564 BEKKOWITZ
And he lay down again on the damp ground.
"Feivele, come home, my son !"
Mattes stood over the boy in despair, and looked around for help. From some way off, from the tall bridge, came a sound of heavy footsteps growing loud- er and louder, and presently the moonlight showed the figure of a peasant.
"Ai, who is that? Matke the smith? What are you doing there? Are you casting spells? Who is that lying on the ground?"
"I don't know myself what I'm doing, kind soul. That is my boy, and he won't come home, or he can't. What am I to do with him?" complained Mattes to the peasant, whom he knew.
"Has he gone crazy? Give him a kick ! Ai, you little lazy devil, get up!" Feivke did not move from the spot, he only shivered silently, and his teeth chattered.
"Ach, you devil ! What sort of a boy have you there, Matke? A visitation of Heaven! Why don't you beat him more? The other day they came and told tales of him Agapa said that "
"I don't know, either, kind soul, what sort of a boy he is," answered Mattes, and wrung his hands in des- peration.
Early next morning Mattes hired a conveyance, and drove Feivke to the town, to the asylum for the sick poor. The smith's wife came out and saw them start, and she stood a long while in the doorway by the Mezuzeh.
