the bohemian girl-第6章
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〃It never occurred to you； then； that the meanest thing you
could do to me was to marry Olaf？〃
Clara laughed。 〃No； I didn't know you were so fond of Olaf。〃
Nils smoothed his horse's mane with his glove。 〃You know；
Clara Vavrika； you are never going to stick it out。 You'll cut
away some day； and I've been thinking you might as well cut away
with me。〃
Clara threw up her chin。 〃Oh； you don't know me as well as
you think。 I won't cut away。 Sometimes； when I'm with father； I
feel like it。 But I can hold out as long as the Ericsons can。
They've never got the best of me yet； and one can live； so long as
one isn't beaten。 If I go back to father； it's all up with Olaf in
politics。 He knows that； and he never goes much beyond
sulking。 I've as much wit as the Ericsons。 I'll never leave them
unless I can show them a thing or two。〃
〃You mean unless you can come it over them？〃
〃Yesunless I go away with a man who is cleverer than they
are； and who has more money。〃
Nils whistled。 〃Dear me； you are demanding a good deal。 The
Ericsons； take the lot of them； are a bunch to beat。 But I should
think the excitement of tormenting them would have worn off by this
time。〃
〃It has； I'm afraid；〃 Clara admitted mournfully。
〃Then why don't you cut away？ There are more amusing games
than this in the world。 When I came home I thought it might amuse
me to bully a few quarter sections out of the Ericsons； but I've
almost decided I can get more fun for my money somewhere else。〃
Clara took in her breath sharply。 〃Ah； you have got the other
will！ That was why you came home！〃
〃No； it wasn't。 I came home to see how you were getting on
with Olaf。〃
Clara struck her horse with the whip； and in a bound she was
far ahead of him。 Nils dropped one word； 〃Damn！〃 and whipped after
her； but she leaned forward in her saddle and fairly cut the wind。
Her long riding skirt rippled in the still air behind her。 The sun
was just sinking behind the stubble in a vast； clear sky； and the
shadows drew across the fields so rapidly that Nils could scarcely
keep in sight the dark figure on the road。 When he overtook her he
caught her horse by the bridle。 Norman reared； and Nils was
frightened for her； but Clara kept her seat。
〃Let me go； Nils Ericson！〃 she cried。 〃I hate you more than
any of them。 You were created to torture me； the whole tribe of
youto make me suffer in every possible way。〃
She struck her horse again and galloped away from him。 Nils
set his teeth and looked thoughtful。 He rode slowly home along the
deserted road； watching the stars come out in the clear violet sky。
They flashed softly into the limpid heavens； like jewels let fall
into clear water。 They were a reproach； he felt； to a sordid
world。 As he turned across the sand creek； he looked up at
the North Star and smiled； as if there were an understanding
between them。 His mother scolded him for being late for supper。
V
On Sunday afternoon Joe Vavrika； in his shirt sleeves arid
carpet slippers； was sitting in his garden； smoking a long…tasseled
porcelain pipe with a hunting scene painted on the bowl。 Clara sat
under the cherry tree； reading aloud to him from the； weekly
Bohemian papers。 She had worn a white muslin dress under her
riding habit； and the leaves of the cherry tree threw a pattern of
sharp shadows over her skirt。 The black cat was dozing in the
sunlight at her feet； and Joe's dachshund was scratching a hole
under the scarlet geraniums and dreaming of badgers。 Joe was
filling his pipe for the third time since dinner； when he heard a
knocking on the fence。 He broke into a loud guffaw and unlatched
the little door that led into the street。 He did not call Nils by
name； but caught him by the hand and dragged him in。 Clara
stiffened and the colour deepened under her dark skin。 Nils； too；
felt a little awkward。 He had not seen her since the night when
she rode away from him and left him alone on the level road between
the fields。 Joe dragged him to the wooden bench beside the green
table。
〃You bring de flute；〃 he cried； tapping the leather case under
Nils' arm。 〃Ah； das…a good' Now we have some liddle fun like old
times。 I got somet'ing good for you。〃 Joe shook his finger at
Nils and winked his blue eye； a bright clear eye； full of fire；
though the tiny bloodvessels on the ball were always a little
distended。 〃I got somet'ing for you from〃he paused and waved his
hand 〃Hongarie。 You know Hongarie？ You wait！〃 He pushed Nils
down on the bench； and went through the back door of his saloon。
Nils looked at Clara； who sat frigidly with her white skirts
drawn tight about her。 〃He didn't tell you he had asked me to
come； did he？ He wanted a party and proceeded to arrange it。
Isn't he fun？ Don't be cross； let's give him a good time。〃
Clara smiled and shook out her skirt。 〃Isn't that like
Father？ And he has sat here so meekly all day。 Well； I won't
pout。 I'm glad you came。 He doesn't have very many good times now
any more。 There are so few of his kind left。 The second
generation are a tame lot。〃
Joe came back with a flask in one hand and three wine glasses
caught by the stems between the fingers of the other。 These he
placed on the table with an air of ceremony； and； going behind
Nils； held the flask between him and the sun； squinting into it
admiringly。 〃You know dis； Tokai？ A great friend of mine； he
bring dis to me； a present out of Hongarie。 You know how much it
cost； dis wine？ Chust so much what it weigh in gold。 Nobody but
de nobles drink him in Bohemie。 Many； many years I save him up；
dis Tokai。〃 Joe whipped out his official corkscrew and delicately
removed the cork。 〃De old man die what bring him to me； an' dis
wine he lay on his belly in my cellar an' sleep。 An' now；〃
carefully pouring out the heavy yellow wine； 〃an' now he wake up；
and maybe he wake us up； too！〃 He carried one of the glasses to
his daughter and presented it with great gallantry。
Clara shook her head； but； seeing her father's disappointment；
relented。 〃You taste it first。 I don't want so much。〃
Joe sampled it with a beatific expression； and turned to Nils。
〃You drink him slow； dis wine。 He very soft； but he go down hot。
You see！〃
After a second glass Nils declared that he couldn't take any
more without getting sleepy。 〃Now get your fiddle； Vavrika；〃 he
said as he opened his flute case。
But Joe settled back in his wooden rocker and wagged his big
carpet slipper。 〃No…no…no…no…no…no…no！ No play fiddle now any
more： too much ache in de finger；〃 waving them； 〃all…a…time
rheumatic。 You play de flute； te…tety…tetety…te。 Bohemie songs。〃
〃I've forgotten all the Bohemian songs I used to play with you
and Johanna。 But here's one that will make Clara pout。 You
remember how her eyes used to snap when we called her the Bohemian
Girl？〃 Nils lifted his flute and began 〃When Other Lips and Other
Hearts；〃 and Joe hummed the air in a husky baritone； waving
his carpet slipper。 〃Oh…h…h； das…a fine music；〃 he cried； clapping
his hands as Nils finished。 〃Now 'Marble Halls； Marble Halls'！
Clara； you sing him。〃
Clara smiled and leaned back in her chair； beginning softly：
I dreamt that I dwelt in ma…a…arble halls；
With vassals and serfs at my knee；〃
and Joe hummed like a big bumblebee。
〃There's one more you always played；〃 Clara said quietly； 〃I
remember that best。〃 She locked her hands over her knee and began
〃The Heart Bowed Down；〃 and sang it through without groping for the
words。 She was singing with a good deal of warmth when she came to
the end of the old song：
〃For memory is the only friend
That grief can call its own。〃
Joe flashed out his red silk handkerchief and blew his nose；
shaking his head。 〃No…no…no…no…no…no…no！ Too sad； too sad！ I not
like…a dat。 Play quick somet'ing gay now。〃
Nils put his lips to the instrument； and Joe lay back in his
chair； laughing and singing； 〃Oh； Evelina； Sweet Evelina！〃 Clara
laughed； too。 Long ago； when she and Nils went to high school； the
model student of their class was a very homely girl in thick
spectacles。 Her name was Evelina Oleson； she had a long； swinging
walk which somehow suggested the measure of that song； and they
used mercilessly to sing it at her。
〃Dat ugly Oleson girl； she teach in de school；〃 Joe gasped；
〃an' she still walks chust like dat； yup…a； yup…a； yup…a； chust
like a camel she go！ Now； Nils； we have some more li'l drink。 Oh；
yes…yes…yes…yes…yes…yes…yes！ Dis time you haf to drink； and
Clara she haf to； so she show she not jealous。 So； we all drink to
your girl。 You not tell her name； eh？ No…no…no； I no make you
tell。 She pretty； eh？ She make good sweetheart？ I bet！〃 Joe
winked and lifted his glass。 〃How soon you get married？〃
Nils screwed up his eyes。 〃That I don't know。 When she says。〃
Joe threw out his chest。 〃Das…a way boys talks。 No way for
mans。 Mans say； 'You come to de church； an' get a hurry on you。'
Das…a way mans talks。〃
〃Maybe Nils hasn't got enough to keep a wife；〃 put in Clara
ironically。 〃How about that； Nils？〃 she asked him frankly； as if
she wanted to know。
Nils looked at her coolly； raising one eyebrow。 〃oh； I can
keep her； all right。〃
〃The way she wants to be kept？〃
〃With my wife； I'll decide that；〃 replied Nils calmly。 〃I'll
give her what's good for her。〃
Clara made a wry face。 〃You'll give her the strap； I expect；
like old Peter Oleson gave his wife。〃
〃When she needs it；〃 said Nils lazily； locking his hands
behind his head and squinting up through the leaves of the cherry
tree。 〃Do you remember the time I squeezed the cherries all over
your clean dress； and Aunt Johanna boxed my ears for me？ My
gracious； weren't you mad！ You had both hands full of cherries；
and I squeezed 'em and made the juice fly all over you。 I
