首页 >出版文学> Trent’s Trust and Other Stories>第29章
  InthisconscientiouswayweretheshacklesofthatunhallowedrelationshipslowlyrivetedontheunfortunateProssy。Inhisintercoursewithhiscomradesduringthenexttwoorthreedaystheirattitudewasshowninfrequentandostentatiouspraiseofhismother,andsuggestiveadvice,suchas:“Iwouldn’tstopatthesaloon,Prossy;youroldmotheriswantin’ye;“or,“Chuckthat’eretarpolinoveryourshoulders,Pross,anddon’ttakeyourwetdudsintothehousethatyeroldmother’sbinmakin’tidy。“Oddlyenough,muchofthisadvicewasquitesincere,andrepresented——foratleasttwentyminutes——thehonestsentimentsofthespeaker。
  Prosperwastouchedatwhatseemedarevivalofthesentimentunderwhichhehadacted,forgothisuneasiness,andbecamequitehimselfagain——afactalsonoticedbyhiscritics。“Ye’veonlytokeephimuptohisworkandhe’llbethewidder’sjoyagin,“saidCyrusBrewster。CertainlyhewassofarencouragedthathehadalongconversationwithMrs。Pottingerthatnight,withtheresultthatthenextmorningJoeWynbrook,CyrusBrewster,HankMann,andKentuckyIkewereinvitedtospendtheeveningatthenewhouse。
  Asthemen,cleanshirtedanddecentlyjacketed,filedintotheneatsittingroomwithitsbrightcarpet,itscheerfulfire,itssidetablewithasnowyclothonwhichshiningteaandcoffeepotswerestanding,theirheartsthrilledwithsatisfaction。Inalargestuffedrockingchair,Prossy’soldmother,wrappedupinashawlandsomemysteriousillhealthwhichseemedtoforbidanyexertion,receivedthemwithgenteellanguorandanextendedblackmitten。
  “Icannot,“saidMrs。Pottinger,withsadpensiveness,“offeryouthehospitalityofmyownhome,gentlemen——youremember,Prosper,dear,thelargesalonandourstaffofservantsatLexingtonAvenue!——butsincemysonhaspersuadedmetotakechargeofhishumblecot,Ihopeyouwillmakeallallowancesforitsdeficiencies——even,“sheadded,castingalookofmildreproachontheastonishedProsper——“evenifHEcannot。“
  “I’msureheoughtertobethankfultoye,ma’am,“saidJoeWynbrookquickly,“formakin’abreaktocomeheretolive,jestezwe’rethankful——speakin’fortherestofthiscamp——foryerlightin’usupezyou’redoin’!IreckonI’mspeakin’forthecrowd,“headded,lookingroundhim。
  Murmursof“That’sso“and“Youbet“passedthroughthecompany,andoneortwocastahalf-indignantglanceatProsper。
  “It’sonlynatural,“continuedMrs。Pottingerresignedly,“thathavinglivedsolongalone,mydearProspermayatfirstbealittleimpatientofhisoldmother’scontrol,andperhapsregrethisinvitation。“
  “Ohno,ma’am,“saidtheembarrassedProsper。
  ButherethemercurialWynbrookinterposedonbehalfofamityandthecamp’sespritdecorps。“Why,Lord!ma’am,he’sjestbinlongin’forye!Timesandtimesaginhe’stalkedaboutye;sayin’
  howefhecouldonlygetyeoutofyerFifthAvenuesaloontosharehishumblelotwithhimhere,he’ddiehappy!YOU’VEheardhimtalk,Brewster?“
  “Frequent,“repliedtheaccommodatingBrewster。
  “PartofthesimplerefreshmentIhavetoofferyou,“continuedMrs。Pottinger,ignoringfurthercomment,“isaviandtheexactqualityofwhichIamnotfamiliarwith,butwhichmysoninformsmeisagreatfavoritewithyou。IthasbeenpreparedbyLiSing,undermydirection。Prosper,dear,seethatthe——er——doughnuts——
  arebroughtinwiththecoffee。“
  Satisfactionbeamedonthefacesofthecompany,withperhapsthesoleexceptionofProsper。Asadishcontaininganumberofbrownglisteningspheresofbakeddoughwasbroughtin,themen’seyesshoneinsympatheticappreciation。Yetthatepicureanlightwasforamomentdulledaseachmangraspedasphere,andthensatmotionlesswithitinhishand,asifitwasaballandtheywerewaitingthesignalforplaying。
  “Iamtold,“saidMrs。Pottinger,withaglanceofChristiantoleranceatProsper,“thatlightnessisconsidereddesirablebysome——perhapsyougentlemenmayfindthemheavy。“
  “Tharistwokinds,“saidthediplomaticJoecheerfully,ashebegantonibblehis,sideways,likeasquirrel,“lightandheavy;
  somelikes’emoneway,andsomeanother。“
  Theywerehardandheavy,butthemen,assistedbythesteamingcoffee,finishedthemwithheroicpoliteness。“Andnow,gentlemen,“saidMrs。Pottinger,leaningbackinherchairandcalmlysurveyingtheparty,“youhavemypermissiontolightyourpipeswhileyoupartakeofsomewhiskeyandwater。“
  Theguestslookedup——gratifiedbutastonished。“Areyesure,ma’am,youdon’tmindit?“saidJoepolitely。
  “Notatall,“respondedMrs。Pottingerbriefly。“Infact,asmyphysicianadvisestheinhalationoftobaccosmokeformyasthmaticdifficulties,Iwilljoinyou。“Afteramoment’sfumblinginabeadedbagthathungfromherwaist,sheproducedasmallblackclaypipe,filleditfromthesamereceptacle,andlitit。
  Athrillofsurprisewentroundthecompany,anditwasnoticedthatProsperseemedequallyconfounded。Nevertheless,thisawkwardnesswasquicklyovercomebytheprivilegeandexamplegiventhem,andwith,aglassofwhiskeyandwaterbeforethem,themenwerespeedilyattheirease。NordidMrs。Pottingerdisdaintomingleintheirdesultorytalk。Sittingtherewithherblackpipeinhermouth,butstillpreciseandsuperior,shetoldathrillingwhalingadventureofProsper’sfatherdrawnevidentlyfromtheexperienceofthelamentedPottinger,whichnotonlydeeplyinterestedherhearers,butmomentarilyexaltedProsperintheirmindsasthesonofthathero。“Nowyouspeako’that,ma’am,“
  saidtheingenuousWynbrook,“there’sagooddealo’Prossyinthatyarno’hisfather’s;samekindo’keerlessgrit!Youremember,boys,thatdaythedambrokeandhestoodthar,thewateruptohisneck,heavin’logsinthebreaktillhestoppedit。“Briefly,theevening,inspiteofitsinitialculinaryfailureanditssurprises,wasadecidedsocialsuccess,andeventhebewilderedanddoubtingProsperwenttobedrelieved。Itwasfollowedbymanyandmoreinformalgatheringsatthehouse,andMrsPottingersofarunbent——ifthattermcouldbeusedofonewhoneveralteredherprimnessofmanner——astojoininagameofpoker——andevenpermittedherselftowin。
  ButbytheendofsixweeksanotherchangeintheirfeelingstowardsProsperseemedtocreepinsidiouslyoverthecamp。Hehadbeenreceivedintohisformerfellowship,andeventhepresenceofhismotherhadbecomefamiliar,buthebegantobeanobjectofsecretcommiseration。Theystillfrequentedthehouse,butamongthemselvesafterwardstheytalkedinwhispers。TherewasnodoubttothemthatProsper’soldmotherdranknotonlywhathersonhadprovided,butwhatshesurreptitiouslyobtainedfromthesaloon。
  Therewasthetestimonyofthebarkeeper,himselfconcernedequallywiththecampintheintegrityoftheRiggshousehold。Andtherewasanevendarkersuspicion。ButthismustbegiveninJoeWynbrook’sownwords:——
  “Ididn’tmindtheoldwomanwinnin’andwinnin’reg’lar——forpoker’sanunsartingame;——itain’tthemoneythatwe’relosin’——
  forit’sallinthecamp。Butwhenshe’sdevelopingahabito’
  holdin’FOURaceswhensomebodyelsehezTWO,whodon’tliketoletonbecauseit’sProsper’soldmother——it’sgettin’rough!Anddangeroustoo,gentlemen,iftherehappenedtobeanoutsiderin,oroneoftheboysshouldkick。Why,IsawBilsongrindhisteeth——
  heholdin’asequenceflush——acehigh——whenthedearoldcritterlaiddownherreg’larfouracesandrakedinthepile。Wehadtonearlykickhislegsoffunderthetableaforehe’dunderstand——nothavin’anoldmotherhimself。“
  “SomeunwillhevtotackleherwithoutProssyknowin’it。Foritwouldjestbreakhisheart,arterallhe’sgonethroughtogetherhere!“saidBrewstersignificantly。
  “OnlessheDIDknowitanditwasthatwhatmadehimsosorrowfulwhentheyfirstcame。B’gosh!Ineverthoughto’that,“saidWynbrook,withoneofhischaracteristicsuddenilluminations。
  “Well,gentlemen,whetherhedidornot,“saidthebarkeeperstoutly,“hemustneverknowthatWEknowit。No,notiftheoldgalcleansoutmybarandtakesthelastscadinthecamp。“
  Andtothisnoblesentimenttheyrespondedasoneman。
  Howfartheywouldhavebeenabletocarryoutthatheroicresolvewasneverknown,foraneventoccurredwhicheclipseditsimportance。OnemorningatbreakfastMrs。PottingerfixedacloudedeyeuponProsper。
  “Prosper,“shesaid,withfelldeliberation“yououghttoknowyouhaveasister。“
  “Yes,ma’am,“returnedProsper,withthatmeeknesswithwhichheusuallyreceivedthesefamilydisclosures。
  “Asister,“continuedthelady,“whomyouhaven’tseensinceyouwereachild;asisterwhoforfamilyreasonshasbeenlivingwithotherrelatives;agirlofnineteen。“
  “Yea,ma’am,“saidProsperhumbly。“Butefyouwouldn’tmindwritin’allthatdownonabito’paper——yeknowmyshortmemory!
  Iwouldgetitbyheartto-dayinthegulch。I’dhaveitallpatenoughbynight,ef,“headded,withashortsigh,“yewaskalkilatin’tomakeanyillusionstoitwhentheboysarehere。“
  “YoursisterAugusta,“continuedMrs。Pottinger,calmlyignoringthesedetails,“willbehereto-morrowtomakemeavisit。“
  ButherethewormProspernotonlyturned,butstoodup,nearlyupsettingthetable。“Itcan’tbedid,ma’amitMUSTN’Tbedid!“
  hesaidwildly。“It’senoughformetohaveplayedthiscampwithYOU——butnowtorunin“——
  “Can’tbedid!“repeatedMrs。Pottinger,risinginherturnandfixingupontheunfortunateProsperapairofmurkypiraticaleyesthathadoncequelledthesea-rovingPottinger。“Doyou,myadoptedson,daretotellmethatIcan’thavemyownfleshandbloodbeneathmyroof?“
  “Yes!I’drathertellthewholestory——I’drathertelltheboysI
  fooledthem——thangoonagain!“burstouttheexcitedProsper。