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n °t a J ew - There is not a drop
■ of Jew blood in any of my known or
traditional ancestors. But I wish sub
stantially to repeat at this time with
out the slightest suggestion from any one, some
of the truths to which I gave editorial expres
sion about a decade since.
It is a fact that the civilized world, and
that part of it which is most Christian, owes
more to the Jewish race than any other. Stu
dents of history and of Christianity know this;
and the point need not be argued. It is enough
to say Jesus of Nazareth was a Jew, as well
as the first and mightiest heralds of his truth.
It is a fact that the Jew of all other peo
ples has suffered most at the hands of others.
Not to go back to ancient history, recall Rus
sian outrages against the Jews, and the atroci
ties of “the unspeakable Turk.” Yet the race
is separate, distinct, aggre sive and friendly
to all, when given a chance.
It is a fact that educationally, commercially,
in matters of science, statesmanship, diplomacy
and sometimes military achievement, they have
made vital and abiding contribution to all
people.
The Jew has been much criticized and laugh
ed at for his money getting proclivities; but
it is a fact that the typical son of Jacob is
more generous than the average Gentile. Let
the reader recall when the Jew asked him,
or any ether than a Jew, to assist an orphan
age, asylum, hospital or any elemosynary in
stitution under Jewish control; and let our
Gentile kindred remember the myriads of in
stances, if possible, when the Jew gave cheerful
and substantial gifts to our institutions of this
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down the mountain?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I’ve got to go down there to
get a piece of green pine for a single
tree; and you keep walking up and
down while I’m gone.”
“I will,” she promises, and he takes
the axe that lonely wagoners always
carry and starts down through the
snow, over the uncertain footing. He
had gone only a few steps when he
turns and comes back to say: “I guess
you’d better take the horses back and
forth with you on your tramp, they
are shivering with the cold.”
He puts a ha iter-rope in either hand
and she bravely matches off and back
again, witn a horse on each side of
her. He nods his approval and sets
off again, leaving her tramping up and
down with her four-footed companions.
It was a very lonely position for a
girl to be in, fourteen miles from any
body but the man who had just left
her on a difficult quest, and who might
slip on the treacheroub footing and
disable himself, or make a wrong
stroke with the shining axe, and drive
it into his foot. She looks anxiously
down the mountain, but he is out of
sight among the itrees. A sudden
horror comes over her. The celd, blue
sky seems a long, long way off, as if
it had drawn back from her. The
THE GOLDEN AGE FOR JULY 3, 1913
A RINGING DEFENSE OF THE JEW
By CRAWFORD JACKSON, General Secretary Juvenile Protective Association.
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS-Continued.
character. If our critics of the Jew concern
ing his commercialism were half as generous
as the Jew there would be more to rise up and
call them bles.ed. than to pronounce them ac
cursed because of their parsimony.
It is a fact that the Jewish race is the most
law-abiding race under the sun. There are
occasional law breakers among them, but of
fenses against the law, any law, are so infre
quent, so rare among them as to give them the
pre-eminence in this regard. Some assert they
violate the law as much as others, but do not
get caught. Are such persons stating facts?
Do they know whereof they speak? The typi
cal Jew is and most of them are bright, quick
in thought, plan and action. But to get at their
comparative freedom from the courts and con
victions for crime, we have to go deeper for
the cause of such comparative freedom. They
are raised up from their earliest intelligence
as children —and from Moses to this day—in
a legal atmosphere. Everywhere and every
when it is the law of Moses, the law of God,
the law of the nation, as the state, and of the
municipality. They are taught the law, to
keep it and honor it if it is worthy of honor.
They exalt and even glorify the law.
1 trust the friends of my own race will not
be offended with me when I assert that my
frequent association with, and study of the
Jew, for at least a quarter of a century has
convinced me that they are the best lawyers,
not speaking professionally but broadly, in cur
midst. Again, in my many rounds over Geor
gia, I have never heard of but one Jew in
the chain-gang; and in my personal contact
with thousands cf children in juvenile reform
work and study for ten years from New York
to Chicago, to Tampa, Fla., I have never seen
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sinking sun seems weakly smiling at
her loneliness, and there is no sympa
thy in anything. The horses with her
seem vexed at her detention of them.
The blank, cold whiteness of the crust
ed snow,'.overspreading the valley
beneath her, gives no suggestion of
comfort, and Charley is perhaps dying
on the other side of its dreary ex
panse. She sits nrserably down on a
rock, and just then a belated crow
sails over her, and, looking down r
ward, drops a derisive “caw” at her
bowed head, but she does not heed
it. A gust of bitter wind sweeps
over her and unwraps her shawl. As
she looks around to replace it she sees
Mr. Lind beginning to cl : mb up toward
her, and suddenly she feels how un
just it is to him, on whom her pres
ence is already an imposition, to act
so despondently. She springs up and
wipes away the start’ng tears, and
tramps sturdily on, according to his
directions.
'“Well,” said Mr. Lind, when he
reached her side, “I guess we’ll be all
right soon,”
He takes off his hat and runs his
fingers through the moist hair on his
forehead, for his rapid walk in the
snow has warmed him all through, and
sends the hot blood pulsing through
his veins to the very finger-tips. As
she looks at him a great wave of thank
fulness comes over her that she is
not alone, and somehow she feels sud
denly that he would not hesitate to
sacrifice h'mself to save her from suf
fering.
She watches him as, with the aid
of a few pieces of baling rope, he im
provises a new singletree, and her re
cent dread and loneliness is replaced
by an inexpressible feeling of safety.
“There,” he says, looking up with
considerable satisfaction in his brown
eyes, “ I think that’ll work.”
He jumps up, swings the horses into
place, and in a minute is ready to
"tart. She jumps in; he jumps in.
They begin the rather steep descent
along a narrow grade, where the snow
has drifted across so often that it takes
all Mr. Linds skill to keep close
enough To the wall of frhe grade to
save them from being pitched over
the bank.
The sun has gone, and the steel-gray
sky is fast freezing out the little slant
ing rays he left behind as a farewell.
Half an hour brings them to the bot
tom of the mountain, where, after
overlooking the harness to see that
all is right, Mr. Lind and Miss Milson
settle themselves for the last cold
stretch across the valley.
The moon rises up in the clear air,
and the whole level plain of snow
shines and scint.Hates as if it were
s rewn with little diamonds. The very
air snaps and sparkles with the cold.
The wheels go crunching, ringing,
singing through the forsaken land, and
the shining tires flash in the moon
beans.
Everything is white and shining;
and if a dead face, with its frozen,
polished peacefulness should look up
from the wayside’s awful purity it
but two Jewish children who were subjected
to the juvenile court or any like institution.
There may have been other such children, but
1 had no knowledge of them.
The devotion of Hebrew children to their
parents and grandparents is beautiful. Their
support of them in old age, adding to their
comfort by kindly ministries, is a joy. They
are their kings and queens to the last.
This characteristic, thank God, is not exclu
sive among Hebrew children. This lovely, di
vine relationship between parent and child is
fundamental and contributory to overything
worth while; but any student of the times
knows how unusual it has become in these lat
ter days, when a general outlook is taken. Love
and law are the holy, eternal bonds of the ideal
family life.
It is too well known to more than point
to the courageous custom, that when a Jew
fails cr meets with misfortune, he is helped to
get on his feet again as quickly as possible
and by his Hebrew brethren. Altruism is a
large part of their religion, and without it
there is no religion worthy of the name.
Mark you, I have not said that the Jew is
perfect, either racially or individually—far
frem it —nor that they are never criminal. i
While many not Jews have one supreme her
itage and hope not possessed by them as a
whole, the Jews as a race have distinct and
shining characteristics, which it would be well
lor all the rest of us to possess.
The Divine promise given to Abraham and
others, “In thy seed shall all nations of the
earth be blessed,” has been, and is yet to be,
fulfilled in many ways which ought to pro
voke our gratitude. Should we not give them
the gospel?
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would not seem surprising.
Such a night is never to be forgot
ten! One does not wish it to be for
gotten. At such a time the half-chill
ed body is unthought of; its sensi
tiveness is gone, and the active imag_
ination goes forth and weaves strange
scenes and the long shadow-points
stealthily retreat as the cold, bright
moon sails slowly up into middle
heaven.
At last a dark bulk indicates the
locality of a house, and Mr. Lind
knows they are coming to the out
skirts of Billville. The snow begins
to be broken and tracked. Various
dark txchescences on the horizon of a
little slope proclaim more houses, and
in a few moments they turn into the
principal street of the* place.
Everything is dark and, as it is too
late to hunt up Charley, Mr. Lind
turns the horses toward the sole place
in the “camp” fit to keep a lady all
night. Arrived at the house, he knocks,
or hammers, impatiently on the door
till the inmates are aroused and come
sleepily forth to answer his summons.
After much energetic inquiry he finds
that it will be impossible to procuse
rooms for both, but they promise to
give his charge a cozy bed; so, seeing
that this is the best he can do, he
turns and lifts Miss Milson out of the
wagon, and she staggers to the door.
He sees her safely indoors, looks at
his watch in the little flood of light
that falls across the pavement, sees
that it is after eleven o’clock, jumps
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