友情提示:如果本网页打开太慢或显示不完整,请尝试鼠标右键“刷新”本网页!
读书室 返回本书目录 加入书签 我的书架 我的书签 TXT全本下载 『收藏到我的浏览器』

a first family of tasajara-第19部分

快捷操作: 按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页 按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页 按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部! 如果本书没有阅读完,想下次继续接着阅读,可使用上方 "收藏到我的浏览器" 功能 和 "加入书签" 功能!


meantime had taken active part in the discussion; whether it was

vaguely understood that the possession of poetical and imaginative

faculties precluded any capacity for business; or whether it was

owing to the apparent superior maturity of Mrs。 Harcourt and the

stranger; it was certain that THEY arranged the practical details

of the engagement; and that the youthful husband sat silent; merely

offering his always hopeful and sanguine consent。



〃You'll take a house nearer to town; I suppose?〃 continued Mr。

Fletcher to the lady; 〃though you've a charming view here。  I

suppose it was quite a change from Tasajara and your father…in…

law's house?  I daresay he had as fine a place thereon his own

homesteadas he has here?〃



Young Harcourt dropped his sensitive eyelids again。  It seemed hard

that he could never get away from these allusions to his father!

Perhaps it was only to that relationship that he was indebted for

his visitor's kindness。  In his simple honesty he could not bear

the thought of such a misapprehension。  〃Perhaps; Mr。 Fletcher; you

do not know;〃 he said; 〃that my father is not on terms with me; and

that we neither expect anything nor could we ever take anything

from him。  Could we; Loo?〃  He added the useless question partly

because he saw that his wife's face betrayed little sympathy with

him; and partly that Fletcher was looking at her curiously; as if

for confirmation。  But this was another of John Milton's trials as

an imaginative reporter; nobody ever seemed to care for his

practical opinions or facts!



〃Mr。 Fletcher is not interested in our little family differences;

Milty;〃 she said; looking at Mr。 Fletcher; however; instead of him。

〃You're Daniel Harcourt's SON whatever happens。〃



The cloud that had passed over the young man's face and eyes did

not; however; escape Mr。 Fletcher's attention; for he smiled; and

added gayly; 〃And I hope my valued lieutenant in any case。〃

Nevertheless John Milton was quite ready to avail himself of an

inspiration to fetch some cigars for his guest from the bar of the

Sea…View House on the slope of the hill beyond; and thereby avoid a

fateful subject。  Once in the fresh air again he promptly recovered

his boyish spirits。  The light flying scud had already effaced the

first rising stars; the lower creeping sea…fog had already blotted

out the western shore and sea; but below him to the east the

glittering lights of the city seemed to start up with a new;

mysterious; and dazzling brilliancy。  It was the valley of diamonds

that Sindbad saw lying almost at his feet!  Perhaps somewhere there

the light of his own fame and fortune was already beginning to

twinkle!



He returned to his humble roof joyous and inspired。  As he entered

the hall he heard his wife's voice and his own name mentioned;

followed by that awkward; meaningless silence on his entrance which

so plainly indicated either that he had been the subject of

conversation or that it was not for his ears。  It was a dismal

reminder of his boyhood at Sidon and Tasajara。  But he was too full

of hope and ambition to heed it to…night; and later; when Mr。

Fletcher had taken his departure; his pent…up enthusiasm burst out

before his youthful partner。  Had she realized that their struggles

were over now; that their future was secure?  They need no longer

fear ever being forced to take bounty from the family; they were

independent of them all!  He would make a name for himself that

should be distinct from his father's as he should make a fortune

that would be theirs alone。  The young wife smiled。  〃But all that

need not prevent you; dear; from claiming your RIGHTS when the time

comes。〃



〃But if I scorn to make the claim or take a penny of his; Loo?〃



〃You say you scorn to take the money you think your father got by a

mere trick;at the best;and didn't earn。  And now you will be

able to show you can live without it; and earn your own fortune。

Well; dear; for that very reason why should you let your father and

others enjoy and waste what is fairly your share?  For it is YOUR

share whether it came to your father fairly or not; and if not; it

is still your duty; believing as you do; to claim it from him; that

at least YOU may do with it what you choose。  You might want to

restore ittotosomebody。〃



The young man laughed。  〃But; my dear Loo! suppose that I were weak

enough to claim it; do you think my father would give it up?  He

has the right; and no law could force him to yield to me more than

he chooses。〃



〃Not the law; but YOU could。〃



〃I don't understand you;〃 he said quickly。



〃You could force him by simply telling him what you once told me。〃



John Milton drew back; and his hand dropped loosely from his

wife's。  The color left his fresh young face; the light quivered

for a moment and then became fixed and set in his eyes。  For that

moment he looked ten years her senior。  〃I was wrong ever to tell

even you that; Loo;〃 he said in a low voice。  〃You are wrong to

ever remind me of it。  Forget it from this moment; as you value our

love and want it to live and be remembered。  And forget; Loo; as I

do;and ever shall;that you ever suggested to me to use my

secret in the way you did just now。〃



But here Mrs。 Harcourt burst into tears; more touched by the

alteration in her husband's manner; I fear; than by any contrition

for wrongdoing。  Of course if he wished to withdraw his confidences

from her; just as he had almost confessed he wished to withdraw his

NAME; she couldn't help it; but it was hard that when she sat there

all day long trying to think what was best for them; she should be

blamed!  At which the quiet and forgiving John Milton smiled

remorsefully and tried to comfort her。  Nevertheless an occasional

odd; indefinable chill seemed to creep across the feverish

enthusiasm with which he was celebrating this day of fortune。  And

yet he neither knew nor suspected until long after that his foolish

wife had that night half betrayed his secret to the stranger!



The next day he presented a note of introduction from Mr。 Fletcher

to the business manager of the 〃Clarion;〃 and the following morning

was duly installed in office。  He did not see his benefactor again;

that single visit was left in the mystery and isolation of an

angelic episode。  It later appeared that other and larger interests

in the San Jose valley claimed his patron's residence and attendance;

only the capital and general purpose of the paperto develop into a

party organ in the interest of his possible senatorial aspirations

in due seasonwas furnished by him。  Grateful as John Milton felt

towards him; he was relieved; it seemed probable that Mr。 Fletcher

HAD selected him on his individual merits; and not as the son of a

millionaire。



He threw himself into his work with his old hopeful enthusiasm; and

perhaps an originality of method that was part of his singular

independence。  Without the student's training or restraint;for

his two years' schooling at Tasajara during his parents' prosperity

came too late to act as a discipline;he was unfettered by any

rules; and guided only by an unerring instinctive taste that became

near being genius。  He was a brilliant and original; if not always

a profound and accurate; reporter。  By degrees he became an

accustomed interest to the readers of the 〃Clarion;〃 then an

influence。  Actors themselves in many a fierce drama; living lives

of devotion; emotion; and picturesque incident; they had satisfied

themselves with only the briefest and most practical daily record

of their adventure; and even at first were dazed and startled to

find that many of them had been heroes and some poets。  The

stealthy boyish reader of romantic chronicle at Sidon had learned

by heart the chivalrous story of the emigration。  The second column

of the 〃Clarion〃 became famous even while the figure of its

youthful writer; unknown and unrecognized; was still nightly

climbing the sands of Russian Hill; and even looking down as before

on the lights of the growing city; without a thought that he had

added to that glittering constellation。



Cheerful and contented with the exercise of work; he would have

been happy but for the gradual haunting of another dread which

presently began to drag him at earlier hours up the steep path to

his little home; to halt him before the door with the quickened

breath of an anxiety he would scarcely confess to himself; and

sometimes hold him aimlessly a whole day beneath his roof。  For the

pretty but delicate Mrs。 Harcourt; like others of her class; had

added a weak and ineffective maternity to their other conjugal

trials; and one early dawn a baby was born that lingered with them

scarcely longer than the morning mist and exhaled with the rising

sun。  The young wife regained her strength slowly;so slowly that

the youthful husband brought his work at times to the house to keep

her company。  And a s
返回目录 上一页 下一页 回到顶部 0 0
快捷操作: 按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页 按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页 按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部!
温馨提示: 温看小说的同时发表评论,说出自己的看法和其它小伙伴们分享也不错哦!发表书评还可以获得积分和经验奖励,认真写原创书评 被采纳为精评可以获得大量金币、积分和经验奖励哦!