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placard on the door of the apartment- Instantly Fanny regretted her words. house proclaimed that all merchandise Mrs. Van Suyden's pity only roused her must be delivered through the trade en- wrath the more against her mother. trance in the rear; but Hanneh Breineh Breathless from climbing the stairs, with her basket strode proudly through | Hanneh Breineh entered the apartment the marble-paneled hall and rang non- just as Fanny tore the faultless millinery chalantly for the elevator.

creation from her head and threw it on The uniformed hall-man, erect, ex- the floor in a rage. pressionless. frigid with dignity, stepped "Mother, you are the ruination of my forward :

life! You have driven away Mrs. Van “Just a minute, Madam, I'll call a Suyden, as you have driven away all my boy to take up your basket for you.” best friends. What do you think we

Hanneh Breineh, glaring at him, jerked got this apartment for but to get rid of the basket savagely from his hands. your fish smells and your brawls with the

“Mind your own business,” she re- servants? And here you come with a torted. "I'll take it up myself. Do you basket on your arm as if you just landed think you're a Russian policeman to boss from the steerage! And this afternoon, me in my own house?”

of all times, when Benny is bringing his Angry lines appeared on the counten- leading man to tea. When will you ever ance of the representative of social de- stop disgracing us?” corum.

"When I'm dead," said Hanneh Brei"It is against the rules, Madam," he neh, grimly. "When the earth will said stiffly.

cover me up, then you'll be free to go "You should sink into the earth with your American way. I'm not going to all your rules and brass buttons. Ain't make myself over for a lady on Riverside this America? Ain't this a free country? Drive. I hate you and all your swell Can't I take up in my own house what I friends. I'll not let myself be choked buy with my own money?” cried Hanneh up here by you or by that hall-bossBreineh, revelling in the opportunity to policeman that is higher in your eyes than shower forth the volley of invectives that

your own mother." had been suppressed in her for weeks of “So that's your thanks for all we've deadly dignity of Riverside Drive. done for you?" cried the daughter.

In the midst of this uproar Fanny "All you've done for me?" shouted came in with Mrs. Van Suyden. Han- Hanneh Breineh. "What have you done neh Breineh rushed over to her, crying: for me. You hold me like a dog on a

"This bossy policeman won't let me chain. It stands in the Talmud; some take my basket in the elevator."

children give their mothers dry bread and The daughter, unnerved with shame water and go to heaven for it, and some and confusion, took the basket in her give their mother roast duck and go to white-gloved hand and ordered the hall- Gehenna because it's not given with love." boy to take it around to the regular de- "You want me to love you yet?" raged livery entrance.

the daughter. "You knocked every bit Hanneh Breineh was so hurt by her of love out of me when I was yet a kid. daughter's apparent defense of the hall- | All the memories of childhood I have is man's rules that she utterly ignored Mrs. your everlasting cursing and yelling that Van Suyden's greeting and walked up the we were gluttons.” seven Aights of stairs out of sheer spite. The bell rang sharply. and Hanneh

"You see the tragedy of my life?” broke Breineh flung open the door. out Fanny, turning to Mrs. Van Suyden. “Your groceries, ma'am," said the boy.

"You poor child! You go right up to Hanneh Breineh seized the basket from your dear, old lady mother, and I'll come him, and with a vicious Aing sent it rollsome other time.”

ing across the room, strewing its contents ver the Persian rugs and inlaid floor. "Why should my children shame them"hen seizing her hat and coat, she selves from me? From where did they :ormed out of the apartment and down get the stuff to work themselves up in ne stairs.

the world? Did they get it from the Mr. and Mrs. Pelz sat crouched and air ? How did they get all their smarthivering over their meager supper when ness to rise over the people around them? he door opened, and Hanneh Breineh in Why don't the children of born Ameriur coat and plumed hat charged into the can mothers write my Benny's plays ? oom.

It is I, who never had a chance to be a "I come to cry out to you my bitter person, who gave him the fire in his head. leart,” she sobbed. “Woe is me! It is If I would have had a chance to go to o black for my eyes!"

school and learn the language, what "What is the matter with you, Hanneh couldn't I have been? It is I and my Breineh?" cried Mrs. Pelz in bewildered mother and my mother's mother and my larm.

father and father's father who had such "I am turned out of my own house by a black life in Poland; it is our choked he brass-buttoned policeman that bosses thoughts and feelings that are flaming up he elevator. Oi-i-i-i! Weh-h-h-h! in my children and making them great what have I from my life? The whole in America. And yet they shame themworld rings with my son's play. Even selves from me!" he President came to see it, and I, his For a moment Mr. and Mrs. Pelz nother, have not seen it yet. My heart were hypnotized by the sweep of her is dying in me like in a prison,” she went words. Then Hanneh Breineh sank into on wailing. “I am starved out for a a chair in utter exhaustion. She began piece of real eating. In that swell res- to weep bitterly, her body shaking with taurant is nothing but napkins and forks sobs. and lettuce-leaves. There are a dozen “Woe is me! For what did I suffer plates to every bite of food. And it looks and hope on my children? A bitter old 50 fancy on the plate, but it's nothing but

age-my end. I'm so lonely!" straw in the mouth. I'm starving, but All the dramatic fire seemed to have I can't swallow down their American eat- left her. The spell was broken. They ing."

saw the Hanneh Breineh of old, ever dis“Hanneh Breineh," said Mrs. Pelz, contented, ever complaining even in the "you are sinning before God. Look on midst of riches and plenty. your fur coat; it alone would feed a "Hanneh Breineh," said Mrs. Pelz, whole family for a year. I never had "the only trouble with you is that you yet a piece of fur trimming on a coat, and got it too good. People will tear the you are in fur from the neck to the feet.

eyes out of your head because you're comI never had yet a piece of feather on a plaining yet. If I only had your fur hat, and your hat is all feathers."

coat! If I only had your diamonds! I "What are you envying me?" pro- have nothing. You have everything. tested Hanneh Breineh. “What have I You are living on the fat of the land. from all my fine furs and feathers when You go right back home and thank God my children are strangers to me? All the that you don't have my bitter lot." fur coats in the world can't warm up the "You got to let me stay here with you," loneliness inside my heart. All the insisted Hanneh Breineh. “I'll not yo grandest feathers can't hide the bitter back to my children except when they shame in my face that my children shame bury me. When they will see my dead themselves from me.'

face, they will understand how they Hanneh Breineh suddenly loomed over killed me.' them like some ancient, heroic figure of Mrs. Pelz glanced nervously at her the Bible condemning unrighteousness. husband. They barely had enough cov


ering for their one bed; how could they She only felt that she must go on and possibly lodge a visitor ?

“I don't want to take up your bed,” In the afternoon a cold, drizzling rain said Hanneh Breineh. “I don't care if set in. She was worn out from the sleepI have to sleep on the floor or on the less night and hours of tramping. With chairs, but I'll stay here for the night.” a piercing pain in her heart she at last

Seeing that she was bent on staying, turned back and boarded the subway for Mr. Pelz prepared to sleep by putting a Riverside Drive. She had fled from the few chairs next to the trunk, and Hanneh marble sepulcher of the Riverside apartBreineh was invited to share the rickety ment to her old home in the Ghetto; but bed with Mrs. Pelz.

now she knew that she could not live The mattress was full of lumps and there again. She had outgrown her past hollows. Hanneh Breineh lay cramped by the habits of years of physical comand miserable, unable to stretch out her forts, and these material comforts that limbs. For years she had been accus- she could no longer do without choked tomed to hair mattresses and ample and crushed the life within her. woolen blankets, so that though she cov- A cold shudder went through Hanneh ered herself with her fur coat, she was Breineh as she approached the apartmenttoo cold to sleep. But worse than the house. Peering through the plate glass cold were the creeping things on the wall. of the door she saw the face of the uniAnd as the lights were turned low, the formed hall-man. For a hesitating momice came through the broken plaster and ment she remained standing in the drizzlraced across the floor. The foul odors ing rain, unable to enter and yet knowing of the kitchen-sink added to the night of full well that she would have to enter. horrors.

Then suddenly Hanneh Breineh began Are you going back home?” asked to laugh. She realized that it was the Mrs. Pelz as Hanneh Breineh put on first time she had laughed since her chilher hat and coat the next morning. dren had become rich. But it was the

"I don't know where I'm going,” hard laugh of bitter sorrow. Tears she replied as she put a bill into Mrs. streamed down her furrowed cheeks as Pelz's hand.

she walked slowly up the granite steps. For hours Hanneh Breineh walked "The fat of the land !" muttered Hanthrough the crowded Ghetto streets. She neh Breineh, with a choking sob as the realized that she no longer could endure hall-man with immobile face deferentithe sordid ugliness of her past, and yet ally swung open the door—'the fat of the she could not go home to her children. | land!”


MARGARET PRESCOTT MONTAGUE Margaret Prescott Montague (1878- ), a native of West Virginia, is gifted to an extraordinary degree in the expression of restrained emotion. What would otherwise degenerate into sentimentality, Miss Montague by the delicacy of her art informs with a natural pathos that appeals to healthy emotions.

“England to America,” which ic. 1919 appeared in the Atlantic Monthly, is a choice bit of that great body of literature inspired by the World War. In it are real people suffering real martyrdom, and filled with a pride in the Anglo-Saxon race which never becomes empty patriotism. A sure craftsmanship is discernible in the deft foreshadowing of the revelation which furnishes the climax of the story. I

tleman's manners to be trusted in Eng

land without leading-strings? “LORD, but English people are funny!"

He had been at the Front for several This was the perplexed mental ejacula- months with the Royal Flying Corps, tion that young Lieutenant Skipworth and when his leave came, his Flight ComCary, of Virginia, found his thoughts con

mander, Captain Cheviot Sherwood, disstantly reiterating during his stay in Dev

covering that he meant to spend it in onshire. Had he been, he wondered, a

England, where he hardly knew a soul, confiding fool, to accept so trustingly had said his people down in Devonshire Chev Sherwood's suggestion that he spend would be jolly glad to have him stop with a part of his leave, at least, at Bishops- them; and Skipworth Cary, knowing that, thorpe, where Chev's people lived? But

if the circumstances had been reversed, why should he have anticipated any dif

his people down in Virginia would inficulty here, in this very corner of Eng

deed have been jolly glad to entertain land which had bred his own ancestors,

Captain Sherwood, had accepted unhesiwhen he had always hit it off so splen- tatingly. The invitation had been secdidly with his English comrades at the Front? Here, however, though they Chev's mother, and after a few days

onded by a letter from Lady Sherwood,

were all awfully kind, at least, he was

sight-seeing in Londonhe had come sure they meant to be kind, --something to Bishopsthorpe, very eager to know his was always bringing him up short: some

friend's family, feeling as he did about thing that he could not lay hold of, but

Chev himself. “He's the finest man that which made him feel like a blind man

ever went up in the air," he had written groping in a strange place, or worse, like

home; and to his own family's disgust, a bull in a china-shop. He was pre

his letters had been far more full of Chey pared enough to find differences in the

Sherwood than they had been of SkipAmerican and English points of view.

worth Cary. But this thing that baffled him did not

And now here he was, and he almost seem to have to do with that; it was

wished himself away-wished almost that something deeper, something very definite,

he was back again at the Front, carrying he was sure and yet, what was it? The

on under Chev. There, at least, you worst of it was that he had a curious feeling as if they were all—that is, Lady job might be hard enough, but it wasn't

knew what you were up against. The Sherwood and Gerald; not Sir Charles

baffling and queer, with hidden underso much-protecting him from himself

currents that you couldn't chart. It keeping him from making breaks, as he

seemed to him that this baffling feeling phrased it. That hurt and annoyed him,

of constraint had rushed to meet him on and piqued his vanity. Was he a social

the very threshold of the drawing-room, blunderer, and weren't a Virginia gen- when he made his first appearance. Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.

As he entered, he had a sudden sensa

tion that they had been awaiting him in a eagerly, in his pleasant, muffled Southern strained expectancy, and that, as he ap- voice, grasping the hand the other peared, they adjusted unseen masks and stretched out, and looking with deep rebegan to play-act at something. “But spect at the scarred face and sightless English people don't play-act very well,” eyes. he commented to himself, reviewing the Gerald laughed a little, but it was a scene afterward.

pleasant laugh, and his hand-clasp was Lady Sherwood had come forward and friendly. greeted him in a manner which would “That's real American, isn't it?" he have been pleasant enough, if he had not, said. "I ought to have remembered and with quick sensitiveness, felt it to be said it first. Sorry." forced. But perhaps that was English Skipworth laughed, too. "Well,” he stiffness.

conceded, "we generally are glad to meet Then she had turned to her husband, people in my country, and we don't care who was standing staring into the fire- who says it first. But,” he added, “I place, although, as it was June, there was didn't think I'd have the luck to find you no fire there to stare at.

here." “Charles,” she said, "here is Lieuten- He remembered that Chev had regretant Cary”; and her voice had a certain ted that he probably wouldn't see Gerald, note in it which at home Cary and his as the latter was at St. Dunstan's, where sister Nancy were in the habit of des- they were re-educating the blinded solignating "mother-making-dad-mind-his-diers. manners.”

The other hesitated a moment, and then At her words the old man and Cary said rather awkwardly, "Oh, I'm just was startled to see how old and broken home for a little while; I only got here he was turned round and held out his this morning, in fact." hand. "How d'you do?" he said jerkily, Skipworth noted the hesitation. Did “how d'you do?" and then turned abrupt- the old people get panicky at the thought ly back again to the fireplace.

of entertaining a wild man from Vir"Hello! What's up! The old boy ginia, and send an SOS for Gerald, he doesn't like me!" was Cary's quick, start- wondered. led comment to himself.

"We are so glad you could come to us," He was so surprised by the look the Lady Sherwood said rather hastily just other bent upon him that he involuntarily then. And again he could not fail to glanced across to a long mirror to see if note that she was prompting her husthere was anything wrong with his uni- band. form. But no, that appeared to be all The latter reluctantly turned round, right. It was himself, then-or his and said, “Yes, yes, quite so. Welcome country; perhaps the old sport didn't to Bishopsthorpe, my boy," as if his wife fall for Americans.

had pulled a string, and he responded me"And here is Gerald,” Lady Sherwood chanically, without quite knowing what went on in her low remote voice, which he said. Then, as his eyes rested a mosomehow made the Virginian feel very ment on his guest, he looked as if he

would like to bolt out of the room. He It was with genuine pleasure, though controlled himself, however, and, jerking with some surprise, that he turned to round again to the fireplace, went on greet Gerald Sherwood, Chev's younger murmuring, “Yes, yes, yes,” vaguelybrother, who had been tradition in the just like the dormouse at the Mad Teacorps said, as gallant and daring a flyer as Party, who went to sleep, saying, “TwinChev himself, until he got his in the face kle, twinkle, twinkle," Cary could not five months ago.

help thinking to himself. "I'm mighty glad to meet you," he said But after all, it wasn't really funny,

far away.

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