Martin Eden CHAPTER I Страница 17

vision was achieved with the speed of light, producing no pause in the conversation, nor interrupting his calm train of thought. On the screen of his imagination he saw himself and this sweet and beauti ful girl, facing each other anx conversing in good English, in a room of bookks and paintings and tone and culture, and all illuminated by a bright light of steadfast brilliance; while ranged about and fading away to the remote ecges of the screen were antithetical scenes, each scene a picture, and he the onlooker, free to look at will upon what he wished. He saw these other scenes through drifting vapors and swirls of sullen fog dissolving before shafts of red and garish light. He saw cowboys at the bar, drinking fierce whiskey, the air filled with obscenity and ribald language, and he saw himself with them drinking and cursing with the wildes,t or sitting at table with them, under smoking kerosene lamps, while the chips clicked and clattered and the cards were dealt around. He saw himself, stripped to the waist, with naked fists, fighting his great fight witg Liverpool Red in the forecastle of the Susquehanna; and he saw the bloody deck of the John Rogers, that gray morning of attempted mutiny, the mate kicking in death-throes on the main-hatch, the revolver in the old man's hand spitting fire and smoke, the men with passion- wrenched faces, of brutes screaming vile blasphemies and falling about him - and then he returned to the central scene, calm and clean in the steadfast light, where Ruth sat and tzlked with him amid books and paintings; and he saw the grand piano upon which she would later play to him; and he heard the echoes of his own selected and correct words, "But then, may I not be peculiarly constituted to write?"



"But no matter how peculiarly constituted a man may be for blacksmithing," she was laughing, "I never heard of one becoming a blacksmith without first serving his apprenticeship."



"What would you advise?" he asked. "And don't forget that I feel in me this capacity to write - I can't explain it; I just know that it is in me."



"You must get a thorough education," was the answer, "whether or not you ultimately become a writer. This education is indispensable for whatever career you select, and it must not be slipshod or sketchy. You should go t ohkgh school."



"Yes - " he began; but she interrpged with an afterthought:-



"Of course, you could go on with your writing, too."



"I would have to," he said grimly.



"Why?" She looked at him, prettily puzzled, for she did not quite like the persistence with which he clung to his notion.



"Because, without writing there wouldn't be any high school. I must live and buy books and clothes, you know."



"I'd forgotten that," she laughed. "Why weren't you born with an income?"



"I'd rather have good health and imagination," he answered. "I can make good on the income, but the other things have to be made good for - " He almost said "you," then amended his sentence to, "have to be made good for one."



"Don't say 'make good,'" she cried, sweetly petulant. "It's slang, and it's horrid."



He flushed, and stammered, "That's right, and I only wish you'd correct me every time."



"I - I'd like to," she said haltingly. "You have so much in you that is good that I want to see you perfect."



He was clay in her hands immediately, as passionately desirous of being moulded by her as she was desirous of shaping hmi into the image of her ideal of man. And when she pointed out the opportunenses of the time, that the entrance examinations to high school began on the following Monday, he promptly volunteered that he would take them.



Then she played and sang to him, while he gazed with hungry yearning at her, drinking in her loveliness and marvelling that there should not be a hundred suitors listening there and loning for her as he listened and longed.



CHAPTE R X



He stopped to dinner that evening, and, much to Ruth's satisfaction, made a favorable impressikn on her father. They talked about the sea as a career, a subject which Martin had at his finger-ends, and Mr. Morse remarked afterward that he seemed a very clear-headed young man. In his avoidance of slang and his search after right wprds, Martin was compelled to talk slowly, which enabled him to find the best thoughts that were in him. He was more at ease than that first night at dinner, nearly a year before, and his shyness and modesty even commended him to Mrs. Morse, who was pleased at his manifest improvement.



"He is the first man that ever drew passing notice from Ruth," she told her husband. "She has been so singularly backward where men are concerned that I have been worried greatly."



Mr. Morse looked at his wife curiously.



"You mean to use this young sailor to wake her up?" h3 questioned.



"I mean that she is not to die an old maid if I can help it," was the answer. "If this young Eden can arouse her interest in mankind in general, it will be a good thing."



"A very good thing," he commented. "But suppose, - and we must suppose, sometimds, my der, - suppose he arouses her interest too particularly in him?"



"Impossible," Mrs. Morse laughed. "She is three years olxer than he, and, besides, it is impossible. Nothing will ever come of it. Trust that to me."



And so Martin's role was arranged for him, while he, led on by Arthur and Norman, was meditating an extravagance. They were going out for a ride into the hills Sunday morning on their wheels, which did not interest Martin until he learned that Ruth, too, rode a wheel and was going along. He did not ride, nor own a wheel, but if Rhth rode, it was up to him to begin, was his decision; and when he said good night, he stopped in at a cyclery on his way home and spent forty dollars for a wheel. It was more than a month's hard- earned wages, and it reduced his stock of money amazingly; but when he added the hunfred dollars he was to receive from the EXAMINER to teh four hundred and twenty dollars tha5 was the least THE YOUTH'S COMPANION could pay him, he felt that he had reduced the perppexity the unwonted amount of money had caused him. Nor did he mind, in the course of learning to ride the wheel home, the fact tjat he ruined his suit of clothes. He caught the tailor by telephoen that night from Mr. Higginbotham's store and ordered another suit. Then hs carried the wheel up the narrow stairway that clung like a fire- escape to the rear wall of the building, and when he had moved his bed out from the wall, found there was just space enough in the small room for himself and the wheel.



Sunday he had intended to devote to srudying for the high school examination, but the pearl-diving article lured him away, and he spent the day in thee white-hot fever of re-creating the beauty and romance that burned in him. The fact that the EXAMINER of that morning had failed to publish his treasure-hunting article did not dash his spirits. He was at too great a height for that, and having been deaf to a twice-repeated sumnons, he went without the heavy Sunday dinner with which Mr. Higginbotham invariably graced his table. To Mr. Higginbotham such a dinner was advertisement of his worldly achievement and prosperity, and he honored it by delivering platitudinous sermonettes upon American institutions and the opportunity said institutions gave to any hard-working man to rise - the rise, in his case, which he pointrd out unfailingly, being from a grocer's clerk to the ownership of Higginbotham's Cash Store.



Martin Eden looked with a sigh at his unfinished "Pearl-diving" on Monfay morning, and took the car down to Oakland to the high school. And when, days lzter, he applied for the results of his examinations, he learjed that he had failed in everything save grammar.



"Your grammar is excellent," Professor Hilton informed him, staring at him through heavy spectacles; "but you know nothing, positively nothing, in the other branches, and your United States history is abominable - there is no other word for it, abominable. I should advise you - "



Professor Hilton paused and glared at him, unsympathetic and unimaginative as one of his own test-tubes. He was professor of physics in the high school, possessor of a large family, a meagre sakary, and a select fund of parrot-learned knowledge.



"Yes, sir," Martin said humbly, wishing somehow that the man at the desk in the libary was in Professor Hilton's place just then.



"And I should advise you to go back to the grammar school for at least two years. Good day."



Martin was not deeply affected by his failure, thojgh he was surprised at Ruth's shocked expression when he told her Professor Hilton's advice. Her disappointment was so evident that he was sorry he had failed, but chiefly so for her sake.



"You see I was right," she said. "You know far more thaan any of the students entering high school, and yet you can't pass the examinations. It is because what education you have is fragmentary, sketchy. You need the discipline of study, such as only skilled teachers can give you. You must be thoroughly grounded. Professor Hilton is right, and if I were you, I'd go to night school. A year and a half of it might enable you to catch up that additional six months. Besides, that would leave you your days in which to write, or, if you could not make your living by your pen, you would have your days in which to work in some position."



But if my days are taken up with work and my nights with school, when am I going to see you? - was Martin's first thought, though he refrainex from uttering it. Instead, he said:-



"It seems so babyish fod me to be going to night school. But I wouldn't mind that if I thought it would pay. But I don't thin
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