Yiddish Tales Part 64
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His face gets paler and more wrinkled, he grows weaker, he feels his strength ebbing away.
Feigele goes on taking money out of the savings-bank, the stamps in her book grow less and less, she knows that soon there will be nothing left.
Old Reb Yainkel wishes in secret that he did not require so much, that he might cease to hamper other people!
He spits blood-drops, and his strength goes on diminis.h.i.+ng, and so do the stamps in Feigele's book. The day he died saw the last farthing of Feigele's dowry disappear after the others.
Feigele has resumed her seat by the bright lamp, and sews and sews till far into the night, and with every seam that she sews, something is added to the credit of her new account.
This time the dowry must be a larger one, because for every stamp that is added to the account-book there is a new grey hair on Feigele's black head.
A JEWISH CHILD
The mother came out of the bride's chamber, and cast a piercing look at her husband, who was sitting beside a finished meal, and was making pellets of bread crumbs previous to saying grace.
"You go and talk to her! I haven't a bit of strength left!"
"So, Rochel-Leoh has brought up children, has she, and can't manage them! Why! People will be pointing at you and laughing--a ruin to your years!"
"To my years?! A ruin to _yours_! _My_ children, are they? Are they not yours, too? Couldn't you stay at home sometimes to care for them and help me to bring them up, instead of trapesing round--the black year knows where and with whom?"
"Rochel, Rochel, what has possessed you to start a quarrel with me now?
The bridegroom's family will be arriving directly."
"And what do you expect me to do, Moishehle, eh?! For G.o.d's sake! Go in to her, we shall be made a laughing-stock."
The man rose from the table, and went into the next room to his daughter. The mother followed.
On the little sofa that stood by the window sat a girl about eighteen, her face hidden in her hands, her arms covered by her loose, thick, black hair. She was evidently crying, for her bosom rose and fell like a stormy sea. On the bed opposite lay the white silk wedding-dress, the Chuppeh-Kleid, with the black, silk Shool-Kleid, and the black stuff morning-dress, which the tailor who had undertaken the outfit had brought not long ago. By the door stood a woman with a black scarf round her head and holding boxes with wigs.
"Channehle! You are never going to do me this dishonor? to make me the talk of the town?" exclaimed the father. The bride was silent.
"Look at me, daughter of Moisheh Groiss! It's all very well for Genendel Freindel's daughter to wear a wig, but not for the daughter of Moisheh Groiss? Is that it?"
"And yet Genendel Freindel might very well think more of herself than you: she is more educated than you are, and has a larger dowry," put in the mother.
The bride made no reply.
"Daughter, think how much blood and treasure it has cost to help us to a bit of pleasure, and now you want to spoil it for us? Remember, for G.o.d's sake, what you are doing with yourself! We shall be excommunicated, the young man will run away home on foot!"
"Don't be foolish," said the mother, took a wig out of a box from the woman by the door, and approached her daughter. "Let us try on the wig, the hair is just the color of yours," and she laid the strange hair on the girl's head.
The girl felt the weight, put up her fingers to her head, met among her own soft, cool, living locks, the strange, dead hair of the wig, stiff and cold, and it flashed through her, Who knows where the head to which this hair belonged is now? A shuddering enveloped her, and as though she had come in contact with something unclean, she s.n.a.t.c.hed off the wig, threw in onto the floor and hastily left the room.
Father and mother stood and looked at each other in dismay.
The day after the marriage ceremony, the bridegroom's mother rose early, and, bearing large scissors, and the wig and a hood which she had brought from her home as a present for the bride, she went to dress the latter for the "breakfast."
But the groom's mother remained outside the room, because the bride had locked herself in, and would open her door to no one.
The groom's mother ran calling aloud for help to her husband, who, together with a dozen uncles and brothers-in-law, was still sleeping soundly after the evening's festivity. She then sought out the bridegroom, an eighteen-year-old boy with his mother's milk still on his lips, who, in a silk caftan and a fur cap, was moving about the room in bewildered fas.h.i.+on, his eyes on the ground, ashamed to look anyone in the face. In the end she fell back on the mother of the bride, and these two went in to her together, having forced open the door between them.
"Why did you lock yourself in, dear daughter. There is no need to be ashamed."
"Marriage is a Jewish inst.i.tution!" said the groom's mother, and kissed her future daughter-in-law on both cheeks.
The girl made no reply.
"Your mother-in-law has brought you a wig and a hood for the procession to the Shool," said her own mother.
The band had already struck up the "Good Morning" in the next room.
"Come now, Kallehs.h.i.+, Kalleh-leben, the guests are beginning to a.s.semble."
The groom's mother took hold of the plaits in order to loosen them.
The bride bent her head away from her, and fell on her own mother's neck.
"I can't, Mame-leben! My heart won't let me, Mame-kron!"
She held her hair with both hands, to protect it from the other's scissors.
"For G.o.d's sake, my daughter? my life," begged the mother.
"In the other world you will be plunged for this into rivers of fire.
The apostate who wears her own hair after marriage will have her locks torn out with red hot pincers," said the other with the scissors.
A cold s.h.i.+ver went through the girl at these words.
"Mother-life, mother-crown!" she pleaded.
Her hands sought her hair, and the black silky tresses fell through them in waves. Her hair, the hair which had grown with her growth, and lived with her life, was to be cut off, and she was never, never to have it again--she was to wear strange hair, hair that had grown on another person's head, and no one knows whether that other person was alive or lying in the earth this long time, and whether she might not come any night to one's bedside, and whine in a dead voice:
"Give me back my hair, give me back my hair!"
A frost seized the girl to the marrow, she s.h.i.+vered and shook.
Then she heard the squeak of scissors over her head, tore herself out of her mother's arms, made one s.n.a.t.c.h at the scissors, flung them across the room, and said in a scarcely human voice:
"My own hair! May G.o.d Himself punish me!"
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