REB SHLOIMEH 351
"Now I am well again," he whispered as the workmen went out. He could scarcely move a limb, but he was very cheerful, looked at every one with a happy smile, and his eyes shone.
"Now I am well," he whispered when they had been obliged to put him into bed and cover him up. "Now I am well," he repeated, feeling the while that his head was strangely heavy, his heart faint, and that he was very poorly. Before many minutes he had fallen into a state of unconsciousness.
A dreadful, heartbreaking cry recalled him to him- self. He opened his eyes. The room was full of people. In many eyes were tears.
"Soon, then," he thought, and began to remember something.
"What o'clock is it?" he asked of the person who stood beside him.
"Five."
"They stop work at nine," he whispered to himself, and called one of the teachers to him.
"When the workmen come, they are to let them in, do you hear!" he said. The teacher promised.
"They will come at nine," added Beb Shloimeh.
In a little while he asked to write his will. After writing the will, he undressed and closed his eyes.
They thought he had fallen asleep, but Eeb Shloimeh was not asleep. He lay and thought, not about his past life, but about the future, the future in which men would live. He thought of what man would come to be. He pictured to himself a bright, glad world, in which
