第 48 节
作者:冬恋      更新:2021-04-30 17:00      字数:9322
  way of diversion。
  〃Hello; Plato;〃 called Tryon; 〃do you want a lift?〃
  〃Hoddy; Mars Geo'ge。           Kin I ride wid you?〃
  〃Jump up。〃
  Plato mounted into the buggy with the agility to be expected from a
  lad of his acrobatic accomplishments。              The two almost immediately fell
  into    conversation     upon    perhaps     the  only   subject    of  common       interest
  between them。        Before the town was reached; Tryon knew; so far as Plato
  could make it plain; the estimation in which the teacher was held by pupils
  and parents。       He   had learned the   hours of   opening   and dismissal   of   the
  school; where the teacher lived; her habits of coming to and going from
  the schoolhouse; and the road she always followed。
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  〃Does she go to church or anywhere else with Jeff Wain; Plato?〃 asked
  Tryon。
  〃No; suh; she don' go nowhar wid nobody excep'n' ole Elder Johnson
  er Mis' Johnson; an' de child'en。         She use' ter stop at Mis' Wain's; but she's
  stayin' wid Elder Johnson now。            She alluz makes some er de child'en go
  home   wid   er   f'm   school;〃   said   Plato;   proud   to   find   in   Mars   Geo'ge   an
  appreciative   listener;〃sometimes   one   an'   sometimes   anudder。           I's   be'n
  home wid 'er twice; ann it'll be my tu'n ag'in befo' long。〃
  〃Plato;〃 remarked Tryon impressively; as they drove into the town; 〃do
  you think you could keep a secret?〃
  〃Yas; Mars Geo'ge; ef you says I shill。〃
  〃Do you see this fifty…cent piece?〃           Tryon displayed a small piece of
  paper money; crisp and green in its newness。
  〃Yas; Mars Geo'ge;〃 replied Plato; fixing his eyes respectfully on the
  government's   promise   to   pay。       Fifty   cents   was   a   large   sum   of   money。
  His acquaintance with Mars Geo'ge gave him the privilege of looking at
  money。      When he grew up; he would be able; in good times; to earn fifty
  cents a day。
  〃I am going to give this to you; Plato。〃
  Plato's eyes opened wide as saucers。           〃Me; Mars Geo'ge?〃 he asked in
  amazement。
  〃Yes; Plato。     I'm going to write a letter while I'm in town; and want
  you to take it。     Meet me here in half an hour; and I'll give you the letter。
  Meantime; keep your mouth shut。〃
  〃Yas; Mars Geo'ge;〃 replied Plato with a grin that distended that organ
  unduly。     That he did not keep it shut may be inferred from the fact that
  within   the   next   half   hour   he   had   eaten   and   drunk   fifty   cents'   worth   of
  candy;    ginger…pop;     and   other   available   delicacies    that  appealed    to  the
  youthful     palate。   Having     nothing    more    to  spend;   and   the   high   prices
  prevailing     for   some    time   after  the   war   having     left  him   capable    of
  locomotion; Plato was promptly on hand at the appointed time and place。
  Tryon placed a letter in Plato's hand; still sticky with molasses candy;
  he   had   inclosed   it   in   a   second   cover   by   way   of   protection。 〃Give   that
  letter;〃 he said; 〃to your teacher; don't say a word about it to a living soul;
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  bring   me   an   answer;   and   give   it   into   my  own   hand;   and   you   shall   have
  another half dollar。〃
  Tryon was quite aware that by a surreptitious correspondence he ran
  some   risk   of   compromising   Rena。          But   he   had   felt;   as   soon   as   he   had
  indulged his first opportunity to talk of her; an irresistible impulse to see
  her and speak to her again。           He could scarcely call at her boarding…place;…
  … what possible proper excuse could a young white man have for visiting a
  colored   woman?         At   the   schoolhouse   she   would   be   surrounded   by   her
  pupils;   and   a   private   interview   would   be   as   difficult;   with   more   eyes   to
  remark and more tongues to comment upon it。                     He might address her by
  mail; but did not know how often she sent to the nearest post…office。                         A
  letter   mailed   in   the   town   must   pass   through   the   hands   of   a   postmaster
  notoriously   inquisitive   and   evil…minded;   who   was   familiar   with   Tryon's
  handwriting and had ample time to attend to other people's business。                        To
  meet the teacher alone on the road seemed scarcely feasible; according to
  Plato's   statement。      A  messenger;  then;  was   not   only  the  least of   several
  evils; but really the only practicable way to communicate with Rena。                        He
  thought   he   could   trust   Plato;   though   miserably   aware   that   he   could   not
  trust himself where this girl was concerned。
  The letter handed by Tryon to Plato; and by the latter delivered with
  due secrecy and precaution; ran as follows:
  DEAR   MISS   WARWICK;You   may   think   it   strange   that   I   should
  address   you   after   what   has   passed   between   us;   but   learning         from   my
  mother of your presence in the neighborhood; I am constrained to believe
  that you   do   not   find my  proximity  embarrassing;  and I   cannot   resist   the
  wish to meet you at least once more; and talk over the circumstances of
  our   former   friendship。       From   a   practical   point   of   view   this   may   seem
  superfluous; as the matter has been definitely settled。                 I have no desire to
  find fault with you; on the contrary; I wish to set myself right with regard
  to my own actions; and to assure you of my good wishes。                     In other words;
  since   we   must   part;   I   would   rather   we   parted   friends   than   enemies。      If
  nature and society or Fate; to put it another wayhave decreed that we
  cannot live together; it is nevertheless possible that we may carry into the
  future    a   pleasant    though    somewhat       sad   memory      of  a  past   friendship。
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  Will    you   not   grant  me    one   interview?     I  appreciate    the   difficulty  of
  arranging it; I have found it almost as hard to communicate with you by
  letter。   I will suit myself to your convenience and meet you at any time
  and   place   you   may   designate。     Please   answer   by  bearer;   who   I   think   is
  trustworthy;       and    believe     me;    whatever       your    answer      may     be;
  Respectfully yours;                                                    G。 T。
  The next day but one Tryon received through the mail the following
  reply to his letter:
  GEORGE TRYON; ESQ。
  Dear Sir;I have requested your messenger to say that I will answer
  your letter by mail; which I shall now proceed to do。               I assure you that I
  was entirely ignorant of your residence in this neighborhood; or it would
  have been the last place on earth in which I should have set foot。
  As to our past relations; they were ended by your own act。                 I frankly
  confess     that  I  deceived     you;   I  have   paid   the   penalty;   and   have    no
  complaint to make。        I appreciate the delicacy which has made you respect
  my   brother's   secret;   and   thank   you   for   it。 I   remember   the   whole   affair
  with shame and humiliation; and would willingly forget it。
  As to a future interview; I do not see what good it would do either of
  us。   You are white; and you have given me to understand that I am black。
  I accept the classification; however unfair; and the consequences; however
  unjust; one of which is that we cannot meet in the same parlor; in the same
  church;   at   the   same   table;   or   anywhere;    in  social  intercourse;    upon    a
  steamboat we would not sit at the same table; we could not walk together
  on   the   street;   or   meet   publicly   anywhere   and   converse;   without   unkind
  remark。      As a white man; this might not mean a great deal to you; as a
  woman;   shut   out   already   by   my   color   from   much   that   is   desirable;   my
  good name remains my most valuable possession。                  I beg of you to let me
  alone。    The best possible proof you can give me of your good wishes is to
  relinquish any desire or attempt to see me。            I shall have finished my work
  here in a few days。        I have other troubles; of which you know nothing;
  and any meeting with you would only add to a burden which is already as
  much as I can bear。        To speak of parting is superfluous we have