第3章

类别:其他 作者:Ralph Connor字数:5548更新时间:18/12/27 08:49:59
Returningthusfromhissoul-devastatingexperienceofwartofindhislifedesolateandmaimedinallthatgaveitvalue,hemadetheappallingdiscoverythathewasleftalmostaloneofallwhomhehadknownandlovedinpastdays。Forofhisclosefriendsnonewereleftasbefore。Forthemostparttheywerelyingononeorotherofthefivebattlefrontsofthewar。Othershadfoundserviceinotherspheres。Onlyonewasstillinhishometown,pooroldPhilAmory,Frances’brother,half-blindinhisdarkenedroom,buttobringanythingofhisownheartburdentothatbravesoulseemedsacrilegeorworse。Trueenough,hewaspassingthroughthenewandthrillingexperienceofmakingacquaintancewithhisfather。ButoldGrantMaitlandwasahardmantoknow,andtheyweretoomuchalikeintheirreserveandintheirpovertyofself-expressiontomakemutualacquaintanceanythingbutaslowandinsomewaysapainfulprocess。 HenceinMaitland’shearttherewasanalmostextravagantgratitudetowardthisyounggenerous-heartedgirlwhosetouchhadthrilledhisheartandwhosevoicewithitspassionatenoteofloyalandunderstandingcomradeshipstillsanglikemusicinhissoul,“Alwaysandalways,CaptainJack,andevermore。“ “ByJove,Ihavegottofindsomewayofplayinguptothat,“hesaidaloud,asheturnedfromthegravelleddrivewayintothestreet。Andinthemonthsthatfollowedhewastofindthatthesearchtowhichhethencommittedhimselfwastocallfortheutmostofthepowersofsoulwhichwerehis。 Perrottewasbyalloddsthebestall-roundmanintheplaningmill,andforthesimplereasonthatforfifteenyearshehadfollowedthelumberfromtherawwoodthroughthevariousmachinestillheknewwoodsandmachinesandtheirwaysasnootherinthemillunlessitwasoldGrantMaitlandhimself。FifteenyearsagoPerrottehaddrifteddownfromthewoods,beatinghiswayonalumbertrain,havinglefthiswinter’spaybehindhimatthevergeofcivilisation,witholdJoeBarbeauandJoe’s“chuckerout。“Itwasthe“chuckerout“thatdraggedhimoutofthe“snakeroom“and,allunwitting,hadgivenhimaflyingstarttowardabetterlife。 PerrottecametoMaitlandwhentheseason’sworkwasatitsheightandeverysawandplanerwereroaringnightandday。 “Wantajob?“Maitlandhadshoutedoverthetearingsawathim。 “Whatcanyoudo?“ “(H)axe-manme,“growledPerrotte,lookingupathim,halfwistful,halfsullen。 “Seethatslab?Grabit,pileityonder。Theboards,slideovertheshoot。“Forthesewerestillprimitivedaysforlabor-savingdevices,andmenwerestillthecheapestthingaboutamill。 Perrottegrabbedtheslab,heaveditdowntoitspileofwaste,thenextboardheslidintotheshoot,andsocontinuedtillnoonfoundhimpaleandstaggering。 “What’sthematterwithyou?“saidMaitland。 “Notting——mebon,“saidPerrotte,and,clutchingatthedoorjamb,hungtheregasping。 Maitland’skeenblueeyessearchedhisface。“Huh!Whendidyoulasteat?Come!Nolying!“ “Twoday,“saidPerrotte,fightingforbreathandnerve。 “Here,boy,“shoutedMaitlandtoachoreladslouchingby,“jumpforthatcookhouseandfetchacupofcoffee,andbequick。“ Theboss’toneinjectedenergyintothegawkylad。InthreeminutesPerrottewasseatedonapileofslabs,drinkingacupofcoffee;infiveminutesmorehestoodup,readyfor“(h)annyman,(h)annyting。“ButMaitlandtookhimtothecook。 “Fillthismanup,“hesaid,“andthenshowhimwheretosleep。 And,Perrotte,to-morrowmorningatsevenyoubeatthetailofthesaw。“ “Oui,bygar!Perrottebedere。AndyougotonegoodmanTOO-day,forsure。“ Thatwasfifteenyearsago,and,barringcertain“jubilations,“ Perrottemadegoodhisprophecy。HebroughtupfromtheOttawahisIrishwife,acleverwomanwithhertonguebutahousekeeperthatscandalisedherthrifty,tidy,French-Canadianmother-in-law,andhistwochildren,aboyandagirl。UnderthesupervisionofhisbosshemadeforhisfamilyahomeandforhimselfanassuredplaceintheBlackwaterMills。Hischildrenfellintothehandsofateacherwithatruevocationforhisgreatworkandapassionforyounglife。Underhishandtheyouthoftherapidlygrowingmillvillageweresavedfromthesordidandsoul-debasinginfluencesoftheirenvironment,wereledoutofthemuddystreetsandcan-strewnbackyardstothosefarheightswheredwellthehighgodsofpoesyandromance。Fromthemaster,too,theylearnedtoknowtheirownwonderfulwoodsoutofwhichthenear-byfarmshadbeenhewn。Manyahome,too,oweditsbookshelftoAlexDay’sunobtrusivesuggestions。 ThePerrottechildrenwerepreparedforHighSchoolbythemaster’squietbutdeterminedpersistence。Tothefatherhehelduptheutilitarianadvantagesofaneducation。 “Yourboyisquick——whyshouldnotTonybeamasterofmensomeday?Givehimachancetoclimb。“ “Oui,bygar!Antoinehe’ssmartlee’lefeller。Imakhimsteeckonhisbook,youmakhimonebigbossonsomemill。“ Tothemotherthemasterspokeofsocialadvantages。Theempty- headedIrishwomanwhohadallthequickwitandclevernessoftonguecharacteristicofherracewasdeterminedthathergirlAnnetteshouldlearntobeasstylishas“themthattho’tthemselvesherbetters。“Sothechildrenwerekeptatschoolbytheirfondlyambitiousparents,andthemasterdidtherest。 AtthePublicSchool,thatgreatestofalldemocraticinstitutions,thePerrottechildrenmetthetownyouthoftheirownage,givingandtakingonequalterms,sharingcommonprivilegesandadvantagesandgrowingintoacommunitysolidarityalltheirown,whichinlateryearsbroughtitsownharvestofminglingjoyandbitterness,butwhichonthewholemadeforsoundmanhoodandwomanhood。 WiththegirlAnnetteoneeffectofthePublicSchoolanditsinfluences,educationalandsocial,wastorevealtoherthedepthoftheeducationalandsocialpitfromwhichshehadbeentaken。 HerHighSchooltrainingmighthavefittedherfortheteachingprofessionandcompletedhersocialemancipationbutforhervainandthriftlessmother,who,sociallyambitiousforherselfbutmoreforherhandsome,cleverchildren,foundherselfincreasinglyembarrassedforfunds。Shelackedthemeanswithwhichtosuitablyadornherselfandherchildrenforthestationinlifetowhichsheaspiredandforwhichgoodclothesweretheprimeequipmentandto“eddicate“Tonyashedeserved。HencewhenAnnettehadcompletedhersecondyearattheHighSchoolhermotherwithdrewherfromtheschoolanditsassociationsandfoundheraplaceinthenewFancyBoxFactory,wheregirlscouldobtain“anilligantandrefoinedjobwithgoodpayaswell。“ ThischangeinAnnette’soutlookbroughtwrathfuldisappointmenttotheheadmaster,AlexDay,whohadtakenaveryspecialprideinAnnette’sbrilliantschoolcareerandwhohadoutlinedforheraUniversitycourse。ToAnnetteherselftheendingofherschooldayswasabittergrief,thebitternessofwhichwouldhavebeengreatlyintensifiedhadshebeenabletomeasurethemagnitudeofthechangetobewroughtinherlifebyhermother’sfoolishvanityandunwisepreferenceofherson’stoherdaughter’sfuture。 ThedeterminingfactorinAnnette’ssubmissiontohermother’swillwasconsiderationforherbrotherandhiscareer。Forwhileforherfathershecherishedanaffectionateprideandforhermotheranamusedandprotectivepity,hergreatpassionwasforherbrother——herhandsome,vivacious,audaciousandmercurialbrother,Tony。Withhimshecounteditonlyjoytoshareheralltoomeagrewageswheneverhefoundhimselfinfinancialstraits。AndanotinfrequentsituationthiswaswithTony,who,whileheseemedtohaveinheritedfromhismotherthevivacity,quickwitandgeneralempty-headedness,fromhisfathergotnothingofthethriftandpatientenduranceofgrindingtoilcharacteristicoftheFrench- Canadianhabitant。Buthedidgetfromhisfatheracapacityfortheknowingandhandlingofmachinery,whichamountedalmosttogenius。Ofthefather’ssteadinessunderthegrindofdailyworkwhichhadmadehimtheheadmechanicintheMill,Tonypossessednotatittle。Whathecouldgeteasilyhegot,andgettingthisfanciedhimselfrichlyendowed,knowingnothowslightandsuperficialistheequipmentforlife’ssternfightthatcomeswithoutsweatofbrainandbody。Hisclevernessdeceivedfirsthimselfandthenhisfamily,whounitedinbelievinghimtobedestinedforhighplaceandgreatthings。Onlytwoofthosewhohadtodowithhiminhisboyhoodweighedhiminthebalanceoftruth。OnewashisPublicSchoolmaster,wholaboredwithincessantandpainfulcaretoawakeninhimsomeglimmeroftheneedofpreparationforthatbitterfighttowhicheverymanisappointed。TheotherwasGrantMaitland,whoseknowledgeofmenandoflife,gainedatcostofdesperateconflict,madetheyouth’ssoulanopenbooktohim。Recognisingtheboy’saptitude,hehadinholidayseasonssetTonybehindthemachinesinhisplaningmill,determinedforhisfather’ssaketomakeofhimamechanicalengineer。ToTonyeachnewmachinewasatoytobeplayedwith;inaweekortwohehadmastereditandgrownwearyofit。Thenceforthheslackedathisworkandbecameademoralizinginfluenceinhisdepartment,asourceofanxietytohissteady-goingfather,aplaguetohisemployer,tilltheholidaytimewasdone。 “Wereyoumyson,mylad,I’dsoonsettleyou,“GrantMaitlandwouldsay,whentheboywasreadytogobacktohisschool。“Youwillmakeamessofyourlifeunlessyoucanlearntostickatyourjob。Theroadsarefullofclevertramps,rememberthat,myboy。“ ButTonyonlysmiledhisbrilliantsmileathim,ashetookhispayenvelope,whichburnedaholeinhispockettillhehaddonewithit。WhenthenextholidaycameroundTonywouldpresenthimselfforajobwithJackMaitlandtopleadforhim。FortoTonyJackwasasking,towhomhegavepassionateloyaltywithoutstintormeasure。AndthusforhissonJack’ssake,Jack’sfathertookTonyonagain,resolvedtomakeanotherefforttomakesomethingoutofhim。 Thebondbetweenthetwoboyswashardtoanalyse。IngamesatPublicandHighSchoolJackwasalwaysCaptainandTonyhisright- handman,heldtohisplaceandhistrainingpartlybyhisadmiringdevotiontohisCaptainbutmorebyawholesomedreadoftheinexorabledisciplinarymeasureswhichslacknessortriflingwiththerulesofthegamewouldinevitablybringhim。JackMaitlandwastheonebeinginTony’sworldwhocouldputlastingfearintohissoulorsteadinessintohispractice。ButevenJackattimesfailed。 ThenwhenbothwereeighteentheywenttotheWar,JackasanOfficer,TonyasaNon-CommissionedOfficerinthesameBattalion,Jackhatingthebloodybusinessbutresolutetoplaythisgreatgameofdutyasheplayedallgamesforallthatwasinhim,TonyaglowatfirstwiththemovementandglitterandlatermadwiththelustfordeadlydaringthatwasnativetohisKelticGallicsoul。 TheyreturnedwiththeirrespectivedecorationsofD。S。O。andMilitaryMedalandeachwiththestampofwarcutdeepuponhim,inkeepingwiththequalityofhissoul。 Thereturntopeacewastothem,astothethousandsoftheircomradestowhomitwasgiventoreturn,ashockalmostasgreatashadbeentheadventureofwar。Inasingledaywhilestillamidthescenesandwithalltheparaphernaliaofwaraboutthemanunrealandbewilderingsilencehadfallenonthem。Likemenintheunearthlyrealitiesofadreamtheymovedthroughtheirroutineduties,waitingfortheordersthatwouldbringthatwell-known,sickening,savagetighteningoftheircourageandsendthem,ladenlikebeastsofburden,uponcemoretothathellofbloodandmud,ofnerve-shatteringshell,ofblindingglareandear-burstingroarofgunfire,and,worsethanall,totheplacewhere,crouchinginthefarcicaldeceptiveshelterofthesandbaggedtrench,theirfingersgrippingintothesteeloftheirriflehands,theywouldwaitforthezerohour。Butastheweekspassedandtheordersfailedtocometheypassedfromthatbewilderingandsubconsciousanxiouswaiting,toanexperienceofwildlyexultant,hystericalabandonment。Theyweredonewithallthatlonghorrorandterror; theywerenevertogobackintoitagain;theyweregoingbackhome;theNewDayhaddawned;warwasnomore,noreverwouldbeagain。Backtohome,towaitinghearts,toshiningeyes,towelcomingarms,topeace,theyweregoing。 Thereafter,whensomeweeksofpeacehadpassedandthedrumsofpeacehadfallenquietandtherushing,crowding,hurrahingpeoplehadmeltedaway,andthestreetsandroadswerefilledagainwithmenandwomenbentonbusiness,withengagementstokeep,thereturnedmenfoundthemselveswithdazed,listlessmindwaitingforordersfromsomeone,somewhere,orforthenextmovieshowtoopen。