Letters on Literature

第34章

ouldConnorShamus[1]thepiperhimselfwasinit——bythesametokenitwasthelastweddin’heeverplayedmusicat,forthenextmornin’,whinhewasgoin’home,bein’mightyheartyan’plisintinhimself,hewassmotheredinthesnow,undhertheouldcastle;an’bymysowlhewasasorelosstothebysan’girlstwentymilesround,forhewastheilligantestpiper,barrin’theliquoralone,thateverworkedabellas。

[1]Literally,CorneliusJames——thelastnameemployedasapatronymic。Connoriscommonlyused。

Corney,pronouncedKurny,isjustasmuchusedintheSouth,astheshortnameforCornelius。

Well,aweekpassedoversmartenough,an’Nellan’hernewhusbandwasmightywellcontintedwithoneanother,foritwastoosoonforhertobegintoregulatehimthewaysheusedwithpoorJimSoolivan,sotheyworcomfortableenough;butthiswastoogoodtolast,forthethawkeman,an’youmaybesureJimSoolivandidn’tloseaminute’stimeassoonastheheavydhriftivsnowwasmeltedenoughbetweenhimandhometolethimpass,forhedidn’thearawordivnewsfromhomesinstheliftit,byrasonthatnoone,goodnorbad,couldthravelatall,withthewaythesnowwasdhrifted。

Soonenight,whenNellGormanan’hernewhusband,AndyCurtis,wassnugan’

warminbed,an’fastasleep,an’everythingquite,whoshouldcometothedoor,sureenough,butJimSoolivanhimself,an’hebeginnedflakin’thedoorwidabigblackthornstickhehad,an’roarin’outlikethediviltoopenthedoor,forhehadadhroptaken。

’Whatthedivil’sthematther?’saysAndyCurtis,wakenin’outivhissleep。

’Who’sbatin’thedoor?’saysNell;

’what’sallthenoisefor?’saysshe。

’Who’sinit?’saysAndy。

’It’sme,’saysJim。

’Whoareyou?’saysAndy;’what’syourname?’

’JimSoolivan,’sayshe。

’Byjabers,youlie,’saysAndy。

’WaittillIgetatyou,’saysJim,hittin’

thedooralickivthewattleyou’dhearhalfamileoff。

’It’shim,sureenough,’saysNell;’I

knowhisspeech;it’shiswandherin’sowlthatcan’tgetrest,thecrasso’Christbetuneusan’harm。’

’Letmein,’saysJim,’orI’lldhrivethedoorinatopivyis。’

’JimSoolivan——JimSoolivan,’saysNell,sittin’upinthebed,an’gropin’foraquartbottleivholywathersheusedtohangbythebackivthebed,’don’tcomein,darlin’——

there’sholywatherhere,’saysshe;’buttellmefromwhereyouareisthereanythingthat’sthroublin’yourpoorsinfulsowl?’saysshe。’An’tellmehowmanymasses’illmakeyouasy,an’bythiscrass,I’llbuyyouasmanyasyouwant,’saysshe。

’Idon’tknowwhatthedivilyoumane,’

saysJim。

’Goback,’saysshe,’gobacktoglory,forGod’ssake,’saysshe。

’Divil’scuretothebitivme’illgobacktoglory,oranywhereelse,’sayshe,’thisblessednight;soopenthedooratonst’

an’letmein,’sayshe。

’TheLordforbid,’saysshe。

’Byjabers,you’dbetther,’sayshe,’orit’illbetheworseforyou,’sayshe;an’

widthathefelltowallopin’thedoortillhewasfairlytired,an’Andyan’hiswifecrassin’themselvesan’sayin’theirprayersforthebarelifeallthetime。

’JimSoolivan,’saysshe,assoonashewasdone,’goback,forGod’ssake,an’

don’tbefreakenin’mean’yourpoorfatherlesschildhren,’saysshe。

’Why,youbosthoon,you,’saysJim,’won’tyouletyourhusbandin,’sayshe,’tohisownhouse?’sayshe。

’YouWORmyhusband,sureenough,’

saysshe,’butit’swellyouknow,JimSoolivan,you’renotmyhusbandNOW,’saysshe。

’You’reasdhrunkascanbeconsaved,saysJim。

’Goback,inGod’sname,paciblytoyourgrave,’saysNell。

’Bymysowl,it’stomygraveyou’llsindme,sureenough,’sayshe,’youhard-

heartedbain’,forI’mjistaffwidthecowld,’

sayshe。

’JimSulivan,’saysshe,’it’sinyourdacentcoffinyoushouldbe,youunforthunatesperit,’saysshe;’whatisit’sannoyin’yoursowl,inthewideworld,atall?’saysshe;’hadn’tyoueverythingcomplate?’saysshe,’theoil,an’thewake,an’theberrin’?’saysshe。

’Och,bythehoky,’saysJim,’it’stoolongI’mmakin’afoolivmysilf,gostherin’

widyououtsideivmyowndoor,’sayshe,’fori

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