the fortunes of oliver horn-第53章
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The dear lady laid her hand on Oliver's shoulder； bent over him in a tender； motherly way； and said：
〃Do you think it does you any good？〃
〃I don't know that it does。〃
〃Why should you do it； then？〃
〃But I won't if you'd rather I'd not。〃 Oliver sprang to his feet； took his pipe from his mouth； and was about to cross the room to knock the ashes from it into the fireplace when Margaret laid her hand on his arm。
〃No； don't stop。 Mother is very foolish about some thingssmoking is one of them。〃
〃But I can't smoke； darling；〃 he said； in an undertone； 〃if your mother objects。〃 The mother law was paramount； to say nothing of the courtesy required of him。 Then he added； with a meaning look in his eyes〃Can't we get away some place where we can talk？〃 Deaf mothers are a blessing sometimes。
Margaret pressed his handher fingers were still closed over the one holding the pipe。
〃In a moment； Ollie；〃 and she rose and went into the adjoining room。
Mrs。 Grant went to her husband's side； and in her gentle mission of peace put her arm around his neck； patting his shoulder and talking to him in a low tone； her two yellow…white curls streaming down over the collar of his coat。 Silas slipped his hand over his wife's and for an instant caressed it tenderly with his cold； bony fingers。 Then seeing Oliver's eyes turning his way he drew in his shoulders with a quick movement and looked askance at his guest。 Any public show of affection was against Silas's creed and code。 If people wanted to hug each other； better do it upstairs； he would say； not where everybody was looking on； certainly not this young man； who was enough of a mollycoddle already。
John； now that Margaret had gone； moved over from the lounge and took her seat； and the two young men launched out into a discussion of flies and worms and fish…bait； and whether frog's legs were better than minnows in fishing for pickerel； and what was the best…sized shot for woodcock and Jack…snipe。 Oliver told of the ducking…blinds； of the Chesapeake； and of how the men sat in wooden boxes sunk to the water's edge； with the decoy ducks about them； and shot the flocks as they flew over。 And John told of a hunting trip he had made with two East Branch guides； and how they went loaded for deer and came back with a bear and two cubs。 And so congenial did they find each other's society that before Margaret returned to the roomshe had gone into her studio to light the lamp under the tea…kettlethe two young fellows had discovered that they were both very good fellows indeed； especially Oliver and especially John； and Oliver had half promised to come up in the winter and go into camp with John； and John met him more than half…way with a promise to accept Oliver's invitation for a week's visit in Kennedy Square the next time he went home； if that happy event ever took place； when they would both go down to Carroll's Island for a crack at a canvas… back。
This had gone on for ten minutes or moreten minutes is an absurdly long period of time under certain circumstanceswhen Margaret's voice was heard in the doorway：
〃Come； John； you and Mr。 Horn have talked long enough； I want to show him my studio if you'll spare him a moment。〃
John knew when to spare and when not tooh； a very intelligent brother was John！ He did not follow and talk for another hour of what a good time he would have duck…shooting； and of what togs he ought to carryspoiling everything； nor did he send his mother in to help Margaret entertain their guest。 None of these stupid things did John do。 He said he would go down to the post…office if Oliver didn't mind； and would see him at supper； and Margaret said that that was a very clever idea； as nobody had gone for the mail that day； and there were sure to be letters； and not to forget to ask for hers。 Awfully sensible brother was John。 Why aren't there more like him？
Entering Margaret's studio was like going back to Moose Hillock。 There were sketches of the interior of the school…house； and of the children； and of the teacher who had taught the year before。 There was Mrs。 Taft sitting on that very porch； peeling potatoes； with a tin pan in her lapwould they ever forget that porch and the moonlight and the song of the tree…toads； and the cry of the loon？ There was Hank in corduroys； with an axe over his shoulder； and Hank in a broad straw hat and no shoes； with a fishing…pole in one hand； and Hank chopping wood； the chips littering the ground。 There was Ezra Pollard sitting in his buckboard with a buffalo…robe tucked about him； and Samanthy by his side。 And best of all； and in the most prominent place； too； there was the original drawing of the Milothe one she was finishing when Oliver upset Judson； and which； strange to say； was the only Academy drawing which Margaret had framedbesides scores and scores of sketches of people and things and places that she had made in years gone by。
The room itself was part of an old portico which had been walled up。 It had a fireplace at one end； holding a Franklin stove； and a skylight overhead； the light softened by green shades。 Here she kept her own books ranged on shelves over the mantel； and in the niches and corners and odd spaces a few rare prints and proofstwo Guido Renis and a Leonardo； both by Raphael Morghen。 Against the wall was an old。 clothes…press with brass handles； its drawers filled with sketches； as well as a lounge covered with chintz and heaped up with cushions。 The door between the studio and library had been taken off； and was now replaced by a heavy red curtain。 Margaret had held it aside for Oliver to enter； and it had dropped back by its own weight； shutting them both safely in。
I don't know what happened when that heavy red curtain swung into place； and mother； father； sea； sky； sun； moon； stars； and the planets； with all that in them is； were shut out for a too brief moment。
And if I did know I would not tell。
We go through life； and we have all sorts of sensations。 We hunger and are fed。 We are thirsty； and reach an oasis。 We are homeless； and find shelter。 We are ill； and again walk the streets。 We dig and delve and strain every nerve and tissue； and the triumph comes at last； and with it often riches and honor。 All these things send shivers of delight through us； and for the moment we spread our wings and soar heavenward。 But when we take in our arms the girl we love； and hold close her fresh； sweet face； with its trusting eyes； and feel her warm breath on our cheeks； and the yielding figure next our heart； knowing all the time how mean and good…for…nothing and how entirely unworthy of even tying her shoe… strings we are； we experience a something compared with which all our former flights heavenward are but the flutterings of bats in a cave。
And the blessed John did not come back until black； dark night！not until it was so dark that you couldn't see your hand before you or the girl beside you； which is nearer the truth； not until the stout woman in spectacles with the conversational habit； had brought in a lard…oil lamp with a big globe； which she set down on Margaret's table among her books and papers。 And when John did come； and poked his twice…blessed head between the curtains； it was not to sit down inside and talk until supper…times but to say that it was getting cold outside and that they ought to have a fire if they intended to sit in the studio after supper。 （Oh； what a trump of a brother！） And if they didn't mind he'd send Hopeful right away with some chips to start it。 All of which Miss Hopeful Prime accomplished； talking all the time to Margaret as she piled up the logs； and not forgetting a final word to Oliver as she left the room； to the effect that she 〃guessed it； must be kind o' comfortin' to set by a fire〃such luxuries； of course； to her thinking； being unknown in his tropical land； where the blacks went naked and the children lay about in the sun munching watermelons and bananas。
What an afternoon it had been！ They had talked of the woods and their life under the trees； of the sketches they made and how they could improve them； and would； of the coming winter and the prospect of the school being opened and what it meant to them if it did； and how much mo
