the fortunes of oliver horn-第15章
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icked up the new Scientific Review； just in by the morning mail； and began cutting the leaves。 She tried to draw him into conversation by asking him when the note on the mortgage was due； but his mind was doubtless absorbed by some problem suggested by the Review before him； for without answeringhe； of course； had not heard herhe rose from his chair； excused himself for a moment； opened a book in his library； studied it leisurely； and only resumed his seat when Malachi gently touched his elbow and said：
〃Coffee purty nigh done sp'ilt； Marse Richard。〃
Breakfast over； Richard picked up his letters； and with that far…away look in his eyes which his wife knew so well； walked to the closet； took down his long red calico gown； slipped it over his coat； and with a loving pat on his wife's shoulder as he passed； and with the request that no one but Nathan should see him that morning； made his way through the damp brick…paved back yard to the green door of his 〃li'l〃 room。
Mrs。 Horn watched his retreating figure from the windowhis head bent； his soft hair stirred by the morning air； falling about his shoulders。 His serenity； his air of abstraction； of being wrapped in the clouds as it wereborne aloft by the power of a thought altogether beyond her； baffled her as it always did。 She could not follow his flights when he was in one of these uplifted moods。 She could only watch and wait until he returned again to the common ground of their daily love and companionship。
Brushing a quick tear from her eyes with an impatient sigh； she directed Malachi to go to Oliver's room and tell him he must get up at once； as she wanted him to carry a message of importance。 She had herself rapped at her son's door as she passed on her way downstairs； and Malachi had already paid two visits to the same portalone with Oliver's shoes and one on his own account。 He had seen his mistress's anxiety； and knowing that his young master had come in late the night before； had mistaken the cause； charging Mrs。 Horn's perturbation to Oliver's account。 The only response Oliver had made to either of his warnings had been a smothered yawn and a protest at being called at daylight。 On his third visit Malachi was more insistent； the hall…clock by that time having struck nine。
〃Ain't you out'en dat bed yit； Marse Oliver？ Dis yere's de third time I been yere。 Better git up； yo' ma's gittin' onres'less。〃
〃Coming； Mally。 Tell mother I'll be down right away；〃 called Oliver； springing out of bed。 Malachi stepped softly downstairs again； bowed low to his mistress； and with a perfectly straight face said：
〃He's mos' ready； mistis。 Jes' a…breshin' ob his ha'r when I opened de do'。 Spec' Marse Oliver overslep' hisse'f； or maybe nobody ain't call him〃
He could not bear to hear the boy scolded。 He had begun to shield his young master in the days when he carried him on his shoulder； and he would still shade the truth for him whenever he considered necessity required it。
When Oliver at last came downstairs it was by means of the hand…rail as a slide； a dash through the hall and a bound into the breakfast…room； followed by a joyous good…morning； meeting his mother's 〃How could you be so late； my boy；〃 without any defence of his conduct； putting one hand under her chin and the other around her neck； and kissing her where her white hair parted over her forehead。
Malachi waited an instant； breathing freer when he found that his statement regarding Oliver's toilet had passed muster； and then shuffled off to the kitchen for hot waffles and certain other comforting viands that Aunt Hannah； the cook； had kept hot for her young master； Malachi's several reports having confirmed her suspicions that Oliver； as usual； would be half an hour late。
〃What a morning； motherkins；〃 Oliver cried。 〃Such a sky； all china…blue and white。 Oh； you just ought to see how fine the old church looms up behind the trees。 I'm going to paint that some day； from my window。 Dad had his breakfast？〃 and he glanced at the empty seat and plate。 〃Sausage； eh？ Mally； got any for me？〃 and he dragged up his chair beside her； talking all the time as he spread his napkin and drew the dishes toward him。
He never once noticed her anxious face； he was so full of his own buoyant happiness。 She did not check his enthusiasm。 This breakfast…hour alone with her boyhe was almost always later than Richard was the happiest of the day。 But her heart was too heavy this morning to enjoy it。 Instead of listening with her smile of quiet satisfaction； answering him now and then with a gayety of humor which matched his own； she was conscious only of the waiting for an opportunity to break into his talk with out jarring upon his mood。 At last； with a hesitating emphasis that would have alarmed anyone less wrapped in his own content than her son； she said：
〃Ollie； when you finish your breakfast I want you； on your way to Judge Ellicott's office； to stop at Colonel Clayton's and ask him to be good enough to come and see me as soon as he can on a little matter of business。 Tell him I will keep him but a minute。 If you hurry； my son； you'll catch him before he leaves the house。〃
The die was cast now。 She had taken her first step without Richard's hand to guide herthe first in all her life。 It was pain to do itthe more exquisite because she loved to turn to him for guidance or relief； to feel the sense of his protection。 Heretofore he had helped her in every domestic emergency； his soft； gentle hand soothing and quieting her； when troubles arose。 She had wavered during the night between her duty to her family in saving the farm； and her duty to her husband in preserving unbroken the tie of loyal dependence that had always bound them together。 Many emotions had shaken her as she lay awake； her eyes fixed on the flutings in the canopy of the high…post bedstead which the night…lamp faintly illumined； Richard asleep beside her； dreaming doubtless of cogs and pulleys and for the hundredth time of his finding the one connecting link needed to complete the chain of his success。
But before the day had broken； her keen； penetrating mind had cut through the fog of her doubts。 Come what may； the farm should never be given up。 Richard； for all his urgent need of money to perfect his new motor； should not be allowed to sacrifice this the only piece of landed property which they possessed； except the roof that sheltered them all。 The farm saved； she would give her attention to Oliver's future career。 On one point her mind was firmly made uphe should never； in spite of what his father said； become a painter。
Oliver hurried through his breakfast； cut short Malachi's second relay of waffles to the great disappointment of that excellent servitor； and with his mother's message for the moment firmly fixed in his mind； tilted his hat on one side of his head and started across Kennedy Square； whistling as he went。
Mrs。 Horn moved her seat to the window and looked out upon the brick…paved yard。 The door of the shop was shut。 Richard was already at work； for a thin curl of blue smoke was rising from the chimney。 As she sat looking out upon the tulip…tree and the ivy…covered wall beyond； a strange； unaccountable sense of loneliness new in her experience came over her。 The lines about her mouth settled more firmly； and the anxious look that had filled her eyes changed to one of determination。
〃Nobody can help；〃 she said to herself with a sigh。 〃I must do it all myself；〃 and picking up her basket of keys she mounted slowly to her room。
Once outside the front door； with the fresh； clear air stirring to a silver…white the leaves of the maples； the birds singing in the branches and the sky glistening overhead； one of those sudden changes of mood to which our young hero was subject swept over him。 The picture of the dear mother whom he loved and whose anxious face had at last filled his thoughts； by some shifting of the gray matter of this volatile young gentleman's brain had suddenly become replaced by another。
Pretty Sue Clayton； her black eyes snapping with fun； her hand so soon to be outstretched in welcome； was now the dominating figure in his mental horizon。 Even Sir Peter Lely's girl in pink and the woodcoc
