Part 9 (1/2)
Insidious darkness crept into the room like a cool hand descending on the feverish brow of day; the red glow s.h.i.+fted farther along the mantel and lay vivid as blood across the blue vase and the photograph of a grizzled head in a seash.e.l.l frame. Mrs. Ginsburg rocked over a loose board in the floor and waved a palm-leaf fan toward the reclining shadow of her son until he could taste its tape-bound edge.
”Next week to-night five years since we lost poor papa, Abie--five years! _Gott!_ When I think of it! Just like his picture he looked up to the last, too--just like his picture.”
”Yes, mamma.”
”I ain't so spry as I used to be, neither, Abie--or, believe me, I would never let you take on a clerk. Sometimes I think, when the rheumatism gets up round my heart, it won't be long as I go too. Poor papa! If I could have gone with him! How he always hated to go alone to places! To the barber he hated to go, till I got so I could cut it myself.”
”Mamma, you ain't got nothing to worry about.”
”I worry enough.”
”You can take it as easy as you want to now--I even want we should have a better apartment. We got the best little business between here and One Hundred and Twenty-fifth Street! If poor papa could see it now he wouldn't know it from five years ago. Poor papa! He wasn't willing to spend on improvements.”
”Papa always said you had a good business head on you, Abie; but I ain't one, neither, for funny businesses like a clerk. And what you needed them new gla.s.s shoe-stands for when the old ones--”
”Now, mamma, don't begin on that again.”
”When I was down in the store papa used to say to me: 'Wait till Abie's grown up, mamma! By how his ears stand out from his head I can tell he's got good business sense.' And to think that so little of you he had in the store--such a man that deserved the best of everything! He had to die just when things might have got easy for him.”
”Don't cry, mamma; everything is for the best.”
”You're a good boy, Abie. Sometimes I think I stand in your way enough.”
”Such talk!”
”Any girl would do well enough for herself to get you. Believe me, Beulah Washeim don't need a new pair of shoes every two weeks for nothing! Her mother thinks I don't notice it--she's always braggin' to me how hard her Beulah is on shoes and what a good customer she makes.”
”Beulah Washeim! I don't even know what last she wears--that's how much I think of Beulah Washeim.”
”Don't let me stand in your way, Abie. Ain't I often told you, now since you do a grand business and we're all paid up, don't let your old mother stand in your way?”
”Like you could be in my way!”
”Once I said to poor papa, the night we paid the mortgage off and had wine for supper: 'Papa,' I said, 'we're out of debt now--_Gott sei Dank!_--except one debt we owe to some girl when Abie grows up; and that debt we got to pay with money that won't come from work and struggle and saving; we got to pay that debt with our boy--with _blood-money_.' Poor papa! Already he was asleep when I said it--half a gla.s.s of wine, and he was mussy-headed.”
”Yes, yes, mamma.”
”A girl like Beulah Washeim I ain't got so much use for neither--with her silk petticoats and silk stockings; but Sol Washeim's got a grand business there, Abie. They don't move in a nine-room house from a four-room apartment for nothing.”
”For Beulah's weight in gold I don't want her--the way she looks at me with her eyes and shoots 'em round like I was a three-ringed circus.”
”You're right--for money you shouldn't marry neither; only I always say it's just as easy to fall in love with a rich one as a poor one. But I'm the last one to force you. There's Hannah Rosenblatt--a grand, economical girl!”
”Hannah Rosenblatt--a girl that teaches school, she pushes on me. I got to get educated yet!”
Mrs. Ginsburg rocked and fanned rhythmically; her unsubtle lips curled upward with the subtle smile of a zingaro. The placidity of peace on a mountain-top, shade in a dell, and love in a garden crept into her tones.
”I just want you to know I don't stand in your way, Abie. You ain't a child no more; but while I'm here you got so good a home as you want--not?”
”Sure!”