original short stories-13-第10节

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〃The　child　was　born　in　an　open　field；　and　when　the　weeders　saw　it；　they
fled　away；　screaming；　and　the　report　spread　that　she　had　given　birth　to　a
demon。　　From　that　time　on；　she　was　called　'the　Devil。'

〃She　was　driven　from　the　farm；　and　lived　on　charity；　under　a　cloud。　　She
brought　up　the　monster；　whom　she　hated　with　a　savage　hatred；　and　would
have　strangled；　perhaps；　if　the　priest　had　not　threatened　her　with
arrest。

〃One　day　some　travelling　showmen　heard　about　the　frightful　creature；　and
asked　to　see　it；　so　that　if　it　pleased　them　they　might　take　it　away。
They　were　pleased；　and　counted　out　five　hundred　francs　to　the　mother。
At　first；　she　had　refused　to　let　them　see　the　little　animal；　as　she　was
ashamed；　but　when　she　discovered　it　had　a　money　value；　and　that　these
people　were　anxious　to　get　it；　she　began　to　haggle　with　them；　raising　her
price　with　all　a　peasant's　persistence。

〃She　made　them　draw　up　a　paper；　in　which　they　promised　to　pay　her　four
hundred　francs　a　year　besides；　as　though　they　had　taken　this　deformity
into　their　employ。

〃Incited　by　the　greed　of　gain；　she　continued　to　produce　these　phenomena；
so　as　to　have　an　assured　income　like　a　bourgeoise。

〃Some　of　them　were　long；　some　short；　some　like　crabs…all　bodies…others
like　lizards。　　Several　died；　and　she　was　heartbroken。

〃The　law　tried　to　interfere；　but　as　they　had　no　proof　they　let　her
continue　to　produce　her　freaks。

She　has　at　this　moment　eleven　alive；　and　they　bring　in；　on　an　average；
counting　good　and　bad　years；　from　five　to　six　thousand　francs　a　year。
One；　alone；　is　not　placed；　the　one　she　was　unwilling　to　show　us。　　But　she
will　not　keep　it　long；　for　she　is　known　to　all　the　showmen　in　the　world；
who　come　from　time　to　time　to　see　if　she　has　anything　new。

〃She　even　gets　bids　from　them　when　the　monster　is　valuable。〃

My　friend　was　silent。　　A　profound　disgust　stirred　my　heart；　and　a　feeling
of　rage；　of　regret；　to　think　that　I　had　not　strangled　this　brute　when　I
had　the　opportunity。

I　had　forgotten　this　story；　when　I　saw　on　the　beach　of　a　fashionable
resort　the　other　day；　an　elegant；　charming；　dainty　woman；　surrounded　by
men　who　paid　her　respect　as　well　as　admiration。

I　was　walking　along　the　beach；　arm　in　arm　with　a　friend；　the　resident
physician。　　Ten　minutes　later；　I　saw　a　nursemaid　with　three　children；　who
were　rolling　in　the　sand。　　A　pair　of　little　crutches　lay　on　the　ground；
and　touched　my　sympathy。　　I　then　noticed　that　these　three　children　were
all　deformed；　humpbacked；　or　crooked；　and　hideous。

〃Those　are　the　offspring　of　that　charming　woman　you　saw　just　now；〃　said
the　doctor。

I　was　filled　with　pity　for　her；　as　well　as　for　them；　and　exclaimed：
〃Oh；　the　poor　mother！　　How　can　she　ever　laugh！〃

〃Do　not　pity　her；　my　friend。　　Pity　the　poor　children；〃　replied　the
doctor。　　〃This　is　the　consequence　of　preserving　a　slender　figure　up　to
the　last。　　These　little　deformities　were　made　by　the　corset。　　She　knows
very　well　that　she　is　risking　her　life　at　this　game。　　But　what　does　she
care；　as　long　as　lie　can　be　beautiful　and　have　admirers！〃

And　then　I　recalled　that　other　woman；　the　peasant；　the　〃Devil；〃　who　sold
her　children；　her　monsters。






AN　UNCOMFORTABLE　BED

One　autumn　I　went　to　spend　the　hunting　season　with　some　friends　in　a
chateau　in　Picardy。

My　friends　were　fond　of　practical　jokes。　　I　do　not　care　to　know　people
who　are　not。

When　I　arrived；　they　gave　me　a　princely　reception；　which　at　once　awakened
suspicion　in　my　mind。　　They　fired　off　rifles；　embraced　me；　made　much　of
me；　as　if　they　expected　to　have　great　fun　at　my　expense。

I　said　to　myself：

〃Look　out；　old　ferret！　　They　have　something　in　store　for　you。〃

During　the　dinner　the　mirth　was　excessive；　exaggerated；　in　fact。
I　thought：　〃Here　are　people　who　have　more　than　their　share　of　amusement；
and　apparently　without　reason。　　They　must　have　planned　some　good　joke。
Assuredly　I　am　to　be　the　victim　of　the　joke。　　Attention！〃

During　the　entire　evening　every　one　laughed　in　an　exaggerated　fashion。
I　scented　a　practical　joke　in　the　air；　as　a　dog　scents　game。　　But　what
was　it？　　I　was　watchful；　restless。　　I　did　not　let　a　word；　or　a　meaning；
or　a　gesture　escape　me。　　Every　one　seemed　to　me　an　object　of　suspicion；
and　I　even　looked　distrustfully　at　the　faces　of　the　servants。

The　hour　struck　for　retiring；　and　the　whole　household　came　to　escort　me
to　my　room。　　Why？

They　called　to　me：　〃Good…night。〃　　I　entered　the　apartment；　shut　the　door；
and　remained　standing；　without　moving　a　single　step；　holding　the　wax
candle　in　my　hand。

I　heard　laughter　and　whispering　in　the　corridor。　　Without　doubt　they　were
spying　on　me。　　I　cast　a　glance　round　the　walls；　the　furniture；　the
ceiling；　the　hangings；　the　floor。　　I　saw　nothing　to　justify　suspicion。
I　heard　persons　moving　about　outside　my　door。　　I　had　no　doubt　they　were
looking　through　the　keyhole。

An　idea　came　into　my　head：　〃My　candle　may　suddenly　go　out　and　leave　me　in
darkness。〃

Then　I　went　across　to　the　mantelpiece　and　lighted　all　the　wax　candles
that　were　on　it。　　After　that　I　cast　another　glance　around　me　without
discovering　anything。　　I　advanced　with　short　steps；　carefully　examining
the　apartment。　　Nothing。　　I　inspected　every　article；　one　after　the　other。
Still　nothing。　　I　went　over　to　the　window。　　The　shutters；　large　wooden
shutters；　were　open。　　I　shut　them　with　great　care；　and　then　drew　the
curtains；　enormous　velvet　curtains；　and　placed　a　chair　in　front　of　them；
so　as　to　have　nothing　to　fear　from　outside。

Then　I　cautiously　sat　down。　　The　armchair　was　solid。　　I　did　not　venture
to　get　into　the　bed。　　However；　the　night　was　advancing；　and　I　ended　by
coming　to　the　conclusion　that　I　was　foolish。　　If　they　were　spying　on　me；
as　I　supposed；　they　must；　while　waiting　for　the　success　of　the　joke　they
had　been　preparing　for　me；　have　been　laughing　immoderately　at　my　terror。
So　I　made　up　my　mind　to　go　to　bed。　　But　the　bed　was　particularly
suspicious…looking。　　I　pulled　at　the　curtains。　　They　seemed　to　be　secure。

All　the　same；　there　was　danger。　　I　was　going　perhaps　to　receive　a　cold
shower　both　from　overhead；　or　perhaps；　the　moment　I　stretched　myself　out；
to　find　myself　sinking　to　the　floor　with　my　mattress。　　I　searched　in　my
memory　for　all　the　practical　jokes　of　which　I　ever　had　experience。　　And　I
did　not　want　to　be　caught。　　Ah！　certainly　not！　certainly　not！　　Then　I
suddenly　bethought　myself　of　a　precaution　which　I　considered　insured
safety。　　I　caught　hold　of　the　side　of　the　mattress　gingerly；　and　very
slowly　drew　it　toward　me。　　It　came　away；　followed　by　the　sheet　and　the
rest　of　the　bedclothes。　　I　dragged　all　these　objects　into　the　very　middle
of　the　room；　facing　the　entrance　door。　　I　made　my　bed　over　again　as　best
I　could　at　some　distance　from　the　suspected　bedstead　and　the　corner　which
had　filled　me　with　such　anxiety。　　Then　I　extinguished　all　the　candles；
and；　groping　my　way；　I　slipped　under　the　bed　clothes。

For　at　least　another　hour　I　remained　awake；　starting　at　the　slightest
sound。　　Everything　seemed　quiet　in　the　chateau。　　I　fell　asleep。

I　must　have　been　in　a　deep　sleep　for　a　long　time；　but　all　of　a　sudden　I
was　awakened　with　a　start　by　the　fall　of　a　heavy　body　tumbling　right　on
top　of　my　own；　and；　at　the　same　time；　I　received　on　my　face；　on　my　neck；
and　on　my　chest　a　burning　liquid　which　made　me　utter　a　howl　of　pain。　　And
a　dreadful　noise；　as　if　a　sideboard　laden　with　plates　and　dishes　had
fallen　down；　almost　deafened　me。

I　was　smothering　beneath　the　weight　that　was　crushing　me　and　preventing
me　from　moving。　　I　stretched　out　my　hand　to　find　out　what　was　the　nature
of　this　object。　　I　felt　a　face；　a　nose；　and　whiskers。　　Then；　with　all　my
strength；　I　launched　out　a　blow　at　this　face。　　But　I　immediately　received
a　hail　of　cuffings　which　made　me　jump　straight　out　of　the　soaked　sheets；
and　rush　in　my　nightshirt　into　the　corridor；　the　door　of　which　I　found
open。

Oh；　heavens！　　it　was　broad　daylight。　　The　noise　brought　my　friends
hurrying　into　my　apartment；　and　we　found；　sprawling　over　my　improvised
bed；　the　dismayed　valet；　who；　while　bringing　me　my　morning　cup　of　tea；
had　tripped　over　this　obstacle　in　the　middle　of　the　floor　and　fallen　on
his　stomach；　spilling　my　breakfast　over　my　face　in　spite　of　himself。

The　precautions　I　had　taken　in　closing　the　shutters　and　going　to　sleep　in
the　middle　of　the　room　had　only　brought　about　the　practical　joke　I　had
been　trying　to　avoid。

Oh；　how　they　all　laughed　that　day！






A　PORTRAIT

Hello！　there's　Milial！〃　said　somebody　near　me。　　I　looked　at　the　man　who
had　been　pointed　out　as　I　had　been　wishing　for　a　long　time　to　meet　this
Don　Juan。

He　was　no　longer　young。　　His　gray　hair　looked　a　little　like　those　fur
bonnets　worn　by　certain　Northern　peoples；　and　his　long　beard；　which　fell
down　over　his　chest；　had　also　somewhat　the　appearance　of　fur。　　He　was
talking　to　a　lady；　leaning　toward　her；　speaking　in　a　low　voice　and
looking　at　her　with　an　expression　full　of　respect　and　tenderness。

I　knew　his　life；　or　at　least　as　much　as　was　known　of　it。　　He　had　loved
madly　several　times；　and　there　had　been　certain　tragedies　with　which　his
name　had　been　connected。　　When　I　spoke　to　women　w