第29章

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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’sfather(drawnevidentlyfromtheexperienceofthelamentedPottinger),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。