stories of a western town-第6部分
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und to them past the henhouse。 How much had he overheard？ He didn't seem angry； anyhow。 He called： 〃Well； Evy； ready？〃 and Eve was glad to run into the house for her hat without looking at him。 It was a relief that she must sit on the back seat where she need not face Uncle Nelson。 Tim sat in front； but Tim was so stupid he wouldn't mind。 Nor did he； it was Nelson Forrest that stole furtive glances at the lad's profile； the knitted brows； the freckled cheeks； the undecided nose； and firm mouth。 The boyish shoulders slouched forward at the same angle as that of the fifty…year…old shoulders beside him。 Nelson； through long following of the plough； had lost the erect carriage painfully acquired in the army。 He was a handsome man； whose fresh…colored skin gave him a perpetual appearance of having just washed his face。 The features were long and delicate。 The brown eyes had a liquid softness like the eyes of a woman。 In general the countenance was alertly intelligent； he looked younger than his years； but this afternoon the lines about his mouth and in his brows warranted every gray hair of his pointed short beard。 There was a reason。 Nelson was having one of those searing flashes of insight that do come occasionally to the most blindly hopeful souls。 Nelson had hoped all his life。 He hoped for himself； he hoped for the whole human race。 He served the abstraction that he called 〃PROgress〃 with unflinching and unquestioning loyalty。 Every new scheme of increasing happiness by force found a helper； a fighter； and a giver in him； by turns he had been an Abolitionist； a Fourierist； a Socialist； a Greenbacker； a Farmers' Alliance man。 Disappointment always was followed hard on its heels by a brand…new confidence。 Progress ruled his farm as well as his politics； he bought the newest implements and subscribed trustfully to four agricultural papers； but being a born lover of the ground； a vein of saving doubt did assert itself sometimes in his work； and； on the whole； as a farmer he was successful。 But his success never ventured outside his farm gates。 At buying or selling； at a bargain in any form； the fourteen…year…old Tim was better than Nelson with his fifty years' experience of a wicked and bargaining world。 Was that any part of the reason； he wondered to…day； why at the end of thirty years of unflinching toil and honesty； he found himself with a vast budget of experience in the ruinous loaning of money； with a mortgage on the farm of a friend； and a mortgage on his own farm likely to be foreclosed？ Perhaps it might have been better to stay in Henry County。 He had paid for his farm at last。 He had known a good moment； too； that day he drove away from the lawyer's with the cancelled mortgage in his pocket and Tim hopping up and down on the seat for joy。 But the next day Richardsjust to give him the chance of a good thing had brought out that Maine man who wanted to buy him out。 He was anxious to put the money down for the new farm； to have no whip…lash of debt forever whistling about his ears as he ploughed； ready to sting did he stumble in the furrows； and Tim was more anxious than he； butthere was Richards！ Richards was a neighbor who thought as he did about Henry George and Spiritualism； and belonged to the Farmers' Alliance； and had lent Nelson all the works of Henry George that he （Richards） could borrow。 Richards was in deep trouble。 He had lost his wife； he might lose his farm。 He appealed to Nelson； for the sake of old friendship； to save him。 And Nelson could not resist； so； two thousand of the thirty…four hundred dollars that the Maine man paid went to Richards； the latter swearing by all that is holy； to pay his friend off in full at the end of the year。 There was money coming to him from his dead wife's estate； but it was tied up in the courts。 Nelson would not listen to Tim's prophecies of evil。 But he was a little dashed when Richards paid neither interest nor principal at the year's end； although he gave reasons of weight； and he experienced veritable consternation when the renewed mortgage ran its course and still Richards could not pay。 The money from his wife's estate had been used to improve his farm （Nelson knew how rundown everything was）； his new wife was sickly and 〃didn't seem to take hold；〃 there had been a disastrous hail…storm but why rehearse the calamities？ they focussed on one sentence： it was impossible to pay。 Then Nelson； who had been restfully counting on the money from Richards for his own debt； bestirred himself； only to find his patient creditor gone and a woman in his stead who must have her money。 He wrote again sorely against his willbegging Richards to raise the money somehow。 Richards's answer was in his pocket； for he wore the best black broadcloth in which he had done honor to the lawyer； yesterday。 Richards plainly was wounded； but he explained in detail to Nelson how he （Nelson） could borrow money of the banks on his farm and pay Miss Brown。 There was no bank where Richards could borrow money； and he begged Nelson not to drive his wife and little children from their cherished home。 Nelson choked over the pathos when he read the letter to Tim； but Tim only grunted a wish that HE had the handling of that feller。 And the lawyer was as little moved as Tim。 Miss Brown needed the money； he said。 The banks were not disposed to lend just at present； money； it appeared； was 〃tight；〃 so； in the end； Nelson drove home with the face of Failure staring at him between his horses' ears。 There was only one way。 Should he make Richards suffer or suffer himself？ Did a man have to grind other people or be ground himself？ Meanwhile they had reached the town。 The stir of a festival was in the air。 On every side bunting streamed in the breeze or was draped across brick or wood。 Arches spanned some of the streets； with inscriptions of welcome on them； and swarms of colored lanterns glittered against the sunlight almost as gayly as they would show when they should be lighted at night。 Little children ran about waving flags。 Grocery wagons and butchers' wagons trotted by with a flash of flags dangling from the horses' harness。 The streets were filled with people in their holiday clothes。 Everybody smiled。 The shopkeepers answered questions and went out on the sidewalks to direct strangers。 From one window hung a banner inviting visitors to enter and get a list of hotels and boarding…houses。 The crowd was entirely good…humored and waited outside restaurants； bandying jokes with true Western philosophy。 At times the wagons made a temporary blockade in the street； but no one grumbled。 Bands of music paraded past them； the escort for visitors of especial consideration。 In a window belonging； the sign above declared； to the Business Men's Association； stood a huge doll clad in blue satin； on which was painted a device of Neptune sailing down the Mississippi amid a storm of fireworks。 The doll stood in a boat arched about with lantern…decked hoops； and while Nelson halted； unable to proceed； he could hear the voluble explanation of the proud citizen who was interpreting to strangers。 This； Nelson thought； was success。 Here were the successful men。 The man who had failed looked at them。 Eve roused him by a shrill cry； 〃There they are。 There's May and the girls。 Let me out quick； Uncle！〃 He stopped the horse and jumped out himself to help her。 It was the first time since she came under his roof that she had been away from it all night。 He cleared his throat for some advice on behavior。 〃Mind and be respectful to Mrs。 Arlington。 Say yes； ma'am； and no； ma'am 〃 He got no further； for Eve gave him a hasty kiss and the crowd brushed her away。 〃All she thinks of is wearing fine clothes and going with the fellers！〃 said her brother； disdainfully。 〃If I had to be born a girl； I wouldn't be born at all！〃 〃Maybe if you despise girls so； you'll be born a girl the next time；〃 said Nelson。 〃Some folks thinks that's how it happens with us。〃 〃Do YOU； Uncle？〃 asked Tim； running his mind forebodingly over the possible business results of such a belief。 〃S'posing he shouldn't be willing to sell the pigs to be killed； 'cause they might be some friends of his！〃 he reflected； with a rising tide of consternation。 Nelson smiled rather sadly。 He said； in another tone： 〃Tim； I've thought so many things； that now I've about given up thinking。 All I can do is to live along the best way I know how and help the world move the best I'm able。〃 〃You bet _I_ ain't going to help the world move；〃 said the boy； 〃I'm going to look out for myself！〃 〃Then my training of you has turned out pretty badly； if that's the way you feel。〃 A little shiver passed over the lad's sullen face； he flushed until he lost his freckles in the red veil and burst out passionately： 〃Well； I got eyes； ain't I？ I ain't going to be bad； or drink； or steal； or do things to git put in the penitentiary； but I ain't going to let folks walk all over me like you do； no； sir！〃 Nelson did not answer； in his heart he thought that he had failed with the children； too； and he relapsed into that dismal study of the face of Failure。 He had come to the city to show Tim the sights； and； therefore； though like a man in a dream； he drove conscientiously about the gay street
