THE KADDISH 425
Amen, and he felt as though he were already seated in the Garden of Eden.
Another year went by, and Eeb Selig was feeling very poorly. Spring had come, the snow had melted, and he found the wet weather more trying than ever before. He could just drag himself early to the synagogue, but going to the afternoon service had become a difficulty, and he used to recite the afternoon and later service at home, and spend the whole evening with Alterke.
It was late at night. All the houses were shut. Eeb Selig sat at his little table, and was looking into the corner where Cheike's bed stood, and where Alterke slept beside her. Selig had a feeling that he would die that night. He felt very tired and weak, and with an imploring look he crept up to Alterke's crib, and began to wake him.
The child woke with a start.
"Alterke" Keb Selig was stroking the little head "come to me for a little !"
The child, who had had his first sleep out, sprang up, and went to his father.
Eeb Selig sat down in the chair which stood by the little table with the open Gemoreh, lifted Alterke on- to the table, and looked into his eyes.
"Alterke!"
"What, Tate?"
"Would you like me to die?"
"Like," answered the child, not knowing what "to die" meant, and thinking it must be something nice.
