charity for each man to regard his neighbor as himself--to feel for him,
as it were, with his own heart--to lighten his burdens, minister unto him
in his sorrows, and to gladden his happiness. This the Christian denies
the Jew. Your love ceases when you meet me and mine, and if I sought to
put myself on an equality with the Christian, from the pure desire to
satisfy his Master's most beautiful lesson, what would be my fate? The
Jew is not permitted to be good. Not to be good! Whoever imposes that
upon his brother, commits a sin for which I know no forgiveness. And if
Jesus Christ should return to earth and see the pack that hunts us,
surely He, who was human love incarnate, would open His arms wide, wide
to us, and ask: 'Who are these apostles of hate? I know them not!'"

The doctor paused, for the door had opened, and he rose with flushed face
to look into the adjoining room; but the smith held him back, saying:

"Stay, stay! Marx went out into the open air. Ah, Sir! no doubt your
words are true, but were they Jews who crucified the Saviour?"

"And this crime is daily avenged," replied Lopez. "How many wicked, how
many low souls, who basely squander divine gifts to obtain worthless
pelf, there are among my people! More than half of them are stripped of
honor and dignity on your altar of vengeance, and thrust into the arms of
repulsive avarice. And this, all this. . . . But enough of these things!
They rouse my inmost soul to wrath, and I have other matters to discuss
with you."

The scholar now began to speak to the smith, like a dying man, about the
future of his family, told him where he had concealed his small property,
and did not hide the fact, that his marriage had not only drawn upon him
the persecution of the Christians, but the curse of his co-religionists.
He took it upon himself to provide for Ulrich, as if he were his own
child, should any misfortune befall the smith; and Adam promised, if he
remained alive and at liberty, to do the same for the doctor's wife and
daughter.

Meantime, a conversation of a very different nature was held before the
hut.

The poacher was sitting by the fire, when the door opened, and his name
was called. He turned in alarm, but soon regained his composure, for it
was Jorg who beckoned, and then drew him into the forest.

Marx expected no good news, yet he started when his companion said:

"I know now, who the man is you have brought. He's a Jew. Don't try to
humbug me.