Rudyard Kipling : The Complete Novels and Stories. Редьярд Джозеф Киплинг

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      ‘I’ve never seen it,’ said the son indignantly.

      ‘You will, though, Harve. You will—just as soon as you’re through college. Don’t I know it? Don’t I know the look on men’s faces when they think me a—a “mucker,” as they call it out here? I can break them to little pieces—yes—but I can’t get back at ’em to hurt ’em where they live. I don’t say they’re ’way ’way up, but I feel I’m ’way, ’way ’way off, somehow. Now you’ve got your chance. You’ve got to soak up all the learning that’s around, and you’ll live with a crowd that are doing the same thing. They’ll be doing it for a few thousand dollars a year at most; but remember you’ll be doing it for millions. You’ll learn law enough to look after your own property when I’m out o’ the light, and you’ll have to be solid with the best men in the market (they are useful later); and above all, you’ll have to stow away the plain, common, sit-down-with-your chin-on-your-elbows book-learning. Nothing pays like that, Harve, and it’s bound to pay more and more each year in our country—in business and in politics. You’ll see.’

      ‘There’s no sugar my end of the deal,’ said Harvey. ‘Four years at college! Wish I’d chosen the valet and the yacht!’

      ‘Never mind, my son,’ Cheyne insisted. ‘You’re investing your capital where it’ll bring in the best returns; and I guess you won’t find our property shrunk any when you’re ready to take hold. Think it over, and let me know in the morning. Hurry! We’ll be late for supper!’

      As this was a business talk, there was no need for Harvey to tell his mother about it; and Cheyne naturally took the same point of view. But Mrs. Cheyne saw and feared, and was a little jealous. Her boy, who rode rough-shod over her, was gone, and in his stead reigned a keen-faced youth, abnormally silent, who addressed most of his conversation to his father. She understood it was business, and therefore a matter beyond her premises. If she had any doubts, they were resolved when Cheyne went to Boston and brought back a new diamond marquise ring.

      ‘What have you two men been doing now?’ she said, with a weak little smile, as she turned it in the light.

      ‘Talking—just talking, mamma; there’s nothing mean about Harvey.’

      There was not. The boy had made a treaty on his own account. Railroads, he explained gravely, interested him as little as lumber, real estate, or mining. What his soul yearned after was control of his father’s newly-purchased sailing-ships. If that could be promised him within what he conceived to be a reasonable time, he, for his part, guaranteed diligence and sobriety at college for four or five years. In vacation he was to be allowed full access to all details connected with the line—he had asked not more than two thousand questions about it,—from his father’s most private papers in the safe to the tug in San Francisco harbour.

      ‘It’s a deal,’ said Cheyne at the last. ‘You’ll alter your mind twenty times before you leave college, o’ course; but if you take hold of it in proper shape, and if you don’t tie it up before you’re twenty-three, I’ll make the thing over to you. How’s that, Harve?’

      ‘Nope; never pays to split up a going concern. There’s too much competition in the world anyway, and Disko says “blood-kin hev to stick together.” His crowd never go back on him. That’s one reason, he says, why they make such big fares. Say, the We’re Here goes off to the Georges on Monday. They don’t stay long ashore, do they?’

      ‘Well, we ought to be going too, I guess. I’ve left my business hung up at loose ends between two oceans, and it’s time to connect again. I just hate to do it, though; haven’t had a holiday like this for twenty years.’

      ‘We can’t go without seeing Disko off,’ said Harvey; ‘and Monday’s Memorial Day. Let’s stay over that, anyway.’

      ‘What is this memorial business? They were talking about it at the boarding-house,’ said Cheyne weakly. He, too, was not anxious to spoil the golden days.

      ‘Well, as far as I can make out, this business is a sort of song-and-dance act, whacked up for the summer boarders. Disko don’t think much of it, he says, because they take up a collection for the widows and orphans. Disko’s independent. Haven’t you noticed that?’

      ‘Well—yes. A little. In spots. Is it a town show, then?’

      ‘The summer convention is. They read out the names of the fellows drowned or gone astray since last time, and they make speeches, and recite, and all. Then, Disko says, the secretaries of the Aid Societies go into the back yard and fight over the catch. The real show, he says, is in the spring. The ministers all take a hand then, and there aren’t any summer boarders around.’

      ‘I see,’ said Cheyne, with the brilliant and perfect comprehension of one born into and bred up to city pride. “We’ll [‘We’ll] stay over for Memorial Day, and get off in the afternoon.’

      ‘Guess I’ll go down to Disko’s and make him bring his crowd up before they sail. I’ll have to stand with them, of course.’

      ‘Oh, that’s it, is it,’ said Cheyne. ‘I’m only a poor summer boarder, and you’re——’

      ‘A Banker—full-blooded Banker,’ Harvey called back as he boarded a trolley, and Cheyne went on with his blissful dreams for the future.

      Disko had no use for public functions where appeals were made for charity, but Harvey pleaded that the glory of the day would be lost, so far as he was concerned, if the We’re Heres absented themselves. Then Disko made conditions. He had heard—it was astonishing how all the world knew all the world’s business along the water-front—he had heard that a ‘Philadelphia actress-woman’ was going to take part in the exercises; and he mistrusted that she would deliver ‘Skipper Ireson’s Ride.’ Personally, he had as little use for actresses as for summer boarders; but justice was justice, and though he himself (here Dan giggled) had once slipped up on a matter of judgment, this thing must not be. So Harvey came back to East Gloucester, and spent half a day explaining to an amused actress with a royal reputation on two seaboards the inwardness of the mistake she contemplated; and she admitted that it was justice, even as Disko had said.

      Cheyne knew by old experience what would happen; but anything of the nature of a public palaver was meat and drink to the man’s soul. He saw the trolleys hurrying west, in the hot, hazy morning, full of women in light summer dresses, and white-faced, straw-hatted men fresh from Boston desks; the stack of bicycles outside the post-office; the come-and-go of busy officials, greeting one another; the slow flick and swash of bunting in the heavy air; and the important man with a hose sluicing the brick sidewalk.

      ‘Mother,’ he said suddenly, ‘don’t you remember—after Seattle was burned out—and they got her going again?’

      Mrs. Cheyne nodded, and looked critically down the crooked street. Like her husband, she understood these gatherings, all the West over, and compared them one against another. The fishermen began to mingle with the crowd about the town-hall doors—blue-jowled Portuguese, their women bare-headed or shawled for the most part; clear-eyed Nova Scotians, and men of the Maritime Provinces; French, Italians, Swedes, and Danes, with outside crews of coasting schooners: and everywhere women in black, who saluted one another with a gloomy pride, for this was their day of great days. And there were ministers of many creeds—pastors of great, gilt-edged congregations, at the seaside for a rest, with shepherds of the regular work,—from СКАЧАТЬ