THE CLEVER RABBI
The power of man's imagination, said my Grandmother, is very great. Hereby hangs a tale, which, to our sorrow, is a true one, and as clear as daylight.
Listen attentively, my dear child, it will interest you very much.
Not far from this town of ours lived an old Count, who believed that Jews require blood at Passover, Christian blood, too, for their Passover cakes.
The Count, in his brandy distillery, had a Jewish over seer, a very honest, respectable fellow.
The Count loved him for his honesty, and was very kind to him, and the Jew, although he was a simple man and no scholar, was well-disposed, and served the Count with heart and soul. He would have gone through fire and water at the Count's bidding, for it is in the nature of a Jew to be faithful and to love good men.
The Count often discussed business matters with him, and took pleasure in hearing about the customs and observances of the Jews.
One day the Count said to him, "Tell me the truth, do you love me with your whole heart?"
"Yes," replied the Jew, "I love you as myself."
"Not true!" said the Count. "I shall prove to you that you hate me even unto death."
"Fold!" cried the Jew. "Why does my lord say such terrible things?"
The Count smiled and answered: "Let me tell you! I know quite well that Jews must have Christian blood for
