the fortunes of oliver horn-第12部分
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oud as she was of his genius and accomplishments； and sympathetic as they were in all else that their lives touched upon； her keen； penetrating mind had long since divined the principal fault that lay at the bottom of her husband's genius。 She saw that the weak point in his make…up was not his inventive quality； but his inability to realize any practical results from his inventions when perfected。 She saw； too； with equal certainty how rapidly their already slender means were being daily depleted in costly experiments many of which were abandoned as soon as tried； and she knew full well that the end was but a question of time。 Even when he had abandoned the law； and had exchanged his office near the Court…house for his shop in the back yard； and had given his library to his young students； she had not despaired； she still had faith in his genius。
She had first become uneasy when the new steam cut…off had failed to reimburse him。 When this catastrophe was followed by his losing every dollar of his interest in the improved cotton…gin； because of his generosity to a brother inventor； her uneasiness had become the keenest anxiety。 And now here was this new motor； in which he seemed more absorbed than in any other of his inventions。 This was to plunge them into still greater difficulties and jeopardize even the farm。
Richard had not been disturbed by it all。 Serene and hopeful always； the money question had counted for nothing with him。 His compensation lay in the fact that his theories had been proved true。 More… over； there were； he knew； other inventions ahead； and more important discoveries to be made。 If money were necessary； these new inventions would supply it。 Such indifference to practical questions was an agony to one of her temperament； burdened as she was by the thought of their increasing daily expenses； the magnitude of which Richard never seemed to appreciate。
And yet until to…night； when Richard had made his announcement about the mortgage； she had made no protest； uttered no word of censure。 Neither had any jar or discord ever disturbed the sweet harmony of their home…life。 And she had only behaved as any other wife in Kennedy Square would have done in like circumstances。 Remonstrances against a husband's business methods were never made in the best families。 In his own house Richard was master。 So she had suffered on and held her peace； while Richard walked with his head in the clouds； unconscious of her doubts。 The situation must now be met； and she determined to face it with all her might。 〃The farm shall not be sacrificed； if I can help it；〃 she kept repeating to herself； 〃any economy is better than that disaster。〃
When at last the shock of the news of the threatened disaster had passed； and she had regained her customary composure； she decided to act at once and at head…quarters； outside of Richard's help or knowledge。 She would send for Colonel Clayton； one of the directors of the bank； in the morning； and see what could be done to postpone for a time the bank's action。 This would give her time to think what next could best be done to save the property。 This settled in her mind； she gave herself up to the more important and pressing need of the momentthe dissuading of Oliver from this new act of folly。
At the end of an hour she was still sitting by the drawing…room window； straining her eyes across the Square； noting every figure that passed into the radiance of the moonlight； her mind becoming clearer as her indomitable will； which had never failed her in domestic crises； began to assert itself。
When her eye fell at last upon her son； he was walking with swinging gait up the long path across the Square； whistling as he came； his straw hat tilted on one side； his short coat flying free。 He had taken Sue home； and the two had sat on her father's steps in the moonlight long after the other boys and girls had scattered to their homes。 The Colonel had come in while they were talking； and had bade them good… night and gone up to bed。
Girl as she was； Sue already possessed that subtle power of unconscious coquetry which has distinguished all the other Sue Claytons of all the other Kennedy Squares the South over since the days of Pocahontas。 She had kept Oliver's mind away from the subject that engrossed him； and on herself； and when； at last； standing between the big columns of the portico she had waved her hand； good…night； and had gained his promise to stop in the morning on his way to the office； for just another word； she felt sure that his every thought was of her。 Then she had closed the big front doorshe was the last person in the house awakeand tripped upstairs； not lighting her candle until she had peeped through her shutters； and had found him standing on the other side of the street looking toward the house。 He made a handsome picture of a lover； as he stood in the moonlight； and Sue smiled complacently to herself at the delicate attention paid her； but Oliver's eyes； the scribe is ashamed to say； were not fixed on the particular pair of green blinds that concealed this adorable young lady； certainly not with any desire to break through their privacy。 One of the unforgivable sinsnay； one of the impossible sinsabout Kennedy Square would have been to have recognized a lady who looked； even during the daytime； out from a bedroom window： much less at night。 That was why Sue did not open her blinds。
Nor； indeed； was Oliver occupied with the question of Sue's blinds at all。 He had for the moment in fact completely forgotten the existence of his lady… love。 He was； if the truth must be told； studying the wonderful effect of the white light of the moon flooding with its radiance the columns and roof of the Clayton house； the dark magnolias silhouetted against the flight of steps and the indigo…blue of the sky。 He had already formulated in his mind the palette with which he would paint it； and had decided that the magnolias were blue…black and not green； and the steps greenish…white。 He had； furthermore； determined to make an outline of it in the daylight； and talk to Mr。 Crocker about it。 Sue's eyes； which but a moment before had so charmed him； no longer lingered in his memorynor even in any one of the far corners of his head and heart。 It was only when her light flashed up that he awoke to the realization of what he was doing； and even this breach of good manners was forgotten by him in his delight over the effect which the red glow of the candle gave to the whole composition。
With the picture clearly stamped upon his brain； he turned and stepped quickly across the Square； and in another moment he had thrown his mother a kiss through the window； and rushing inside had caught her in his arms。
〃Poor motherkinsand you all alone；〃 he cried。 〃Why； I thought you and father had gone to bed long ago。〃
〃No； sonI was waiting for you。〃 He laid his fresh young face against hers； insisting that she must go to bed at once； helping her upstairs awkwardly； laughing as he wenttelling her she was the sweetest girl he ever knew and his best sweetheartkissing her pale cheeks as they climbed the steps together to his room。
She had determined； as she sat by the window； to talk to him of what she had overheard him say to Sue； and of her anxiety over Richard's revelations； but his joyous kiss had robbed her of the power。 She would wait for another timeshe said to herself not to…night； when he was so happy。
〃Anybody at Sue's； Ollie？〃 she asked； lighting his candle。
〃Only the boys and girlsTom Pitts； Charley Bowman； Nellie Talbot； and one or two others。 The Colonel came in just before I left。〃
〃But the Colonel will be home to…morrow； will he not？〃 she asked； quickly； as if something forgotten had been suddenly remembered。
〃Yesthink so〃 answered Oliver； taking off his coat and hanging it over the chair〃because he was just up from Pongateague。 He and Major Pitts got thirty…seven woodcock in two days。 Tom wants me to go down with him some day next week。 〃
A shade of anxiety crossed the mother's face。
〃What did you tell him； son？〃 She moved a chair nearer the bureau and sat down to watch him undress； as she had always done since the day she first tucked him into his crib。
〃Oh； I said I would ask you。〃 He was loosening his cravat； his chin thrown up； the light of the candle falling over his well…knit shoulders and chest outlined through his white shirt。
〃Better not go； Ollieyou've been away so much lately。〃
〃Oh； dearie；〃 he protested； in a tone as a child would have done； 〃what does a day or two matter？ Be a darling old mother and let me go。 Tom has a gun for me； and Mr。 Talbot is going to lend us his red setter。 Tom's sister is going； too； and so are her cousins。 Just think； now； I haven't had a day in the country for a coon's age。〃 His arms were round her neck now。 He seemed happier over the excuse to caress her than anxious about her possible refusal。
She loosened one of his hands and laid it on her cheek。
〃No holidays； son？ Why you had two last week； when you all went out to Stemmer's Run；〃 she said； looking up into his face； his hand still in hers。
〃Yes； but that was fishing！〃 he laughed as he waved an imaginary rod in his hands。
〃And the week before； w
