首页 >出版文学> The Works of Rudyard Kipling One>第115章
  ’I——IsupposesoBytheway,howlongdoyouthinkthiswarwilllast?’
  ’Days,weeks,ormonthsOnecannevertellItmaygoonforyears。’
  ’IwishIweregoing。’
  ’GoodHeavens!You’rethemostunaccountablecreature!Hasn’titoccurredtoyouthatyou’regoingtobemarried——thankstome?’
  ’Ofcourse,yesI’mgoingtobemarried——soIamGoingtobemarried。
  I’mawfullygratefultoyouHaven’tItoldyouthat?’
  ’Youmightbegoingtobehangedbythelookofyou,’saidTorpenhow。
  AndthenextdayTorpenhowbadehimgood-byeandlefthimtothelonelinesshehadsomuchdesired。
  CHAPTERXIV
  Yetatthelast,ereourspearmenhadfoundhim,Yetatthelast,ereasword-thrustcouldsave,Yetatthelast,withhismastersaroundhim,HeoftheFaithspokeasmastertoslave;
  Yetatthelast,tho’theKafirshadmaimedhim,Brokenbybondageandwreckedbythereiver,——
  Yetatthelast,tho’thedarknesshadclaimedhim,HecalleduponAllahanddiedabeliever——
  Kizzilbashi。
  ’BEGyourpardon,MrHeldar,but——butisn’tnothin’goingtohappen?’
  saidMrBeeton。
  ’No!’Dickhadjustwakedtoanothermorningofblankdespairandhistemperwasoftheshortest。
  ’’Tain’tmyregularbusiness,o’course,sir;andwhatIsayis,“Mindyourownbusinessandletotherpeoplemindtheirs;“butjustbeforeMr。
  Torpenhowwentawayhegivemetounderstand,like,thatyoumightbemovingintoahouseofyourown,sotospeak——asortofhousewithroomsupstairsanddownstairswhereyou’dbebetterattendedto,thoughI
  trytoactjustbyallourtenantsDon’tI?’
  ’Ah!Thatmusthavebeenamad-houseIshan’ttroubleyoutotakemethereyetGetmemybreakfast,please,andleavemealone。’
  ’IhopeIhaven’tdoneanythingwrong,sir,butyouknowIhopethatasfarasamancanItriestodotheproperthingbyallthegentlemeninchambers——andmoreparticularthosewhoselotishard——suchasyou,forinstance,MrHeldarYoulikessoft-roebloater,don’tyou?
  Soft-roebloatersisscarcerthanhard-roe,butwhatIsaysis,“Nevermindalittleextratroublesolongasyougivesatisfactiontothetenants。”’
  MrBeetonwithdrewandleftDicktohimselfTorpenhowhadbeenlongaway;therewasnomoreriotinginthechambers,andDickhadsettleddowntohisnewlife,whichhewasweakenoughtoconsidernothingbetterthandeath。
  Itishardtolivealoneinthedark,confusingthedayandnight;
  droppingtosleepthroughsheerwearinessatmid-day,andrisingrestlessinthechillofthedawnAtfirstDick,onhisawakenings,wouldgropealongthecorridorsofthechamberstillheheardsomeonesnoreThenhewouldknowthatthedayhadnotyetcome,andreturnwearilytohisbedroom。
  LaterhelearnednottostirtilltherewasanoiseandmovementinthehouseandMrBeetonadvisedhimtogetupOncedressed——anddressing,nowthatTorpenhowwasaway,wasalengthybusiness,becausecollars,ties,andthelikehidthemselvesinfarcornersoftheroom,andsearchmeanthead-beatingagainstchairsandtrunks——oncedressed,therewasnothingwhatevertodoexcepttositstillandbroodtillthethreedailymealscameCenturiesseparatedbreakfastfromlunchandlunchfromdinner,andthoughamanprayedforhundredsofyearsthathismindmightbetakenfromhim,GodwouldneverhearRatherthemindwasquickenedandtherevolvingthoughtsgroundagainsteachotherasmillstonesgrindwhenthereisnocornbetween;andyetthebrainwouldnotwearoutandgivehimrestItcontinuedtothink,atlength,withimageryandallmannerofreminiscencesItrecalledMaisieandpastsuccess,recklesstravelsbylandandsea,thegloryofdoingworkandfeelingthatitwasgood,andsuggestedallthatmighthavehappenedhadtheeyesonlybeenfaithfultotheirdutyWhenthinkingceasedthroughsheerweariness,therepouredintoDick’ssoultideontideofoverwhelming,purposelessfear——dreadofstarvationalways,terrorlesttheunseenceilingshouldcrushdownuponhim,fearoffireinthechambersandalouse’sdeathinredflame,andagoniesoffiercerhorrorthathadnothingtodowithanyfearofdeathThenDickbowedhishead,andclutchingthearmsofhischairfoughtwithhissweatingselftillthetinkleofplatestoldhimthatsomethingtoeatwasbeingsetbeforehim。
  MrBeetonwouldbringthemealwhenhehadtimetospare,andDicklearnedtohanguponhisspeech,whichdealtwithbadlyfittedgas-plugs,waste-pipesoutofrepair,littletricksfordrivingpicture-nailsintowalls,andthesinsofthecharwomanorthehousemaidsInthelackofbetterthingsthesmallgossipofaservant’’hallbecomesimmenselyinteresting,andthescrewingofawasheronatapaneventtobetalkedoverfordays。
  Onceortwiceaweek,too,MrBeetonwouldtakeDickoutwithhimwhenhewentmarketinginthemorningtohagglewithtradesmenoverfish,lamp-wicks,mustard,tapioca,andsoforth,whileDickrestedhisweightfirstononefootandthenontheotherandplayedaimlesslywiththetinsandstring-ballonthecounterThentheywouldperhapsmeetoneofMrBeeton’sfriends,andDick,standingasidealittle,wouldholdhispeacetillMrBeetonwaswillingtogoonagain。
  Thelifedidnotincreasehisself-respectHeabandonedshavingasadangerousexercise,andbeingshavedinabarber’sshopmeantexposureofhisinfirmityHecouldnotseethathisclotheswereproperlybrushed,andsincehehadnevertakenanycareofhispersonalappearancehebecameeveryknownvarietyofslovenAblindmancannotdealwithcleanlinesstillhehasbeensomemonthsusedtothedarknessIfhedemandattendanceandgrowangryatthewantofit,hemustasserthimselfandstanduprightThenthemeanestmenialcanseethatheisblindand,therefore,ofnoconsequenceAwisemanwillkeephiseyesonthefloorandsitstillForamusementhemaypickcoallumpbylumpoutofthescuttlewiththetongsandpileitinalittleheapinthefender,keepingcountofthelumps,whichmustallbeputbackagain,onebyoneandverycarefullyHemaysethimselfsumsifhecarestoworkthemout;hemaytalktohimselfortothecatifshechoosestovisithim;
  andifhistradehasbeenthatofanartist,hemaysketchintheairwithhisforefinger;butthatistoomuchlikedrawingapigwiththeeyesshutHemaygotohisbookshelvesandcounthisbooks,rangingtheminorderoftheirsize;ortohiswardrobeandcounthisshirts,layingtheminpilesoftwoorthreeonthebed,astheysufferfromfrayedcuffsorlostbuttons。
  Eventhisentertainmentweariesafteratime;andallthetimesarevery,verylong。
  Dickwasallowedtosortatool-chestwhereMrBeetonkepthammers,tapsandnuts,lengthsofgas-pipes,oil-bottles,andstring。
  ’IfIdon’thaveeverythingjustwhereIknowwheretolookforit,why,then,Ican’tfindanythingwhenIdowantitYou’venoidea,sir,theamountoflittlethingsthatthesechambersusesup,’saidMr。
  Beeton。
  Fumblingatthehandleofthedoorashewentout:’It’shardonyou,sir,Idothinkit’shardonyouAin’tyougoingtodoanything,sir?’
  ’I’llpaymyrentandmessingIsn’tthatenough?’
  ’Iwasn’tdoubtingforamomentthatyoucouldn’tpayyourway,sir;
  butI’aveoftensaidtomywife,“It’s’ardon’imbecauseitisn’tasifhewasanoldman,noryetamiddle-agedone,butquiteayounggentleman。
  That’swhereitcomesso’ard。”’
  ’Isupposeso,’saidDick,absentlyThisparticularnervethroughlongbatteringhadceasedtofeel——much。
  ’Iwasthinking,’continuedMrBeeton,stillmakingasiftogo,’thatyoumightliketohearmyboyAlfreadyouthepaperssometimesofaneveningHedoreadbeautiful,seeinghe’sonlynine。’
  ’Ishouldbeverygrateful,’saidDick’Onlyletmemakeitworthhiswhile。’
  ’Wewasn’tthinkingofthat,sir,butofcourseit’sinyourown’ands;
  butonlyto’earAlfsing“ABoy’sbestFriendis’isMother!”Ah!’
  ’I’llhearhimsingthattooLethimcomethiseveningwiththenewspapers。’
  Alfwasnotanicechild,beingpuffedupwithmanyschool-boardcertificatesforgoodconduct,andinordinatelyproudofhissingingMr。
  Beetonremained,beaming,whilethechildwailedhiswaythroughasongofsomeeighteight-lineversesintheusualwhineofayoungCockney,and,aftercompliments,lefthimtoreadDicktheforeigntelegramsTenminuteslaterAlfreturnedtohisparentsratherpaleandscared。
  ’’Esaid’ecouldn’tstanditnomore,’heexplained。
  ’Heneversaidyoureadbadly,Alf?’MrsBeetonspoke。
  ’No’EsaidIreadbeautifulSaid’enever’eardanyonereadlikethat,but’esaid’ecouldn’tabidethestuffinthepapers。’
  ’P’rapshe’slostsomemoneyintheStocksWereyoureadin’himaboutStocks,Alf?’
  ’No;itwasallaboutfightin’outtherewherethesoldiersisgone——agreatlongpiecewithallthelinesclosetogetherandveryhardwordsinit’E
  giveme’arfacrownbecauseIreadsowellAnd’esaysthenexttimethere’sanything’ewantsread’e’llsendforme。’
  ’That’sgoodhearing,butIdothinkforallthehalf-crown——putitintothekicking-donkeymoney-box,Alf,andletmeseeyoudoit——hemighthavekeptyoulongerWhy,hecouldn’thavebeguntounderstandhowbeautifulyouread。’
  ’He’sbestlefttohisself——gentlemenalwaysarewhenthey’redownhearted,’saidMrBeeton。
  Alf’srigorouslylimitedpowersofcomprehendingTorpenhow’sspecialcorrespondencehadwakedthedevilofunrestinDickHecouldhear,throughtheboy’snasalchant,thecamelsgruntinginthesquaresbehindthesoldiersoutsideSuakin;couldhearthemenswearingandchaffingacrossthecookingpots,andcouldsmelltheacridwood-smokeasitdriftedovercampbeforethewindofthedesert。
  ThatnightheprayedtoGodthathismindmightbetakenfromhim,offeringforproofthathewasworthyofthisfavourthefactthathehadnotshothimselflongagoThatprayerwasnotanswered,andindeedDickknewinhisheartofheartsthatonlyalingeringsenseofhumourandnospecialvirtuehadkepthimaliveSuicide,hehadpersuadedhimself,wouldbealudicrousinsulttothegravityofthesituationaswellasaweak-kneedconfessionoffear。
  ’Justforthefunofthething,’hesaidtothecat,whohadtakenBinkie’splaceinhisestablishment,’IshouldliketoknowhowlongthisisgoingtolastIcanliveforayearonthehundredpoundsTorpcashedformeI
  musthavetwoorthreethousandatleastintheBank——twentyorthirtyyearsmoreprovidedfor,thatistosayThenIfallbackonmyhundredandtwentyayear,whichwillbemorebythattimeLet’sconsider。
  Twenty-five——thirty-five——aman’sinhisprimethen,theysay——forty-five——amiddle-agedmanjustenteringpolitics——fifty-five——“diedatthecomparativelyearlyageoffifty-five。”accordingtothenewspapersBah!HowtheseChristiansfunkdeath!
  Sixty-five——we’reonlygettingoninyearsSeventy-fiveisjustpossible,though。
  Greathell,catO!fiftyyearsmoreofsolitaryconfinementinthedark!You’lldie,andBeetonwilldie,andTorpwilldie,andMai——everybodyelsewilldie,butIshallbealiveandkickingwithnothingtodoI’mverysorryformyselfIshouldlikesomeoneelsetobesorryformeEvidentlyI’mnotgoingmabeforeIdie,butthepain’sjustasbadaseverSomedaywhenyou’revivisected,catO!they’lltieyoudownonalittletableandcutyouopen——butdon’tbeafraid;they’lltakepreciousgoodcarethatyoudon’tdieYou’lllive,andyou’llbeverysorrythenthatyouweren’tsorryformePerhapsTorpwillcomebackorIwishIcouldgotoTorpandtheNilghai,eventhoughIwereintheirway。’
  Pussylefttheroombeforethespeechwasended,andAlf,asheentered,foundDickaddressingtheemptyhearth-rug。
  ’There’saletterforyou,sir,’hesaid’Perhapsyou’dlikemetoreadit。’
  ’LendittomeforaminuteandI’lltellyou。’
  Theoutstretchedhandshookjustalittleandthevoicewasnotover-steadyItwaswithinthelimitsofhumanpossibilitythat——thatwasnoletterfromMaisieHeknewtheheftofthreeclosedenvelopesonlytoowellItwasafoolishhopethatthegirlshouldwritetohim,forhedidnotrealisethatthereisawrongwhichadmitsofnoreparationthoughtheevildoermaywithtearsandtheheart’sbestlovestrivetomendall。
  Itisbesttoforgetthatwrongwhetheritbecausedorendured,sinceitisasremedilessasbadworkonceputforward。
  ’Readit,then,’saidDick,andAlfbeganintoningaccordingtotherulesoftheBoardSchool——
  ’“Icouldhavegivenyoulove,Icouldhavegivenyouloyalty,suchasyouneverdreamedofDoyousupposeIcaredwhatyouwere?ButyouchosetowhistleeverythingdownthewindfornothingMyonlyexcuseforyouisthatyouaresoyoung。”