“Mamielé, you know what? Let us run away!”
“You are a fool!” she overruled him, as she tucked the bank book under her jacket. “I have a better plan. But tell me the truth, did you not guess I had money? Now you need not fear to tell me all.”
He swore that he had not even dreamt that she possessed a bank account. How could he? And was it not because he had suspected the existence of such an account that he had come to declare his love to her and not to Fanny, or Beckie, or the “Black Cat”? No, may he be thunderstruck if it was. What does she take him for? On his part she is free to give the money away or throw it into the river. He will become a boss, and take her penniless, for he can not live without her; she is lodged in his heart; she is the only woman he ever cared for.
“Oh, but why did you not tell me all this long ago?” With which, speaking like the complete mistress of the situation that she was, she proceeded to expound a project, which had shaped itself in her lovelorn mind, hypothetically, during the previous few days, when she had been writhing in despair of ever having an occasion to put it into practice. Jake was to take refuge with her married sister in Philadelphia until Gitl was brought to terms. In the meantime some chum of his, nominated by Mamie and acting under her orders, would carry on negotiations. The State divorce, as she had already taken pains to ascertain, would cost fifty dollars; the rabbinical divorce would take five or eight dollars more. Two hundred dollars would be deposited with some Canal Street banker, to be paid to Gitl when the whole procedure was brought to a successful termination. If she can be got to accept less, so much the better; if not, Jake and Mamie will get along, anyhow. When they are married they will open a dancing school.
To all of which Jake kept nodding approval, once or twice interrupting her with a demonstration of enthusiasm. As to the fate of his boy, Mamie deliberately circumvented all reference to the subject. Several times Jake was tempted to declare his ardent desire to have the child with them, and that Mamie should like him and be a mother to him; for had she not herself found him a bright and nice fellow? His heart bled at the thought of having to part with Joey. But somehow the courage failed him to touch upon the question. He saw himself helplessly entangled in something foreboding no good. He felt between the devil and the deep sea, as the phrase goes; and unnerved by the whole situation and completely in the shop girl’s power, he was glad to be relieved from all initiative—whether forward or backward—to shut his eyes, as it were, and, leaning upon Mamie’s strong arm, let himself be led by her in whatever direction she chose.
“Do you know, Jake?—now I may as well tell you,” the girl pursued, à propos of the prospective dancing school; “do you know that Joe has been bodering me to marry him? And he did not know I had a cent, either.”
“An you didn’ vanted?” Jake asked, joyfully.
“Sure! I knew all along Jakie was my predestined match,” she replied, drawing his bulky head to her lips. And following the operation by a sound twirl of his ear, she added: “Only he is a great lump of hog, Jakie is. But a heart is a clock: it told me I would have you some day. I could have got lots of suitors—may the two of us have as many thousands of dollars—and business people, too. Do you see what I am doing for you? Do you deserve it, monkey you?”
“Never min’, you shall see what a danshin’ shchool I shta’t. If I don’t take away every shcholar from Jaw, my name won’t be Jake. Won’t he squirm!” he exclaimed, with childish ardour.
“Dot’s all right; but foist min’ dot you don’ go back on me!”