roads of destiny-第11节
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〃'Mrs。 Brown； formerly 〃Aunt Maggie；〃' says I to her； 'I'm going to extend my feet alternately； one after the other； in such a manner and direction that this tenement will recede from me in the quickest possible time。 I am no worshipper of money；' says I； 'but there are some things I can't stand。 I can stand the fabulous monster that I've read about that blows hot birds and cold bottles with the same breath。 But I can't stand a quitter；' says I。 'They say you've got forty million dollarswell； you'll never have any less。 And I was beginning to like you； too；' says I。
〃Well； the late Aunt Maggie kicks till the tears flow。 She offers to move into a swell room with a two…burner stove and running water。
〃'I've spent an awful lot of money； child；' says she。 'We'll have to economize for a while。 You're the most beautiful creature I ever laid eyes on；' she says； 'and I don't want you to leave me。'
〃Well； you see me； don't you？ I walked straight to the Acropolis and asked for my job back； and I got it。 How did you say your writings were getting along？ I know you've lost out some by not having me to type 'em。 Do you ever have 'em illustrated？ And； by the way； did you ever happen to know a newspaper artistoh； shut up！ I know I asked you before。 I wonder what paper he works on？ It's funny； but I couldn't help thinking that he wasn't thinking about the money he might have been thinking I was thinking I'd get from old Maggie Brown。 If I only knew some of the newspaper editors I'd〃
The sound of an easy footstep came from the doorway。 Ida Bates saw who it was with her back…hair comb。 I saw her turn pink； perfect statue that she wasa miracle that I share with Pygmalion only。
〃Am I excusable？〃 she said to meadorable petitioner that she became。 〃It'sit's Mr。 Lathrop。 I wonder if it really wasn't the moneyI wonder； if after all； he〃
Of course； I was invited to the wedding。 After the ceremony I dragged Lathrop aside。
〃You are an artist；〃 said I； 〃and haven't figured out why Maggie Brown conceived such a strong liking for Miss Batesthat was？ Let me show you。〃
The bride wore a simple white dress as beautifully draped as the costumes of the ancient Greeks。 I took some leaves from one of the decorative wreaths in the little parlour； and made a chaplet of them； and placed them on nee Bates shining chestnut hair； and made her turn her profile to her husband。
〃By jingo！〃 said he。 〃Isn't Ida a dead ringer for the lady's head on the silver dollar？〃
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He compelled my interest as he stepped from the ferry at Desbrosses Street。 He had the air of being familiar with hemispheres and worlds； and of entering New York as the lord of a demesne who revisited it in after years of absence。 But I thought that； with all his air； he had never before set foot on the slippery cobblestones of the City of Too Many Caliphs。
He wore loose clothes of a strange bluish drab colour； and a conservative； round Panama hat without the cock…a…loop indentations and cants with which Northern fanciers disfigure the tropic head…gear。 Moreover； he was the homeliest man I have ever seen。 His ugliness was less repellent than startlingarising from a sort of Lincolnian ruggedness and irregularity of feature that spellbound you with wonder and dismay。 So may have looked afrites or the shapes metamorphosed from the vapour of the fisherman's vase。 As he afterward told me； his name was Judson Tate； and he may as well be called so at once。 He wore his green silk tie through a topaz ring； and he carried a cane made of the vertebrae of a shark。
Judson Tate accosted me with some large and casual inquiries about the city's streets and hotels； in the manner of one who had but for the moment forgotten the trifling details。 I could think of no reason for disparaging my own quiet hotel in the downtown district； so the mid… morning of the night found us already victualed and drinked （at my expense）； and ready to be chaired and tobaccoed in a quiet corner of the lobby。
There was something on Judson Tate's mind； and； such as it was； he tried to convey it to me。 Already he had accepted me as his friend； and when I looked at his great； snuff…brown first…mate's hand； with which he brought emphasis to his periods； within six inches of my nose； I wondered if； by any chance； he was as sudden in conceiving enmity against strangers。
When this man began to talk I perceived in him a certain power。 His voice was a persuasive instrument； upon which he played with a somewhat specious but effective art。 He did not try to make you forget his ugliness； he flaunted it in your face and made it part of the charm of his speech。 Shutting your eyes； you would have trailed after this rat…catcher's pipes at least to the walls of Hamelin。 Beyond that you would have had to be more childish to follow。 But let him play his own tune to the words set down； so that if all is too dull； the art of music may bear the blame。
〃Women；〃 said Judson Tate； 〃are mysterious creatures。〃
My spirits sank。 I was not there to listen to such a world…old hypothesisto such a time…worn； long…ago…refuted； bald； feeble； illogical； vicious； patent sophistryto an ancient； baseless； wearisome； ragged； unfounded； insidious； falsehood originated by women themselves； and by them insinuated； foisted； thrust； spread； and ingeniously promulgated into the ears of mankind by underhanded； secret and deceptive methods； for the purpose of augmenting； furthering； and reinforcing their own charms and designs。
〃Oh； I don't know！〃 said I； vernacularly。
〃Have you ever heard of Oratama？〃 he asked。
〃Possibly；〃 I answered。 〃I seem to recall a toe danceror a suburban additionor was it a perfume？of some such name。〃
〃It is a town；〃 said Judson Tate； 〃on the coast of a foreign country of which you know nothing and could understand less。 It is a country governed by a dictator and controlled by revolutions and insubordination。 It was there that a great life…drama was played； with Judson Tate； the homeliest man in America； and Fergus McMahan； the handsomest adventurer in history or fiction； and Senorita Anabela Zamora； the beautiful daughter of the alcalde of Oratama； as chief actors。 And； another thingnowhere else on the globe except in the department of Trienta y tres in Uruguay does the /chuchula/ plant grow。 The products of the country I speak of are valuable woods； dyestuffs； gold； rubber； ivory； and cocoa。〃
〃I was not aware；〃 said I； 〃that South America produced any ivory。〃
〃There you are twice mistaken；〃 said Judson Tate； distributing the words over at least an octave of his wonderful voice。 〃I did not say that the country I spoke of was in South AmericaI must be careful； my dear man； I have been in politics there； you know。 But； even soI have played chess against its president with a set carved from the nasal bones of the tapirone of our native specimens of the order of /perissodactyle ungulates/ inhabiting the Cordilleraswhich was as pretty ivory as you would care to see。
〃But is was of romance and adventure and the ways of women that was I going to tell you； and not of zoological animals。
〃For fifteen years I was the ruling power behind old Sancho Benavides； the Royal High Thumbscrew of the republic。 You've seen his picture in the papersa mushy black man with whiskers like the notes on a Swiss music…box cylinder； and a scroll in his right hand like the ones they write births on in the family Bible。 Well； that chocolate potentate used to be the biggest item of interest anywhere between the colour line and the parallels of latitude。 It was three throws； horses； whether he was to wind up in the Hall of Fame or the Bureau of Combustibles。 He'd have been sure called the Roosevelt of the Southern Continent if it hadn't been that Grover Cleveland was President at the time。 He'd hold office a couple of terms； then he'd sit out for a hand always after appointing his own successor for the interims。
〃But it was not Benavides； the Liberator； who was making all this fame for himself。 Not him。 It was Judson Tate。 Benavides was only the chip over the bug。 I gave him the tip when to declare war and increase import duties and wear his state trousers。 But that wasn't what I wanted to tell you。 How did I get to be It？ I'll tell you。 Because I'm the most gifted talker that ever made vocal sounds since Adam first opened his eyes； pushed aside the smelling…salts； and asked： 'Where am I？'
〃As you observe； I am about the ugliest man you ever saw outside the gallery of photographs of the New England early Christian Scientists。 So； at an early age； I perceived that what I lacked in looks I must make up in eloquence。 That I've done。 I get what I go after。 As the back…stop and still small voice of old Benavides I made all the great historical powers…behind…the…throne； such as Talleyrand； Mrs。 de Pompadour； and Loeb； look as small as the minority report of a Duma。 I could talk nations into or out of debt； harangue armies to sleep on the battlefield； reduce insurrections； inflammations； taxes； appropriations or surpluses with a few words； and call up the dogs of war or the dove of peace with the same bird…like whistle。 Beauty and epaulettes and curly moustaches and Grecian profiles in other men were never in
