the woman-haters-第7节
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unexpected success and zeal。 Atkins; for the first day or two;
watched him intently; being still a trifle suspicious and fearful of
his 〃substitute assistant。〃 But as time passed and the latter asked
no more questions; seemed not in the least curious concerning his
superior; and remained the same cool; easy…going; cheerful
individual whom Seth had found asleep on the beach; the
lightkeeper's suspicions were ended。 It was true that Brown was as
mysterious and secretive as ever concerning his own past; but that
had been a part of their bargain。 Atkins; who prided himself on
being a judge of human nature; decided that his helper was a young
gentleman in trouble; but that the trouble; whatever it might be;
involved nothing criminal or dishonest。 That he was a gentleman; he
was surehis bearing and manner proved that; but he was a gentleman
who did not 〃put on airs。〃 Not that there was any reason why he
should put on airs; but; so far as that was concerned; there was no
apparent reason for the monumental conceit and condescension of some
of the inflated city boarders in the village。 Brown was not like
those people at all。
Seth had taken a fancy to him at their first meeting。 Now his
liking steadily increased。 Companionship in a lonely spot like
Eastboro Twin…Lights is a test of a man's temper。 Brown stood the
test well。 If he made mistakes in the workand he did make some
ridiculous oneshe cheerfully undid them when they were pointed out
to him。 He was; for the most part; good…natured and willing to
talk; though there were periods when he seemed depressed and
wandered off by himself along the beach or sat by the edge of the
bluff; staring out to sea。 The lightkeeper made no comment on this
trait in his character。 It helped to confirm his own judgment
concerning the young fellow's trouble。 People in trouble were
subject to fits of the 〃blues;〃 and during these fits they liked to
be alone。 Seth knew this from his own experience。 There were times
when he; too; sought solitude。
He trusted his helper more and more。 He did not; of course; permit
him to take the night watch in the lights; but he did trust him to
the extent of leaving him alone for a whole afternoon while he drove
the old horse; attached to the antique 〃open wagon〃both steed and
vehicle a part of the government propertyover to Eastboro to
purchase tobacco and newspapers at the store。 On his return he
found everything as it should be; and this test led him to make
others; each of which was successful in proving John Brown faithful
over a few things and; therefore; in time; to be intrusted with many
and more important ones。
Brown; on his part; liked Seth。 He had professed to like him during
the conversation at the breakfast table which resulted in his
remaining at the lights; but then he was not entirely serious。 He
was; of course; grateful for the kindness shown him by the odd
longshoreman and enjoyed the latter's society and droll remarks as
he would have enjoyed anything out of the ordinary and quaintly
amusing。 But now he really liked the man。 Seth Atkins was a
countryman; and a marked contrast to any individual Brown had ever
met; but he was far from being a fool。 He possessed a fund of dry
common sense; and his comments on people and happenings in the
worlda knowledge of which he derived from the newspapers and
magazines obtained on his trips to Eastborowere a constant
delight。 And; more than all; he respected his companion's desire to
remain a mystery。 Brown decided that Atkins was; as he had jokingly
called him; a man with a past。 What that past might be; he did not
know or try to learn。 〃Mind your own business;〃 Seth had declared
to be the motto of Eastboro Twin…Lights; and that motto suited both
parties to the agreement。
The lightkeeper stood watch in the tower at night。 During most of
the day he slept; but; after the first week was over; and his trust
in his helper became more firm; he developed the habit of rising at
two in the afternoon; eating a breakfastor dinner; or whatever the
meal might be calledand wandering off along the crooked road
leading south and in the direction of Pounddug Slough。 The road;
little used and grass grown; twisted and turned amid the dunes until
it disappeared in a distant grove of scrub oaks and pitch pines。
Each afternoonexcept on Sundays and on the occasions of his
excursions to the villageAtkins would rise from the table; saunter
to the door to look at the weather; and then; without excuse or
explanation; start slowly down the road。 For the first hundred
yards he sauntered; then the saunter became a brisk walk; and when
he reached the edge of the grove he was hurrying almost at a dog
trot。 Sometimes he carried a burden with him; a brown paper parcel
brought from Eastboro; a hammer; a saw; or a coil of rope。 Once he
descended to the boathouse at the foot of the bluff by the inlet and
emerged bearing a big bundle of canvas; apparently an old sail; this
he arranged; with some difficulty; on his shoulder and stumbled up
the slope; past the corner of the house and away toward the grove。
Brown watched him wonderingly。 Where was he going; and why? What
was the mysterious destination of all these tools and old junk?
Where did Seth spend his afternoons and why; when he returned; did
his hands and clothes smell of tar? The substitute assistant was
puzzled; but he asked no questions。 And Seth volunteered no
solution of the puzzle。
Yet the solution came; and in an unexpected way。 Seth drove to the
village one afternoon and returned with literature; smoking
materials and an announcement。 The latter he made during supper。
〃I tried to buy that fly paper we wanted today;〃 he observed; as a
preliminary。 〃Couldn't get none。 All out。〃
〃But will have some in very shortly; I presume;〃 suggested the
assistant; who knew the idiosyncrasies of country stores。
〃Oh; yes; sartin! Expectin' it every minute。 That store's got a
consider'ble sight more expectations in it than it has anything
else。 They're always six months ahead of the season or behind it in
that store。 When it's so cold that the snow birds get chilblains
they'll have the shelves chuck full of fly paper。 Now; when it's
hotter than a kittle of pepper tea; the bulk of their stock is ice
picks and mittens。 Bah! However; they're goin' to send the fly
paper over when it comes; along with the dog。〃
〃The dog?〃 repeated Brown in amazement。
〃Yup。 That's what I was goin' to tell youabout the dog。 I
ordered a dog today。 Didn't pay nothin' for him; you understand。
Henry G。; the storekeeper; gave him to me。 The boy'll fetch him
down when he fetches the fly paper。〃
〃A dog? We'reyou're going to keep a doghere?〃
〃Sure thing。 Why not? Got room enough to keep a whole zoological
menagerie if we wanted to; ain't we? Besides; a dog'll be handy to
have around。 Bill Foster; the life saver; told me that somebody
busted into the station henhouse one night a week ago and got away
with four of their likeliest pullets。 He cal'lates 'twas tramps or
boys。 We don't keep hens; but there's some stuff in that boathouse
I wouldn't want stole; and; bein' as there's no lock on the door; a
dog would be a sort of protection; as you might say。〃
〃But thieves would never come way down here。〃
〃Why not? 'Tain't any further away from the rest of creation than
the life savin' station; is it? Anyhow; Henry G。 give the dog to me
free for nothin'; and that's a miracle of itself。 You'd say so;
too; if you knew Henry。 I was so surprised that I said I'd take it
right off; felt 'twould be flyin' in the face of Providence not to。
A miraclejumpin' Judas! I never knew Henry to give anybody
anything aforeunless 'twas the smallpox; and then 'twan't a
genuine case; nothin' but varioloid。〃
〃But what kind of a dog is it?〃
〃I don't know。 Henry used to own the mother of it; and she was one
quarter mastiff and the rest assorted varieties。 This one he's
givin' me ain't a whole dog; you see; just a half…grown pup。 The
varioloid all over againhey? Ho; ho! I didn't really take him
for sartin; you understand; just on trial。 If we like him; we'll
keep him; that's all。〃
The third afternoon following this announcement; Brown was alone in
the kitchen; and busy。 Seth had departed on one of his mysterious
excursions; carrying a coil of rope; a pulley and a gallon can of
paint。 Before leaving the house he had given his helper some
instructions concerning supper。
〃Might's well have a lobster tonight;〃 he said。 〃Ever cook a
lobster; did you?〃
No; Mr。 Brown had never cooked a lobster。
〃Well; it's simple enough。 All you've got to do is bile him。 Bile
him in hot water till he's done。〃
〃I see。〃 The substitute assistant was not enthusiastic。 Cooking he
did not love。
〃Humph!〃 he grunted。 〃I imagined if he was boiled at all; it was be
in hot water; not cold。〃
Atkins chuckled。 〃I mean you want to have the water bilin' hot when
you put him in;〃 he explained。 〃Wait till she biles up good and
then souse him; see?〃
〃I guess so。 How do you know when he's done?〃
〃OherI can't tell you。 You'll have to trust to your instinct;