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1、【国外英文文学】Merton of the MoviesMerton of the Moviesby Harry Leon WilsonTo George AdeCONTENTS I. DIRTY WORK AT THE BORDER II. THAT NIGHT-THE APARTMENTS OF CLIFFORD ARMYTAGE III. WESTERN STUFF IV. THE WATCHER AT THE GATE V. A BREACH IN THE CITY WALLS VI. UNDER THE GLASS TOPS VII. NOTHING TO-DAY, DEAR! VI

2、II. CLIFFORD ARMYTAGE, THE OUTLAW IX. MORE WAYS THAN ONE X. OF SHATTERED ILLUSIONS XI. THE MONTAGUE GIRL INTERVENES XII. ALIAS HAROLD PARMALEE XIII. GENIUS COMES INTO ITS OWN XIV. OUT THERE WHERE MEN ARE MEN XV. A NEW TRAIL XVI. OF SARAH NEVADA MONTAGUE XVII. MISS MONTAGUE USES HER OWN FACEXVIII. FI

3、VE REELS-500 LAUGHS XIX. THE TRAGIC COMEDIAN XX. ONWARD AND UPWARDCHAPTER IDIRTY WORK AT THE BORDERAt the very beginning of the tale there comes a moment of puzzled hesitation. One way of approach is set beside another for choice, and a third contrived for better choice. Still the puzzle persists, a

4、ll because the one precisely right way might seem-shall we say intense, high keyed, clamorous? Yet if one way is the only right way, why pause? Courage! Slightly dazed, though certain, let us be on, into the shrill thick of it. So, then-Out there in the great open spaces where men are men, a clash o

5、f primitive hearts and the coming of young love into its own! Well had it been for Estelle St. Clair if she had not wandered from the Fordyce ranch. A moments delay in the arrival of Buck Benson, a second of fear in that brave heart, and hers would have been a fate worse than death.Had she not been

6、warned of Snake le Vasquez, the outlaw-his base threat to win her by fair means or foul? Had not Buck Benson himself, that strong, silent man of the open, begged her to beware of the half-breed? Perhaps she had resented the hint of mastery in Bensons cool, quiet tones as he said, Miss St. Clair, maa

7、m, I beg you not to endanger your welfare by permitting the advances of this viper. He bodes no good to such as you.Perhaps-who knows?-Estelle St. Clair had even thought to trifle with the feelings of Snake le Vasquez, then to scorn him for his presumption. Although the beautiful New York society gi

8、rl had remained unsullied in the midst of a citys profligacy, she still liked to play with fire, as she laughingly said, and at the quiet words of Benson-Two-Gun Benson his comrades of the border called him-she had drawn herself to her full height, facing him in all her blond young beauty, and poute

9、d adorably as she replied, Thank you! But I can look out for myself.Yet she had wandered on her pony farther than she meant to, and was not without trepidation at the sudden appearance of the picturesque halfbreed, his teeth flashing in an evil smile as he swept off his broad sombrero to her. Above

10、her suddenly beating heart she sought to chat gayly, while the quick eyes of the outlaw took in the details of the smart riding costume that revealed every line of her lithe young figure. But suddenly she chilled under his hot glance that now spoke all too plainly.I must return to my friends, she fa

11、ltered. They will be anxious. But the fellow laughed with a sinister leer. No-ah, no, the lovely senorita will come with me, he replied; but there was the temper of steel in his words. For Snake le Vasquez, on the border, where human life was lightly held, was known as the Slimy Viper. Of all the ev

12、il men in that inferno, Snake was the foulest. Steeped in vice, he feared neither God nor man, and respected no woman. And now, Estelle St. Clair, drawing-room pet, pampered darling of New York society, which she ruled with an iron hand from her fathers Fifth Avenue mansion, regretted bitterly that

13、she had not given heed to honest Buck Benson. Her prayers, threats, entreaties, were in vain. Despite her struggles, the blows her small fists rained upon the scoundrels taunting face, she was borne across the border, on over the mesa, toward the lair of the outlaw.Have you no mercy? she cried again

14、 and again. Can you not see that I loathe and despise you, foul fiend that you are? Ah. God in heaven, is there no help at hand? The outlaw remained deaf to these words that should have melted a heart of stone. At last over the burning plain was seen the ruined hovel to which the scoundrel was dragg

15、ing his fair burden. It was but the work of a moment to dismount and bear her half-fainting form within the den. There he faced her, repellent with evil intentions.Ha, senorita, you are a beautiful wildcat, yes? But Snake le Vasquez will tame you! Ha, ha! laughed he carelessly.With a swift movement

16、the beautiful girl sought to withdraw the small silver-mounted revolver without which she never left the ranch. But Snake le Vasquez, with a muttered oath, was too quick for her. He seized the toy and contemptuously hurled it across his vile den.Have a care, my proud beauty! he snarled, and the next

17、 moment she was writhing in his grasp.Little availed her puny strength. Helpless as an infant was the fair New York society girl as Snake le Vasquez, foulest of the viper breed, began to force his attention upon her. The creatures hot kisses seared her defenseless cheek. Listen! he hissed. You are m

18、ine, mine at last. Here you shall remain a prisoner until you have consented to be my wife. All seemed, indeed, lost.Am I too late, Miss St. Clair?Snake le Vasquez started at the quiet, grim voice.Sapristi! he snarled. You!Me! replied Buck Benson, for it was, indeed, no other.Thank God, at last! mur

19、mured Estelle St. Clair, freeing herself from the foul arms that had enfolded her slim young beauty and staggering back from him who would so basely have forced her into a distasteful marriage. In an instant she had recovered the St. Clair poise, had become every inch the New York society leader, as

20、 she replied, Not too late, Mr. Benson! Just in time, rather. Ha, ha! This-this gentleman has become annoying. You are just in time to mete out the punishment he so justly deserves, for which I shall pray that heaven reward you.She pointed an accusing finger at the craven wretch who had shrunk from

21、her and now cowered at the far side of the wretched den. At that moment she was strangely thrilled. What was his power, this strong, silent man of the open with his deep reverence for pure American womanhood? True, her culture demanded a gentleman, but her heart demanded a man. Her eyes softened and

22、 fell before his cool, keen gaze, and a blush mantled her fair cheek. Could he but have known it, she stood then in meek surrender before this soft-voiced master. A tremor swept the honest rugged face of Buck Benson as heart thus called to heart. But his keen eyes flitted to Snake le Vasquez.Now, cu

23、rse you, viper that you are, you shall fight me, by heaven! in American fashion, man to man, for, foul though you be, I hesitate to put a bullet through your craven heart.The beautiful girl shivered with new apprehension, the eyes of Snake le Vasquez glittered with new hope. He faced his steely eyed

24、 opponent for an instant only, then with a snarl like that of an angry beast sprang upon him. Benson met the cowardly attack with the flash of a powerful fist, and the outlaw fell to the floor with a hoarse cry of rage and pain. But he was quickly upon his feet again, muttering curses, and again he

25、attacked his grim-faced antagonist. Quick blows rained upon his defenseless face, for the strong, silent man was now fairly aroused. He fought like a demon, perhaps divining that here strong men battled for a good womans love. The outlaw was proving to be no match for his opponent. Arising from the

26、ground where a mighty blow had sent him, he made a lightning-like effort to recover the knife which Benson had taken from him.Have a care! cried the girl in quick alarm. That fiend in human form would murder you!But Buck Bensons cool eye had seen the treachery in ample time. With a muttered Curse yo

27、u, fiend that you are! he seized the form of the outlaw in a powerful grasp, raised him high aloft as if he had been but a child, and was about to dash him to the ground when a new voice from the doorway froze him to immobility. Statute-like he stood there, holding aloft the now still form of Snake

28、le Vasquez.The voice from the doorway betrayed deep amazement and the profoundest irritation:Merton Gill, what in the sacred name of Time are you meanin to do with that dummy? For the good lands sake! Have you gone plumb crazy, or what? Put that thing down!The newcomer was a portly man of middle age

29、 dressed in ill-fitting black. His gray hair grew low upon his brow and he wore a parted beard.The conqueror of Snake le Vasquez was still frozen, though he had instantly ceased to be Buck Benson, the strong, silent, two-gun man of the open spaces. The irritated voice came again:Put that dummy down,

30、 you idiot! What you think youre doin, anyway? And say, what you got that other one in here for, when it ought to be out front of the store showin that new line of gingham house frocks? Put that down and handle it careful! Mebbe you think I got them things down from Chicago just for you to play hors

31、e with. Not so! Not so at all! Theyre to help show off goods, and thats what I want em doin right now. And for Times sake, whats that revolver lyin on the floor for? Is it loaded? Say, are you really out of your senses, or aint you? Whats got into you lately? Will you tell me that? Skyhootin around

32、in here, leavin the front of the store unpertected for an hour or two, like your time was your own. And dont tell me you only been foolin in here for three minutes, either, because when I come back from lunch just now there was Mis Leffingwell up at the notions counter wanting some hooks and eyes, a

33、nd she tells me shes waited there a good thutty minutes if shes waited one. Nice goins on, I must say, for a boy drawin down the money you be! Now you git busy! Take that one with the gingham frock out and stand her in front where she belongs, and then put one them new raincoats on the other and sta

34、nd him out where he belongs, and then look after a few customers. I declare, sometimes I git clean out of patience with you! Now, for goshs sake, stir your stumps!Oh, all right-yes, sir, replied Merton Gill, though but half respectfully. The Oh, all right had been tainted with a trace of sullenness.

35、 He was tired of this continual nagging and fussing over small matters; some day he would tell the old grouch so.And now, gone the vivid tale of the great out-of-doors, the wide plains of the West, the clash of primitive-hearted men for a good womans love. Gone, perhaps, the greatest heart picture o

36、f a generation, the picture at which you laugh with a lump in your throat and smile with a tear in your eye, the story of plausible punches, a big, vital theme masterfully handled-thrills, action, beauty, excitement-carried to a sensational finish by the genius of that sterling star of the shadowed

37、world, Clifford Armytage-once known as Merton Gill in the little hamlet of Simsbury, Illinois, where for a time, ere yet he was called to screen triumphs, he served as a humble clerk in the so-called emporium of Amos G. Gashwiler-Everything For The Home. Our Prices Always Right.Merton Gill-so for a

38、little time he must still be known-moodily seized the late Estelle St. Clair under his arm and withdrew from the dingy back storeroom. Down between the counters of the emporium he went with his fair burden and left her outside its portals, staring from her very definitely lashed eyes across the slum

39、bering street at the Simsbury post office. She was tastefully arrayed in one of those new checked gingham house frocks so heatedly mentioned a moment since by her lawful owner, and across her chest Merton Gill now imposed, with no tenderness of manner, the appealing legend, Our Latest for Milady; on

40、ly $6.98. He returned for Snake le Vasquez. That outlaws face, even out of the picture, was evil. He had been picked for the part because of this face-plump, pinkly tinted cheeks, lustrous, curling hair of some repellent composition, eyes with a hard glitter, each lash distinct in blue-black lines,

41、and a small, tip-curled black mustache that lent the whole an offensive smirk. Garbed now in a raincoat, he, too, was posed before the emporium front, labelled Rainproof or You Get Back Your Money. So frankly evil was his mien that Merton Gill, pausing to regard him, suffered a brief relapse into ar

42、tistry.You fiend! he muttered, and contemptuously smote the cynical face with an open hand.Snake le Vasquez remained indifferent to the affront, smirking insufferably across the slumbering street at the wooden Indian proffering cigars before the establishment of Selby Brothers, Confectionery and Tob

43、accos.Within the emporium the proprietor now purveyed hooks and eyes to an impatient Mrs. Leffingwell. Merton Gill, behind the opposite counter, waited upon a little girl sent for two and a quarter yards of stuff to match the sample crumpled in her damp hand. Over the suave amenities of this merchan

44、dising Amos Gashwiler glared suspiciously across the store at his employee. Their relations were still strained. Merton also glared at Amos, but discreetly, at moments when the others back was turned or when he was blandly wishing to know of Mrs. Leffingwell if there would be something else to-day.

45、Other customers entered. Trade was on.Both Merton and Amos wore airs of cheerful briskness that deceived the public. No one could have thought that Amos was fearing his undoubtedly crazed clerk might become uncontrollable at any moment, or that the clerk was mentally parting from Amos forever in a s

46、cene of tense dramatic value in which his few dignified but scathing words would burn themselves unforgettably into the old mans brain. Merton, to himself, had often told Amos these things. Some day hed say them right out, leaving his victim not only in the utmost confusion but in black despair of e

47、ver finding another clerk one half as efficient as Merton Gill.The afternoon wore to closing time in a flurry of trade, during which, as Merton continued to behave sanely, the apprehension of his employer in a measure subsided. The last customer had departed from the emporium. The dummies were broug

48、ht inside. The dust curtains were hung along the shelves of dry goods. There remained for Merton only the task of delivering a few groceries. He gathered these and took them out to the wagon in front. Then he changed from his store coat to his street coat and donned a rakish plush hat.Amos was also changing from his store coat to his street coat and donning his frayed straw hat.See if you cant keep from actin crazy while you make them deliveries, said Amos, not uncordially, as he