"Long, John Luther - Purple-Eyes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Long John Luther)

dainty and very confidingЧvery wise. She had unconsciously got very close to
him. And Garland had vanquished his alarm of her.
"Me? I don' wish; but I got git you somethings eat. Soon you starve. I got."
But Garland would not let her goЧand she was a willing captive, though she
dissembled an urgent necessity.
"Where is Black-EyesЧand your mother?" asked Garland.
The girl seemed reluctant, but told him that they all worked in the neighboring
silk-mill, the pulsations of which he had heard in the night.
"Never mind. I'd rather famish," said the impulsive Garland, with a strange
remorse. "Will you assist?"
"Yaes," laughed the girl. "Me? I been famishЧ many times."
"Heavens!" breathed Garland, inventorying all her daintiness once more. "How
much do your mother and sister earn?"
The girl seemed quite indifferent as to this.
"Sometime fi' sen; sometime tenЧfifteen; one times, twenty-two."
"And you?"
"Me? Oh, jus' liddle."
She earned more than the other two.
"And what does it cost you to live?"
"Live? Half those fi'ЧtenЧfifteen sen."
"And you save the rest? That is very prudent."
The girl looked bewildered; then she explained:
"Other half sen' Brownie."
He suddenly let her go. She leaned over him bewitchingly.
"Firs' some breakfas'; then I go'n' help you famishЧall day! What you thing?"
She came back in a moment. The sleeves of her kimono were tucked out of the way,
and there was rice-flour on her pretty arms.
"You go'n' to naever tellЧ'bout those fi'ЧtenЧ fifteen sen, an' all those?"
"No," said Garland; "I will never tell."
"Else they go'n' kill me," she threatened gayly.
"I prefer to have you live," he laughed, as brightly as he could.
"Tha' 's secret among jus' you an' me?"
"Yes," said Garland.
She started away, then came back.
"Me? I ligЧI ligЧhave secret among jus' you an' me." With a radiant face she
fled.
And here was Brownie's poor little skeleton stripped naked. He had lived at the
university like a gentleman. He was still living in Philadelphia like a
gentleman. Garland wondered whether it would make any difference in Philadelphia
if it were known that it was the pitiful "fi'ЧtenЧfifteen sen'" that his mother
and sisters earned each day that supported him. A great disgust for Brownie and
a great pity for Purple-Eyes were the immediate postulates. And is not pity akin
to love?
IIIЧTHE DANCE OF THE RED MAPLE-LEAVES
The question of making one's toilet in the interior of Japan is still a serious
one for the American who lives behind closed doors and cherishes his divine
right of privacy. Garland had solved the vexation for all his contemporaries
(according to Garland) by making his toilet as to half or quarter of his sacred
person at a time (depending somewhat upon the danger of surprise), thus reducing
the chances of exposure by one-half or three-quarters. Purple-Eyes brought him