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英语原文
The Cop and the Anthem
by O
。
Henry
On
his
bench
in
Madison
Square
Soapy
moved
uneasily.
When
wild
goose
honk
high
of
nights,
and
when
women
without
sealskin
coats
grow
kind
to
their
husbands,
and
when
Soapy
moves
uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know
that winter is near at hand.
A
dead
leaf
fell
in
Soapy’s
lap.
That
was
Jack
Frost
’s
card.
Jack
is
kind
to
the
regular
denizens
of
Madison
Square,
and
gives
fair
warning
of
his
annual
call.
At
the
corners
of
four
streets he hands his
pasteboard to the North Wind, footman of the
mansion of All Outdoors, so that
the
inhabitants thereof may make ready.
Soapy’s mind
became cognisant of the fact that the time had
come for him to resolve himself
into a
singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide
against the coming rigour. And therefore
he moved uneasily on his bench.
The
hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the
highest. In them were no considerations
of
Mediterranean
cruises,
of
soporific
Southern
skies
or
drifting
in
the
Vesuvian
Bay.
Three
months
on
the
Island
was
what
his
soul
craved.
Three
months
of
assured
board
and
bed
and
congenial
company,
safe
from
Boreas
and
bluecoats,
seemed
to
Soapy
the
essence
of
things
desirable.
For years the hospitable Blackwell’s
had been his
winter quarters. Just as
his more fortunate
fellow New Yorkers
had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the
Riviera each winter, so Soapy
had
made
his
humble
arrangements
for
his
annual
hegira
to
the
Island.
And
now
the
time
was
come.
On
the
previous
night
three
Sabbath
newspapers,
distributed
beneath
his
coat,
about
his
ankles and over his lap,
had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his
bench near the spurting
fountain in the
ancient square. So the Island loomed large and
timely in Soapy’s mind. H
e scorned
the provisions made in the name of
charity for the city’s dependents. In Soapy’s
opinion the Law
was
more
benign
than
Philanthropy.
There
was
an
endless
round
of
institutions,
municipal
and
eleemosynary, on which
he might set out and receive lodging and food
accordant with the simple
life. But to
one of Soapy’s proud spirit the gifts of charity
are encumbered. If not in coin you must
pay in humiliation of spirit for every
benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. As
Cesar had
his Brutus, every bed of
charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf
of bread its compensation
of a private
and personal inquisition. Wherefore it is better
to be a guest of the law, which though
conducted by rules, does not meddle
unduly with a gentleman’s private
a
ffairs.
Soapy, having decided to go to the
Island, at once set about accomplishing his
desire. There
were many easy ways of
doing this. The pleasantest was to dine
luxuriously at some expensive
restaurant; and then, after declaring
insolvency, be handed over quietly and without
uproar to a
policeman. An accommodating
magistrate would do the rest.
Soapy left his bench and
strolled out of the square and across the level
sea of asphalt, where
Broadway and
Fifth Avenue flow together. Up Broadway he turned,
and halted at a glittering café
,
where
are
gathered
together
nightly
the
choicest
products
of
the
grape,
the
silkworm
and
the
protoplasm.
Soapy had confidence in
himself from the lowest button of his vest upward.
He was shaven,
and his coat was decent
and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had
been presented to him by a
lady
missionary
on
Thanksgiving
Day.
If
he
could
reach
a
table
in
the
restaurant
unsuspected,
success would
be his. The portion of him that would show above
the table would raise no doubt in
the
waiter’s mind. A roasted mallard duck, thought
Soapy, would be about the thing—
with a
bottle
of
Chablis,
and
then
Camembert,
a
demi-tasse
and
a
cigar.
One
dollar
for
the
cigar
would
be
enough.
The total would not be so high as to call forth
any supreme manifestation of revenge from
the café
management; and yet
the meat would leave him filled and happy for the
journey to his
winter refuge.
But as Soapy
set foot inside the restaurant door the head
waiter’s eye fell upon his frayed
trousers
and
decadent
shoes.
Strong
and
ready
hands
turned
him
about
and
conveyed
him
in
silence and haste to the sidewalk and
averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard.
Soapy turned
off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the
coveted island was not to be an
epicurean one. Some other way of
entering limbo must be thought of.
At a corner of Sixth Avenue
electric lights and cunningly displayed wares
behind plate-glass
made
a
shop
window
conspicuous.
Soapy
took
a
cobble-
stone
and
dashed
it
through
the
glass.
People came running
round the corner, a policeman in the lead. Soapy
stood still, with his hands in
his
pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.
“Where’s the
man that done that?” inquired the officer
excitedly.
“Don’t you figure out that I might have
had something to do with it?” said Soapy, not
without
sarcasm, but friendly, as one
greets good fortune.
The policeman’s mind
refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who
smash windows do
not remain to parley
with the law’s minions. They take to
their
heels. The policeman saw a man
halfway down the block running to catch
a car. With drawn club he joined in the pursuit.
Soapy,
with disgust in his heart,
loafed along, twice unsuccessful.
On the opposite side of the
street was a restaurant of no great pretensions.
It catered to large
appetites
and
modest
purses.
Its
crockery
and
atmosphere
were
thick;
its
soup
and
napery
thin.
Into this place Soapy took his accusive
shoes and tell-tale trousers without challenge. At
a table he
sat and consumed beefsteak,
flap-jacks, doughnuts, and pie. And then to the
waiter he betrayed the
fact that the
minutest coin and himself were strangers.
“Now, get busy
and call a cop,” said Soapy. “And don’t keep a
gentleman waiting.”
“No cop for youse,” said
the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an
eye like the cherry
in a Manhattan
cocktail. “Hey, Con!”
Neatly upon his left ear on
the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He
arose, joint
by joint, as a carpenter’s
rule opens, and beat the dust from his clothes.
Arrest seemed but a rosy
dream. The
Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood
before a drug store two doors
away
laughed and walked down the street.
Five
blocks
Soapy
travelled
before
his
courage
permitted
him
to
woo
capture
again.
This
time the opportunity
presented what he fatuously termed to himself a
“cinch.” A young woman of
a modest and
pleasing guise was standing before a show window
gazing with sprightly interest at
its
display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two
yards from the window a large policeman of
severe demeanour leaned against a
water-plug.
It
was
Soapy’s
design
to
assume
the
rule
of
the
despicable
and
execrated
“masher.”
The
refined
and
elegant
appearance
of
his
victim
and
the
contiguity
of
the
conscientious
cop
encouraged him to believe that he would
soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his
arm that
would ensure his winter
quarters of the right little, tight little isle.
Soapy
straightened the lady missionary’s
ready
-made tie, dragged his shrinking
cuffs into the
open, set his hat at a
killing cant and sidled toward the young women. He
made eyes at her, was
taken with sudden
coughs and “hems,” smiled, smirked, and went
b
razenly through the impudent
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