第 27 节
作者:美丽心点      更新:2023-05-17 13:23      字数:9319
  Forty…second Street during a search for a lost gas…pipe; and the Taj Mahal;
  the famous mausoleum in India。
  〃Enough!   I   hated   Kerner;   and   one   day   I   met   him   and   we   became
  friends。   He   was   young   and   glori…   ously   melancholy   because   his   spirits
  were so high and life bad so much in store for him。 Yes; he was almost
  riotously sad。 That was his youth。 When a man begins to be hilarious in a
  sorrowful way you can bet a million that he is dyeing his hair。 Ker… ner's
  hair was plentiful and carefully matted as an artist's thatch should be。 He
  was a cigaretteur; and be audited his dinners with red wine。 But; most of
  all; be was a fool。 And; wisely; I envied him; and listened patiently while
  he knocked Velasquez and Tintoretto。 Once he told me that he liked a story
  of mine that he bad come across in an anthology。 He described it to me;
  and I was sorry that Mr。 Fitz… James O'Brien was dead and could not learn
  of the eulogy of his work。 But mostly Kerner made few breaks and was a
  consistent fool。
  I'd better explain what I mean by that。 There was a girl。 Now; a girl; as
  far as I am concerned; is a thing that belongs in a seminary or an album;
  but   I   conceded   the   existence   of   the   animal   in   order   to   retain   Kerner's
  friendship。 He showed me her picture in a locket  she was a blonde or a
  brunette      I   have   forgotten   which。   She   worked   in   a   factory   for   eight
  dollars a week。 Lest factories quote this wage by way of vindication; I will
  add   that   the   girl   bad   worked   for   five   years   to   reach   that   supreme   ele…
  vation of remuneration; beginning at 1。50 per week。
  Kerner's father was worth a couple of millions He was willing to stand
  for art; but he drew the line at the factory girl。 So Kerner disinherited his
  father and walked out to a cheap studio and lived on sausages for breakfast
  and on Farroni for dinner。 Farroni had the artistic soul and a line of credit
  for painters and poets; nicely adjusted。 Sometimes Ker… rier sold a picture
  and bought some new tapestry; a ring and a dozen silk cravats; and paid
  Farroni two dollars on account。
  One evening Kerner had me to dinner with himself and the factory girl。
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  They were to be married as soon as Kerner could slosh paint profitably。 As
  for the ex…father's two millions  pouf!
  She was a wonder。 Small and half…way pretty; and as much at her ease
  in that cheap cafe as though she were only in the Palmer House; Chicago;
  with   a   souvenir   spoon   already  safely  hidden in   her  shirt   waist。   She   was
  natural。   Two   things   I   noticed   about   her   especially。   Her   belt   buckle   was
  exactly in the middle of her back; and she didn't tell us that a large man
  with   a   ruby   stick…pin   had   followed   her   up   all   the   way   from   Fourteenth
  Street。   Was   Kerner   such   a   fool?   I   wondered。 And   then   I   thought   of   the
  quantity of striped cuffs and blue glass beads that 2;000;000 can buy for
  the heathen; and I said to myself that he was。 And then Elise  certainly
  that was her name told us; merrily; that the brown spot on her waist was
  caused     by   her   landlady    knocking      at  the  door    while   she   (the   girl
  confound the English language) was heating an iron over the gas jet; and
  she hid the iron under the bedclothes until the coast was clear; and there
  was the piece of chewing gum stuck to it when she began to iron the waist;
  and      well;  I   wondered bow   in the   world   the   chewing   gum  came   to   be
  there  don't they ever stop chewing it?
  A while after that  don't be impatient; the ab… sinthe drip is coming
  now  Kerner and I were dining at Farroni's。 A mandolin and a guitar were
  being attacked; the room was full of smoke in nice; long crinkly layers just
  like the artists draw the steam from a plum pudding on Christmas posters;
  and a lady in a blue silk and gasolined gauntlets was be… ginning to bum
  an air from the Catskills。
  〃Kerner;〃 said I; 〃you are a fool。〃
  〃Of course;〃 said Kerner; 〃I wouldn't let her go on working。 Not my
  wife。 What's the use to wait? She's willing。 I sold that water color of the
  Pali… sades yesterday。 We could cook on a two…burner gas stove。 You know
  the ragouts I can throw together? Yes; I think we will marry next week。〃
  〃Kerner;〃 said I; 〃you are a fool。〃
  〃Have an absinthe drip?〃 said Kerner; grandly。 〃To…night you are the
  guest of Art in paying quan… tities。 I think we will get a flat with a bath。〃
  〃I never tried one  I mean an absinthe drip;〃 said I。
  The waiter brought it and poured the water slowly over the ice in the
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  dripper。
  〃It looks exactly like the Mississippi River water in the big bend below
  Natchez;〃 said I; fascinated; gazing at the be…muddled drip。
  〃There are such flats for eight dollars a week;〃 said Kerner。
  〃You   are   a   fool;〃   said   I;   and   began   to   sip   the   filtration。   〃What   you
  need;〃 I continued; 〃is the official attention of one Jesse Holmes。〃
  Kerner;     not   being    a  Southerner;     did   not  compre…      hend;   so   he   sat;
  sentimental; figuring on his flat in his sordid; artistic way; while I gazed
  into the green eyes of the sophisticated Spirit of Wormwood。
  Presently I noticed casually that a procession of bacchantes limned on
  the wall immediately below the ceiling bad begun to move; traversing the
  room   from   right   to   left   in   a   gay   and   spectacular   pilgrimage。   I   did   not
  confide   my   discovery   to   Kerner。   The   artistic   temperament   is   too   high…
  strung     to  view    such   devia…    tions   from    the  natural    laws   of   the  art  of
  kalsomining。 I sipped my absinthe drip and sawed wormwood。
  One absinthe drip is not much  but I said again to Kerner; kindly:
  〃You   are     a  fool。〃   And    then;   in  the  vernacular:     〃Jesse    Holmes     for
  yours。〃
  And then I looked around and saw the Fool…Killer; as he had always
  appeared   to   my   imagination;   sitting   at   a   nearby   table;   and   regarding   us
  with his reddish; fatal; relentless eyes。 He was Jesse Holmes from top to
  toe; he had the long; gray; ragged beard; the gray clothes of ancient cut;
  the   executioner's   look;   and   the   dusty   shoes   of   one   who   bad   been   called
  from afar。 His eyes were turned fixedly upon Kerner。 I shuddered to think
  that   I   bad   invoked   him  from   his   assiduous   southern   duties。   I  thought   of
  flying; and then I kept my seat; reflecting that many men bad es… caped his
  ministrations   when   it   seemed   that   nothing   short   of   an   appointment   as
  Ambassador to Spain could save them from him。 I had called my brother
  Kerner a fool and was in danger of hell fire。 That was nothing; but I would
  try to save him from Jesse Holmes。
  The Fool…Killer got up from his table and came over to ours。 He rested
  his hands upon it; and turned his burning; vindictive eyes upon Kerner; ig…
  noring me。
  〃You   are   a   hopeless   fool;〃   be   said   to   the   artist。   〃Haven't   you   had
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  enough of starvation yet? I of… fer you one more opportunity。 Give up this
  girl   and    come    back    to  your    home。     Refuse;    and   you    must    take   the
  consequences。〃
  The Fool…Killer's threatening face was within a foot of his victim's; but
  to   my   horror;   Kerner   made   not   the   slightest   sign   of   being   aware   of   his
  presence。
  〃We will be married next week;〃 be muttered ab… sent…mindedly。 〃With
  my studio furniture and some second…hand stuff we can make out。〃
  〃You have decided your own fate;〃 said the Fool… Killer; in a low but
  terrible voice。   〃You   may  con…   sider   yourself   as   one   dead。 You   have   had
  your last chance。〃
  〃In   the   moonlight;〃   went   on   Kerner;   softly;   〃we   will   sit   under   the
  skylight   with   our   guitar   and   sing   away   the   false   delights   of   pride   and
  money。〃
  〃On     your   own    head    be   it;〃  hissed   the  Fool…Killer;     and   my    scalp
  prickled when I perceived that neither Kerner's eyes nor his ears took the
  slightest   cog…   nizance   of   Jesse   Holmes。 And   then   I   knew   that   for   some
  reason the veil had been lifted for me alone; and that I bad been elected to
  save my friend from de… struction at