按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
the captain of the whaler who tried to make a sailor say his prayers？' says I。
〃'It occurs to me that I have never been so fortunate；' says the colonel。
〃So I told it to him。 Laugh！ I was wishing to myself that he was a customer。 What a bill of glass I'd sell him！ And then he says：
〃'The relating of anecdotes and humorous occurrences has always seemed to me； Mr。 Pescud； to be a particularly agreeable way of promoting and perpetuating amenities between friends。 With your permission； I will relate to you a fox…hunting story with which I was personally connected； and which may furnish you some amusement。'
So he tells it。 It takes forty minutes by the watch。 Did I laugh？ Well； say！ When I got my face straight he calls in old Pete； the super…annuated darky； and sends him down to the hotel to bring up my valise。 It was Elmcroft for me while I was in the town。
〃Two evenings later I got a chance to speak a word with Miss Jessie alone on the porch while the colonel was thinking up another story。
〃'It's going to be a fine evening；' says I。
〃'He's coming；' says she。 'He's going to tell you； this time； the story about the old negro and the green watermelons。 It always comes after the one about the Yankees and the game rooster。 There was another time；' she goes on； 'that you nearly got leftit was at Pulaski City。'
〃'Yes；' says I； 'I remember。 My foot slipped as I was jumping on the step； and I nearly tumbled off。'
〃'I know；' says she。 'Andand II was afraid you had； John A。 I was afraid you had。'
〃And then she skips into the house through one of the big windows。〃
IV
〃Coketown！〃 droned the porter； making his way through the slowing car。
Pescud gathered his hat and baggage with the leisurely promptness of an old traveller。
〃I married her a year ago；〃 said John。 〃I told you I built a house in the East End。 The beltedI mean the colonelis there； too。 I find him waiting at the gate whenever I get back from a trip to hear any new story I might have picked up on the road。〃
I glanced out of the window。 Coketown was nothing more than a ragged hillside dotted with a score of black dismal huts propped up against dreary mounds of slag and clinkers。 It rained in slanting torrents； too； and the rills foamed and splashed down through the black mud to the railroad…tracks。
〃You won't sell much plate…glass here； John；〃 said I。 〃Why do you get off at this end…o'…the…world？〃
〃Why；〃 said Pescud； 〃the other day I took Jessie for a little trip to Philadelphia； and coming back she thought she saw some petunias in a pot in one of those windows over there just like some she used to raise down in the old Virginia home。 So I thought I'd drop off here for the night； and see if I could dig up some of the cuttings or blossoms for her。 Here we are。 Good…night； old man。 I gave you the address。 Come out and see us when you have time。〃
The train moved forward。 One of the dotted brown ladies insisted on having windows raised； now that the rain beat against them。 The porter came along with his mysterious wand and began to light the car。
I glanced downward and saw the best…seller。 I picked it up and set it carefully farther along on the floor of the car； where the rain…drops would not fall upon it。 And then； suddenly； I smiled； and seemed to see that life has no geographical metes and bounds。
〃Good…luck to you； Trevelyan；〃 I said。 〃And may you get the petunias for your princess！〃
RUS IN URBE
Considering men in relation to money； there are three kinds whom I dislike： men who have more money than they can spend； men who have more money than they do spend； and men who spend more money than they have。 Of the three varieties； I believe I have the least liking for the first。 But； as a man； I liked Spencer Grenville North pretty well； although he had something like two or ten or thirty millions I've forgotten exactly how many。
I did not leave town that summer。 I usually went down to a village on the south shore of Long Island。 The place was surrounded by duck… farms； and the ducks and dogs and whippoorwills and rusty windmills made so much noise that I could sleep as peacefully as if I were in my own flat six doors from the elevated railroad in New York。 But that summer I did not go。 Remember that。 One of my friends asked me why I did not。 I replied：
〃Because； old man； New York is the finest summer resort in the world。〃 You have heard that phrase before。 But that is what I told him。
I was press…agent that year for Binkly & Bing； the theatrical managers and producers。 Of course you know what a press…agent is。 Well； he is not。 That is the secret of being one。
Binkly was touring France in his new C。 & N。 Williamson car； and Bing had gone to Scotland to learn curling； which he seemed to associate in his mind with hot tongs rather than with ice。 Before they left they gave me June and July； on salary； for my vacation； which act was in accord with their large spirit of liberality。 But I remained in New York； which I had decided was the finest summer resort in
But I said that before。
On July the 10th； North came to town from his camp in the Adirondacks。 Try to imagine a camp with sixteen rooms； plumbing； eiderdown quilts； a butler； a garage； solid silver plate； and a long…distance telephone。 Of course it was in the woodsif Mr。 Pinchot wants to preserve the forests let him give every citizen two or ten or thirty million dollars； and the trees will all gather around the summer camps； as the Birnam woods came to Dunsinane； and be preserved。
North came to see me in my three rooms and bath； extra charge for light when used extravagantly or all night。 He slapped me on the back （I would rather have my shins kicked any day）； and greeted me with out…door obstreperousness and revolting good spirits。 He was insolently brown and healthy…looking； and offensively well dressed。
〃Just ran down for a few days；〃 said he； 〃to sign some papers and stuff like that。 My lawyer wired me to come。 Well； you indolent cockney； what are you doing in town？ I took a chance and telephoned； and they said you were here。 What's the matter with that Utopia on Long Island where you used to take your typewriter and your villanous temper every summer？ Anything wrong with theerswans； weren't they； that used to sing on the farms at night？〃
〃Ducks；〃 said I。 〃The songs of swans are for luckier ears。 They swim and curve their necks in artificial lakes on the estates of the wealthy to delight the eyes of the favorites of Fortune。〃
〃Also in Central Park；〃 said North； 〃to delight the eyes of immigrants and bummers。 I've seen em there lots of times。 But why are you in the city so late in the summer？〃
〃New York City；〃 I began to recite； 〃is the finest sum〃
〃No； you don't；〃 said North； emphatically。 〃You don't spring that old one on me。 I know you know better。 Man； you ought to have gone up with us this summer。 The Prestons are there； and Tom Volney and the Monroes and Lulu Stanford and the Miss Kennedy and her aunt that you liked so well。〃
〃I never liked Miss Kennedy's aunt；〃 I sai