第 3 节
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连过十一人 更新:2021-02-27 02:16 字数:9322
The driver of the auto sped his machine without a
word。 He was masked beyond guess in the goggles
and diabolic garb of the chauffeur。
〃Much obliged; old man;〃 called Hopkins; grate…
fully。 〃I guess you've got sporting blood in you;
all right; and don't admire the sight of two men
trying to soak one。 Little more and I'd have been
pinched。〃
The chauffeur made no sign that he had heard。
Hopkins shrugged a shoulder and chewed at his
cigar; to which his teeth had clung grimly through…
out the melee。
Ten minutes and the auto turned into the open
carriage entrance of a noble mansion of brown stone;
and stood still。 The chauffeur leaped out; and said:
〃Come quick。 The lady; she will explain。 It is
the great honor you will have; monsieur。 Ah; that
milady could call upon Armand to do this thing!
But; no; I am only one chauffeur。〃
With vehement gestures the chauffeur conducted
Hopkins into the house。 He was ushered into a small
but luxurious reception chamber。 A lady; young; and
possessing the beauty of visions; rose from a chair。
In her eyes smouldered a becoming anger。 Her high…
arched; threadlike brows were ruffled into a delicious
frown。
〃Milady;〃 said the chauffeur; bowing low; 〃I have
the honor to relate to you that I went to the house of
Monsieur Long and found him to be not at home。 As
I came back I see this gentleman in combat against
bow you say … greatest odds。 He is fighting with
five … ten … thirty men … gendarmes; aussi。 Yes;
milady; he what you call 'swat' one … three … eight
policemans。 If that Monsieur Long is out I say to
myself this Gentleman be will serve milady so well; and
I bring him here。〃
〃Very well; Armand;〃 said the lady; 〃you may
go。〃 She turned to Hopkins。
〃I sent my chauffeur;〃 she said; 〃to bring my
cousin; Walter Long。 There is a man in this house
who has treated me with insult and abuse。 I have
complained to my aunt; and she laughs at me。 Ar…
mand says you are brave。 In these prosaic days men
who are both brave and chivalrous are few。 May I
count upon your assistance?〃
John Hopkins thrust the remains of his cigar into
his coat pocket。 He looked upon this winning
creature and felt his first thrill of romance。 It was a
knightly love; and contained no disloyalty to the flat
with the flea…bitten terrier and the lady of his choice。
He bad married her after a picnic of the Lady Label
Stickers' Union; Lodge No。 2; on a dare and a bet of
new hats and chowder all around with his friend; Billy
McManus。 This angel who was begging him to
come to her rescue was something too heavenly for
chowder; and as for hats … golden; jewelled crowns
for her!
〃Say;〃 said John Hopkins; 〃just show me the guy
that you've got the grouch at。 I've neglected my
talents as a scrapper heretofore; but this is my busy
night。〃
〃He is in there;〃 said the lady; pointing to a
closed door。 〃Come。 Are you sure that you do not
falter or fear?〃
〃Me?〃 said John Hopkins。 〃Just give me one of
those roses in the bunch you are wearing; will you?〃
The lady gave him a red; red rose。 John Hopkins
kissed it; stuffed it into his vest pocket; opened the
door and walked into the room。 It was a handsome
library; softly but brightly lighted。 A young man
was there; reading。
〃Books on etiquette is what you want to study;〃
said John Hopkins; abruptly。 〃Get up here; and I'll
give you some lessors。 Be rude to a lady; will you?〃
The young man looked mildly surprised。 Then he
arose languidly; dextrously caught the arms of John
Hopkins and conducted him irresistibly to the front
door of the house。
〃Beware; Ralph Branscombe;〃 cried the lady; who
had followed; 〃what you do to the gallant man who
has tried to protect me。〃
The young man shoved John Hopkins gently out
the door and then closed it。
〃Bess;〃 he said calmly; 〃I wish you would quit
reading historical novels。 How in the world did that
fellow get in here?〃
〃Armand brought him;〃 said the young lady。 〃I
think you are awfully mean not to let me have that
St。 Bernard。 I sent Armand for Walter。 I was so
angry with you。〃
〃Be sensible; Bess;〃 said the young man; taking
her arm。 〃That dog isn't safe。 He has bitten two
or three people around the kennels。 Come now; let's
go tell auntie we are in good humor again。〃
Arm in arm; they moved away。
John Hopkins walked to his flat。 The janitor's
five…year…old daughter was playing on the steps'
Hopkins gave her a nice; red rose and walked up…
stairs。
Mrs。 Hopkins was philandering with curl…papers。
〃Get your cigar?〃 she asked; disinterestedly。
〃Sure;〃 said Hopkins; 〃and I knocked around a
while outside。 It's a nice night。〃
He sat upon the hornblende sofa; took out the
stump of his cigar; lighted it; and gazed at the grace…
ful figures in 〃The Storm〃 on the opposite wall。
〃I was telling you;〃 said he; 〃about Mr。
Whipple's suit。 It's a gray; with an invisible check;
and it looks fine。〃
A LICKPENNY LOVER
There; were 3;000 girls in the Biggest Store。
Masie was one of them。 She was eighteen and a
selleslady in the gents' gloves。 Here she became
versed in two varieties of human beings … the kind of
gents who buy their gloves in department stores and
the kind of women who buy gloves for unfortunate
gents。 Besides this wide knowledge of the human
species; Masie had acquired other information。 She
had listened to the promulgated wisdom of the 2;999
other girls and had stored it in a brain that was as
secretive and wary as that of a Maltese cat。 Per…
haps nature; foreseeing that she would lack wise
counsellors; had mingled the saving ingredient of
shrewdness along with her beauty; as she has endowed
the silver fox of the priceless fur above the other
animals with cunning。
For Masie was beautiful。 She was a deep…tinted
blonde; with the calm poise of a lady who cooks butter
cakes in a window。 She stood behind her counter in
the Biggest Store; and as you closed your band over
the tape…line for your glove measure you thought
of Hebe; and as you looked again you wondered how
she had come by Minerva's eyes。
When the floorwalker was not looking Masie
chewed tutti frutti; when he was looking she gazed
up as if at the clouds and smiled wistfully。
That is the shopgirl smile; and I enjoin you to
shun it unless you are well fortified with callosity of
the heart; caramels and a congeniality for the capers
of Cupid。 This smile belonged to Masie's recreation
hours and not to the store; but the floorwalker must
have his own。 He is the Shylock of the stores。
When be comes nosing around the bridge of his nose
is a toll…bridge。 It is goo…goo eyes or 〃git〃 when
be looks toward a pretty girl。 Of course not all floor…
walkers are thus。 Only a few days ago the papers
printed news of one over eighty years of age。
One day Irving Carter; painter; millionaire; trav…
eller; poet; automobilist; happened to enter the Big…
gest Store。 It is due to him to add that his visit was
not voluntary。 Filial duty took him by the collar and
dragged him inside; while his mother philandered
among the bronze and terra…cotta statuettes。
Carter strolled across to the glove counter in order
to shoot a few minutes on the wing。 His need for
gloves was genuine; be had forgotten to bring a pair
with him。 But his action hardly calls for apology; be…
cause be had never heard of glove…counter flirtations。
As he neared the vicinity of his fate be hesitated;
suddenly conscious of this unknown phase of Cupid's
less worthy profession。
Three or four cheap fellows; sonorously garbed;
were leaning over the counters; wrestling with the
mediatorial hand…coverings; while giggling girls
played vivacious seconds to their lead upon the
strident string of coquetry。 Carter would have re…
treated; but he had gone too far。 Masie confronted
him behind her counter with a questioning look in
eyes as coldly; beautifully; warmly blue as the glint
of summer sunshine on an iceberg drifting in Southern
seas。
And then Irving Carter; painter; millionaire; etc。;
felt a warm flush rise to his aristocratically pale face。
But not from diffidence。 The blush was intellectual
in origin。 He knew in a moment that he stood in the
ranks of the ready…made youths who wooed the gig…
gling girls at other counters。 Himself leaned against
the oaken trysting place of a cockney Cupid with a
desire in his heart for the favor of a glove salesgirl。
He was no more than Bill and Jack and Mickey。
And then be felt a sudden tolerance for them; and
an elating; courageous contempt for the conventions
upon which he had fed; and an unhesitating deter…
mination to have this perfect creature for his own。
When the gloves were paid for and wrapped t