My days of hunger were at an end. I lived in clover. "Now I can work," I thought to myself, with the satisfaction of a well-filled stomach. "And work I will. I"ll show people what I can do."
I applied myself to my task with ardor, but it did not last long. My former interest in the Talmud was gone. The spell was broken irretrievably. Now that I did not want for food, my sense of loneliness became keener than ever. Indeed, it was a novel sense of loneliness, quite unlike the one I had experienced before
My surroundings had somehow lost their former meaning. Life was devoid of savor, and I was thirsting for an appetizer, as it were, for some violent change, for piquant sensations
Then it was that the word America first caught my fancy
The name was buzzing all around me. The great emigration of Jews to the United States, which had received its first impulse two or three years before, was already in full swing. It may not be out of order to relate, briefly. how it had all come about
An anti-Semitic riot broke out in a southern town named Elisabethgrad in the early spring of 1881. Occurrences of this kind were, in those days, quite rare in Russia, and when they did happen they did not extend beyond the town of their origin. But the circ.u.mstances that surrounded the Elisabethgrad outbreak were of a specific character. It took place one month after the a.s.sa.s.sination of the Czar, Alexander II. The actual size and influence of the "underground" revolutionary organization being an unknown quant.i.ty, St.
Petersburg was full of the rumblings of a general uprising. The Elisabethgrad riot, however, was not of a revolutionary nature. Yet the police, so far from suppressing it, encouraged it. The example of the Elisabethgrad rabble was followed by the riffraff of other places. The epidemic quickly spread from city to city. Whereupon the scenes of lawlessness in the various cities were marked by the same method in the mob"s madness, by the same connivance on the part of the police, and by many other traits that clearly pointed to a common source of inspiration. It has long since become a well-established historical fact that the anti-Jewish disturbances were encouraged, even arranged, by the authorities as an outlet for the growing popular discontent with the Government.
Count von Plehve was then at the head of the Police Department in the Ministry of the Interior.
This bit of history repeated itself, on a larger scale, twenty-two years later, when Russia was in the paroxysm of a real revolution and when the ghastly ma.s.sacres of Jews in Kishineff, Odessa, Kieff, and other cities were among the means employed in an effort to keep the ma.s.ses "busy."
Count von Plehve then held the office of Prime Minister. To return to 1881 and 1882. Thousands of Jewish families were left homeless. Of still greater moment was the moral effect which the atrocities produced on the whole Jewish population of Russia.
Over five million people were suddenly made to realize that their birthplace was not their home (a feeling which the great Russian revolution has suddenly changed). Then it was that the cry "To America!" was raised. It spread like wild-fire, even over those parts of the Pale of Jewish Settlement which lay outside the riot zone
This was the beginning of the great New Exodus that has been in progress for decades
My native town and the entire section to which it belongs had been immune from the riots, yet it caught the general contagion, and at the time I became one of Shiphrah"s wards hundreds of its inhabitants were going to America or planning to do so. Letters full of wonders from emigrants already there went the rounds of eager readers and listeners until they were worn to shreds in the process
I succ.u.mbed to the spreading fever. It was one of these letters from America, in fact, which put the notion of emigrating to the New World definitely in my mind. An illiterate woman brought it to the synagogue to have it read to her, and I happened to be the one to whom she addressed her request. The concrete details of that letter gave New York tangible form in my imagination. It haunted me ever after
The United States lured me not merely as a land of milk and honey, but also, and perhaps chiefly, as one of mystery, of fantastic experiences, of marvelous transformations. To leave my native place and to seek my fortune in that distant, weird world seemed to be just the kind of sensational adventure my heart was hankering for.
When I unburdened myself of my project to Reb Sender he was thunderstruck
"To America!" he said. "Lord of the World! But one becomes a Gentile there."
"Not at all," I sought to rea.s.sure him. "There are lots of good Jews there, and they don"t neglect their Talmud, either." The amount that was necessary to take me to America loomed staggeringly large. Where was it to come from? I thought of approaching Shiphrah, but the idea of her helping me abandon my Talmud and go to live in a G.o.dless country seemed preposterous. So I began by saving the small allowance which I received from her and by selling some of the clothes and food she brought me. For the evening meal I usually received some rye bread and a small coin for cheese or herring, so I invariably added the coin to my little h.o.a.rd, relishing the bread with thoughts of America.
While I was thus pinching and saving pennies I was continually casting about for some more effective way of raising the sum that would take me to New York. I confided my plan to Naphtali.
"Not a bad idea," he said, "but you will never raise the money. You are a master of dreams, David."
"I"ll get the money, and, what is more, when I am in America I shall bring you over there, too."
"May your words pa.s.s from your lips into the ear of G.o.d."
"I thought you did not believe in G.o.d."
"How long will you believe in Him after you get to America?"
BOOK IV
MATILDA
CHAPTER I
I COULD scarcely think of anything but America. I read every letter from there that I could obtain. I was constantly seeking information about the country and the opportunities it held out to a man of my type, and cudgeling my brains for some way of sc.r.a.ping together the formidable sum. I was restless, sleepless, and finally, when I caught a slight cold, my health broke down so completely that I had to be taken to the hospital. Shiphrah visited me every day, calling me poor orphan boy and quarreling with the superintendent over me. One afternoon, after I had been discharged, when she saw me at the synagogue, feeble and emaciated, she gasped
"You"re a cruel, heartless man," she flared up, addressing herself to the beadle. "The poor boy needs a good soft bed, fine chicken soup, and real care. Why didn"t you let me know at once? Come on, David!"
"Where to?" I inquired, timidly.
"None of your business. Come on. I"m not going to take you to the woods, you may be sure of that. I want you to stay in my house until you are well rested and strong enough to study. Don"t you like it?" she added, with a wink to the beadle
It appeared that her husband was away on one of his prolonged business excursions. Otherwise installing in her "modern" home an old-fashioned, ridiculous young creature like a Talmud student would have been out of the question
I followed her with fast-beating heart. I knew that her family was "modern," that her children spoke Russian and "behaved like Gentiles," that there was a grown young woman among them and that her name was Matilda
The case of this young woman had been the talk of the town the year before.
She had been persuaded to marry a man for whom she did not care, and shortly after the wedding and after a sensational pa.s.sage at arms between his people and hers, she made her father pay him a small fortune for divorcing her
Matilda"s family being one of the "upper ten" in our town, its members were frequently the subject of envious gossip, and so I had known a good deal about them even before Shiphrah befriended me. I had heard, for example, that Matilda had received her early education in a boarding-school in Germany (in accordance with a custom that had been in existence among people of her father"s cla.s.s until recently); that she had subsequently studied Russian and other subjects under Russian tutors at home; and that her two brothers, who were younger than she, were at the local Russian gymnasium, or high school. I had heard, also, that Matilda was very pretty. That she was well dressed went without saying
All this both fascinated and cowed me
Suddenly Shiphrah paused, as though bethinking herself of something. "Wait.
Don"t stir," she said, rushing back. Ten or fifteen minutes later she returned, saying: "I was not long, was I? I just went to get the beadle"s forgiveness. Had insulted him for nothing. But he"s a dummy, all the same.
Come on, David."
Arrived at her house, she introduced me to her old servant, in the kitchen
"He"ll stay a week with us, perhaps more," she explained. "I want you to build him up. Fatten him up like a Pa.s.sover goose. Do you hear?"
The servant, a tall, spare woman, with an extremely dark face tinged with blue, began by darting hostile glances at me
"Look at the way she is staring at him!" Shiphrah growled. "He is the son of the woman who was murdered at the Horse-market."
The old servant started. "Is he?" she said, aghast
"Are you pleased now? Will you take good care of him?"
"May the Uppermost give him a good appet.i.te."
As Shiphrah led me from the kitchen into another room she said: "She took a fancy to you. It will be all right."
She towed me into a vast sitting-room, so crowded with new furniture that it had the appearance of a furniture-store. There were many rooms in the apartment and they all produced a similar impression. I subsequently learned that the superabundance of sofas, chests of drawers, chairs, or bric-a-brac-stands was due to Shiphrah"s pa.s.sion for bargains, a weakness which made her the fair game of tradespeople and artisans. Several of her wardrobes and bureaus were packed full of all sorts of things for which she had no earthly use and many of which she had smuggled in when her husband and the children were out