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one basket(一个篮子)-第16章

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…〃 

     But    Terry   freed   herself   with   a  final  jerk  and   whipped     around    the 

counter。     The two; who had been talking together in an undertone; turned 

to   welcome   her。     〃We've   got   a   half…hour。    Come   on。     It's   just   over   to 

Clark and up a block or so。〃 

     The   University   Inn;   that   gloriously   intercollegiate   institution   which 

welcomes any  graduate   of any  school of   experience; was situated in the 

basement;   down   a   flight   of   stairs。   Into   the   unwonted   quiet   that   reigns 

during the hour of low potentiality; between five and six; the three went; 

and seated themselves at a table in an obscure corner。                 A waiter brought 

them     things   in  little  glasses;   though    no   order   had   been   given。    The 

woman who had been Ruby Watson was so silent as to be almost wordless。 

But the man talked rapidly。          He talked well; too。        The same quality that 

enabled   him;   voiceless   though   he   was;   to   boost   a   song   to   success   was 

making his plea sound plausible in Terry's ears now。 

       〃I've got to go and make up in a few minutes。              So get this。     I'm not 

going to stick down in this basement eating house forever。                    I've got too 

much talent。 If I only had a voiceI mean a singing voice。                But I haven't。 

But then; neither had Georgie Cohan; and I can't see that it wrecked his 

life any。 Now listen。       I've got a song。      It's my own。      That bit you played 

for me up at Gottschalk's is part of the chorus。              But it's the words that'll 

go    big。   They're     great。    It's  an   aviation   song;    see?   Airplane      stuff。 

They're yelling that it's the airyoplanes that're going to win this war。               Well; 

I'll   help   'em。  This   song   is   going   to   put   the   aviator   where   he   belongs。 

It's going to be the big song   of the   war。         It's going to make   ‘Tipperary' 

sound like a Moody and Sankey hymn。                It's the〃 

     Ruby lifted her heavy…lidded eyes and sent him a meaning look。                   〃Get 

down   to   business;   Leon。      I'll   tell   her   how   good   you   are   while   you're 

making up。〃 

     He shot her a malignant glance; but took her advice。                〃Now what I've 

been looking for for years is somebody who has got the music knack to 

give me the accompaniment just a quarter of a jump ahead of my voice; 

see?     I can follow like a lamb; but I've got to have that feeler first。               It's 

more than a knack。         It's a gift。  And you've got it。        I know it when I see 



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it。   I want to get away from this night…club thing。              There's nothing in it 

for a man of my talent。          I'm gunning for bigger game。            But they won't 

sign me without a tryout。         And when they hear my voice they Well; if 

me and you work together we can fool 'em。                 The song's great。       And my 

make…up's one of these aviation costumes to go with the song; see?                   Pants 

tight in the knee and baggy on the hips。              And a coat with one of those 

full…skirt whaddyoucall… 'ems〃 

       〃Peplums;〃 put in Ruby; placidly。 

     〃Sure。     And     the  girls'll  be  wild   about   it。  And     the  words!〃     He 

began to sing; gratingly off key: 

     Put on your sky clothes;                 Put on your fly clothes;                 And 

take    a  trip  with   me。           We'll    sail  so  high            Up    in  the   sky 

We'll drop a bomb from Mercury。 

     〃Why; that's awfully cute!〃 exclaimed Terry。               Until now her opinion 

of Mr。 Sammett's talents had not been on a level with his。 

     〃Yeah; but wait till you hear the second verse。             That's only part of the 

chorus。     You see; he's supposed to be talking to a French girl。             He says: 

     ‘I'll  parlez…vous     in   Francais    plain              You'll    answer;     〃Cher 

Americain;〃               We'll both 。 。 。'〃 

     The   six…o'clock   lights   blazed   up   suddenly。     A  sad…looking   group   of 

men     trailed  in  and   made     for  a  corner   where    certain   bulky;   shapeless 

bundles   were   soon   revealed   as   those   glittering   and   tortuous   instruments 

which go to make a jazz band。 

     〃You better go; Lee。         The crowd comes in awful early now; with all 

these buyers in town。〃 

     Both hands on the table; he half rose; reluctantly; still talking。               〃I've 

got   three   other   songs。   They   make   Gottschalk's   stuff   look   sick。      All   I 

want's   a   chance。     What   I   want   you   to   do   is   accompaniment。     On   the 

stage; see?     Grand piano。       And a swell set。       I haven't quite made up my 

mind   to   it。  But   a   kind   of   an   army   camp   room;   see? And   maybe   you 

dressed   as   Liberty。    Anyway;   it'll be   new;  and   a knockout。        If   only  we 

can   get   away   with   the   voice   thing。  Say;   if   Eddie   Foy;   all   those   years 

never had a〃 

     The band opened with a terrifying clash of cymbal and thump of drum。 



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〃Back at the end of my first turn;〃 he said as he Red。                Terry followed his 

lithe;   electric   figure。  She   turned   to   meet   the   heavy…lidded   gaze   of   the 

woman seated opposite。           She relaxed; then; and sat back with a little sigh。 

〃Well!     If he talks that way to the managers I don't see〃 

     Ruby laughed a mirthless little laugh。             〃Talk doesn't get it over with 

the managers; honey。         You've got to deliver。〃 

     〃Well; but he'sthat song is a good one。            I don't say it's as good as he 

thinks it is; but it's good。〃 

     〃Yes;〃 admitted the woman; grudgingly; 〃it's good。〃 

     〃Well; then?〃 

     The     woman      beckoned      a   waiter;   he   nodded      and   vanished;     and 

reappeared   with   a   glass   that   was   twin   to   the   one   she   had   just   emptied。 

〃Does he look like he knew French?              Or could make a rhyme?〃 

     〃But didn't he?      Doesn't he?〃 

     〃The   words   were   written   by   a   little   French   girl   who   used   to   skate 

down   here   last   winter;   when   the   craze   was   on。     She   was   stuck   on   a 

Chicago kid who went over to fly for the French。〃 

     〃But the music?〃 

     〃There was a Russian girl who used to dance in the cabaret and she 

〃 

     Terry's head came up with a characteristic little jerk。              〃I don't believe 

it!〃 

     〃Better。〃     She    gazed    at  Terry    with   the  drowsy     look   that   was   so 

different   from   the   quick;   clear   glance   of   the   Ruby   Watson   who   used   to 

dance so nimbly in the old Bijou days。               〃What'd you and your husband 

quarrel about; Terry?〃 

     Terry was furious to feel herself flushing。            〃Oh; nothing。       He justI… 

…it was Say; how did you know we'd quarreled?〃 

     And   suddenly   all   the   fat   woman's   apathy   dropped   from   her   like   a 

garment and some of the old sparkle and animation illumined her heavy 

face。    She pushed her glass aside and leaned forward on her folded arms; 

so that her face was close to Terry's。 

     〃Terry Sheehan; I know you've quarreled; and I know just what it was 

about。     Oh; I don't mean the very thing it was about; but the kind of thing。 



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I'm going to do something for you; Terry; that I wouldn't take the trouble 

to do for most women。            But I guess I ain't had all the softness knocked 

out of me yet; though it's a wonder。           And I guess I remember too plain the 

decent   kid   you   was   in   the   old   days。  What   was   the   name   of   that   little 

small…time house me and Jim used to play?                Bijou; that's it; Bijou。〃 

     The band struck up a new tune。             Leon Sammettslim; sleek; lithe in 

his evening clothesappeared with a little fair girl in pink chiffon。                  The 

woman   reached   across   the   table   and   put   one   pudgy;   jeweled   hand   on 

Terry's arm。      〃He'll be through in ten minutes。           Now listen to me。        I left 

Jim four years ago; and there hasn't been a minute since then; day or night; 

when   I   wouldn't   have   crawled   back   to   him
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