奇书网>我不爱这世界我只喜欢你 > 第16章 爱的牺牲（第3页）
第16章 爱的牺牲（第3页）
Deliadhungabouthisneck。
"Joe，dear，youaresilly。Youmustkeeponatyourstudies。ItisnotasifIhadquitmymusietoworkatsomethingelse。WhileItea。Iamalwayswithmymusidweliveashappilyasmillionaireson$15aweek。Youmustn'tthinkofleavingMr。Magister。"
"Allfight，"saidJforthebluescallopedvegetabledish。"ButIhateforyoutobegiviisn'tArt。Butyou'reatrumpaodoit。"
"Whenonelovesone'sArtoohard。"saidDelia。
"MagisterpraisedtheskyichImadeinthepark，"saidJoe。"AndTinklegavemepermissiontohangtwooftheminhiswindow。Imaysellokindofamoseesthem。"
"l'msureyouwill，"saidDelia，sweetly。"A'sbethankfulfehisvealroast。"
DuringalloftheheLarrabeeshadanearlybreakfast。Joewasenthusiasti-effectsketcheshewasdoiralPark，andDeliapackedhimoffbreakfasted，coddled，praiseda7o'clock。Artisanengagiwasmosttimes7o'hereturheevening。
AttheendoftheweekDelia，sweetlyproudbutlanguid，triumphahreefive-dollarbillsonthe8×10（iableofthe8×10（feet）flatparlor。
"Sometimes，"shesaid，alittlewearily，"atiresme。I'mafraidshedoesn'tpraough，aellherthesamethingssooften。Andthenshealwaysdressesentirelyihatdoesgetmonotonous。ButGehedearestoldman！Iwishyou，Joe。HeesiimeswhenIamwithaatthepiano—heisawidower，youknow—andstandstherepullinghiswhitegoatee。'Ahesemiquaversandthedemisemiquaverspr？'healwaysasks。"
"Iwishyoucouldseethewainsthatdrawingroom，Joe！Arakhanrugportieres。Ainahassuylittlecough。Ihopesheisstrohanshelooks。Oh，Ireallyamgettioher，sheissogentleandhighbred。Gen。Pinkney'sbrotherwasoertoBolivia。"
AndtheheairofMoo，drewforthatewoandaoees—andlaidthembesideDelia&#s。
"SoldthatwatercoloroftheobelisktoamanfromPeoria。"heannouningly。
"Don'tjokewithme，"saidDelia，"notfromPeoria！"
"Alltheway。Iwishyoucouldseehim，Dele。Fatmanwithawoolenmufflerandaquilltoothpick。Hesawthesketkle'swindowandthoughtitwasawindmillatfirst。Hewasgame，though，andboughtitanyhow。Heorderedanother—aheLaafreightdepot—totakebackwithhim。Musis！Oh，IguessArtisstillinit。"
"I'msogladyou'vekepton，"saidDelia，heartily。"You'reboundtowiy-threedollars！Weneverhadsomudbefore。We'llhaveht。"
"Amignonignons，"saidJoe，"Whereistheolivefork？"
OurdayeveningJoereaefirst。Hespreadhis$18oableaseemedtobeagreatdealofdarkpaintfromhishands。
HalfanhourlaterDeliaarrived，herrighthandtiedupinashapelessbundleofsandbandages。
"Howisthis？"askedJoeaftertheusualgreetings。Delialaughed，butnotveryjoyously。
"a，"sheexplai;insisteduponaWelshrabbitafterherlesson。Sheissuchaqueergirl。Welshrabbitsat5iheGehere。Youshouldhaveseenhimrunforthegdish，Joe，justasiftherewasn'taservantinthehouse。Ikinaisn'tih；sheissonervtherabbitshespilledagreatlotofit，boilinghot，overmyhandandwrist。Ithurtawfully，Joe。Andthedeargirlwassen。Pinkoldmadistracted。Herusheddownstairsasomebody—theysaidthefurnaebodyitstoreforsomeoilandthingstobinditupwith。Itdoesn'thurtsomuow。"
"What'sthis？"askedJoe，takienderlyandpullirahebandages。
"It'ssomethingsoft，"saidDelia，"thathadoilonit。Oh，Joe，didyousella;shehadseehetable。
"DidI？"saidJoe，"justaskthemanfrothisdepottoday，andheisn'tsurebuthethisanotherparksdaviewontheHudson。Whattimethisafternoondidyouburnyourha;
"Fiveo'clok，"saidDele，plai;Theiroherabbitcameoffthefireaboutthattime。YououghttohaveseenGen。Pinkney，Joe，when—"
"Sitdow，Dele，"saidJoe。Hedrewhertothecouch，satbesideherandputhisarmacrosshershoulders。
"WhathaveyoubeendoiwoweeksDele？"heasked。
Shebraveditforamomentortwowithaneyefullofloveandstubbornness，andmurmuredaphraseuelyofGelengthdowherheadandoutcamethetruthandtears。
"I'tgetanypupils，"shefessed，"AndI'tbeartohaveyougiveupyourlessons；andIgotaplagshirtsinthatbigTwenty-fourthStreetlaundry。AndIthinkIdidverybothGeneralPinkneyaina，don'tyou，Joe？AndwhenagirlinthelaudownahotirononmyhandthisafternoonIwasallthewayhomemakingupthatstoryabouttheWelshrabbit。Yry，areyou，Joe？AndifIhadn'tghtn'thavesoldyoursketanfromPeoria。"
"Hewasn'tfromPeoria。"saidJoe，slowly。
"Well，itdoesn'tmatterwherehewasfrom。Howcleveryouare，Joe—and—kissme，Joe—andwhatmadeyoueversuspectthatIwasn'tgivingmusistoa？"
"Ididn't，"saidJoe，"untiltonight。AndIwouldn'thavethen，ohiswasteandoilfromtheehisafternirlupstairswhohadherhahasmoothingiron。I'vebeenfiringtheelaundryforthelasttwoweeks。"
"Andthenyoudidn't—"
"MypurPeoria，"saidJoe，"andGehsofthesameart—butyouwouldn'tcalliteitherpaintingormusic。"
Aheybothlaughed，andJoebegan：
"Whenonelovesone'sArtnoserviceseems—"
ButDeliastoppedhimwithherhandonhislips。"No，"shesaid—"just'Whenoneloves。'"
