“It's a shame an' a disgrace the way some people can afford silk stockings,” she began. “Look at me, a-toilin' and a-stewin' day an' night, and I never get silk stockings—nor shoes, three pairs of them all at one time. But there's a just God in heaven, and there'll be some mighty1 big surprises for some when the end comes and folks get passed out what's comin' to them.”
Tom, smoking his pipe and cuddling his youngest-born on his knees, dropped an eyelid2 surreptitiously on his cheek in token that Sarah was in a tantrum. Saxon devoted3 herself to tying a ribbon in the hair of one of the little girls. Sarah lumbered4 heavily about the kitchen, washing and putting away the breakfast dishes. She straightened her back from the sink with a groan6 and glared at Saxon with fresh hostility7.
“You ain't sayin' anything, eh? An' why don't you? Because I guess you still got some natural shame in you a-runnin' with a prizefighter. Oh, I've heard about your goings-on with Bill Roberts. A nice specimen8 he is. But just you wait till Charley Long gets his hands on him, that's all.”
“Oh, I don't know,” Tom intervened. “Bill Roberts is a pretty good boy from what I hear.”
“Why don't you marry Charley Long? He's crazy for you, and he ain't a drinkin' man.”
“I guess he gets outside his share of beer,” Saxon retorted.
“That's right,” her brother supplemented. “An' I know for a fact that he keeps a keg in the house all the time as well.”
“Maybe I have,” Tom said, wiping his mouth reminiscently with the back of his hand.
“Well, he can afford to keep a keg in the house if he wants to,” she returned to the attack, which now was directed at her husband as well. “He pays his bills, and he certainly makes good money—better than most men, anyway.”
“An' he hasn't a wife an' children to watch out for,” Tom said.
“Nor everlastin' dues to unions that don't do him no good.”
“Oh, yes, he has,” Tom urged genially11. “Blamed little he'd work in that shop, or any other shop in Oakland, if he didn't keep in good standing12 with the Blacksmiths. You don't understand labor13 conditions, Sarah. The unions have got to stick, if the men aren't to starve to death.”
“Oh, of course not,” Sarah sniffed14. “I don't understand anything. I ain't got a mind. I'm a fool, an' you tell me so right before the children.” She turned savagely15 on her eldest16, who startled and shrank away. “Willie, your mother is a fool. Do you get that? Your father says she's a fool—says it right before her face and yourn. She's just a plain fool. Next he'll be sayin' she's crazy an' puttin' her away in the asylum17. An' how will you like that, Willie? How will you like to see your mother in a straitjacket an' a padded cell, shut out from the light of the sun an' beaten like a nigger before the war, Willie, beaten an' clubbed like a regular black nigger? That's the kind of a father you've got, Willie. Think of it, Willie, in a padded cell, the mother that bore you, with the lunatics screechin' an' screamin' all around, an' the quick-lime eatin' into the dead bodies of them that's beaten to death by the cruel wardens—”
She continued tirelessly, painting with pessimistic strokes the growing black future her husband was meditating18 for her, while the boy, fearful of some vague, incomprehensible catastrophe19, began to weep silently, with a pendulous20, trembling underlip. Saxon, for the moment, lost control of herself.
“Oh, for heaven's sake, can't we be together five minutes without quarreling?” she blazed.
Sarah broke off from asylum conjurations and turned upon her sister-in-law.
“Who's quarreling? Can't I open my head without bein' jumped on by the two of you?”
“Seein' you love your sister so much better than your wife, why did you want to marry me, that's borne your children for you, an' slaved for you, an' toiled22 for you, an' worked her fingernails off for you, with no thanks, an 'insultin' me before the children, an' sayin' I'm crazy to their faces. An' what have you ever did for me? That's what I want to know—me, that's cooked for you, an' washed your stinkin' clothes, and fixed23 your socks, an' sat up nights with your brats24 when they was ailin'. Look at that!”
She thrust out a shapeless, swollen25 foot, encased in a monstrous26, untended shoe, the dry, raw leather of which showed white on the edges of bulging27 cracks.
“Look at that! That's what I say. Look at that!” Her voice was persistently28 rising and at the same time growing throaty. “The only shoes I got. Me. Your wife. Ain't you ashamed? Where are my three pairs? Look at that stockin'.”
Speech failed her, and she sat down suddenly on a chair at the table, glaring unutterable malevolence29 and misery30. She arose with the abrupt31 stiffness of an automaton32, poured herself a cup of cold coffee, and in the same jerky way sat down again. As if too hot for her lips, she filled her saucer with the greasy-looking, nondescript fluid, and continued her set glare, her breast rising and falling with staccato, mechanical movement.
“Now, Sarah, be c'am, be c'am,” Tom pleaded anxiously.
In response, slowly, with utmost deliberation, as if the destiny of empires rested on the certitude of her act, she turned the saucer of coffee upside down on the table. She lifted her right hand, slowly, hugely, and in the same slow, huge way landed the open palm with a sounding slap on Tom's astounded33 cheek. Immediately thereafter she raised her voice in the shrill34, hoarse35, monotonous36 madness of hysteria, sat down on the floor, and rocked back and forth37 in the throes of an abysmal38 grief.
Willie's silent weeping turned to noise, and the two little girls, with the fresh ribbons in their hair, joined him. Tom's face was drawn39 and white, though the smitten40 cheek still blazed, and Saxon wanted to put her arms comfortingly around him, yet dared not. He bent41 over his wife.
“Sarah, you ain't feelin' well. Let me put you to bed, and I'll finish tidying up.”
“Don't touch me!—don't touch me!” she screamed, jerking violently away from him.
“Take the children out in the yard, Tom, for a walk, anything—get them away,” Saxon said. She was sick, and white, and trembling. “Go, Tom, please, please. There's your hat. I'll take care of her. I know just how.”
Left to herself, Saxon worked with frantic42 haste, assuming the calm she did not possess, but which she must impart to the screaming bedlamite upon the floor. The light frame house leaked the noise hideously43, and Saxon knew that the houses on either side were hearing, and the street itself and the houses across the street. Her fear was that Billy should arrive in the midst of it. Further, she was incensed44, violated. Every fiber45 rebelled, almost in a nausea46; yet she maintained cool control and stroked Sarah's forehead and hair with slow, soothing47 movements. Soon, with one arm around her, she managed to win the first diminution48 in the strident, atrocious, unceasing scream. A few minutes later, sobbing49 heavily, the elder woman lay in bed, across her forehead and eyes a wet-pack of towel for easement of the headache she and Saxon tacitly accepted as substitute for the brain-storm.
When a clatter50 of hoofs51 came down the street and stopped, Saxon was able to slip to the front door and wave her hand to Billy. In the kitchen she found Tom waiting in sad anxiousness.
“It's all right,” she said. “Billy Roberts has come, and I've got to go. You go in and sit beside her for a while, and maybe she'll go to sleep. But don't rush her. Let her have her own way. If she'll let you take her hand, why do it. Try it, anyway. But first of all, as an opener and just as a matter of course, start wetting the towel over her eyes.”
He was a kindly52, easy-going man; but, after the way of a large percentage of the Western stock, he was undemonstrative. He nodded, turned toward the door to obey, and paused irresolutely53. The look he gave back to Saxon was almost dog-like in gratitude55 and all-brotherly in love. She felt it, and in spirit leapt toward it.
“It's all right—everything's all right,” she cried hastily.
Tom shook his head.
“No, it ain't. It's a shame, a blamed shame, that's what it is.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Oh, I don't care for myself. But it's for you. You got your life before you yet, little kid sister. You'll get old, and all that means, fast enough. But it's a bad start for a day off. The thing for you to do is to forget all this, and skin out with your fellow, an' have a good time.” In the open door, his hand on the knob to close it after him, he halted a second time. A spasm56 contracted his brow. “Hell! Think of it! Sarah and I used to go buggy-riding once on a time. And I guess she had her three pairs of shoes, too. Can you beat it?”
In her bedroom Saxon completed her dressing57, for an instant stepping upon a chair so as to glimpse critically in the small wall-mirror the hang of her ready-made linen58 skirt. This, and the jacket, she had altered to fit, and she had double-stitched the seams to achieve the coveted59 tailored effect. Still on the chair, all in the moment of quick clear-seeing, she drew the skirt tightly back and raised it. The sight was good to her, nor did she under-appraise the lines of the slender ankle above the low tan tie nor did she under-appraise the delicate yet mature swell60 of calf61 outlined in the fresh brown of a new cotton stocking. Down from the chair, she pinned on a firm sailor hat of white straw with a brown ribbon around the crown that matched her ribbon belt. She rubbed her cheeks quickly and fiercely to bring back the color Sarah had driven out of them, and delayed a moment longer to put on her tan lisle-thread gloves. Once, in the fashion-page of a Sunday supplement, she had read that no lady ever put on her gloves after she left the door.
With a resolute54 self-grip, as she crossed the parlor62 and passed the door to Sarah's bedroom, through the thin wood of which came elephantine moanings and low slubberings, she steeled herself to keep the color in her cheeks and the brightness in her eyes. And so well did she succeed that Billy never dreamed that the radiant, live young thing, tripping lightly down the steps to him, had just come from a bout5 with soul-sickening hysteria and madness.
To her, in the bright sun, Billy's blondness was startling. His cheeks, smooth as a girl's, were touched with color. The blue eyes seemed more cloudily blue than usual, and the crisp, sandy hair hinted more than ever of the pale straw-gold that was not there. Never had she seen him quite so royally young. As he smiled to greet her, with a slow white flash of teeth from between red lips, she caught again the promise of easement and rest. Fresh from the shattering chaos63 of her sister-in-law's mind, Billy's tremendous calm was especially satisfying, and Saxon mentally laughed to scorn the terrible temper he had charged to himself.
She had been buggy-riding before, but always behind one horse, jaded64, and livery, in a top-buggy, heavy and dingy65, such as livery stables rent because of sturdy unbreakableness. But here stood two horses, head-tossing and restless, shouting in every high-light glint of their satin, golden-sorrel coats that they had never been rented out in all their glorious young lives. Between them was a pole inconceivably slender, on them were harnesses preposterously66 string-like and fragile. And Billy belonged here, by elemental right, a part of them and of it, a master-part and a component67, along with the spidery-delicate, narrow-boxed, wide- and yellow-wheeled, rubber-tired rig, efficient and capable, as different as he was different from the other man who had taken her out behind stolid68, lumbering69 horses. He held the reins70 in one hand, yet, with low, steady voice, confident and assuring, held the nervous young animals more by the will and the spirit of him.
It was no time for lingering. With the quick glance and fore-knowledge of a woman, Saxon saw, not merely the curious children clustering about, but the peering of adult faces from open doors and windows, and past window-shades lifted up or held aside. With his free hand, Billy drew back the linen robe and helped her to a place beside him. The high-backed, luxuriously71 upholstered seat of brown leather gave her a sense of great comfort; yet even greater, it seemed to her, was the nearness and comfort of the man himself and of his body.
“How d'ye like 'em?” he asked, changing the reins to both hands and chirruping the horses, which went out with a jerk in an immediacy of action that was new to her. “They're the boss's, you know. Couldn't rent animals like them. He lets me take them out for exercise sometimes. If they ain't exercised regular they're a handful.—Look at King, there, prancin'. Some style, eh? Some style! The other one's the real goods, though. Prince is his name. Got to have some bit on him to hold'm.—Ah! Would you?—Did you see'm, Saxon? Some horse! Some horse!”
From behind came the admiring cheer of the neighborhood children, and Saxon, with a sigh of content, knew that the happy day had at last begun.
野性的呼唤 The Call of the Wild
The Iron Heel 铁蹄
野性的呼唤 The Call of the Wild
The Iron Heel 铁蹄
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savagely
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eldest
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asylum
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catastrophe
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pendulous
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monstrous
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fiber
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nausea
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gratitude
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