(Continued from last week)
A few hours later, the מלמד was startled by the sound of wagon wheels. Peering through the rain, he saw two men get off the wagon and stand for a moment in front of the inn, pointing to one of the darkened windows. They knocked on the door, and were immediately let in. In the beam of light from the doorway, the מלמד saw that one man was carrying a weapon.
The מלמד was not a wild man, but the wonderful events of the last few hours gave him courage. Jumping to his feet, he began to bang on the window of the inn. "Help!" he shouted. "Murder! Murder! Don't let them get away!"
Everyone in the inn woke up. Lights flashed in the windows. There was a clatter of wheels, and the would-be-murderers escaped.
In the morning, the מלמד was once again on his way, richer by 300 rubles. The grateful old man, who seemed to have suspected the plot, would have given him more. But the מלמד had refused with a smile. He had his nine hundred rubles. Let the rest wait for עולם הבא .
He had no other adventures, and within a few weeks he could see his village up ahead. There was the stream he had swum and played in when he was little, the old שול on the hilltop, the crooked main street, all the same as when he had left, twelve years ago. And around the bend, and down the road, his own house.
The מלמד remembered the last warning of the Rebbe, so he did not turn to his home and family but he was so excited, he thought his legs would take him there on their own. Instead, he stood on street corners, at the entrance of shops, pretending to be a curious stranger, chatting with the אידן of the town. The years he had been away must have changed him a lot and made him look older, because none of the townspeople recognized him, though he knew them all, or their parents.
Casually, he asked about the innkeeper who had left the town about twelve years ago. Everyone he asked answered the same thing. Ah, yes, the poor man had disappeared, not a trace of him for twelve years. And there’s something funny going on with his family. But no one would say what.
The מלמד listened to their words feeling very nervous. What could possibly be happening to his family? But he remembered the Rebbe's advice that cost him so much money: "My son, only believe what you see with your own eyes."
That night the מלמד stood outside his home, behind a tree. In the pale light of the moon, he saw a young, non-Jewish, man approach his house, and knock on the window. His wife appeared at the window and then the door opened. Hours later, the boy left, as quietly as he had come. The מלמד didn’t know what to do. Who was this strange non-Jewish boy visiting his house so late at night? But with the words of the Rebbe in his mind, he waited. He decided that he would simply ask his wife what was happening
The next morning, the מלמד knocked on the door of his home, wearing nice new clothes, holding gifts, a father returning to his family. Everything was as he had dreamt a thousand times. His wife ran towards him, her face shining with happiness and excitement, "My husband, my husband!" His children, so grown up that he barely recognised them, surrounded him with kisses and tears.
Later, when he was alone at last with his wife, he decided to ask her. "I’ve heard some funny rumours about our family but I don’t want to believe them without speaking to you."
"Stop, please stop!" his wife's worn face was full of sorrow. "Don’t you remember our youngest son, משה ?"
Then the מלמד realized that in all the excitement and tumult of his homecoming he had not noticed that his youngest son wasn’t there.
"The Poretz took him, when I could not pay our rent. For months, for years, I cried, and pleaded. How we suffered! But it was no use. He has been in the Poretz's house ever since. But ה‘ has been good to us. He is a fine boy. Every night, he has stolen away from the manor and come home, and I have studied with him, a little חומש , a ברכה . It wasn't much," she finished simply. "But ברוך ה‘ , at least he knows he is a איד . Now do you understand?"
Wordlessly, the מלמד nodded. He understood.
In the days that followed, the מלמד paid off his debt and his son, משה was allowed to return home, and he married off his daughters. He spent the rest of his days learning תורה in peace, together with his good wife.
The מלמד realised that the Rebbe had indeed been right to make him pay so much money for each piece of advice, because if not, he would never have listened to them so carefully.
(Adapted from Chabad.org)