"What does _she_ want of me?" he complained to himself proceeding on his way. He grew conscious of his low spirits, and, tracing them with some effort to their source, he became gloomier still. "No more fun for me!" he decided. "I shall get them over here and begin a new life."
After supper, which he had taken, as usual, at his lodgings, he went out for a walk. He was firmly determined to keep himself from visiting Joe Peltner"s dancing academy, and accordingly he took a direction opposite to Suffolk Street, where that establishment was situated.
Having pa.s.sed a few blocks, however, his feet, contrary to his will, turned into a side street and thence into one leading to Suffolk. "I shall only drop in to tell Joe that I can not sell any of his ball tickets, and return them," he attempted to deceive his own conscience.
Hailing this pretext with delight he quickened his pace as much as the overcrowded sidewalks would allow.
He had to pick and nudge his way through dense swarms of bedraggled half-naked humanity; past garbage barrels rearing their overflowing contents in sickening piles, and lining the streets in malicious suggestion of rows of trees; underneath tiers and tiers of fire escapes, barricaded and festooned with mattresses, pillows, and feather-beds not yet gathered in for the night. The pent-in sultry atmosphere was laden with nausea and pierced with a discordant and, as it were, plaintive buzz. Supper had been despatched in a hurry, and the teeming populations of the cyclopic tenement houses were out in full force "for fresh air," as even these people will say in mental quotation marks.
Suffolk Street is in the very thick of the battle for breath. For it lies in the heart of that part of the East Side which has within the last two or three decades become the Ghetto of the American metropolis, and, indeed, the metropolis of the Ghettos of the world. It is one of the most densely populated spots on the face of the earth--a seething human sea fed by streams, streamlets, and rills of immigration flowing from all the Yiddish-speaking centres of Europe. Hardly a block but shelters Jews from every nook and corner of Russia, Poland, Galicia, Hungary, Roumania; Lithuanian Jews, Volhynian Jews, south Russian Jews, Bessarabian Jews; Jews crowded out of the "pale of Jewish settlement"; Russified Jews expelled from Moscow, St. Petersburg, Kieff, or Saratoff; Jewish runaways from justice; Jewish refugees from crying political and economical injustice; people torn from a hard-gained foothold in life and from deep-rooted attachments by the caprice of intolerance or the wiles of demagoguery--innocent scapegoats of a guilty Government for its outraged populace to misspend its blind fury upon; students shut out of the Russian universities, and come to these sh.o.r.es in quest of learning; artisans, merchants, teachers, rabbis, artists, beggars--all come in search of fortune. Nor is there a tenement house but harbours in its bosom specimens of all the whimsical metamorphoses wrought upon the children of Israel of the great modern exodus by the vicissitudes of life in this their Promised Land of to-day. You find there Jews born to plenty, whom the new conditions have delivered up to the clutches of penury; Jews reared in the straits of need, who have here risen to prosperity; good people morally degraded in the struggle for success amid an unwonted environment; moral outcasts lifted from the mire, purified, and imbued with self-respect; educated men and women with their intellectual polish tarnished in the inclement weather of adversity; ignorant sons of toil grown enlightened--in fine, people with all sorts of antecedents, tastes, habits, inclinations, and speaking all sorts of subdialects of the same jargon, thrown pellmell into one social caldron--a human hodgepodge with its component parts changed but not yet fused into one h.o.m.ogeneous whole.
And so the "stoops," sidewalks, and pavements of Suffolk Street were thronged with panting, chattering, or frisking mult.i.tudes. In one spot the scene received a kind of weird picturesqueness from children dancing on the pavement to the strident music hurled out into the tumultuous din from a row of the open and brightly illuminated windows of what appeared to be a new tenement house. Some of the young women on the sidewalk opposite raised a longing eye to these windows, for floating, by through the dazzling light within were young women like themselves with masculine arms round their waists.
As the spectacle caught Jake"s eye his heart gave a leap. He violently pushed his way through the waltzing swarm, and dived into the half-dark corridor of the house whence the music issued. Presently he found himself on the threshold and in the overpowering air of a s.p.a.cious oblong chamber, alive with a damp-haired, dishevelled, reeking crowd--an uproarious human vortex, whirling to the squeaky notes of a violin and the thumping of a piano. The room was, judging by its untidy, once-whitewashed walls and the uncouth wooden pillars supporting its bare ceiling, more accustomed to the whir of sewing machines than to the noises which filled it at the present moment. It took up the whole of the first floor of a five-story house built for large sweat-shops, and until recently it had served its original purpose as faithfully as the four upper floors, which were still the daily scenes of feverish industry. At the further end of the room there was now a marble soda fountain in charge of an unkempt boy. A stocky young man with a black entanglement of coa.r.s.e curly hair was bustling about among the dancers. Now and then he would pause with his eyes bent upon some two pairs of feet, and fall to clapping time and drawling out in a preoccupied singsong: "Von, two, tree! Leeft you" feet! Don" so kvick--sloy, sloy! Von, two, tree, von, two, tree!" This was Professor Peltner himself, whose curly hair, by the way, had more to do with the success of his inst.i.tution than his stumpy legs, which, according to the unanimous dictum of his male pupils, moved about "like a _regely_ pair of bears."
The throng showed but a very scant sprinkling of plump cheeks and shapely figures in a mult.i.tude of haggard faces and flaccid forms.
Nearly all were in their work-a-day clothes, very few of the men sporting a wilted white shirt front. And while the general effect of the kaleidoscope was one of boisterous hilarity, many of the individual couples somehow had the air of being engaged in hard toil rather than as if they were dancing for amus.e.m.e.nt. The faces of some of these bore a wondering martyrlike expression, as who should say, "What have we done to be knocked about in this manner?" For the rest, there were all sorts of att.i.tudes and miens in the whirling crowd. One young fellow, for example, seemed to be threatening vengeance to the ceiling, while his partner was all but exultantly exclaiming: "Lord of the universe!
What a world this be!" Another maiden looked as if she kept murmuring, "You don"t say!" whereas her cavalier mutely e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, "Glad to try my best, your n.o.ble birth!"--after the fashion of a Russian soldier.
The prevailing stature of the a.s.semblage was rather below medium. This does not include the dozen or two of undergrown la.s.ses of fourteen or thirteen who had come surrept.i.tiously, and--to allay the suspicion of their mothers--in their white ap.r.o.ns. They accordingly had only these articles to check at the hat box, and hence the nickname of "ap.r.o.n-check ladies," by which this truant contingent was known at Joe"s academy. So that as Jake now stood in the doorway with an orphaned collar b.u.t.ton glistening out of the band of his collarless shirt front and an affected expression of _ennui_ overshadowing his face, his strapping figure towered over the circling throng before him.
He was immediately noticed and became the target for h.e.l.los, smiles, winks, and all manner of pleasantry: "Vot you stand like dot? You vont to loin dantz?" or "You a detectiff?" or "You vont a job?" or, again, "Is it hot anawff for you?" To all of which Jake returned an invariable "Yep!" each time resuming his bored mien.
As he thus gazed at the dancers, a feeling of envy came over him. "Look at them!" he said to himself begrudgingly. "How merry they are! Such _shnoozes_, they can hardly set a foot well, and yet they are free, while I am a married man. But wait till you get married, too," he prospectively avenged himself on Joe"s pupils; "we shall see how you will then dance and jump!"
Presently a wave of Joe"s hand brought the music and the trampling to a pause. The girls at once took their seats on the "ladies" bench," while the bulk of the men retired to the side reserved for "gents only."
Several apparent post-graduates nonchalantly overstepped the boundary line, and, nothing daunted by the professor"s repeated "Zents to de right an" ladess to the left!" unrestrainedly kept their girls chuckling. At all events, Joe soon desisted, his attention being diverted by the soda department of his business. "Sawda!" he sang out.
"Ull kin"s! Sam, you ought ashamed you"selv; vy don"tz you treat you"
lada?"
In the meantime Jake was the centre of a growing bevy of both s.e.xes. He refused to unbend and to enter into their facetious mood, and his morose air became the topic of their persiflage.
By-and-bye Joe came scuttling up to his side. "Goot-evenig, Dzake!" he greeted him; "I didn"t seen you at ull! Say, Dzake, I"ll take care dis site an" you take care dot site--ull right?"
"Alla right!" Jake responded gruffly. "Gentsh, getch you partnesh, hawrry up!" he commanded in another instant.
The sentence was echoed by the dancing master, who then blew on his whistle a prolonged shrill warble, and once again the floor was set straining under some two hundred pounding, gliding, or sc.r.a.ping feet.
"Don" bee "fraid. Gu right aheat an" getch you partner!" Jake went on yelling right and left. "Don" be "shamed, Mish Cohen. Dansh mit dot gentlemarn!" he said, as he unceremoniously encircled Miss Cohen"s waist with "dot gentlemarn"s" arm. "Cholly! vot"s de madder mitch _you_? You do hop like a Cossack, as true as I am a Jew," he added, indulging in a momentary lapse into Yiddish. English was the official language of the academy, where it was broken and misp.r.o.nounced in as many different ways as there were Yiddish dialects represented in that inst.i.tution. "Dot"sh de vay, look!" With which Jake seized from Charley a lanky fourteen-year-old Miss Jacobs, and proceeded to set an example of correct waltzing, much to the unconcealed delight of the girl, who let her head rest on his breast with an air of reverential grat.i.tude and bliss, and to the embarra.s.sment of her cavalier, who looked at the evolutions of Jake"s feet without seeing.
Presently Jake was beckoned away to a corner by Joe, whereupon Miss Jacobs, looking daggers at the little professor, sulked off to a distant seat.
"Dzake, do me a faver; hask Mamie to gib dot feller a couple a dantzes," Joe said imploringly, pointing to an ungainly young man who was timidly viewing the pandemonium-like spectacle from the further end of the "gent"s bench." "I hasked "er myself, but se don" vonted. He"s a beesness man, you "destan", an" he kan a lot o" fellers an" I vonted make him satetzfiet."
"Dot monkey?" said Jake. "Vot you talkin" aboyt! She vouldn"t lishn to me neider, honesht."
"Say dot you don" vonted and dot"s ull."
"Alla right; I"m goin" to ashk her, but I know it vouldn"t be of naw used."
"Never min", you hask "er foist. You knaw se vouldn"t refuse _you_!"
Joe urged, with a knowing grin.
"Hoy much vill you bet she will refushe shaw?" Jake rejoined with insincere vehemence, as he whipped out a handful of change.
"Vot kin" foon a man you are! Ulleways like to bet!" said Joe, deprecatingly. "F cuss it depend mit vot kin" a mout" you vill hask, you "destan"?"
"By gum, Jaw! Vot you take me for? Ven I shay I ashk, I ashk. You knaw I don" like no monkey beeshnesh. Ven I promish anytink I do it shquare, dot"sh a kin" a man _I_ am!" And once more protesting his firm conviction that Mamie would disregard his request, he started to prove that she would not.
He had to traverse nearly the entire length of the hall, and, notwithstanding that he was compelled to steer clear of the dancers, he contrived to effect the pa.s.sage at the swellest of his gaits, which means that he jauntily bobbed and lurched, after the manner of a blacksmith tugging at the bellows, and held up his enormous bullet head as if he were bidding defiance to the whole world. Finally he paused in front of a girl with a superabundance of pitch-black side bangs and with a pert, ill natured, pretty face of the most strikingly Semitic cast in the whole gathering. She looked twenty-three or more, was inclined to plumpness, and her shrewd deep dark eyes gleamed out of a warm gipsy complexion. Jake found her seated in a fatigued att.i.tude on a chair near the piano.
"Good-evenig, Mamie!" he said, bowing with mock gallantry.
"Rats!"
"Shay, Mamie, give dot feller a tvisht, vill you?"
"Dot slob again? Joe must tink if you ask me I"ll get scared, ain"t it?
Go and tell him he is too fresh," she said with a contemptuous grimace.
Like the majority of the girls of the academy, Mamie"s English was a much nearer approach to a justification of its name than the gibberish spoken by the men.
Jake felt routed; but he put a bold face on it and broke out with studied resentment:
"Vot you kickin" aboyt, anyhoy? Jaw don" mean notin" at ull. If you don" vonted never min", an" dot"sh ull. It don" cut a figger, shee?"
And he feignedly turned to go.
"Look how kvick he gets excited!" she said, surrenderingly.
"I ain"t get eks.h.i.tet at ull; but vot"sh de used a makin" monkey beesnesh?" he retorted with triumphant acerbity.
"You are a monkey you"self," she returned with a playful pout.
The compliment was acknowledged by one of Jake"s blandest grins.
"An" you are a monkey from monkey-land," he said. "Vill you dansh mit dot feller?"
"Rats! Vot vill you give me?"
"Vot should I give you?" he asked impatiently.
"Vill you treat?"
"Treat? Ger-rr oyt!" he replied with a sweeping kick at s.p.a.ce.
"Den I von"t dance."
"Alla right. I"ll treat you mit a coupel a waltch."
"Is dot so? You must really tink I am swooning to dance vit you," she said, dividing the remark between both jargons.
"Look at her, look! she is a _regely_ getzke[4]: one must take off one"s cap to speak to her. Don"t you always say you like to _dansh_ with me _becush_ I am a good _dansher_?"