On one particular occasion they were below a group of houses which crept near the lake on high ground. The moon was up, its wooing rays reflected in the polished surfaces of the ice. Through the black masses of trees that lined the shore could be seen the glow of windows, yellow and homey. Eugene and Stella had slowed up to turn about, having left the crowd of skaters some distance back. Stella's golden curls were covered, except for a few ringlets, with a French cap; her body, to below the hips2, encased in a white wool Jersey3, close-fitting and shapely. The skirt below was a grey mixture of thick wool and the stockings were covered by white woolen4 leggings. She looked tempting5 and knew it.
Suddenly, as they turned, one of her skates came loose and she hobbled and exclaimed about it. "Wait," said Eugene, "I'll fix it."
She stood before him and he fell to his knees, undoing6 the twisted strap7. When he had the skate off and ready for her foot he looked up, and she looked down on him, smiling. He dropped the skate and flung his arms around her hips, laying his head against her waist.
"You're a bad boy," she said.
For a few minutes she kept silent, for as the center of this lovely scene she was divine. While he held her she pulled off his wool cap and laid her hand on his hair. It almost brought tears to his eyes, he was so happy. At the same time it awakened8 a tremendous passion. He clutched her significantly.
"Fix my skate, now," she said wisely.
He got up to hug her but she would not let him.
"No, no," she protested. "You mustn't do like that. I won't come with you if you do."
"Oh, Stella!" he pleaded.
"I mean it," she insisted. "You mustn't do like that."
He subsided9, hurt, half angry. But he feared her will. She was really not as ready for caresses10 as he had thought.
Another time a sleighing party was given by some school girls, and Stella, Eugene and Myrtle were invited. It was a night of snow and stars, not too cold but bracing11. A great box-wagon had been dismantled12 of its body and the latter put on runners and filled with straw and warm robes. Eugene and Myrtle, like the others, had been picked up at their door after the sleigh had gone the rounds of some ten peaceful little homes. Stella was not in yet, but in a little while her house was reached.
"Get in here," called Myrtle, though she was half the length of the box away from Eugene. Her request made him angry. "Sit by me," he called, fearful that she would not. She climbed in by Myrtle but finding the space not to her liking13 moved farther down. Eugene made a special effort to have room by him, and she came there as though by accident. He drew a buffalo14 robe around her and thrilled to think that she was really there. The sleigh went jingling15 around the town for others, and finally struck out into the country. It passed great patches of dark woods silent in the snow, little white frame farmhouses16 snuggled close to the ground, and with windows that gleamed in a vague romantic way. The stars were countless17 and keen. The whole scene made a tremendous impression on him, for he was in love, and here beside him, in the shadow, her face palely outlined, was this girl. He could make out the sweetness of her cheek, her eyes, the softness of her hair.
There was a good deal of chatter18 and singing, and in the midst of these distractions19 he managed to slip an arm about her waist, to get her hand in his, to look close into her eyes, trying to divine their expression. She was always coy with him, not wholly yielding. Three or four times he kissed her cheek furtively20 and once her mouth. In a dark place he pulled her vigorously to him, putting a long, sensuous21 kiss on her lips that frightened her.
He ceased for a time, feeling that he had pressed his advantage too closely. But the night in all its beauty, and she in hers made a lasting23 impression.
"I think we ought to get Eugene into newspaper work or something like that," Witla senior suggested to his wife.
"It looks as though that's all he would be good for, at least now," replied Mrs. Witla, who was satisfied that her boy had not yet found himself. "I think he'll do something better later on. His health isn't very good, you know."
Witla half suspected that his boy was naturally lazy, but he wasn't sure. He suggested that Benjamin C. Burgess, the prospective24 father-in-law of Sylvia and the editor and proprietor25 of the Morning Appeal, might give him a place as a reporter or type-setter in order that he might learn the business from the ground up. The Appeal carried few employees, but Mr. Burgess might have no objections to starting Eugene as a reporter if he could write, or as a student of type-setting, or both. He appealed to Burgess one day on the street.
"Say, Burgess," he said, "you wouldn't have a place over in your shop for that boy of mine, would you? He likes to scribble26 a little, I notice. I think he pretends to draw a little, too, though I guess it doesn't amount to much. He ought to get into something. He isn't doing anything at school. Maybe he could learn type-setting. It wouldn't hurt him to begin at the bottom if he's going to follow that line. It wouldn't matter what you paid him to begin with."
Burgess thought. He had seen Eugene around town, knew no harm of him except that he was lackadaisical27 and rather moody28.
"Send him in to see me some day," he replied noncommittally. "I might do something for him."
"I'd certainly be much obliged to you if you would," said Witla. "He is not doing much good as it is now," and the two men parted.
He went home and told Eugene. "Burgess says he might give you a position as a type-setter or a reporter on the Appeal if you'd come in and see him some day," he explained, looking over to where his son was reading by the lamp.
"Does he?" replied Eugene calmly. "Well, I can't write. I might set type. Did you ask him?"
"Yes," said Witla. "You'd better go to him some day."
Eugene bit his lip. He realized this was a commentary on his loafing propensities29. He wasn't doing very well, that was certain. Still type-setting was no bright field for a person of his temperament30. "I will," he concluded, "when school's over."
"Better speak before school ends. Some of the other fellows might ask for it around that time. It wouldn't hurt you to try your hand at it."
"I will," said Eugene obediently.
He stopped in one sunny April afternoon at Mr. Burgess' office. It was on the ground floor of the three-story Appeal building in the public square. Mr. Burgess, a fat man, slightly bald, looked at him quizzically over his steel rimmed31 spectacles. What little hair he had was gray.
"I'd like to try my hand at it," replied the boy. "I'd like to see whether I like it."
"I can tell you right now there's very little in it. Your father says you like to write."
"I'd like to well enough, but I don't think I can. I wouldn't mind learning type-setting. If I ever could write I'd be perfectly33 willing to."
"When do you think you'd like to start?"
"At the end of school, if it's all the same to you."
"It doesn't make much difference. I'm not really in need of anybody, but I could use you. Would you be satisfied with five a week?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, come in when you are ready. I'll see what I can do."
He waved the prospective type-setter away with a movement of his fat hand, and turned to his black walnut34 desk, dingy35, covered with newspapers, and lit by a green shaded electric light. Eugene went out, the smell of fresh printing ink in his nose, and the equally aggressive smell of damp newspapers. It was going to be an interesting experience, he thought, but perhaps a waste of time. He did not think so much of Alexandria. Some time he was going to get out of it.
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n.[军事]间隔( interval的名词复数 );间隔时间;[数学]区间;(戏剧、电影或音乐会的)幕间休息 | |
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abbr.high impact polystyrene 高冲击强度聚苯乙烯,耐冲性聚苯乙烯n.臀部( hip的名词复数 );[建筑学]屋脊;臀围(尺寸);臀部…的 | |
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