The San Francisco call., 1904-07-03
CHAPTER VI.
I APPLY FOR AID AND GET SOME
THING ELSE

THING ELSE.
In the afternoon 1 went to Mr. Le-
vando's home. He was utterly ex-
hausted from running about to procure
the release Of his son, whose bail had
been fixed at $1,000. Those of his friends
who were willing to give bail had no
property, and those who had feared TO
stake it. The family was a picture of
distress. Mrs. Levando lay on couch,
moaning and crying; the oldest son sat
helplessly on the arm of a rocking
chair, with his head dropped and his
hands clasped around his knees, and
M. Takiff puffed at his pipe and cursed
the golden land" its people and its
laws.
"Blazes to this country with her JUS
ticen' he complained bitterly. Its
worse than Russia"
"A thousand times worse" struck in
Mrs. Levando.
WHO ever heard,' resumed Mr..
Talxiff wrathfully, that a boy of II
years should be locked up under $1,000
bail?"
Mrs. Levando groaned, "Oi, my dear
child-my Daniel. he will have to stay
in Jail overnight!'' and she burst anew
into a flood of tears.
And he says America is good
country" Mr.. Takiff turned to his
brother-in-law, his eyes full of an
ger.
l slipped out Of this house of sorrow
and walked along Canal street, think
ing how could be of some assistance
to them. First the idea of my helping
them seemed absurd, as l had only
dollar and some cents in my possession.
Then a hopeful thought cleared the
gloom from my mind. 'The Jews in
general have always been charitable"
But to whom could apply? 1 scarcely
knew any one. OF course 1 had heard
of Jewish philanthropists in New York,
but how could reach those magnani-
nous men? Then / thought of the
who would help Mr.. Levando. with a
recommendation at least, or influence
Mark Fetter to drop his proceedings.
/ had heard of Doctor Fuchs, who
was the rabbi of gorgeous uptown
synagogue. and who was renowned for
his erudition. I determined to apply to
him for assistance. If he won't help
he won't harm, I assured myself. On
looking up his address in the directory
/ found he lived far uptown, and my
capital was so scanty that could hard
ly afford to spend 10 cents for car fare.
/ hesitated long before / decided to
take a Third-avenue elevated train. "If
1 do not find the rabbi 1t means 10
cents wasted" / reflected, and started
and stopped. Nearly ninety squares" !"
1 hesitated and again fumbled the
dime in my pocket, whirled it, fon-
died IL, and unconsciously began climb
ing the stairs to the elevated station.
1 found the house that I sought, but
its elegance frightened me. so walked
past it to the next corner. Then
plucked up courage, and returning
ascended the stoop and timidly pulled
the knob Of the doorbell. 1 heard it's
tinkling deep within the house, and an
echo, thought, sounded deep within
me. 1 felt awkward, and stood before
the house like tramp waiting for a
sandwich.
The door opened and pretty German
servant girl q could not help thinking
of her beauty stuck out her head and
glanced at me and asked me what 1
wished. In much embarrassment told
her that I wished to see Rev. Doctor
Fuchs. She showed me into the recep-
ton room and disappeared with my
request.
In few minutes, which seemed dou-
Bile their number, middle-aged, obese
woman of medium height, with a fiat
nose, double chin and green eyes,
rustled into the room, painting as she
walked, her diamond earrings bobbing
and twinkling. She contracted her eye
lids, as If to get better look at me,
in order to judge what reception to give
me. Evidently the impression was not
favorable, for her face assumed a sour
expression as she said to me: Doctor
Fuch iss taking his avternun nap from
one to two"
''I'll wait until the Doctor gets up"
1 said in a humble tone.
I waited and yawned and waited. ]
studied the color of the carpet, the
wall paper, and counted the books in
the two cases. noticed a paper lying
on a chair close to mine, and 1 picked
It up. At this movement on my part