JUST A JEW
When the cobbler was at work again, Virginia, after picking up a few nails and tacks scattered on the floor, sat down.
“Would you like to hear something about me and Peggy, lassie?” he inquired, “an’ will you take my word for things?”
Jinnie nodded trustfully. She had already grown to love the cobbler, and her affection grew stronger as she stated:
“There isn’t anything you’d tell me, cobbler, I wouldn’t believe!”
With slow importance Lafe put down his hammer.
“I’m a Israelite,” he announced.
“What’s that?” asked the girl, immediately interested.
The cobbler looked over his spectacles and smiled.
“A Jew, just a plain Jew.”