stories of a western town-第5节
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make him feel awful bad！〃 She told of his homesick wanderings about the shops by night； 〃but he was better as a watchman； he wouldn't hurt it for the world！ He telled me how you was hide his dinner…pail onct for a joke； and put in a piece of your pie； and how you climbed on the roof with the hose when it was afire。 And he telled me if he shall die I shall tell you that he ain't got no hard feelings； but you didn't know how that mantel had ought to be； so he done it righd the other way； but he hadn't no righd to talk to you like he done； nohow； and you was all righd to send him away； but you might a shaked hands； and none of the boys never said nothing nor none of them never come to see him； 'cept Carl Olsen； and that make him feel awful bad； too！ And when he feels so bad he don't no more want to live； so I make him promise if I git him back he never try to kill himself again。 Oh； Mr。 Lossing； please don't let my man die！〃 Bewildered and more touched than he cared to feel； himself； Lossing still made a feeble stand for discipline。 〃I don't see how Lieders can expect me to take him back again；〃 he began。 〃He aint expecting you； Mr。 Lossing； it's ME！〃 〃But didn't Lieders tell you I told him I would never take him back？〃 〃No； sir； no； Mr。 Lossing； it was not that； it was you said it would be a cold day that you would take him back； and it was git so cold yesterday； so I think； 'Now it would be a cold day to…morrow and Mr。 Lossing he can take Kurt back。' And it IS the most coldest day this year！〃 Lossing burst into a laugh； perhaps he was glad to have the Western sense of humor come to the rescue of his compassion。 〃Well； it was a cold day for you to come all this way for nothing；〃 said he。 〃You go home and tell Lieders to report to…morrow。〃 Kurt's manner of receiving the news was characteristic。 He snorted in disgust： 〃Well； I did think he had more sand than to give in to a woman！〃 But after he heard the whole story he chuckled： 〃Yes； it was that way he said； and he must do like he said； but that was a funny way you done； Thekla。 Say； mamma； yesterday； was you look out for the cat or to find how cold it been？〃 〃Never you mind； papa；〃 said Thekla； 〃you remember what you promised if I git you back？〃 Lieders's eyes grew dull； he flung his arms out； with a long sigh。 〃No； I don't forget； I will keep my promise； butit is like the handcuffs； Thekla； it is like the handcuffs！〃 In a second； however； he added； in a changed tone； 〃But thou art a kind jailer； mamma； more like a comrade。 And no； it was not fair to theeI know that now； Thekla。〃
THE FACE OF FAILURE AFTER the week's shower the low Iowa hills looked vividly green。 At the base of the first range of hills the Blackhawk road winds from the city to the prairie。 From its starting…point； just outside the city limits； the wayfarer may catch bird's…eye glimpses of the city； the vast river that the Iowans love； and the three bridges tying three towns to the island arsenal。 But at one's elbow spreads Cavendish's melon farm。 Cavendish's melon farm it still is； in current phrase； although Cavendish； whose memory is honored by lovers of the cantaloupe melon； long ago departed to raise melons for larger markets； and still a weather…beaten sign creaks from a post announcing to the world that 〃the celebrated Cavendish Melons are for Sale here！〃 To…day the melon…vines were softly shaded by rain…drops。 A pleasant sight they made； spreading for acres in front of the green…houses where mushrooms and early vegetables strove to outwit the seasons； and before the brown cottage in which Cavendish had begun a successful career。 The black roof…tree of the cottage sagged in the middle； and the weather…boarding was dingy with the streaky dinginess of old paint that has never had enough oil。 The fences； too； were unpainted and rudely patched。 Nevertheless a second glance told one that there were no gaps in them； that the farm machines kept their bright colors well under cover； and that the garden rows were beautifully straight and clean。 An old white horse switched its sleek sides with its long tail and drooped its untrammelled neck in front of the gate。 The wagon to which it was harnessed was new and had just been washed。 Near the gate stood a girl and boy who seemed to be mutually studying each other's person。 Decidedly the girl's slim； light figure in its dainty frock repaid one's eyes for their trouble； and her face； with its brilliant violet eyes； its full； soft chin； its curling auburn hair and delicate tints； was charming； but her brother's look was anything but approving。 His lip curled and his small gray eyes grew smaller under his scowling brows。 〃Is THAT your best suit？〃 said the girl。 〃Yes； it is； and it's GOING to be for one while；〃 said the boy。 It was a suit of the cotton mixture that looks like wool when it is new； and cuts a figure on the counters of every dealer in cheap ready…made clothing。 It had been Tim Powell's best attire for a year； perhaps he had not been careful enough of it； and that was why it no longer cared even to imitate wool； it was faded to the hue of a clay bank； it was threadbare； the trousers bagged at the knees； the jacket bagged at the elbows； the pockets bulged flabbily from sheer force of habit； although there was nothing in them。 〃I thought you were to have a new suit；〃 said the girl。 〃Uncle told me himself he was going to buy you one yesterday when you went to town。〃 〃I wouldn't have asked him to buy me anything yesterday for more'n a suit of clothes。〃 〃Why？〃 The girl opened her eyes。 〃Didn't he do anything with the lawyer？ Is that why you are both so glum this morning？〃 〃No； he didn't。 The lawyer says the woman that owns the mortgage has got to have the money。 And it's due next week。〃 The girl grew pale all over her pretty rosy cheeks； her eyes filled with tears as she gasped； 〃Oh； how hateful of her； when she promised 〃 〃She never promised nothing； Eve； it ain't been hers for more than three months。 Sloan； that used to have it； died； and left his property to be divided up between his nieces； and the mortgage is her share。 See？〃 〃I don't care； it's just as mean。 Mr。 Sloan promised。〃 〃No； he didn't； he jest said if Uncle was behind he wouldn't press him； and he did let Uncle get behind with the interest two times and never kicked。 But he died； and now the woman； she wants her money！〃 〃I think it is mean and cruel of her to turn us out！ Uncle says mortgages are wicked anyhow； and I believe him！〃 〃I guess he couldn't have bought this place if he didn't give a mortgage on it。 And he'd have had enough to pay cash； too； if Richards hadn't begged him so to lend it to him。〃 〃When is Richards going to pay him？〃 〃It come due three months ago； Richards ain't never paid up the interest even； and now he says he's got to have the mortgage extended for three years； anyhow for two。〃 〃But don't he KNOW we've got to pay our own mortgage？ How can we help HIM？ I wish Uncle would sell him out！〃 The boy gave her the superior smile of the masculine creature。 〃I suppose；〃 he remarked with elaborate irony； 〃that he's like Uncle and you； he thinks mortgages are wicked。〃 〃And just as like as not Uncle won't want to go to the carnival；〃 Eve went on； her eyes filling again。 Tim gazed at her； scowling and sneering； but she was absorbed in dreams and hopes with which as yet his boyish mind had no point of contact。 〃All the girls in the A class were going to go to see the fireworks together； and George Dean and some of the boys were going to take us； and we were going to have tea at May Arlington's house； and I was to stay all night；〃this came in a half sob。 〃I think it is just too mean！ I never have any good times！〃 〃Oh； yes； you do； sis； lots！ Uncle always gits you everything you want。 And he feels terrible bad when Iwhen he knows he can't afford to git something you want 〃 〃I know well enough who tells him we can't afford things！〃 〃Well； do you want us to git things we can't afford？ I ain't never advised him except the best I knew how。 I told him Richards was a blow…hard； and I told him those Alliance grocery folks he bought such a lot of truck of would skin him； and they did； those canned things they sold him was all musty； and they said there wasn't any freight on 'em； and he had to pay freight and a fancy price besides； and I don't believe they had any more to do with the Alliance than our cow！〃 〃Uncle always believes everything。 He always is so sure things are going to turn out just splendid； and they don'tonly just middling； and then he loses a lot of money。〃 〃But he is an awful good man；〃 said the boy； musingly。 〃I don't believe in being so good you can't make money。 I don't want always to be poor and despised； and have the other girls have prettier clothes than me！〃 〃I guess you can be pretty good and yet make money； if you are sharp enough。 Of course you got to be sharper to be good and make money than you got to be； to be mean and make money。〃 〃Well； I know one thing； that Uncle ain't EVER going to make money。 He 〃 The last word shrivelled on her lips； which puckered into a confused smile at the warning frown of her brother。 The man that they were discussing had come round to them past the henhouse。 How much had he overheard？ He didn't seem angry； anyhow。 He called：
