She made no answer. I continued to protest my innocence. Finally, when she had removed the broken gla.s.s, she said: "It"s no use pretending you don"t know anything about it. It won"t do you any good. You have been very foxy about it, but you made a break, and there you are! You think you are very clever. If you were you wouldn"t let your shadchen [note] know where you live--"
Oh, I see," I said, with a hearty laugh. "Has he been here?" And I gave way to another guffaw
Shadchen was a conspiracy name for a man who would bring an employer together with cloak-makers who were willing to cheat the union. The one who performed these services for me was one of my own "hands." He was thoroughly dishonest, but he possessed a gentle disposition and a certain gift of expression.
This gave him power over his shopmates. He was their "shop chairman" and a member of their "price committee." He was the only man in my employ who actually received the full union price.
In addition to this, I paid him his broker"s commission for every new man he furnished me, and various sums as bribes pure and simple
I explained it all to Dora. The ardor with which I spoke and the details of my dealings with the shadchen must have made my explanation convincing, for she accepted it at once
"You"re not fooling me, are you?" she asked, piteously, yet in a tone of immense relief.
"Strike me dumb if--"
""S-sh! Don"t curse yourself," she said, clapping her hand over my mouth. "I can"t bear to hear it. I believe you. If you knew what I have gone through!"
"Poor, poor child!" I said, kissing her soft white fingers tenderly.
"Poor, poor baby! How could you think of such a thing! There is only one bride for me in all the world, and that is my own Dora darling."
Her face shone with a wan, beseeching kind of light
Again I drew forth the bracelet
"Foolish child!" I said, examining it. "Thank G.o.d, it isn"t damaged.
Not a bit."
I took her by the hand, opened the bracelet, and closed it over her wrist.
She instantly took it off again, with an instinctive side-glance at the door. Then, holding it up to the light admiringly, she said: "Oh! Oh! Must have cost a pile of money! Why did you spend so much? I can"t wear it, anyway. Better return it."
"Never! It"s yours, my sweetheart. Do whatever you like with it.
Put it away somewhere. If you wear it for one minute every week I shall be happy. If you only look at it once in a while I shall be happy."
"I am afraid to keep it. Somebody may come across it some day.
Better return it, my loved one! I am happy as it is. It would make me nervous to have it in the house."
She made me take it back
"Thank G.o.d it wasn"t a real shadchen! I thought I was going to commit suicide," she said
I seized her in my arms. She abandoned herself to a transport of grat.i.tude and happiness in which her usual fort.i.tude melted away
The next morning she had the appearance of one doomed to death.
Her eyes avoided everybody, not only her husband and Lucy, but myself as well. She pleaded indisposition
Max left for the synagogue, as he always did on Sat.u.r.day morning.
I accompanied him out of the house, on my way to business. We parted at a corner where I was to wait for a street-car. Instead of boarding a car, however, I returned home. I was burning to be alone with Dora, to cuddle her out of her forlorn mood
"I have come back for a minute just to tell you how dear you are to me," I whispered to her in the presence of the children, who were having their breakfast. I signed to her to follow me into the parlor, and she did. "Just one kiss, dearest!" I said, clasping her to me and kissing her. "I"d let myself be cut to pieces for you."
She nestled to me for a moment ,gave me a hasty kiss, and ran back to the children, all without looking at me
I went away with a broken heart
Late that evening, when we found ourselves alone, and I rushed at her, she gently pushed me off
"Why? What"s the trouble?" I asked.
"No trouble at all," she answered, looking down, with shamefaced gravity
"Do you hate me?"
"Hate you! I wish I could," she answered, with a sad smile, still looking down.
"Why this new way, then?" I said, rather impatiently. "You are dearer than ever to me, Levinsky. Tell me to jump into fire, and I will. But--can"t we love each other and be good?"
"What are you talking about, Dora? What has got into you? Do you know what you are to me now?" I demanded, melodramatically
I made another attempt at kissing her, but was repulsed again
"Not now, anyway, my loved one," she said, entreatingly. "Let a few days pa.s.s. You don"t want me to feel bad, do you, dearest?"
I looked sheepish. I was convinced that it was merely a pa.s.sing mood
[note: shadchen]: Marriage broker, match-maker
CHAPTER XVIII
NEXT Monday, when I was ready to go to my place of business, Dora left the house, pitcher in hand, before I rose from the breakfast-table. She was going for milk, but a side-glance which she cast at the floor in my direction as she turned to shut the door behind her told me that she wanted to see me in the street. After letting some minutes pa.s.s I put on my overcoat and hat, bade Max a studiously casual good-by, and departed
I awaited her on the stoop. Presently she emerged from the grocery in the adjoining building
"Could you be free at 4 o"clock this afternoon?" she asked, ascending the few steps, and pausing by my side. "I want to have a talk with you.
Somewhere else. Not at home."
"Why not at home, in the evening?" "No. That won"t do," she overruled me, softly. "Somebody might come in and interrupt me.
I"ll wait for you in the little park on Second Avenue and Fifteenth Street. You know the place, don"t you?"
She meant Stuyvesant Park, which the sunny Second Avenue cuts in two, and she explained that our meeting was to take place on the west side of the thoroughfare
"Will you come?" she asked, nervously
"I will, I will. But what"s up? Why do you look so serious? Dora!
Dora mine!"
""S-sh! You had better go. When we meet I"ll explain everything.
At 4 o"clock, then. Don"t forget. As you come up the avenue, going up-town, it is on the left-hand side. Write it down."