"Stand out your ears to hear my great happiness," began Hanneh Hayyeh"s letter. "I, Hanneh Hayyeh, will marry myself to Solomon Cohen, the boss from the shirtwaist factory, where all day I was working sewing on b.u.t.tons. If you could only see how the man is melting away his heart for me! He kisses me after each step I walk. The only wish from his heart is to make me for a lady. Think only, he is buying me a piano! I should learn piano lessons as if I were from millionaires."
Fire and lightning burst through the crowd. "Hanneh Hayyeh a lady!"
They nudged and winked one to the other as they looked on the loose fatness of Zlata, her mother, and saw before their eyes Hanneh Hayyeh, with her thick, red lips, and her shape so fat like a puffed-out barrel of yeast.
"In America is a law called "ladies first,"" the letter went on. "In the cars the men must get up to give their seats to the women. The men hold the babies on their hands and carry the bundles for the women, and even help with the dishes. There are not enough women to go around in America. And the men run after the women, and not like in Poland, the women running after the men."
Gewalt! What an excitement began to burn through the whole village when they heard of Hanneh Hayyeh"s luck!
The ticket agents from the ship companies seeing how Hanneh Hayyeh"s letter was working like yeast in the air for America, posted up big signs by all the market fairs: "Go to America, the New World. Fifty rubles a ticket."
"Fifty rubles! Only fifty rubles! And there waits your lover!"
cried my heart.
Oi weh! How I was hungering to go to America after that! By day and by night I was tearing and turning over the earth, how to get to my lover on the other side of the world.
"Nu, Zalmon?" said my mother, twisting my father around to what I wanted. "It"s not so far from sense what Sara Reisel is saying. In Savel, without a dowry, she had no chance to get a man, and if we got to wait much longer she will be too old to get one anywhere."
"But from where can we get together the fifty rubles?" asked my father. "Why don"t it will itself in you to give your daughter the moon?"
I could no more think on how to get the money than they. But I was so dying to go, I felt I could draw the money out from the sky.
One night I could not fall asleep. I lay in the darkness and stillness, my wild, beating heart on fire with dreams of my lover. I put out my hungry hands and prayed to my lover through the darkness: "Oh, love, love! How can I get the fifty rubles to come to you?"
In the morning I got up like one choking for air. We were sitting down to eat breakfast, but I couldn"t taste nothing. I felt my head drop into my hands from weakness.
"Why don"t you try to eat something?" begged my mother, going over to me.
"Eat?" I cried, jumping up like one mad. "How can I eat? How can I sleep? How can I breathe in this deadness? I want to go to America. I _must_ go, and I _will_ go!"
My mother began wringing her hands. "Oi weh! Mine heart! The knife is on our neck. The landlord is hollering for the unpaid rent, and it wills itself in you America?"
"Are you out of your head?" cried my father.
"What are you dreaming of golden hills on the sky? How can we get together the fifty rubles for a ticket?"
I stole a look at Yosef, my younger brother. Nothing that was sensible ever laid in his head to do; but if there was anything wild, up in the air that willed itself in him, he could break through stone walls to get it. Yosef gave a look around the house. Everything was old and poor, and not a thing to get money on--nothing except father"s Saifer Torah--the Holy Scrolls--and mother"s silver candlesticks, her wedding present from our grandmother.
"Why not sell the Saifer Torah and the candlesticks?" said Yosef.
n.o.body but my brother would have dared to breathe such a thing.
"What? A Jew sell the Saifer Torah or the Sabbath candlesticks?"
My father fixed on us his burning eyes like flaming wells. His hands tightened over his heart. He couldn"t speak. He just looked on the Saifer Torah, and then on us with a look that burned like live coals on our naked bodies. "What?" he gasped. "Should I sell my life, my soul from generation and generation? Sell my Saifer Torah? Not if the world goes under!"
There was a stillness of thunder about to break. Everybody heard everybody"s heart beating.
"Did I live to see this black day?" moaned my father, choking from quick breathing. "Mine own son, mine Kadish--mine Kadish tells me to sell the Holy Book that our forefathers shed rivers of blood to hand down to us."
"What are you taking it so terrible?" said my brother. "Doesn"t it stand in the Talmud that to help marry his daughter a man may sell the holiest thing--even the Holy Book?"
"_Are there miracles in America?_ Can she yet get there a man at her age and without a dowry?"
"If Hanneh Hayyeh, who is older than Sara Reisel and not half as good-looking," said my brother, "could get a boss from a factory, then whom cannot Sara Reisel pick out? And with her luck all of us will be lifted over to America."
My father did not answer. I waited, but still he did not answer.
At last I burst out with all the tears choking in me for years: "Is your old Saifer Torah that hangs on the wall dearer to you than that I should marry? The Talmud tells you to sell the holiest thing to help marry your daughter, but you--you love yourself more than your own child!"
Then I turned to my mother. I hit my hands on the table and cried in a voice that made her tremble and grow frightened: "Maybe you love your silver candlesticks more than your daughter"s happiness? To whom can I marry myself here, I ask you, only--to the bath janitor, to the water-carrier? I tell you I"ll kill myself if you don"t help me get away! I can"t stand no more this deadness here. I must get away. And you must give up everything to help me get away. All I need is a chance. I can do a million times better than Hanneh Hayyeh. I got a head. I got brains. I feel I can marry myself to the greatest man in America."
My mother stopped crying, took up the candlesticks from the mantelpiece and pa.s.sed her hands over them. "It"s like a piece from my flesh," she said. "We grew up with this, you children and I, and my mother and my mother"s mother. This and the Saifer Torah are the only things that shine up the house for the Sabbath."
She couldn"t go on, her words choked in her so. I am seeing yet how she looked, holding the candlesticks in her hands, and her eyes that she turned on us. But then I didn"t see anything but to go to America.
She walked over to my father, who sat with his head in his hands, stoned with sadness. "Zalmon!" she sobbed. "The blood from under my nails I"ll give away, only my child should have a chance to marry herself well. I"ll give away my candlesticks--"
Even my brother Yosef"s eyes filled with tears, so he quick jumped up and began to whistle and move around. "You don"t have to sell them," he cried, trying to make it light in the air. "You can p.a.w.n them by Moisheh Itzek, the usurer, and as soon as Sara Reisel will get herself married, she"ll send us the money to get them out again, and we"ll yet live to take them over with us to America."
I never saw my father look so sad. He looked like a man from whom the life is bleeding away. "I"ll not stand myself against your happiness," he said, in a still voice. "I only hope this will be to your luck and that you"ll get married quick, so we could take out the Saifer Torah from the p.a.w.n."
In less than a week the Saifer Torah and the candlesticks were p.a.w.ned and the ticket bought. The whole village was ringing with the news that I am going to America. When I walked in the street people pointed on me with their fingers as if I were no more the same Sara Reisel.
Everybody asked me different questions.
"Tell me how it feels to go to America? Can you yet sleep nights like other people?"
"When you"ll marry yourself in America, will you yet remember us?"
G.o.d from the world! That last Friday night before I went to America! Maybe it is the last time we are together was in everybody"s eyes. Everything that happened seemed so different from all other times. I felt I was getting ready to tear my life out from my body.
Without the Saifer Torah the house was dark and empty. The sun, the sky, the whole heaven shined from that Holy Book on the wall, and when it was taken out it left an aching emptiness on the heart, as if something beautiful pa.s.sed out of our lives.
I yet see before me my father in the Rabbi"s cap, with eyes that look far away into things; the way he sang the prayer over the wine when he pa.s.sed around the gla.s.s for every one to give a sip. The tears rolled out from my little sister"s eyes down her cheeks and fell into the wine. On that my mother, who was all the time wiping her tears, burst out crying. "Shah! Shah!" commanded my father, rising up from his chair and beginning to walk around the room. "It"s Sabbath night, when every Jew should be happy. Is this the way you give honor to G.o.d on His one day that He set aside for you?"
On the next day, that was Sabbath, father as if held us up in his hands, and everybody behaved himself. A stranger coming in couldn"t see anything that was going on, except that we walked so still and each one by himself, as if somebody dying was in the air over us.
On the going-away morning, everybody was around our house waiting to take me to the station. Everybody wanted to give a help with the bundles. The moving along to the station was like a funeral. n.o.body could hold in their feelings any longer. Everybody fell on my neck to kiss me, as if it was my last day on earth.
"Remember you come from Jews. Remember to pray every day," said my father, putting his hands over my head, like in blessing on the day of Atonement.
"Only try that we should be together soon again," were the last words from my mother as she wiped her eyes with the corner of her shawl.
"Only don"t forget that I want to study, and send for me as quick as you marry yourself," said Yosef, smiling good-bye with tears in his eyes.
As I saw the train coming, what wouldn"t I have given to stay back with the people in Savel forever! I wanted to cry out: "Take only away my ticket! I don"t want any more America! I don"t want any more my lover!"
But as soon as I got into the train, although my eyes were still looking back to the left-behind faces, and my ears were yet hearing the good-byes and the partings, the thoughts of America began stealing into my heart. I was thinking how soon I"d have my lover and be rich like Hanneh Hayyeh. And with my luck, everybody was going to be happy in Savel. The dead people will stop dying and all the sorrows and troubles of the world will be wiped away with my happiness.