【英文短篇小说】THE MONKEY'S PAW（1）

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Chapter I.

 

WITHOUT, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlour of Laburnam Villa¹ the blinds were drawn² and the fire burned brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed³ ideas about the game involving radical⁴ changes, putting his king into such sharp and unnecessary perils⁵ that it even provoked comment from the white-haired old lady knitting placidly⁶ by the fire.

 

"Hark at the wind," said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably⁷ desirous of preventing his son from seeing it.

 

"I'm listening," said the latter, grimly surveying the board as he stretched out his hand. "Check."

 

"I should hardly think that he'd come to-night," said his father, with his hand poised⁸ over the board.

 

"Mate," replied the son.

 

"That's the worst of living so far out," bawled⁹ Mr. White, with sudden and unlooked-for violence; "of all the beastly, slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in, this is the worst. Pathway's a bog¹⁰, and the road's a torrent¹¹. I don't know what people are thinking about. I suppose because only two houses on the road are let, they think it doesn't matter."

 

"Never mind, dear," said his wife soothingly¹²; "perhaps you'll win the next one."

 

Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept¹³ a knowing glance between mother and son. The words died away on his lips, and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey beard.

 

"There he is," said Herbert White, as the gate banged to loudly and heavy footsteps came toward the door.

 

The old man rose with hospitable¹⁴ haste, and opening the door, was heard condoling¹⁵ with the new arrival. The new arrival also condoled¹⁶ with himself, so that Mrs. White said, "Tut, tut!" and coughed gently as her husband entered the room, followed by a tall burly man, beady of eye and rubicund¹⁷ of visage.

 

"Sergeant-Major Morris," he said, introducing him.

 

The sergeant-major shook hands, and taking the proffered¹⁸ seat by the fire, watched contentedly¹⁹ while his host got out whisky and tumblers and stood a small copper²⁰ kettle on the fire.

 

At the third glass his eyes got brighter, and he began to talk, the little family circle regarding with eager interest this visitor from distant parts, as he squared his broad shoulders in the chair and spoke²¹ of strange scenes and doughty²² deeds; of wars and plagues and strange peoples.

 

"Twenty-one years of it," said Mr. White, nodding at his wife and son. "When he went away he was a slip of a youth in the warehouse²³. Now look at him."

 

"He don't look to have taken much harm," said Mrs. White, politely.

 

"I'd like to go to India myself," said the old man, "just to look round a bit, you know."

 

"Better where you are," said the sergeant-major, shaking his head. He put down the empty glass, and sighing softly, shook it again.

 

"I should like to see those old temples and fakirs and jugglers," said the old man. "What was that you started telling me the other day about a monkey's paw or something, Morris?"

 

"Nothing," said the soldier hastily. "Leastways, nothing worth hearing."

 

"Monkey's paw?" said Mrs. White curiously²⁴.

 

"Well, it's just a bit of what you might call magic, perhaps," said the sergeant-major off-handedly.

 

His three listeners leaned forward eagerly. The visitor absentmindedly put his empty glass to his lips and then set it down again. His host filled it for him.

 

"To look at," said the sergeant-major, fumbling²⁵ in his pocket, "it's just an ordinary little paw, dried to a mummy."

 

He took something out of his pocket and proffered it. Mrs. White drew back with a grimace²⁶, but her son, taking it, examined it curiously.

 

"And what is there special about it?" inquired Mr. White, as he took it from his son and, having examined it, placed it upon the table.

 

"It had a spell put on it by an old fakir," said the sergeant-major, "a very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled people's lives, and that those who interfered²⁷ with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell on it so that three separate men could each have three wishes from it."

 

His manner was so impressive that his hearers were conscious that their light laughter jarred somewhat.

 

"Well, why don't you have three, sir?" said Herbert White cleverly.

 

The soldier regarded him in the way that middle age is wont²⁸ to regard presumptuous²⁹ youth. "I have," he said quietly, and his blotchy³⁰ face whitened.

 

"And did you really have the three wishes granted?" asked Mrs. White.

 

"I did," said the sergeant-major, and his glass tapped against his strong teeth.

 

"And has anybody else wished?" inquired the old lady.

 

"The first man had his three wishes, yes," was the reply. "I don't know what the first two were, but the third was for death. That's how I got the paw."

 

His tones were so grave that a hush³¹ fell upon the group.

 

"If you've had your three wishes, it's no good to you now, then, Morris," said the old man at last. "What do you keep it for?"

 

The soldier shook his head. "Fancy, I suppose," he said slowly.

 

"If you could have another three wishes," said the old man, eyeing him keenly, "would you have them?"

 

"I don't know," said the other. "I don't know."

 

He took the paw, and dangling³² it between his front finger and thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire. White, with a slight cry, stooped down and snatched it off.

 

"Better let it burn," said the soldier solemnly.

 

"If you don't want it, Morris," said the old man, "give it to me."

 

"I won't," said his friend doggedly³³. "I threw it on the fire. If you keep it, don't blame me for what happens. Pitch it on the fire again, like a sensible man."

 

The other shook his head and examined his new possession closely. "How do you do it?" he inquired.

 

"Hold it up in your right hand and wish aloud,' said the sergeant-major, "but I warn you of the consequences."

 

"Sounds like the Arabian Nights," said Mrs White, as she rose and began to set the supper. "Don't you think you might wish for four pairs of hands for me?"

 

Her husband drew the talisman³⁴ from his pocket and then all three burst into laughter as the sergeant-major, with a look of alarm on his face, caught him by the arm.

 

"If you must wish," he said gruffly, "wish for something sensible."

 

Mr. White dropped it back into his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his friend to the table. In the business of supper the talisman was partly forgotten, and afterward³⁵ the three sat listening in an enthralled³⁶ fashion to a second instalment of the soldier's adventures in India.

 

"If the tale about the monkey paw is not more truthful³⁷ than those he has been telling us," said Herbert, as the door closed behind their guest, just in time for him to catch the last train, "we shan't make much out of it."

 

"Did you give him anything for it, father?" inquired Mrs. White, regarding her husband closely.

 

"A trifle," said he, colouring slightly. "He didn't want it, but I made him take it. And he pressed me again to throw it away."

 

"Likely," said Herbert, with pretended horror. "Why, we're going to be rich, and famous, and happy. Wish to be an emperor, father, to begin with; then you can't be henpecked."

 

He darted³⁸ round the table, pursued by the maligned³⁹ Mrs. White armed with an antimacassar.

 

Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously⁴⁰. "I don't know what to wish for, and that's a fact," he said slowly. "It seems to me I've got all I want."

 

"If you only cleared the house, you'd be quite happy, wouldn't you?" said Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. "Well, wish for two hundred pounds, then; that'll just do it."

 

His father, smiling shamefacedly at his own credulity, held up the talisman, as his son, with a solemn face somewhat marred⁴¹ by a wink⁴² at his mother, sat down at the piano and struck a few impressive chords.

 

"I wish for two hundred pounds," said the old man distinctly.

 

A fine crash from the piano greeted the words, interrupted by a shuddering⁴³ cry from the old man. His wife and son ran toward him.

 

"It moved, he cried, with a glance of disgust at the object as it lay on the floor. "As I wished it twisted in my hands like a snake."

 

"Well, I don't see the money," said his son, as he picked it up and placed it on the table, "and I bet I never shall."

 

"It must have been your fancy, father," said his wife, regarding him anxiously.

 

He shook his head. "Never mind, though; there's no harm done, but it gave me a shock all the same."

 

They sat down by the fire again while the two men finished their pipes. Outside, the wind was higher than ever, and the old man started nervously⁴⁴ at the sound of a door banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled upon all three, which lasted until the old couple rose to retire for the night.

 

"I expect you'll find the cash tied up in a big bag in the middle of your bed," said Herbert, as he bade them good-night, "and something horrible squatting⁴⁵ up on top of the wardrobe watching you as you pocket your ill-gotten gains."

 

He sat alone in the darkness, gazing at the dying fire, and seeing faces in it. The last face was so horrible and so simian⁴⁶ that he gazed at it in amazement⁴⁷. It got so vivid that, with a little uneasy laugh, he felt on the table for a glass containing a little water to throw over it. His hand grasped the monkey's paw, and with a little shiver he wiped his hand on his coat and went up to bed.

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