"It is the rule that everybody comes to the office first, and from there they are taken to the country."
I shivered to think how I would feel, suppose somebody from my friends should see me walking into the charity office with my children. They wouldn"t know that it is only for the country I go there. They might think I go to beg. Have I come down so low as to be seen by the charities? But what"s the use? Should I knock my head on the walls? I had to go.
When I come to the office, I already found a crowd of women and children sitting on long benches and waiting. I took myself a seat with them, and we were sitting and sitting and looking on one another, sideways and crosswise, and with lowered eyes, like guilty criminals. Each one felt like hiding herself from all the rest. Each one felt black with shame in the face.
We may have been sitting and waiting for an hour or more. But every second was seeming years to me. The children began to get restless. Mendel wanted water. The baby on my arms was falling asleep. Aby was crying for something to eat.
"For why are we sittin" here like fat cats?" says the woman next to me. "Ain"t we going to the country to-day yet?"
At last a lady comes to the desk and begins calling us our names, one by one. I nearly dropped to the floor when over she begins to ask: Do you keep boarders? How much do you spend out for rent? How much wages does your man get for a week?
Didn"t the nurse tell them all about us already? It was bitter enough to have to tell the nurse everything, but in my own house n.o.body was hearing my troubles, only the nurse. But in the office there was so many strangers all around me. For why should everybody have to know my business? At every question I wanted to holler out: "Stop! Stop! I don"t want no vacations! I"ll better run home with my children."
At every question I felt like she was stabbing a knife into my heart. And she kept on stabbing me more and more, but I could not help it, and they were all looking at me. I couldn"t move from her. I had to answer everything.
When she got through with me, my face was red like fire. I was burning with hurts and wounds. I felt like everything was bleeding in me.
When all the names was already called, a man doctor with a nurse comes in, and tells us to form a line, to be examined. I wish I could ease out my heart a little, and tell in words how that doctor looked on us, just because we were poor and had no money to pay. He only used the ends from his finger-tips to examine us with. From the way he was afraid to touch us or come near us, he made us feel like we had some catching sickness that he was trying not to get on him.
The doctor got finished with us in about five minutes, so quick he worked. Then we was told to walk after the nurse, who was leading the way for us through the street to the car. Everybody what pa.s.sed us in the street turned around to look on us. I kept down my eyes and held down my head and I felt like sinking into the sidewalk. All the time I was trembling for fear somebody what knows me might yet pa.s.s and see me. For why did they make us walk through the street, after the nurse, like stupid cows? Weren"t all of us smart enough to find our way without the nurse? Why should the whole world have to see that we are from the charities?
When we got into the train, I opened my eyes, and lifted up my head, and straightened out my chest, and again began to breathe. It was a beautiful, sunshiny day. I knocked open the window from the train, and the fresh-smelling country air rushed upon my face and made me feel so fine! I looked out from the window and instead of seeing the iron fire-escapes with garbage-cans and bedclothes, that I always seen when from my flat I looked--instead of seeing only walls and wash-lines between walls, I saw the blue sky, and green gra.s.s and trees and flowers.
Ah, how grand I felt, just on the sky to look! Ah, how grand I felt just to see the green gra.s.s--and the free s.p.a.ce--and no houses!
"Get away from me, my troubles!" I said. "Leave me rest a minute. Leave me breathe and straighten out my bones. Forget the unpaid butcher"s bill. Forget the rent. Forget the wash-tub and the cook-stove and the pots and pans. Forget the charities!"
"Tickets, please," calls the train conductor.
I felt knocked out from heaven all at once. I had to point to the nurse what held our tickets, and I was feeling the conductor looking on me as if to say, "Oh, you are only from the charities."
By the time we came to the vacation house I already forgot all about my knock-down. I was again filled with the beauty of the country. I never in all my life yet seen such a swell house like that vacation house. Like the grandest palace it looked. All round the front, flowers from all colors was smelling out the sweetest perfume. Here and there was shady trees with comfortable chairs under them to sit down on.
When I only came inside, my mouth opened wide and my breathing stopped still from wonder. I never yet seen such an order and such a cleanliness. From all the corners from the room, the cleanliness was shining like a looking-gla.s.s. The floor was so white scrubbed you could eat on it. You couldn"t find a speck of dust on nothing, if you was looking for it with eye-gla.s.ses on.
I was beginning to feel happy and glad that I come, when, Gott im Himmel! again a lady begins to ask us out the same questions what the nurse already asked me in my home and what was asked over again in the charity office. How much wages my husband makes out for a week? How much money I spend out for rent? Do I keep boarders?
We were hungry enough to faint. So worn out was I from excitement, and from the long ride, that my knees were bending under me ready to break from tiredness. The children were pulling me to pieces, nagging me for a drink, for something to eat and such like. But still we had to stand out the whole list of questionings. When she already got through asking us out everything, she gave to each of us a tag with our name written on it. She told us to tie the tag on our hand. Then like tagged horses at a horse sale in the street, they marched us into the dining-room.
There was rows of long tables, covered with pure-white oil-cloth. A vase with bought flowers was standing on the middle from each table. Each person got a clean napkin for himself. Laid out by the side from each person"s plate was a silver knife and fork and spoon and teaspoon. When we only sat ourselves down, girls with white starched ap.r.o.ns was pa.s.sing around the eatings.
I soon forgot again all my troubles. For the first time in ten years I sat down to a meal what I did not have to cook or worry about. For the first time in ten years I sat down to the table like a somebody. Ah, how grand it feels, to have handed you over the eatings and everything you need. Just as I was beginning to like it and let myself feel good, in comes a fat lady all in white, with a teacher"s look on her face. I could tell already, right away by the way she looked on us, that she was the boss from this place.
"I want to read you the rules from this house, before you leave this room," says she to us.
Then she began like this: We da.s.sen"t stand on the front gra.s.s where the flowers are. We da.s.sen"t stay on the front porch. We da.s.sen"t sit on the chairs under the shady trees. We must stay always in the back and sit on those long wooden benches there. We da.s.sen"t come in the front sitting-room or walk on the front steps what have carpet on it--we must walk on the back iron steps. Everything on the front from the house must be kept perfect for the show for visitors. We da.s.sen"t lay down on the beds in the daytime, the beds must always be made up perfect for the show for visitors.
"Gott im Himmel!" thinks I to myself; "ain"t there going to be no end to the things we da.s.sen"t do in this place?"
But still she went on. The children over two years da.s.sen"t stay around by the mothers. They must stay by the nurse in the play-room. By the meal-times, they can see their mothers. The children da.s.sen"t run around the house or tear up flowers or do anything. They da.s.sen"t holler or play rough in the play-room. They must always behave and obey the nurse.
We must always listen to the bells. Bell one was for getting up. Bell two, for getting babies" bottles. Bell three, for coming to breakfast. Bell four, for bathing the babies. If we come later, after the ring from the bell, then we"ll not get what we need. If the bottle bell rings and we don"t come right away for the bottle, then the baby don"t get no bottle. If the breakfast bell rings, and we don"t come right away down to the breakfast, then there won"t be no breakfast for us.
When she got through with reading the rules, I was wondering which side of the house I was to walk on. At every step was some rule what said don"t move here, and don"t go there, don"t stand there, and don"t sit there. If I tried to remember the endless rules, it would only make me dizzy in the head. I was thinking for why, with so many rules, didn"t they also have already another rule, about how much air in our lungs to breathe.
On every few days there came to the house swell ladies in automobiles. It was for them that the front from the house had to be always perfect. For them was all the beautiful smelling flowers. For them the front porch, the front sitting-room, and the easy stairs with the carpet on it.
Always when the rich ladies came the fat lady, what was the boss from the vacation house, showed off to them the front. Then she took them over to the back to look on us, where we was sitting together, on long wooden benches, like prisoners. I was always feeling cheap like dirt, and mad that I had to be there, when they smiled down on us.
"How nice for these poor creatures to have a restful place like this," I heard one lady say.
The next day I already felt like going back. The children what had to stay by the nurse in the play-room didn"t like it neither.
"Mamma," says Mendel to me, "I wisht I was home and out in the street. They don"t let us do nothing here. It"s worser than school."
"Ain"t it a play-room?" asks I. "Don"t they let you play?"
"Gee wiss! play-room, they call it! The nurse hollers on us all the time. She don"t let us do nothing."
The reason why I stayed out the whole two weeks is this: I think to myself, so much shame in the face I suffered to come here, let me at least make the best from it already. Let me at least save up for two weeks what I got to spend out for grocery and butcher for my back bills to pay out. And then also think I to myself, if I go back on Monday, I got to do the big washing; on Tuesday waits for me the ironing; on Wednesday, the scrubbing and cleaning, and so goes it on. How bad it is already in this place, it"s a change from the very same sameness of what I"m having day in and day out at home. And so I stayed out this vacation to the bitter end.
But at last the day for going out from this prison came. On the way riding back, I kept thinking to myself: "This is such a beautiful vacation house. For why do they make it so hard for us? When a mother needs a vacation, why must they tear the insides out from her first, by making her come down to the charity office? Why drag us from the charity office through the streets? And when we live through the shame of the charities and when we come already to the vacation house, for why do they boss the life out of us with so many rules and bells? For why don"t they let us lay down our heads on the bed when we are tired? For why must we always stick in the back, like dogs what have got to be chained in one spot? If they would let us walk around free, would we bite off something from the front part of the house?
"If the best part of the house what is comfortable is made up for a show for visitors, why ain"t they keeping the whole business for a show for visitors? For why do they have to fool in worn-out mothers, to make them think they"ll give them a rest? Do they need the worn-out mothers as part of the show? I guess that is it, already."
When I got back in my home, so happy and thankful I was I could cry from thankfulness. How good it was feeling for me to be able to move around my own house, like I pleased. I was always kicking that my rooms was small and narrow, but now my small rooms seemed to grow so big like the park. I looked out from my window on the fire-escapes, full with bedding and garbage-cans, and on the wash-lines full with the clothes. All these ugly things was grand in my eyes. Even the high brick walls all around made me feel like a bird what just jumped out from a cage. And I cried out, "Gott sei dank! Gott sei dank!"
THE MIRACLE
Like all people who have nothing, I lived on dreams. With nothing but my longing for love, I burned my way through stone walls till I got to America. And what happened to me when I became an American is more than I can picture before my eyes, even in a dream.
I was a poor Melamid"s daughter in Savel, Poland. In my village, a girl without a dowry was a dead one. The only kind of a man that would give a look on a girl without money was a widower with a dozen children, or some one with a hump or on crutches.
There was the village water-carrier with red, teary eyes, and warts on his cracked lip. There was the janitor of the bath-house, with a squash nose, and long, black nails with all the dirt of the world under them. Maybe one of these uglinesses might yet take pity on me and do me the favor to marry me. I shivered and grew cold through all my bones at the thought of them.
Like the hunger for bread was my hunger for love. My life was nothing to me. My heart was empty. Nothing I did was real without love. I used to spend nights crying on my pillow, praying to G.o.d: "I want love! I want love! I can"t live--I can"t breathe without love!"
And all day long I"d ask myself: "Why was I born? What is the use of dragging on day after day, wasting myself eating, sleeping, dressing? What is the meaning of anything without love?" And my heart was so hungry I couldn"t help feeling and dreaming that somehow, somewhere, there must be a lover waiting for me. But how and where could I find my lover was the one longing that burned in my heart by day and by night.
Then came the letter from Hanneh Hayyeh, Zlata"s daughter, that fired me up to go to America for my lover.
"America is a lover"s land," said Hanneh Hayyeh"s letter. "In America millionaires fall in love with poorest girls. Matchmakers are out of style, and a girl can get herself married to a man without the worries for a dowry."
"G.o.d from the world!" began knocking my heart. "How grand to live where the kind of a man you get don"t depend on how much money your father can put down! If I could only go to America! There--there waits my lover for me."
That letter made a holiday all over Savel. The butcher, the grocer, the shoemaker, everybody stopped his work and rushed to our house to hear my father read the news from the Golden Country.