Altera%III (wish Periodical eater CLIFTON AMU& - CINCINNATI 20, OHIO PAGE ELEVEN THE DETROIT JEWISH CHRONICLE Shabbas Ala Mode A STORY By E. C. Ehrlich Suddenly Rose nlecid( (I she was sick of it all. She leaned hack in her chair and looked about her with poorly- concealed distrust. It was rather early for (limier in Greenwich Village; but the attics restaurant, named, no one t•Vcr knew why, the "Tavern of the kVillow Tree." was sufficiently patronized to delight any visitor hun- •ry for a glimpse of Bohemia. The yellow walls sketched over by artists more or less known to fame were dirty and smoke-streaked: the Nile green curtains at the dirty win- dows cried out for a visit to the latm- sky; cigarette papers littered the floor. Once Rose had thrilled to the seem- ing quaintness of it all; now she won- dered peevishly why kladame Ida, the proprietor, (at, bob-haired and wear- ing a scarlet frock, didn't stop dis- cussing Freudian thesis stories and Russian literature once in a while long enough to give the place a thor- ough cleaning. A girl at the next table, her short hair showing artificially golden be- neath her green tam, began her third cigarette. Now and then she stopped pulling long enough to discuss Mar- tie's model who, after much skating on thin ice, had behaved too out- rageously even for Village standards. "1 never said anything about her be- fore," said the lady in the green tam, "'cause I believe in us women stick- ing together, but, if there has to lie such carryings on, I'll read 'cut in the newspaper. NYhy, Max told rte some of her \triage haunts, but there were tiny white-tiled places where the food was appetizing, the service above reproach . She began to wonder whether she hadn't forgotten just how repugnant certain phases of her home life had scented to her before her emancipation. But her father. She knew he would come in from Schtil any moment now, dressed in his Sabbath be.t, the king of which Heine wrote, returning to his little kingdom. Out in the world she had learned to know his value. his iodesty, his intellectual honesty. Here at least she would not be disap- pointed. Yet, as the evening meal went on, she felt strangely chilled. Ile was courteous enough in his old-fashioned, old-world courtliness, but she felt a certain constarint under his kindness. She realized now that he had never forgiven her for seeking after .t range. gods, following Maelle, and customs which could never be his. He did not reproach her, yet she felt that lie looked upon her as a stranger. "Rose brought us the tlowers," vol- unteered eight-year-old Emanuel, his mouth full of fish. Her father gave her one quick, keen look. "I am sorry you bought them on Shabbas," he said, but gently. Rose flushed. "I rode here, so why shmildn't I buy mamma a few flow- ers"' she defended herself. "I ant saying nothing—only other times, other cti•toms" he quoted. "I don't see why we have to be back numbers just because we're Jews," muttered Harry, the twelve-year-old brother. "That will do!" His father's face darkened. "While my children live in my house they will respect their relig- ion." Rose shivered with disgust. The same old wrangling, pertness and dis- respect on one hand; on the other the failure to realize that growing youth will not be stifled. She felt that she could never breathe freely in the at- mosphere she had long ago outgrown. She had planned to stay the week- end. Conning up in the subway it had been pleasant to think of falling to sleep in the little bedroom she had occupied with Mary a few short years before. She had seen herself standing before the battered little dresser try- ing on her graduation dress ... steal- ing into bed after her first dance, too happy and excited to sleep. But when the clock struck ten she rose and put on her hat. Ifer' mother asked her to stay the night, murmuring her usual apology that she was short of sheets because she hadn't finished the weekly ironing. Of course, if Rose didn't ask her to change the bed and wouldn't make a fuss like she used to if there wasn't any fruit for breakfast. But Mary looked distinctly relieved. She didn't care to have her older sister going over her dresser drawers, reproaching her for her lip stick and pencil. If she goes off and lives by herself and does what she pleases, why can't I do as I please, too? thought poor Mary, chaffing more than usual under the restraints of a Sabbath evening at home. Nor could she understand Rose's little satiric smile when she kissed her good night. "Her makeup's a fright," sighed the elder sister. "And I get disgusted with the Village girls because some of them are artificial and affected!" It was not very late when Rose reached her quiet, clean little MOM. She felt too restless to go to bed; even a hook irked her. Of course, it was Shabbas but she had grown ton far from her father's influence to let that make any difference. Iluntming happily, she uncovered her machine and a moment later forgot the eve - ing's disappointment. Coming hack in the subway, she had worked out the skeleton of a story which ought to go big; she fairly itched to see it grow upon a paper. When dawn broke Rose smoothed out the last of the typed sheets and began to prepare for bed, tired but happy. Yes, very happy, for she was back home again—and meant to stay there. Fortunately. Max's spicy disclosures were drowned by the wailing of a ukele, strung by a weak-chimed youth over in the corner. He began to sing to his own strumming a love song that Rose, who knew but little French, sensed was highly objection- able. She had liked him well enough three months before when she had conic to the village, a little drunk with her new freedom and her joy in her work, a humble position on a great magazine. Feeling herself at last one of the elect, it had been easy to listen respectfully when the youth of the weak chin had spoken lightly of the hook of verses he had on the press, the group of Japanese love songs which he intended to finish shortly, "words and music." Later Rose had read the verses, published at the au- thor's expense, and found them dis- Was gustingly commonplace; she enough of a musician to realize the worthlessness of his songs . . . This evening he seemed to her a type of so many of the feeble moths of Bohemia; artists who scorn commercial draw- ing, but who will never know the gal- leries, would-be singers destined to anything but head-line places on the small circuit. Rose, with the instincts of a real workman, hated these fail- ures for the pretentiousness, their fu- tility. Iler eyes wandered wearily over an ornate Russian brass candelabra, the cheap wax candles dripping upon the cloth beneath. Her face changed, she drew in her breath sharply. Candles! And it was Friday night—Shabbas. The thought of Shabbas stole like the Sabbath Angel into her heart. She glanced at her wrist watch and rose hastily. Daylight saving caused the Sabbath Bride to come very late on these long spring twilights. She paid for her meal with an abstract look in her eyes, a strange smile playing about her mouth. She would surprise them all, she told herself as she hurried to the sub- way. Although her family lived in Harlem, Rose, in her Greenwich N'il- Lige studio, as she liked to call her room which served for bed chamber, workshop and drawing room, was as far from her people as though they lived in another city. There had been no quarrel between them. The fam- ily had been large, the than small. There had been no comfort for Rose, who detested her mother's unsystem- atic housekeeping, no privacy or quiet when she longed to be alone with her typewriter. It was not the type of hoine to which she cared to invite her college friends. For many rea- son, as soon as her salary permitted the luxury, she eagerly welcomed lodgings of tier own in more con- genial surroundings. I3ut tonight a great homesickness overcame her. Through sudden tears she saw the stuffy dining room again, her father at the head of the table, his white head crowned with his skull cap, her mother's face smiling across the Sabbath candles, the children grouped between. Flow foolish she had been, thought Rose, swaying from a subway strap, to think that she could cut herself from her people. She would go home every Shabbas, she decided; perhaps, in the spring they would move into a large apart- ment and she would have a room of her own. Yes, she wanted to be at home again; that was where she be- longed, for she was only an alien in Bolietnia. The little dining room seemed stuffier than ever, the fumes of fish, lately fried, more overpowering as they poured in front the kitchen. Rose remembered with a shrug that she could never persuade tier mother to close the door between. And, of course, she wore one of her eternal gingham wrappers. It was spotless in honor of the Sabbath Bride, but the girl, with her old-time resentment, wondered why her mother persistently refused to wear a corset and trim housedress. And the children—just as unkempt as ever, as loud of voice and boisterous of manner. Many, the high school sister, a beauty with gypsy-like coloring, wore entirely too much jew- elry for a school girl, and her middy Was far from presentable. Surely, she was old enough to tale a proper pride in herself, thought Rose angrily. . . . A wail from the baby, two- year-old `Maury, broke in upon her thoughts. He was even more spoiled than she remembered him. Just now he had sought to amuse himself by climbing upon the table and disar- ranging the clothing. It was already crumbled front his dirty hands. Rose thought of eating from such a cloth night after night and shuddered. She had grown tired of the messiness of HUNGARIAN OLD RESI- DENCE CLAUSE DE- CREES JEWS ALIENS BUDAPEST—The Christian Na- tional Party is now carrying on anti- Jewish propaganda in the Hungarian provinces, which if successful, may make the Jews of Hungary aliens in the land of their birth. 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