首页 >出版文学> The Works of Rudyard Kipling One>第90章
  “Forpity’ssake,don’tsaythat!Itellyou,itISgoodandmostenviableThinkofmyconsolations!”
  “Haveyousomany,then,McIntosh?”
  “Certainly;yourattemptsatsarcasmwhichisessentiallytheweaponofaculturedman,arecrudeFirst,myattainments,myclassicalandliteraryknowledge,blurred,perhaps,byimmoderatedrinking——
  whichremindsmethatbeforemysoulwenttotheGodslastnight,I
  soldthePickeringHoraceyousokindlylentmeDittaMulltheClothesmanhasitItfetchedtenannas,andmayberedeemedforarupee——butstillinfinitelysuperiortoyoursSecondly,theabidingaffectionofMrsMcIntosh,bestofwivesThirdly,amonument,moreenduringthanbrass,whichIhavebuiltupinthesevenyearsofmydegradation。”
  Hestoppedhere,andcrawledacrosstheroomforadrinkofwater。
  Hewasveryshakyandsick。
  Hereferredseveraltimestohis“treasure“——somegreatpossessionthatheowned——butIheldthistobetheravingofdrinkHewasaspoorandasproudashecouldbeHismannerwasnotpleasant,butheknewenoughaboutthenatives,amongwhomsevenyearsofhislifehadbeenspent,tomakehisacquaintanceworthhavingHeusedactuallytolaughatStricklandasanignorantman——“ignorantWestandEast“——hesaidHisboastwas,first,thathewasanOxfordManofrareandshiningparts,whichmayormaynothavebeentrue——I
  didnotknowenoughtocheckhisstatements——and,secondly,thathe“hadhishandonthepulseofnativelife“——whichwasafactAsanOxfordman,hestruckmeasaprig:hewasalwaysthrowinghiseducationaboutAsaMahommedanfaquir——asMcIntoshJellaludin——hewasallthatIwantedformyownendsHesmokedseveralpoundsofmytobacco,andtaughtmeseveralouncesofthingsworthknowing;
  buthewouldneveracceptanygifts,notevenwhenthecoldweathercame,andgrippedthepoorthinchestunderthepoorthinalpaca-
  coatHegrewveryangry,andsaidthatIhadinsultedhim,andthathewasnotgoingintohospitalHehadlivedlikeabeastandhewoulddierationally,likeaman。
  Asamatteroffact,hediedofpneumonia;andonthenightofhisdeathsentoveragrubbynoteaskingmetocomeandhelphimtodie。
  ThenativewomanwasweepingbythesideofthebedMcIntosh,wrappedinacottoncloth,wastooweaktoresentafurcoatbeingthrownoverhimHewasveryactiveasfarashismindwasconcerned,andhiseyeswereblazingWhenhehadabusedtheDoctorwhocamewithmesofoullythattheindignantoldfellowleft,hecursedmeforafewminutesandcalmeddown。
  Thenhetoldhiswifetofetchout“TheBook“fromaholeinthewallShebroughtoutabigbundle,wrappedinthetailofapetticoat,ofoldsheetsofmiscellaneousnote-paper,allnumberedandcoveredwithfinecrampedwritingMcIntoshploughedhishandthroughtherubbishandstirredituplovingly。
  “This。”hesaid,“ismywork——theBookofMcIntoshJellaludin,showingwhathesawandhowhelived,andwhatbefellhimandothers;beingalsoanaccountofthelifeandsinsanddeathofMotherMaturinWhatMirzaMuradAliBeg’sbookistoallotherbooksonnativelife,willmyworkbetoMirzaMuradAliBeg’s!”
  This,aswillbeconcededbyanyonewhoknowsMirzaAliBeg’sbook,wasasweepingstatementThepapersdidnotlookspeciallyvaluable;butMcIntoshhandledthemasiftheywerecurrency-notes。
  Thenhesaidslowly:——“Indespitethemanyweaknessesofyoureducation,youhavebeengoodtomeIwillspeakofyourtobaccowhenIreachtheGodsIoweyoumuchthanksformanykindnesses。
  ButIabominateindebtednessForthisreasonIbequeathtoyounowthemonumentmoreenduringthanbrass——myonebook——rudeandimperfectinparts,butoh,howrareinothers!IwonderifyouwillunderstanditItisagiftmorehonorablethanBah!
  whereismybrainramblingto?YouwillmutilateithorriblyYouwillknockoutthegemsyoucall’Latinquotations,’youPhilistine,andyouwillbutcherthestyletocarveintoyourownjerkyjargon;
  butyoucannotdestroythewholeofitIbequeathittoyou。
  EthelMybrainagain!MrsMcIntosh,bearwitnessthatI
  givethesahiballthesepapersTheywouldbeofnousetoyou,Heartofmyheart;andIlayituponyou。”heturnedtomehere,“thatyoudonotletmybookdieinitspresentformItisyoursunconditionally——thestoryofMcIntoshJellaludin,whichisNOT
  thestoryofMcIntoshJellaludin,butofagreatermanthanhe,andofafargreaterwomanListennow!Iamneithermadnordrunk!
  Thatbookwillmakeyoufamous。”
  Isaid,“thankyou。”asthenativewomanputthebundleintomyarms。
  “Myonlybaby!”saidMcIntoshwithasmileHewassinkingfast,buthecontinuedtotalkaslongasbreathremainedIwaitedfortheend:knowingthat,insixcasesoutoftenthedyingmancallsforhismotherHeturnedonhissideandsaid:——
  “SayhowitcameintoyourpossessionNoonewillbelieveyou,butmyname,atleast,willliveYouwilltreatitbrutally,IknowyouwillSomeofitmustgo;thepublicarefoolsandprudishfoolsIwastheirservantonceButdoyourmanglinggently——verygentlyItisagreatwork,andIhavepaidforitinsevenyears’
  damnation。”
  Hisvoicestoppedfortenortwelvebreaths,andthenhebeganmumblingaprayerofsomekindinGreekThenativewomancriedverybitterlyLastly,heroseinbedandsaid,asloudlyasslowly:——“Notguilty,myLord!”
  Thenhefellback,andthestuporheldhimtillhediedThenativewomanranintotheSeraiamongthehorsesandscreamedandbeatherbreasts;forshehadlovedhim。
  PerhapshislastsentenceinlifetoldwhatMcIntoshhadoncegonethrough;but,savingthebigbundleofoldsheetsinthecloth,therewasnothinginhisroomtosaywhoorwhathehadbeen。
  Thepaperswereinahopelessmuddle。
  Stricklandhelpedmetosortthem,andhesaidthatthewriterwaseitheranextremeliaroramostwonderfulpersonHethoughttheformerOneofthesedays,youmaybeabletojudgeforyourself。
  ThebundleneededmuchexpurgationandwasfullofGreeknonsense,attheheadofthechapters,whichhasallbeencutout。
  Ifthethingsareeverpublishedsomeonemayperhapsrememberthisstory,nowprintedasasafeguardtoprovethatMcIntoshJellaludinandnotImyselfwrotetheBookofMotherMaturin。
  Idon’twanttheGiant’sRobetocometrueinmycase。
  VOLUMEVITHELIGHTTHATFAILED
  THELIGHTTHATFAILED
  CHAPTERI
  SowesettleditallwhenthestormwasdoneAscomf’yascomf’ycouldbe;
  AndIwastowaitinthebarn,mydears,BecauseIwasonlythree;
  AndTeddywouldruntotherainbow’sfoot,Becausehewasfiveandaman;
  Andthat’showitallbegan,mydears,Andthat’showitallbegan——
  BigBarnStories。
  ’WHATdoyouthinkshe’ddoifshecaughtus?Weoughtn’ttohaveit,youknow,’saidMaisie。
  ’Beatme,andlockyouupinyourbedroom,’Dickanswered,withouthesitation’Haveyougotthecartridges?’
  “Yes;they’reinmypocket,buttheyarejogglinghorriblyDopin-firecartridgesgooffoftheirownaccord?’
  ’Don’tknowTaketherevolver,ifyouareafraid,andletmecarrythem。’
  “I’mnotafraid。’Maisiestrodeforwardswiftly,ahandinherpocketandherchinintheairDickfollowedwithasmallpin-firerevolver-
  Thechildrenhaddiscoveredthattheirliveswouldbeunendurablewithoutpistol-practiceAftermuchforethoughtandself-denial,Dickhadsavedsevenshillingsandsixpence,thepriceofabadlyconstructedBelgianrevolverMaisiecouldonlycontributehalfacrowntothesyndicateforthepurchaseofahundredcartridges’YoucansavebetterthanIcan,Dick,’sheexplained;’Ilikenicethingstoeat,anditdoesn’tmattertoyouBesides,boysoughttodothesethings。’
  Dickgrumbledalittleatthearrangement,butwentoutandmadethepurchase,whichthechildrenwerethenontheirwaytotest。
  RevolversdidnotlieintheschemeoftheirdailylifeasdecreedforthembytheguardianwhowasincorrectlysupposedtostandintheplaceofamothertothesetwoorphansDickhadbeenunderhercareforsixyears,duringwhichtimeshehadmadeherprofitoftheallowancessupposedtobeexpendedonhisclothes,and,partlythroughthoughtlessness,partlythroughanaturaldesiretopain,——shewasawidowofsomeyearsanxioustomarryagain,——hadmadehisdaysburdensomeonhisyoungshoulders-
  Wherehehadlookedforlove,shegavehimfirstaversionandthenhate-
  Wherehegrowingolderhadsoughtalittlesympathy,shegavehimridiculeThemanyhoursthatshecouldsparefromtheorderingofhersmallhouseshedevotedtowhatshecalledthehome-trainingofDickHeldarHerreligion,manufacturedinthemainbyherownintelligenceandakeenstudyoftheScriptures,wasanaidtoherinthismatter。
  AtsuchtimesassheherselfwasnotpersonallydispleasedwithDick,shelefthimtounderstandthathehadaheavyaccounttosettlewithhisCreator;whereforeDicklearnedtoloathehisGodasintenselyasheloathedMrsJennett;andthisisnotawholesomeframeofmindfortheyoungSinceshechosetoregardhimasahopelessliar,butaneconomicalandself-containedone,neverthrowingawaytheleastunnecessaryfib,andneverhesitatingattheblackest,wereitonlyplausible,thatmightmakehislifealittleeasierThetreatmenttaughthimatleastthepoweroflivingalone,——apowerthatwasofservicetohimwhenhewenttoapublicschoolandtheboyslaughedathisclothes,whichwerepoorinqualityandmuchmendedIntheholidayshereturnedtotheteachingsofMrsJennett,and,thatthechainofdisciplinemightnotbeweakenedbyassociationwiththeworld,wasgenerallybeaten,ononeaccountoranother,beforehehadbeentwelvehoursunderherroof-
  Theautumnofoneyearbroughthimacompanioninbondage,along-haired,gray-eyedlittleatom,asself-containedashimself,whomovedaboutthehousesilentlyandforthefirstfewweeksspokeonlytothegoatthatwasherchiefestfriendonearthandlivedintheback-gardenMrsJennettobjectedtothegoatonthegroundsthathewasun-Christian,——whichhecertainlywas’Then,’saidtheatom,choosingherwordsverydeliberately,’Ishallwritetomylawyer-peoplesandtellthemthatyouareaverybadwoman。
  Amommaismine,mine,mine!’MrsJennettmadeamovementtothehall,wherecertainumbrellasandcanesstoodinarackTheatomunderstoodasclearlyasDickwhatthismeant’Ihavebeenbeatenbefore,’shesaid,stillinthesamepassionlessvoice;’IhavebeenbeatenworsethanyoucaneverbeatmeIfyoubeatmeIshallwritetomylawyer-peoplesandtellthemthatyoudonotgivemeenoughtoeatIamnotafraidofyou。’MrsJennettdidnotgointothehall,andtheatom,afterapausetoassureherselfthatalldangerofwarwaspast,wentout,toweepbitterlyonAmomma’sneck-
  DicklearnedtoknowherasMaisie,andatfirstmistrustedherprofoundly,forhefearedthatshemightinterferewiththesmalllibertyofactionlefttohimShedidnot,however;andshevolunteerednofriendlinessuntilDickhadtakenthefirststepsLongbeforetheholidayswereover,thestressofpunishmentsharedincommondrovethechildrentogether,ifitwereonlytoplayintoeachother’shandsastheypreparedliesforMrsJennett’suseWhenDickreturnedtoschool,Maisiewhispered,’NowIshallbeallalonetotakecareofmyself;
  but,’andshenoddedherheadbravely,’IcandoitYoupromisedtosendAmommaagrasscollarSenditsoon。’Aweeklatersheaskedforthatcollarbyreturnofpost,andwanotpleasedwhenshelearnedthatittooktimetomakeWhenatlastDickforwardedthegift,sheforgottothankhimforit-
  Manyholidayshadcomeandgonesincethatday,andDickhadgrownintoalankyhobbledehoymorethaneverconsciousofhisbadclothes。
  NotforamomenthadMrsJennettrelaxedhertendercareofhim,buttheaveragecaningsofapublicschool——Dickfellunderpunishmentaboutthreetimesamonth——filledhimwithcontemptforherpowers。
  ’Shedoesn’thurt,’heexplainedtoMaisie,whourgedhimtorebellion,’andsheiskindertoyouaftershehaswhackedme。’Dickshambledthroughthedaysunkemptinbodyandsavageinsoul,asthesmallerboysoftheschoollearnedtoknow,forwhenthespiritmovedhimhewouldhitthem,cunninglyandwithscienceThesamespiritmadehimmorethanoncetrytoteaseMaisie,butthegirlrefusedtobemadeunhappy’Wearebothmiserableasitis,’saidshe’Whatistheuseoftryingtomakethingsworse?Let’sfindthingstodo,andforgetthings。’