Part 20 (1/2)

”Still yourself a little! See how you're frightening your child.”

”Woe to me! Where is my Benny? Maybe he's killed already by a car. Maybe he fainted away from hunger. He didn't eat nothing all day long. Gottuniu! Pity yourself on me!”

She lifted her hands full of tragic entreaty.

”People, my child! Get me my child! I'll go crazy out of my head! Get me my child, or I'll take poison before your eyes!”

”Still yourself a little!” pleaded Mrs. Pelz.

”Talk not to me!” cried Hanneh Breineh, wringing her hands.

”You're having all your children. I lost mine. Every good luck comes to other people. But I didn't live yet to see a good day in my life. Mine only joy, mine Benny, is lost away from me.”

The crowd followed Hanneh Breineh as she wailed through the streets, leaning on Mrs. Pelz. By the time she returned to her house the children were back from school; but seeing that Benny was not there, she chased them out in the street, crying:

”Out of here, you robbers, gluttons! Go find Benny!” Hanneh Breineh crumpled into a chair in utter prostration. ”Oi weh! he's lost! Mine life; my little bird; mine only joy! How many nights I spent nursing him when he had the measles! And all that I suffered for weeks and months when he had the whooping-cough! How the eyes went out of my head till I learned him how to walk, till I learned him how to talk! And such a smart child! If I lost all the others, it wouldn't tear me so by the heart.”

She worked herself up into such a hysteria, crying, and tearing her hair, and hitting her head with her knuckles, that at last she fell into a faint. It took some time before Mrs. Pelz, with the aid of neighbors, revived her.

”Benny, mine angel!” she moaned as she opened her eyes.

Just then a policeman came in with the lost Benny.

”Na, na, here you got him already!” said Mrs. Pelz. ”Why did you carry on so for nothing? Why did you tear up the world like a crazy?”

The child's face was streaked with tears as he cowered, frightened and forlorn. Hanneh Breineh sprang toward him, slapping his cheeks, boxing his ears, before the neighbors could rescue him from her.

”Woe on your head!” cried the mother. ”Where did you lost yourself? Ain't I got enough worries on my head than to go around looking for you? I didn't have yet a minute's peace from that child since he was born!”

”See a crazy mother!” remonstrated Mrs. Pelz, rescuing Benny from another beating. ”Such a mouth! With one breath she blesses him when he is lost, and with the other breath she curses him when he is found.”

Hanneh Breineh took from the window-sill a piece of herring covered with swarming flies, and putting it on a slice of dry bread, she filled a cup of tea that had been stewing all day, and dragged Benny over to the table to eat.

But the child, choking with tears, was unable to touch the food.

”Go eat!” commanded Hanneh Breineh. ”Eat and choke yourself eating!”

”Maybe she won't remember me no more. Maybe the servant won't let me in,” thought Mrs. Pelz, as she walked by the brownstone house on Eighty-Fourth Street where she had been told Hanneh Breineh now lived. At last she summoned up enough courage to climb the steps. She was all out of breath as she rang the bell with trembling fingers. ”Oi weh! even the outside smells riches and plenty! Such curtains! And shades on all windows like by millionaires! Twenty years ago she used to eat from the pot to the hand, and now she lives in such a palace.”

A whiff of steam-heated warmth swept over Mrs. Pelz as the door opened, and she saw her old friend of the tenements dressed in silk and diamonds like a being from another world.

”Mrs. Pelz, is it you!” cried Hanneh Breineh, overjoyed at the sight of her former neighbor. ”Come right in. Since when are you back in New York?”

”We came last week,” mumbled Mrs. Pelz, as she was led into a richly carpeted reception-room.

”Make yourself comfortable. Take off your shawl,” urged Hanneh Breineh.

But Mrs. Pelz only drew her shawl more tightly around her, a keen sense of her poverty gripping her as she gazed, abashed by the luxurious wealth that shone from every corner.

”This shawl covers up my rags,” she said, trying to hide her shabby sweater.