the two brothers-第9节
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are sincere in rallying to them。 Your son could be appointed
lieutenant…colonel to a regiment。〃
〃They only appoint nobles in the cavalry。 Philippe would never rise to
be a colonel;〃 said Madame Descoings。
Agathe; much alarmed; entreated Philippe to travel abroad; and put
himself at the service of some foreign power who; she thought; would
gladly welcome a staff officer of the Emperor。
〃Serve a foreign nation!〃 cried Philippe; with horror。
Agathe kissed her son with enthusiasm。
〃His father all over!〃 she exclaimed。
〃He is right;〃 said Joseph。 〃France is too proud of her heroes to let
them be heroic elsewhere。 Napoleon may return once more。〃
However; to satisfy his mother; Philippe took up the dazzling idea of
joining General Lallemand in the United States; and helping him to
found what was called the Champ d'Asile; one of the most disastrous
swindles that ever appeared under the name of national subscription。
Agathe gave ten thousand francs to start her son; and she went to
Havre to see him off。 By the end of 1817; she had accustomed herself
to live on the six hundred francs a year which remained to her from
her property in the Funds; then; by a lucky chance; she made a good
investment of the ten thousand francs she still kept of her savings;
from which she obtained an interest of seven per cent。 Joseph wished
to emulate his mother's devotion。 He dressed like a bailiff; wore the
commonest shoes and blue stockings; denied himself gloves; and burned
charcoal; he lived on bread and milk and Brie cheese。 The poor lad got
no sympathy; except from Madame Descoings; and from Bixiou; his
student…friend and comrade; who was then making those admirable
caricatures of his; and filling a small office in the ministry。
〃With what joy I welcomed the summer of 1818!〃 said Joseph Bridau in
after…years; relating his troubles; 〃the sun saved me the cost of
charcoal。〃
As good a colorist by this time as Gros himself; Joseph now went to
his master for consultation only。 He was already meditating a tilt
against classical traditions; and Grecian conventionalities; in short;
against the leading…strings which held down an art to which Nature AS
SHE IS belongs; in the omnipotence of her creations and her imagery。
Joseph made ready for a struggle which; from the day when he first
exhibited in the Salon; has never ceased。 It was a terrible year。
Roguin; the notary of Madame Descoings and Madame Bridau; absconded
with the moneys held back for seven years from Madame Descoings's
annuity; which by that time were producing two thousand francs a year。
Three days after this disaster; a bill of exchange for a thousand
francs; drawn by Philippe upon his mother; arrived from New York。 The
poor fellow; misled like so many others; had lost his all in the Champ
d'Asile。 A letter; which accompanied the bill; drove Agathe; Joseph;
and the Descoings to tears; and told of debts contracted in New York;
where his comrades in misfortunes had indorsed for him。
〃It was I who made him go!〃 cried the poor mother; eager to divert the
blame from Philippe。
〃I advise you not to send him on many such journeys;〃 said the old
Descoings to her niece。
Madame Descoings was heroic。 She continued to give the three thousand
francs a year to Madame Bridau; but she still paid the dues on her
trey which had never turned up since the year 1799。 About this time;
she began to doubt the honesty of the government; and declared it was
capable of keeping the three numbers in the urn; so as to excite the
shareholders to put in enormous stakes。 After a rapid survey of all
their resources; it seemed to the two women impossible to raise the
thousand francs without selling out the little that remained in the
Funds。 They talked of pawning their silver and part of the linen; and
even the needless pieces of furniture。 Joseph; alarmed at these
suggestions; went to see Gerard and told him their circumstances。 The
great painter obtained an order from the household of the king for two
copies of a portrait of Louis XVIII。; at five hundred francs each。
Though not naturally generous; Gros took his pupil to an artist…
furnishing house and fitted him out with the necessary materials。 But
the thousand francs could not be had till the copies were delivered;
so Joseph painted four panels in ten days; sold them to the dealers
and brought his mother the thousand francs with which to meet the bill
of exchange when it fell due。 Eight days later; came a letter from the
colonel; informing his mother that he was about to return to France on
board a packet from New York; whose captain had trusted him for the
passage…money。 Philippe announced that he should need at least a
thousand francs on his arrival at Havre。
〃Good;〃 said Joseph to his mother; 〃I shall have finished my copies by
that time; and you can carry him the money。〃
〃Dear Joseph!〃 cried Agathe in tears; kissing her son; 〃God will bless
you。 You do love him; then; poor persecuted fellow? He is indeed our
glory and our hope for the future。 So young; so brave; so unfortunate!
everything is against him; we three must always stand by him。〃
〃You see now that painting is good for something;〃 cried Joseph;
overjoyed to have won his mother's permission to be a great artist。
Madame Bridau rushed to meet her beloved son; Colonel Philippe; at
Havre。 Once there; she walked every day beyond the round tower built
by Francois I。; to look out for the American packet; enduring the
keenest anxieties。 Mothers alone know how such sufferings quicken
maternal love。 The vessel arrived on a fine morning in October; 1819;
without delay; and having met with no mishap。 The sight of a mother
and the air of one's native land produces a certain affect on the
coarsest nature; especially after the miseries of a sea…voyage。
Philippe gave way to a rush of feeling; which made Agathe think to
herself; 〃Ah! how he loves me!〃 Alas; the hero loved but one person in
the world; and that person was Colonel Philippe。 His misfortunes in
Texas; his stay in New York;a place where speculation and
individualism are carried to the highest pitch; where the brutality of
self…interest attains to cynicism; where man; essentially isolated; is
compelled to push his way for himself and by himself; where politeness
does not exist;in fact; even the minor events of Philippe's journey
had developed in him the worst traits of an old campaigner: he had
grown brutal; selfish; rude; he drank and smoked to excess; physical
hardships and poverty had depraved him。 Moreover; he considered
himself persecuted; and the effect of that idea is to make persons who
are unintelligent persecutors and bigots themselves。 To Philippe's
conception of life; the universe began at his head and ended at his
feet; and the sun shone for him alone。 The things he had seen in New
York; interpreted by his practical nature; carried away his last
scruples on the score of morality。 For such beings; there are but two
ways of existence。 Either they believe; or they do not believe; they
have the virtues of honest men; or they give themselves up to the
demands of necessity; in which case they proceed to turn their
slightest interests and each passing impulse of their passions into
necessities。
Such a system of life carries a man a long way。 It was only in
appearance that Colonel Philippe retained the frankness; plain…
dealing; and easy…going freedom of a soldier。 This made him; in
reality; very dangerous; he seemed as guileless as a child; but;
thinking only of himself; he never did anything without reflecting
what he had better do;like a wily lawyer planning some trick 〃a la
Maitre Gonin〃; words cost him nothing; and he said as many as he could
to get people to believe。 If; unfortunately; some one refused to
accept the explanations with which he justified the contradictions
between his conduct and his professions; the colonel; who was a good
shot and could defy the most adroit fencing…master; and possessed the
coolness of one to whom life is indifferent; was quite ready to demand
satisfaction for the first sharp word; and when a man shows himself
prepared for violence there is little more to be said。 His imposing
stature had taken on a certain rotundity; his face was bronzed from
exposure in Texas; he was still succinct in speech; and had acquired
the decisive tone of a man obliged to make himself feared among the
populations of a new world。 Thus developed; plainly dressed; his body
trained to endurance by his recent hardships; Philippe in the eyes of
his mother was a hero; in point of fact; he had simply become what
people (not to mince matters) call a blackguard。
Shocked at the destitution of her cherished son; Madame Bridau bought
him a complete outfit of clothes at Havre。 After listening to the tale
of his woes; she had not the heart to stop his drinking and eating and
amusing himself as a man just r