【英文短篇小说】A Mother

A Mother
Read by Fionnula Flanagan
 
 
MR HOLOHAN, assistant secretary of the Eire Abu Society, had been walking up and down Dublin for nearly a month, with his hands and pockets full of dirty pieces of paper, arranging about the series of concerts. He had a game leg and for this his friends called him Hoppy 1 Holohan. He walked up and down constantly, stood by the hour at street corners arguing the point and made notes; but in the end it was Mrs. Kearney who arranged everything.
 
Miss Devlin had become Mrs. Kearney out of spite. She had been educated in a high-class convent, where she had learned French and music. As she was naturally pale and unbending in manner she made few friends at school. When she came to the age of marriage she was sent out to many houses where her playing and ivory manners were much admired. She sat amid the chilly 2 circle of her accomplishments 3, waiting for some suitor to brave it and offer her a brilliant life. But the young men whom she met were ordinary and she gave them no encouragement, trying to console her romantic desires by eating a great deal of Turkish Delight in secret. However, when she drew near the limit and her friends began to loosen their tongues about her, she silenced them by marrying Mr. Kearney, who was a bootmaker on Ormond Quay 4.
 
He was much older than she. His conversation, which was serious, took place at intervals 6 in his great brown beard. After the first year of married life, Mrs. Kearney perceived that such a man would wear better than a romantic person, but she never put her own romantic ideas away. He was sober, thrifty 7 and pious 8; he went to the altar every first Friday, sometimes with her, oftener by himself. But she never weakened in her religion and was a good wife to him. At some party in a strange house when she lifted her eyebrow 9 ever so slightly he stood up to take his leave and, when his cough troubled him, she put the eider-down quilt over his feet and made a strong rum punch. For his part, he was a model father. By paying a small sum every week into a society, he ensured for both his daughters a dowry of one hundred pounds each when they came to the age of twenty-four. He sent the older daughter, Kathleen, to a good convent, where she learned French and music, and afterward 10 paid her fees at the Academy. Every year in the month of July Mrs. Kearney found occasion to say to some friend:
 
"My good man is packing us off to Skerries for a few weeks."
 
If it was not Skerries it was Howth or Greystones.
 
When the Irish Revival 11 began to be appreciable 12 Mrs. Kearney determined 13 to take advantage of her daughter's name and brought an Irish teacher to the house. Kathleen and her sister sent Irish picture postcards to their friends and these friends sent back other Irish picture postcards. On special Sundays, when Mr. Kearney went with his family to the pro-cathedral, a little crowd of people would assemble after mass at the corner of Cathedral Street. They were all friends of the Kearneys—musical friends or Nationalist friends; and, when they had played every little counter of gossip, they shook hands with one another all together, laughing at the crossing of so many hands, and said good-bye to one another in Irish. Soon the name of Miss Kathleen Kearney began to be heard often on people's lips. People said that she was very clever at music and a very nice girl and, moreover, that she was a believer in the language movement. Mrs. Kearney was well content at this. Therefore she was not surprised when one day Mr. Holohan came to her and proposed that her daughter should be the accompanist at a series of four grand concerts which his Society was going to give in the Antient Concert Rooms. She brought him into the drawing-room, made him sit down and brought out the decanter and the silver biscuit-barrel. She entered heart and soul into the details of the enterprise, advised and dissuaded 14: and finally a contract was drawn 15 up by which Kathleen was to receive eight guineas for her services as accompanist at the four grand concerts.
 
As Mr. Holohan was a novice 16 in such delicate matters as the wording of bills and the disposing of items for a programme, Mrs. Kearney helped him. She had tact 17. She knew what artistes should go into capitals and what artistes should go into small type. She knew that the first tenor 18 would not like to come on after Mr. Meade's comic turn. To keep the audience continually diverted she slipped the doubtful items in between the old favourites. Mr. Holohan called to see her every day to have her advice on some point. She was invariably friendly and advising—homely, in fact. She pushed the decanter towards him, saying:
 
"Now, help yourself, Mr. Holohan!"
 
And while he was helping 19 himself she said:
 
"Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid of it!"
 
Everything went on smoothly 20. Mrs. Kearney bought some lovely blush-pink charmeuse in Brown Thomas's to let into the front of Kathleen's dress. It cost a pretty penny; but there are occasions when a little expense is justifiable 21. She took a dozen of two-shilling tickets for the final concert and sent them to those friends who could not be trusted to come otherwise. She forgot nothing, and, thanks to her, everything that was to be done was done.
 
The concerts were to be on Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday. When Mrs. Kearney arrived with her daughter at the Antient Concert Rooms on Wednesday night she did not like the look of things. A few young men, wearing bright blue badges in their coats, stood idle in the vestibule; none of them wore evening dress. She passed by with her daughter and a quick glance through the open door of the hall showed her the cause of the stewards 23' idleness. At first she wondered had she mistaken the hour. No, it was twenty minutes to eight.
 
In the dressing-room behind the stage she was introduced to the secretary of the Society, Mr. Fitzpatrick. She smiled and shook his hand. He was a little man, with a white, vacant face. She noticed that he wore his soft brown hat carelessly on the side of his head and that his accent was flat. He held a programme in his hand, and, while he was talking to her, he chewed one end of it into a moist pulp 24. He seemed to bear disappointments lightly. Mr. Holohan came into the dressingroom every few minutes with reports from the box-office. The artistes talked among themselves nervously 25, glanced from time to time at the mirror and rolled and unrolled their music. When it was nearly half-past eight, the few people in the hall began to express their desire to be entertained. Mr. Fitzpatrick came in, smiled vacantly at the room, and said:
 
"Well now, ladies and gentlemen. I suppose we'd better open the ball."
 
Mrs. Kearney rewarded his very flat final syllable 26 with a quick stare of contempt, and then said to her daughter encouragingly:
 
"Are you ready, dear?"
 
When she had an opportunity, she called Mr. Holohan aside and asked him to tell her what it meant. Mr. Holohan did not know what it meant. He said that the Committee had made a mistake in arranging for four concerts: four was too many.
 
"And the artistes!" said Mrs. Kearney. "Of course they are doing their best, but really they are not good."
 
Mr. Holohan admitted that the artistes were no good but the Committee, he said, had decided 27 to let the first three concerts go as they pleased and reserve all the talent for Saturday night. Mrs. Kearney said nothing, but, as the mediocre 28 items followed one another on the platform and the few people in the hall grew fewer and fewer, she began to regret that she had put herself to any expense for such a concert. There was something she didn't like in the look of things and Mr. Fitzpatrick's vacant smile irritated her very much. However, she said nothing and waited to see how it would end. The concert expired shortly before ten, and everyone went home quickly.
 
The concert on Thursday night was better attended, but Mrs. Kearney saw at once that the house was filled with paper. The audience behaved indecorously, as if the concert were an informal dress rehearsal 29. Mr. Fitzpatrick seemed to enjoy himself; he was quite unconscious that Mrs. Kearney was taking angry note of his conduct. He stood at the edge of the screen, from time to time jutting 30 out his head and exchanging a laugh with two friends in the corner of the balcony. In the course of the evening, Mrs. Kearney learned that the Friday concert was to be abandoned and that the Committee was going to move heaven and earth to secure a bumper 31 house on Saturday night. When she heard this, she sought out Mr. Holohan. She buttonholed him as he was limping out quickly with a glass of lemonade for a young lady and asked him was it true. Yes, it was true.
 
"But, of course, that doesn't alter the contract," she said. "The contract was for four concerts."
 
Mr. Holohan seemed to be in a hurry; he advised her to speak to Mr. Fitzpatrick. Mrs. Kearney was now beginning to be alarmed. She called Mr. Fitzpatrick away from his screen and told him that her daughter had signed for four concerts and that, of course, according to the terms of the contract, she should receive the sum originally stipulated 32 for, whether the society gave the four concerts or not. Mr. Fitzpatrick, who did not catch the point at issue very quickly, seemed unable to resolve the difficulty and said that he would bring the matter before the Committee. Mrs. Kearney's anger began to flutter in her cheek and she had all she could do to keep from asking:
 
"And who is the Cometty pray?"
 
But she knew that it would not be ladylike to do that: so she was silent.
 
Little boys were sent out into the principal streets of Dublin early on Friday morning with bundles of handbills. Special puffs 33 appeared in all the evening papers, reminding the music-loving public of the treat which was in store for it on the following evening. Mrs. Kearney was somewhat reassured 34, but she thought well to tell her husband part of her suspicions. He listened carefully and said that perhaps it would be better if he went with her on Saturday night. She agreed. She respected her husband in the same way as she respected the General Post Office, as something large, secure and fixed 35; and though she knew the small number of his talents she appreciated his abstract value as a male. She was glad that he had suggested coming with her. She thought her plans over.
 
The night of the grand concert came. Mrs. Kearney, with her husband and daughter, arrived at the Antient Concert Rooms three-quarters of an hour before the time at which the concert was to begin. By ill luck it was a rainy evening. Mrs. Kearney placed her daughter's clothes and music in charge of her husband and went all over the building looking for Mr. Holohan or Mr. Fitzpatrick. She could find neither. She asked the stewards was any member of the Committee in the hall and, after a great deal of trouble, a steward 22 brought out a little woman named Miss Beirne to whom Mrs. Kearney explained that she wanted to see one of the secretaries. Miss Beirne expected them any minute and asked could she do anything. Mrs. Kearney looked searchingly at the oldish face which was screwed into an expression of trustfulness and enthusiasm and answered:
 
"No, thank you!"
 
The little woman hoped they would have a good house. She looked out at the rain until the melancholy 36 of the wet street effaced 37 all the trustfulness and enthusiasm from her twisted features. Then she gave a little sigh and said:
 
"Ah, well! We did our best, the dear knows."
 
Mrs. Kearney had to go back to the dressing-room.
 
The artistes were arriving. The bass 38 and the second tenor had already come. The bass, Mr. Duggan, was a slender young man with a scattered 39 black moustache. He was the son of a hall porter in an office in the city and, as a boy, he had sung prolonged bass notes in the resounding 40 hall. From this humble 41 state he had raised himself until he had become a first-rate artiste. He had appeared in grand opera. One night, when an operatic artiste had fallen ill, he had undertaken the part of the king in the opera of Maritana at the Queen's Theatre. He sang his music with great feeling and volume and was warmly welcomed by the gallery; but, unfortunately, he marred 42 the good impression by wiping his nose in his gloved hand once or twice out of thoughtlessness. He was unassuming and spoke 43 little. He said yous so softly that it passed unnoticed and he never drank anything stronger than milk for his voice's sake. Mr. Bell, the second tenor, was a fair-haired little man who competed every year for prizes at the Feis Ceoil. On his fourth trial he had been awarded a bronze medal. He was extremely nervous and extremely jealous of other tenors 44 and he covered his nervous jealousy 45 with an ebullient 46 friendliness 47. It was his humour to have people know what an ordeal 48 a concert was to him. Therefore when he saw Mr. Duggan he went over to him and asked:
 
"Are you in it too?"
 
"Yes," said Mr. Duggan.
 
Mr. Bell laughed at his fellow-sufferer, held out his hand and said:
 
"Shake!"
 
Mrs. Kearney passed by these two young men and went to the edge of the screen to view the house. The seats were being filled up rapidly and a pleasant noise circulated in the auditorium 49. She came back and spoke to her husband privately 50. Their conversation was evidently about Kathleen for they both glanced at her often as she stood chatting to one of her Nationalist friends, Miss Healy, the contralto. An unknown solitary 51 woman with a pale face walked through the room. The women followed with keen eyes the faded blue dress which was stretched upon a meagre body. Someone said that she was Madam Glynn, the soprano.
 
"I wonder where did they dig her up," said Kathleen to Miss Healy. "I'm sure I never heard of her."
 
Miss Healy had to smile. Mr. Holohan limped into the dressing-room at that moment and the two young ladies asked him who was the unknown woman. Mr. Holohan said that she was Madam Glynn from London. Madam Glynn took her stand in a corner of the room, holding a roll of music stiffly before her and from time to time changing the direction of her startled gaze. The shadow took her faded dress into shelter but fell revengefully into the little cup behind her collar-bone. The noise of the hall became more audible. The first tenor and the baritone arrived together. They were both well dressed, stout 52 and complacent 53 and they brought a breath of opulence 54 among the company.
 
Mrs. Kearney brought her daughter over to them, and talked to them amiably 55. She wanted to be on good terms with them but, while she strove to be polite, her eyes followed Mr. Holohan in his limping and devious 56 courses. As soon as she could she excused herself and went out after him.
 
"Mr. Holohan, I want to speak to you for a moment," she said.
 
They went down to a discreet 57 part of the corridor. Mrs Kearney asked him when was her daughter going to be paid. Mr. Holohan said that Mr. Fitzpatrick had charge of that. Mrs. Kearney said that she didn't know anything about Mr. Fitzpatrick. Her daughter had signed a contract for eight guineas and she would have to be paid. Mr. Holohan said that it wasn't his business.
 
"Why isn't it your business?" asked Mrs. Kearney. "Didn't you yourself bring her the contract? Anyway, if it's not your business it's my business and I mean to see to it."
 
"You'd better speak to Mr. Fitzpatrick," said Mr. Holohan distantly.
 
"I don't know anything about Mr. Fitzpatrick," repeated Mrs. Kearney. "I have my contract, and I intend to see that it is carried out."
 
When she came back to the dressing-room her cheeks were slightly suffused 58. The room was lively. Two men in outdoor dress had taken possession of the fireplace and were chatting familiarly with Miss Healy and the baritone. They were the Freeman man and Mr. O'Madden Burke. The Freeman man had come in to say that he could not wait for the concert as he had to report the lecture which an American priest was giving in the Mansion 59 House. He said they were to leave the report for him at the Freeman office and he would see that it went in. He was a grey-haired man, with a plausible 60 voice and careful manners. He held an extinguished cigar in his hand and the aroma 61 of cigar smoke floated near him. He had not intended to stay a moment because concerts and artistes bored him considerably 62 but he remained leaning against the mantelpiece. Miss Healy stood in front of him, talking and laughing. He was old enough to suspect one reason for her politeness but young enough in spirit to turn the moment to account. The warmth, fragrance 63 and colour of her body appealed to his senses. He was pleasantly conscious that the bosom 64 which he saw rise and fall slowly beneath him rose and fell at that moment for him, that the laughter and fragrance and wilful 65 glances were his tribute. When he could stay no longer he took leave of her regretfully.
 
"O'Madden Burke will write the notice," he explained to Mr. Holohan, "and I'll see it in."
 
"Thank you very much, Mr. Hendrick," said Mr. Holohan, "you'll see it in, I know. Now, won't you have a little something before you go?"
 
"I don't mind," said Mr. Hendrick.
 
The two men went along some tortuous 66 passages and up a dark staircase and came to a secluded 67 room where one of the stewards was uncorking bottles for a few gentlemen. One of these gentlemen was Mr. O'Madden Burke, who had found out the room by instinct. He was a suave 68, elderly man who balanced his imposing 69 body, when at rest, upon a large silk umbrella. His magniloquent western name was the moral umbrella upon which he balanced the fine problem of his finances. He was widely respected.
 
While Mr. Holohan was entertaining the Freeman man Mrs. Kearney was speaking so animatedly 70 to her husband that he had to ask her to lower her voice. The conversation of the others in the dressing-room had become strained. Mr. Bell, the first item, stood ready with his music but the accompanist made no sign. Evidently something was wrong. Mr. Kearney looked straight before him, stroking his beard, while Mrs. Kearney spoke into Kathleen's ear with subdued 71 emphasis. From the hall came sounds of encouragement, clapping and stamping of feet. The first tenor and the baritone and Miss Healy stood together, waiting tranquilly 72, but Mr. Bell's nerves were greatly agitated 73 because he was afraid the audience would think that he had come late.
 
Mr. Holohan and Mr. O'Madden Burke came into the room. In a moment Mr. Holohan perceived the hush 74. He went over to Mrs. Kearney and spoke with her earnestly. While they were speaking the noise in the hall grew louder. Mr. Holohan became very red and excited. He spoke volubly, but Mrs. Kearney said curtly 75 at intervals:
 
"She won't go on. She must get her eight guineas."
 
Mr. Holohan pointed 76 desperately 77 towards the hall where the audience was clapping and stamping. He appealed to Mr Kearney and to Kathleen. But Mr. Kearney continued to stroke his beard and Kathleen looked down, moving the point of her new shoe: it was not her fault. Mrs. Kearney repeated:
 
"She won't go on without her money."
 
After a swift struggle of tongues Mr. Holohan hobbled out in haste. The room was silent. When the strain of the silence had become somewhat painful Miss Healy said to the baritone:
 
"Have you seen Mrs. Pat Campbell this week?"
 
The baritone had not seen her but he had been told that she was very fine. The conversation went no further. The first tenor bent 78 his head and began to count the links of the gold chain which was extended across his waist, smiling and humming random 79 notes to observe the effect on the frontal sinus. From time to time everyone glanced at Mrs. Kearney.
 
The noise in the auditorium had risen to a clamour when Mr. Fitzpatrick burst into the room, followed by Mr. Holohan, who was panting. The clapping and stamping in the hall were punctuated 80 by whistling. Mr. Fitzpatrick held a few banknotes in his hand. He counted out four into Mrs. Kearney's hand and said she would get the other half at the interval 5. Mrs. Kearney said:
 
"This is four shillings short."
 
But Kathleen gathered in her skirt and said: "Now, Mr. Bell," to the first item, who was shaking like an aspen. The singer and the accompanist went out together. The noise in hall died away. There was a pause of a few seconds: and then the piano was heard.
 
The first part of the concert was very successful except for Madam Glynn's item. The poor lady sang Killarney in a bodiless gasping 81 voice, with all the old-fashioned mannerisms of intonation 82 and pronunciation which she believed lent elegance 83 to her singing. She looked as if she had been resurrected from an old stage-wardrobe and the cheaper parts of the hall made fun of her high wailing 84 notes. The first tenor and the contralto, however, brought down the house. Kathleen played a selection of Irish airs which was generously applauded. The first part closed with a stirring patriotic 85 recitation delivered by a young lady who arranged amateur theatricals 86. It was deservedly applauded; and, when it was ended, the men went out for the interval, content.
 
All this time the dressing-room was a hive of excitement. In one corner were Mr. Holohan, Mr. Fitzpatrick, Miss Beirne, two of the stewards, the baritone, the bass, and Mr. O'Madden Burke. Mr. O'Madden Burke said it was the most scandalous exhibition he had ever witnessed. Miss Kathleen Kearney's musical career was ended in Dublin after that, he said. The baritone was asked what did he think of Mrs. Kearney's conduct. He did not like to say anything. He had been paid his money and wished to be at peace with men. However, he said that Mrs. Kearney might have taken the artistes into consideration. The stewards and the secretaries debated hotly as to what should be done when the interval came.
 
"I agree with Miss Beirne," said Mr. O'Madden Burke. "Pay her nothing."
 
In another corner of the room were Mrs. Kearney and her husband, Mr. Bell, Miss Healy and the young lady who had to recite the patriotic piece. Mrs. Kearney said that the Committee had treated her scandalously. She had spared neither trouble nor expense and this was how she was repaid.
 
They thought they had only a girl to deal with and that, therefore, they could ride roughshod over her. But she would show them their mistake. They wouldn't have dared to have treated her like that if she had been a man. But she would see that her daughter got her rights: she wouldn't be fooled. If they didn't pay her to the last farthing she would make Dublin ring. Of course she was sorry for the sake of the artistes. But what else could she do? She appealed to the second tenor who said he thought she had not been well treated. Then she appealed to Miss Healy. Miss Healy wanted to join the other group but she did not like to do so because she was a great friend of Kathleen's and the Kearneys had often invited her to their house.
 
As soon as the first part was ended Mr. Fitzpatrick and Mr. Holohan went over to Mrs. Kearney and told her that the other four guineas would be paid after the Committee meeting on the following Tuesday and that, in case her daughter did not play for the second part, the Committee would consider the contract broken and would pay nothing.
 
"I haven't seen any Committee," said Mrs. Kearney angrily. "My daughter has her contract. She will get four pounds eight into her hand or a foot she won't put on that platform."
 
"I'm surprised at you, Mrs. Kearney," said Mr. Holohan. "I never thought you would treat us this way."
 
"And what way did you treat me?" asked Mrs. Kearney.
 
Her face was inundated 87 with an angry colour and she looked as if she would attack someone with her hands.
 
"I'm asking for my rights." she said.
 
"You might have some sense of decency," said Mr. Holohan.
 
"Might I, indeed?... And when I ask when my daughter is going to be paid I can't get a civil answer."
 
She tossed her head and assumed a haughty 88 voice:
 
"You must speak to the secretary. It's not my business. I'm a great fellow fol-the-diddle-I-do."
 
"I thought you were a lady," said Mr. Holohan, walking away from her abruptly 89.
 
After that Mrs. Kearney's conduct was condemned 90 on all hands: everyone approved of what the Committee had done. She stood at the door, haggard with rage, arguing with her husband and daughter, gesticulating with them. She waited until it was time for the second part to begin in the hope that the secretaries would approach her. But Miss Healy had kindly 91 consented to play one or two accompaniments. Mrs. Kearney had to stand aside to allow the baritone and his accompanist to pass up to the platform. She stood still for an instant like an angry stone image and, when the first notes of the song struck her ear, she caught up her daughter's cloak and said to her husband:
 
"Get a cab!"
 
He went out at once. Mrs. Kearney wrapped the cloak round her daughter and followed him. As she passed through the doorway 92 she stopped and glared into Mr. Holohan's face.
 
"I'm not done with you yet," she said.
 
"But I'm done with you," said Mr. Holohan.
 
Kathleen followed her mother meekly 93. Mr. Holohan began to pace up and down the room, in order to cool himself for he his skin on fire.
 
"That's a nice lady!" he said. "O, she's a nice lady!"
 
"You did the proper thing, Holohan," said Mr. O'Madden Burke, poised 94 upon his umbrella in approval.