Both were agreed that Tsirrele must go back with them, till they bethought themselves that her pa.s.sage would have to be paid for, as she was not refused. And every kopeck was precious now. "Let the child stay till I get back," said Biela. "Then I will send her to you."
"Yes, it is best to let her stay awhile. I myself may be able to join you after all. I will go back to Konigsberg, and the great doctor will write me out a certificate that my affliction is not contagious."
At the very worst--if even Biela could not get in--Srul should sell his store and come back to the Old World. It would put off the marriage again. But they had waited so long. "So let us cheer up after all, and thank the Lord for His mercies. We might all have been drowned on the voyage."
Thus the sisters" pious conclusion.
But though Srul and his mother and Tsirrele got on board to see them off, and Tsirrele gave graphic accounts of the wonders of the store and the rooms prepared for the bride, to say nothing of the great city itself, and Srul brought Biela and Leah splendid specimens of his stock for their adornment, yet it was a horrible thing for them to go back again without having once trodden the sidewalks of the Land of Promise. And when the others were tolled off, as by a funeral bell, and became specks in a swaying crowd; when the dock receded and the cheers and good-byes faded, and the waving handkerchiefs became a blur, and the Statue of Liberty dwindled, and the lone waste of waters faced them once more, Leah"s optimism gave way, a chill sinister shadow fell across her new plan, some ominous intuition traversed her like a shudder, and she turned away lest Biela should see her tears.
VII
This despair did not last long. It was not in Leah"s nature to despair. But her wildest hopes were exceeded when she set foot again in Hamburg and explained her hard case to the good committee, and a member gave her an informal hint which was like a flash of light from Heaven--its answer to her ceaseless prayer. Ellis Island was not the only way of approaching the Land of Promise. You could go round about through Canada, where they were not so particular, and you could slip in by rail from Montreal without attracting much attention. True, there was the extra expense.
Expense! Leah would have gladly parted with her last rouble to unite Biela with her bridegroom. There must be no delay. A steamer for Canada was waiting to sail. What a fool she had been not to think that out for herself! Yes, but there was Biela"s timidity again to consider. Travel by herself through this unknown Canada! And then if they were not so particular, why could not Leah slip through likewise?
"Yes, but my eyes are more noticeable. I might again do you an injury."
"We will separate at the landing-stage and the frontier. We will pretend to be strangers." Biela"s wits were sharpened by the crisis.
"Well, I can only lose the pa.s.sage-money," said Leah, and resolved to take the risk. She wrote a letter to Srul explaining the daring invasion of New York overland which they were to attempt, and was about to post it, when Biela said:--
"Poor Srul! And if I shall not get in after all!" Leah"s face fell.
"True," she pondered. "He will have a more heart-breaking disappointment than before."
"Let us not kindle their hopes. After all, if we get in, we shall only be a few days later than our letter. And then think of the joy of the surprise."
"You are right, Biela," and Leah"s face glowed again with the antic.i.p.ated joy of the surprise.
The journey to Canada was longer than to the States, and the "freight" was less companionable. There were fewer Jews and women, more stalwart shepherds, miners, and dock-labourers. When after eleven days, land came, it was not touched at, but only remained cheeringly on the horizon for the rest of the voyage. At last the sisters found themselves unmolested on one of the many wharves of Montreal. But they would not linger a day in this unhomely city. The next morning saw them, dazed and worn out but happy-hearted, dodging the monstrous catapults of the New York motor-cars, while a Polish porter helped them with their bundles and convoyed them toward Srul"s store. Ah, what ecstasy to be unregarded units of this free chaotic crowd.
Outside the store--what a wonderful store it was, larger than the largest in the weavers" colony!--the sisters paused a moment to roll the coming bliss under their tongues. They peeped in. Ah, there is Srul behind the counter, waiting for customers. Ah, ah, he little knows what customers are waiting for him! They turned and kissed each other for mere joy.
"Draw your shawl over your face," whispered Leah merrily. "Go in and ask him if he has a wedding-veil." Biela slipped in, br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with mischief and tears.
"Yes, Miss?" said Srul, with his smartest store manner.
"I want a wedding-veil of white lace," she said in Yiddish. At her voice Srul started. Biela could keep up the joke no longer. "Srul, my darling Srul!" she cried hysterically, her arms yearning to reach him across the counter.
He drew back, pale, gasping for breath.
"Ah, my dear ones!" blubbered Leah, rushing in. "G.o.d has been good to you, after all."
"But--but--how did you get in?" he cried, staring.
"Never mind how we got in," said Leah, every pock-mark glistening with smiles and tears. "And where is Tsirrele--my dear little Tsirrele?"
"She--she is out marketing, with the mother."
"And the mother?"
"She is well and happy."
"Thank G.o.d!" said Leah fervently, and beckoned the porter with the bundles.
"But--but I let the room," he said, flushing. "I did not know that--I could not afford--"
"Never mind, we will find a room. The day is yet high." She settled with the porter.
Meantime Srul had begun playing nervously with a pair of scissors. He snipped a gorgeous piece of stuff to fragments.
"What are you doing?" said Biela at last.
"Oh--I--" he burst into a nervous laugh. "And so you ran the blockade after all. But--but I expect customers every minute--we can"t talk now. Go inside and rest, Biela: you will find a sofa in the parlour.
Leah, I want--I want to talk to you."
Leah flashed a swift glance at him as Biela, vaguely chilled, moved through the back door into the revivifying splendours of the parlour.
"Something is wrong, Srul," Leah said hoa.r.s.ely. "Tsirrele is not here.
You feared to tell us."
He hung his head. "I did my best."
"She is ill--dead, perhaps! My beautiful angel!"
He opened his eyes. "Dead? No. Married!"
"What! To whom?"
He turned a sickly white. "To me."
In all that long quest of the canopy, Leah had never come so near fainting as now. The horror of Ellis Island was nothing to this. That scene resurged, and Tsirrele"s fresh beauty, unflecked by the voyage, came up luridly before her; the "baby," whom the unnoted years had made a young woman of fifteen, while they had been aging and staling Biela.
"But--but this will break Biela"s heart," she whispered, heart-broken.
"How was I to know Biela would _ever_ get in?" he said, trying to be angry. "Was I to remain a bachelor all my life, breaking the Almighty"s ordinance? Did I not wait and wait faithfully for Biela all those years?"
"You could have migrated elsewhere," she said faintly.
"And ruin my connection--and starve?" His anger was real by now.
"Besides I have married into the family--it is almost the same thing.
And the old mother is just as pleased."
"Oh, she!" and all the endured bitterness of the long years was in the exclamation. "All she wants is grandchildren."
"No, it isn"t," he retorted. "Grandchildren with good eyes."
"G.o.d forgive you," was all the lump in Leah"s throat allowed her to reply. She steadied herself with a hand on the counter, striving to repossess her soul for Biela"s sake.