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the bohemian girl-第8部分

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buggy。







Nils shrugged his shoulders。  〃Same old tricks;〃 he



thought。  〃Hits from behind you every time。  What a whale of a



man!〃  He turned and went round to the kitchen; where his mother



was scolding little Eric for letting the gasoline get low。











                           IV







Joe Vavrika's saloon was not in the county seat; where Olaf



and Mrs。 Ericson did their trading; but in a cheerfuller place; a



little Bohemian settlement which lay at the other end of the



county; ten level miles north of Olaf's farm。  Clara rode up to see



her father almost every day。  Vavrika's house was; so to speak; in



the back yard of his saloon。  The garden between the two buildings



was inclosed by a high board fence as tight as a partition; and in



summer Joe kept beer tables and wooden benches among the gooseberry



bushes under his little cherry tree。  At one of these tables Nils



Ericson was seated in the late afternoon; three days after his



return home。  Joe had gone in to serve a customer; and Nils was



lounging on his elbows; looking rather mournfully into his half…



emptied pitcher; when he heard a laugh across the little garden。 



Clara; in her riding habit; was standing at the back door of the



house; under the grapevine trellis that old Joe had grown there



long ago。  Nils rose。







〃Come out and keep your father and me company。  We've been



gossiping all afternoon。  Nobody to bother us but the flies。〃







She shook her head。  〃No; I never come out here any more。  Olaf



doesn't like it。  I must live up to my position; you know。〃







〃You mean to tell me you never come out and chat with the boys; as



you used to?  He has tamed you!  Who keeps up these



flower…beds?〃







〃I come out on Sundays; when father is alone; and read the



Bohemian papers to him。  But I am never here when the bar is open。 



What have you two been doing?〃







〃Talking; as I told you。  I've been telling him about my



travels。  I find I can't talk much at home; not even to Eric。〃







Clara reached up and poked with her riding…whip at a white



moth that was fluttering in the sunlight among the vine leaves。  〃I



suppose you will never tell me about all those things。〃







〃Where can I tell them?  Not in Olaf's house; certainly。 



What's the matter with our talking here?〃  He pointed persuasively



with his hat to the bushes and the green table; where the flies



were singing lazily above the empty beer glasses。







Clara shook her head weakly。  〃No; it wouldn't do。  Besides;



I am going now。〃







〃I'm on Eric's mare。  Would you be angry if I overtook you?〃







Clara looked back and laughed。  〃You might try and see。  I can



leave you if I don't want you。  Eric's mare can't keep up with



Norman。〃







Nils went into the bar and attempted to pay his score。  Big



Joe; six feet four; with curly yellow hair and mustache; clapped



him on the shoulder。  〃Not a Goddamn a your money go in my drawer;



you hear?  Only next time you bring your flute; te…te…te…te…te…ty。〃



Joe wagged his fingers in imitation of the flute player's position。







〃My Clara; she come all…a…time Sundays an' play for me。  She not



like to play at Ericson's place。〃  He shook his yellow curls and



laughed。  〃Not a Goddamn a fun at Ericson's。  You come a Sunday。 



You like…a fun。  No forget de flute。〃  Joe talked very rapidly and



always tumbled over his English。  He seldom spoke it to his



customers; and had never learned much。







Nils swung himself into the saddle and trotted to the west of



the village; where the houses and gardens scattered into prairie



land and the road turned south。  Far ahead of him; in the declining



light; he saw Clara Vavrika's slender figure; loitering on



horseback。  He touched his mare with the whip; and shot along the



white; level road; under the reddening sky。  When he overtook



Olaf's wife he saw that she had been crying。  〃What's the matter;



Clara Vavrika?〃 he asked kindly。







〃Oh; I get blue sometimes。  It was awfully jolly living there



with father。  I wonder why I ever went away。〃







Nils spoke in a low; kind tone that he sometimes used with women:



〃That's what I've been wondering these many years。  You were the



last girl in the country I'd have picked for a wife for Olaf。  What



made you do it; Clara?〃







〃I suppose I really did it to oblige the neighbours〃Clara



tossed her head。  〃People were beginning to wonder。〃







〃To wonder?〃







〃Yeswhy I didn't get married。  I suppose I didn't like to



keep them in suspense。  I've discovered that most girls marry out



of consideration for the neighbourhood。〃







Nils bent his head toward her and his white teeth flashed。 



〃I'd have gambled that one girl I knew would say; 'Let the



neighbourhood be damned。'〃







Clara shook her head mournfully。  〃You see; they have it on



you; Nils; that is; if you're a woman。  They say you're beginning



to go off。  That's what makes us get married: we can't stand the



laugh。〃







Nils looked sidewise at her。  He had never seen her head droop



before。  Resignation was the last thing he would have expected of



her。  〃In your case; there wasn't something else?〃







〃Something else?〃







〃I mean; you didn't do it to spite somebody?  Somebody who



didn't come back?〃







Clara drew herself up。  〃Oh; I never thought you'd come back。 



Not after I stopped writing to you; at least。  That was all



over; long before I married Olaf。〃







〃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 whistl
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