美国故事 SENEWS-2006-0513-Feature

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Today we complete the story Paul's Case. It was written by Willa Cather. Here is Kay Gallant¹ with the story.

Paul was a student with a lot of problems. He hated school. He didn't like living with his family on Cordelia Street in the industrial city of Pittsburgh. Paul wanted to be surrounded by beautiful things. He loved his part-time job as an usher² at the concert hall. He helped people find their seats before the concert, then he could listen to the music and dream of exciting places. Paul also spent a lot of time at the local theater. He knew many of the actors who worked there. He used to do little jobs for them and they would let him see plays for free. Paul had little time left for his studies. So he was always in trouble with his teachers. Finally, Paul's teachers complained again to his father. His father took him out of school and made him take a job in a large company. He would not let Paul go near the concert hall or the theater.

Paul did not like his job as a messenger³ boy. He began to plan his escape. A few weeks later, Paul's boss Mr. Danny gave Paul a large amount of money to take to the bank. He told Paul to hurry because it was Friday afternoon. He said the bank would close soon and would not open again until Monday. At the bank, Paul took the money out of his pocket. It was 5,000 dollars. Paul put the money back in his coat pocket and he walked out of the bank. He went to the train station and bought a one-way ticket for New York City. That afternoon, Paul left Pittsburgh forever. The train traveled slowly through a January snowstorm⁴. The slow movement made Paul fall asleep. The train whistle⁵ blew just as the sun was coming up. Paul awoke, feeling dirty and uncomfortable. He quickly touched his coat pocket. The money was still there. It was not a dream. He really was on his way to New York City with 5,000 dollars in his pocket.

Finally, the train pulled into central station. Paul walked quickly out of the station and went immediately to an expensive clothing store for man. The salesman was very polite when he saw Paul's money. Paul bought two suits, several white silk shirts, some silk ties of different colors. Then he bought a black tuxedo⁶ suit for the theater, a warm winter coat, a red bathrobe and the finest silk underclothes. He told the salesman he wanted to wear one of the new suits and the coat immediately. The salesman bowed and smiled. Paul then took a taxi to another shop where he bought several pairs of leather shoes and boots. Next, he went to the famous jewelry⁷ store Tiffanies and bought a tiepin and some brushes with silver handles. His last stop was a luggage store where he had all his new clothes put into several expensive suitcases.

It was a little before one o'clock in the afternoon when Paul arrived at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. The doorman opened the hotel's glass doors for Paul and the boy entered. The thick carpet under his feet had the colors of a thousand jewels. The lights sparkled⁸ from crystal⁹ chandeliers. Paul told the hotel clerk he was from Washington¹⁰ D.C. he said his mother and father were arriving in a few days from Europe. He explained he was going to wait for them at the hotel.

In his dreams, Paul had planned this trip to New York a hundred times. He knew all about the Waldorf-Astoria, one of New York's most expensive hotels. As soon as he entered his rooms, he thought that everything was perfect except for one thing. He rang the bell and asked for fresh flowers to be sent quickly to his rooms. When the flowers came, Paul put them in water and then he took a long hot bath. He came out of the bathroom, wearing the red silk bathrobe. Outside his windows, the snow was falling so fast that he could not see across the street. But inside, the air was warm and sweet. He lay down on the sofa in his sitting room. It had all been so very simple, he thought. When they had shut him out of the theatre and the concert hall, Paul knew he had to leave. But he was surprised that he had not been afraid to go. He could not remember a time when he had not been afraid of something even when he was a little boy. But now he felt free, he wasn't afraid any more. He watched the snow until he fell asleep.

It was 4 o'clock in the afternoon when Paul woke up. He spent nearly an hour getting dressed. He looked at himself often in the mirror. His dark blue suit fit him so well that he did not seem too thin. The white silk shirt and the blue and lilac tie felt cool and smooth under his fingers. He was exactly the kind of boy he had always wanted to be.

Paul put on his new winter coat and went downstairs. He got into a taxi and told the driver to take him for a ride along 5th Avenue¹¹. Paul stared at the expensive stores.

As the taxi stopped for a red light, Paul noticed a flower shop. Through the window, he could see all kinds of flowers. Paul thought the violets¹², roses, and lilies of the valley looked even more lovely because they were blooming in the middle of winter. Paul began to feel hungry. So he asked the taxi driver to take him back to the hotel.

As he entered the dinning¹³ room, the music of the hotel orchestra¹⁴ floated up to greet him. He sat at a table near a window. The fresh flowers, the white tablecloth¹⁶ and the colored wine glasses pleased Paul's eyes. Soft music, below voices of the people around him, and soft popping of champagne¹⁸ corks¹⁹ whispered²⁰ into Paul's ears. This is what everyone wants, he thought. He could not believe he had ever lived in Pittsburgh on Codelia Street. That belonged to another time and place. Paul lifted the crystal glass of champagne and drank the cool precious²¹ bubbling²² wine. He belonged here.

Later that evening, Paul put on his black tuxedo and went to the opera. He felt perfectly²³ at ease¹⁷. He had only to look at his tuxedo to know he belonged with all the other beautiful people in the opera house. He didn't talk to anyone. But his eyes recorded everything.

Paul's golden²⁴ days went by without a shadow. He made each one as perfect as he could. On the 8th day after his arrival²⁵ in New York, he found a report in a newspaper about his crime²⁶. It's said that his father had paid the company the 5,000 dollars that Paul had stolen. It's said Paul had been seen in a New York hotel and it's said Paul's father was in New York. He was looking for Paul to bring him back to Pittsburgh.

Paul's knees became weak. He sat down in a chair and put his head in his hands. The dream was ended. He had to go back to Codelia Street, back to the yellow papered bedroom, the smell of cook cabbage, the daily ride to work on the crowded street cars. Paul poured himself a glass of champagne and drank it quickly. He poured another glass and drank that one too.

Paul had a taxi take him out of the city and into the country. The taxi left him near some railroad²⁷ tracks²⁸. Paul suddenly remembered all the flowers he had seen in a shop window his first night in New York. He realized that by now every one of those flowers was dead. They had had only one splendid²⁹ moment to challenge³⁰ winter. A train whistle broke into Paul's thoughts. He watched as the train grew bigger and bigger. As it came closer, Paul's body shook. His lips³¹ were a frightened smile. Paul looked nervously³² around as if someone might be watching him. When the right moment came, Paul jumped. And as he jumped, he realized his great mistake. The blue of the ocean and the yellow of the desert flashed through his brain. He had not seen them yet. There was so much he had not seen. Paul felt something hit his chest¹⁵. He felt his body fly through the air far and fast. Then everything turned black. And Paul dropped back into the great design of things.

You have just heard the American Story "Paul's Case". It was written by Willa Cather. Your storyteller was Kay Gallant. Listen again next week at this time for another American story told in Special English on the Voice of America. I'm Steve Ember.

薇拉·凯瑟(Willa Cather l873-1947),20世纪上半叶美国著名的女作家,著名评论家。出生在弗吉尼亚州，幼时随父母迁居到中西部的内布拉斯加州。内布拉斯加大学毕业后曾任中学教员、记者和杂志编辑。1912年开始专事写作。其作品有《哦，拓荒者们!》(1913)，《我的安东尼亚》(1918)，《一个沉沦的妇女》(1923)，《教授的住宅》(1925)，及《死神来迎接大主教》(1927)，《莎菲拉与女奴》(1940)等