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turned to the wall and laughed into its smooth and whited face, waving wildly arms.

โ€œHearest thou? Thirty pieces of silver! For Jesus!โ€

With quiet enjoyment Annas indifferently replied: โ€œIf thou wilt not have it, go. We shall find some man who will sell more cheaply.โ€

And like sellers of old raiment who shout and swear and scold, fighting over the price of some worthless garment, they commenced their monstrous and frenzied haggling.

Thrilled with a strange ecstasy Judas ran about twisting his limbs and shouting, and enumerating on the fingers of his hand the merits of Him whom he was betraying.

โ€œAnd that He is good and heals the sick, is that nothing? Is that worth nothing in your estimation? Hey? No? Tell me like an honest man?โ€

โ€œIf thou,โ€ interposed the high priest whose cold disfavor was rapidly fanned into violent wrath by the taunting words of Judasโ โ€”but the later interrupted him unabashed.

โ€œAnd that He is youthful and beautiful like the narcissus of Sharon, like the lily of the valley? Hey? Is that nothing? Perhaps you will say that He is aged and worthless?โ€

โ€œIf thou,โ€ still strove to cry Annas, but his senile voice was drowned in the storm of Judasโ€™ protests.

โ€œThirty pieces of silver! That makes hardly an obolus for a drop of blood. Less than half an obolus for a tear. Quarter an obolus for a groan. And the cries of pain! and convulsions! What is the stopping of His heart? And the closing of His eyes? Is that all for naught?โ€ screamed the Iscariot towering over the high priest, encircling him with the frenzied whirlwind of his gestures and words.

โ€œFor all! For all!โ€ replied the breathless high priest.

โ€œAnd how much will you earn on the deal? Hey? Would you rob poor Judas? Tear the piece of bread out of his childrenโ€™s mouths? I shall go out into the market place and shout: โ€˜Annas has robbed poor Judas. Help!โ€™โ€Šโ€

Wearied and dizzy, Annas in futile frenzy stamped the floor with his soft slipper and waved him away: โ€œBegone! Begone!โ€

But Judas suddenly made a humble obeisance and spread out his arms: โ€œAnd if so, why art thou angry with poor Judas who is seeking the good of his children? Thou too hast children, fine, handsome young men.โ€

โ€œWe shall get anotherโ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ We shall get anotherโ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ Begone!โ€

โ€œAnd did I say that I would not give in? Do I not believe thee that another may come and give up Jesus unto you for fifteen oboli? For two oboli? For one obolus?โ€

Then with another low obeisance, and with ingratiating words, Judas submissively agreed to accept the money offered him. With a trembling and wrinkled hand Annas, now silent and flushed with excitement, gave him the money. He sat with averted face and in silence, biting his lips and waited until Judas had tested every silver coin between his teeth. Now and then Annas looked around and then, as quickly turned his glance to the ceiling and again bit his lips.

โ€œThere are so many false coins about now,โ€ calmly explained Judas. โ€œThis is money offered up by pious people for the Temple,โ€ remarked Annas looking around hastily and still more quickly turning to Judas the back of his bald head which was now crimson with anger.

โ€œBut can pious people distinguish false coins from the genuine? Only rogues can do this.โ€

Judas did not take home the money received from the high priest, but going beyond the city he buried it beneath a stone. And he returned with slow, heavy and cautious steps, like a wounded animal creeping to its lair after a cruel and mortal combat. But Judas had no lair of his own to which he might creep, though there was a house and in that house he saw Jesus. Tired, emaciated, worn out with his incessant war against the Pharisees who daily surrounded Him in the Temple like a wall of white, shining, learned foreheads, He was seated, leaning against the wall and was apparently fast asleep. Through the open window entered the restless echoes of the city, behind the wall was heard the knocking of Peter who was making a new table for the common meal and sang a Galilean ditty as he worked. He heard nothing and slept soundly and firmly, and this was He who had been bought for thirty pieces of silver.

Advancing noiselessly, Judas with the gentle care of a mother fearing to awaken her ailing babe, with the amazement of a dumb brute that has crept from its lair and lingers in fascination before some pretty white flower, Judas touched His soft hair and precipitately withdrew his hand. He touched it again and as noiselessly crept out.

โ€œLord!โ€ he exclaimed. โ€œLord!โ€

And going to a deserted spot he wept there a long time, writhing, twisting his limbs, scratching his breast with his nails and biting his shoulders. Suddenly he ceased to weep, to moan and to gnash his teeth and lapsed into deep thought, turning his moist face to one side in the attitude of listening. And thus he stood for a long time, immobile, determined and a stranger to all like his very fate.

With a calm love and tender solicitude Judas surrounded the doomed Jesus during these last days of His brief life. Coy and timorous like a maiden in her first love, strangely intuitive and keen of perception, he divined the slightest unexpressed wish of Jesus, penetrated into the hidden depths of His feelings, His fleeting instants of yearning, His heavy moments of weariness. And no matter where the foot of Jesus stepped it rested on something soft, no matter where He turned His glance it met something pleasant. Formerly Judas had held in disfavor Mary Magdalene and the other women who were near Jesus, playing rude jokes at their expense and causing them much annoyance. Now he became their friend, their ludicrous and awkward confederate. With a profound interest he discussed with them the little intimate and beloved traits of Jesus, quizzing them insistently for a long time concerning one and the

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