The Rocking-Hor Winner
There was a woman who was beautiful, who started with all the advantages, yet
she had no luck．She married for love, and the love turned to dust. She had bonny
children, yet she felt they had been thrust upon her1, and she could not love them.
They looked at her coldly, as if they were finding fault with her. And hurriedly she
felt she must cover up some fault in herlf. Y et what it was that she must cover up
she never knew. Nevertheless, when her children were prent, she always felt the
centre of her heart go hard. This troubled her, and in her manner she was all the more
gentle and anxious for her children2, as if she loved them very much. Only she herlf
knew that at the centre of her heart was a hard little place that could not feel love, no,
not for anybody. Everybody el said of her: “She is such a good mother. She adores3
her children.” Only she herlf, and her children themlves, knew it was not so. They
read it in each other’s eyes.
There were a boy and two little girls. They lived in a pleasant hou, with a
garden, and they had discreet rvants, and felt themlves superior to anyone in the neighbourhood.
Although they lived in style4, they felt always an anxiety in the hou. There was
never enough money. The mother had a small income, and the father had a small
income, but not nearly enough for the social position which they had to keep up. The
father went into town to some office. But though he had good prospects, the
prospects never materialized5. There was always the grinding n of the shortage of
money, though the style was always kept up.
At last the mother said: “I will e if I can’t make something.” But she did not
know where to begin. She racked her brains, and tried this thing and the other, but
could not find anything successful. The failure made deep lines come into her face.
Her children were growing up; they would have to go to school. There must be more
money, there must be more money. The father, who was always very handsome and expensive in his tastes, emed as if he never would be able to do anything worth
doing. And the mother, who had a great belief in herlf, did not succeed any better,
and her tastes were just as expensive.
And so the hou came to be haunted by the unspoken phra:There must be
more money! There must be more money!The children could hear it all the time,
though nobody said it aloud. They heard it at Christmas, when the expensive and
splendid toys filled the nurry. Behind the shining modern rocking-hor, behind the
smar t doll’s hou, a voice would start whispering: “There must be more money!
There must be more money!” And the children would stop playing to listen for a
1they had been thrust upon her：他们（孩子们）是硬塞给她的。
2in her manner she was all the more gentle and anxious for her children：她对孩子们表现得更加和蔼可亲，更加关心。
3adore：极其喜爱。
4live in style：过着奢华的生活。
5the prospects never materialized：这些期望绝不会实现。
moment. They would look into each other’s eyes, to e if they had all heard. And each one saw in the eyes of the other two that they too had heard. “There must be more money！There must be more money!”
It came whispering from the springs of the still-swaying rocking-hor, and even the hor, bending his wooden, champing head, heard it. The big doll, sitting so pink and smirking in her new pram, could near it quite plainly, and emed to be smirking all the more lf-consciously becau of it. The
foolish puppy, too, that took the place of the teddy-bear, he was looking so extraordinarily foolish for no other reason but that he heard the cret whisper all over the hou: “There must be more money!”
Y et nobody ever said it aloud. The whisper was everywhere, and therefore no one spoke it. Just as no one ever says: “We are breathing!” in spite of the fact that breath is coming and going all the time.
恋雪“Mother,” said the boy Paul one day, “why don’t we keep a car of our own? Why do we always u uncle’s, or el a taxi?”
“Becau we’re the poor members of the family,” said the mother.”
But why are we, mother?”
“Well—I suppo,” she said slowly and bitterly, “it’s becau your father has no luck.”
The boy was silent for some time.
“Is luck money, mother?” he asked, rather timidly.
属牛和属虎“No, Paul. Not quite. It’s what caus you to have money.”
“Oh!” said Paul vaguely. “I thought when Uncle Oscar said filthy-lucker, it meant money.”
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“Filthy Lucre does mean money,” said the mother. “But it’s lucre, not luck.”
“Oh” said the boy. “Then what is luck, mother?”简历本
“It’s what caus you to have money. If you’re lucky you have mone y. That’s why it’s better to be born lucky than rich. If you’re rich, you may lo your money. But if you’re lucky, you will always get more money.”
“Oh！Will you? And is father not lucky?”
“V ery unlucky, I should say,” she said bitterly. The boy watched her with unsure eyes.
“Why?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Nobody ever knows why one person is lucky and another unlucky.”
“Don’t they? Nobody at all？Does nobody know?”
“Perhaps God. But He never tells.”
西塞山前“He ought to, then. And aren’t you lucky either, mother?”
“I can’t be, if I married an unlucky husband.”
“But by yourlf, aren’t you?”
“I ud to think I was, before I married. Now, I think I am very unlucky indeed.”
“Why?”
“Well—never mind! Perhaps I’m not really,” she said.
The child looked at her, to e if she meant it. But he saw, by the lines of her
mouth6, that she was only trying to hide something from him.
“Well, anyhow,” he said stoutly, “I’m a lucky person.”
“Why?” said his mother, with a sudden laugh.
He stared at her. He didn’t even know why he had said it.
“God told me,” he asrted, brazening it out7.
“I hope He did, dear!” she said, again with a laugh, but rather bitter.
“He did, mother!”
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The boy saw she did not believe him; or, rather, that she paid no attention to his asrtion. This angered him somewhat, and made him want to compel her attention8.
He went off by himlf, vaguely, in a childish way, eking for the clue to “luck.” Absorbed, taking no heed of other people, he went about with a sort of stealth, eking inwardly for luck. He wanted luck, he wanted it, he wanted it. When the two girls were playing dolls in the nurry, he would sit on his big rocking-hor, charging madly into space9, with a frenzy that made the little girls peer at him uneasily. Wildly the hor careered10, the waving dark hair of the boy tosd, his eyes had a strange glare in them. The little girls dared not speak to him.
When he had ridden to the end of his mad little journey, he climbed down and stood in front of his rocking-hor, staring fixedly into its lowered face. Its red mouth was slightly open, its big eye was wi
de and glassy-bright.
“Now!” he would silently command the snorting steed. “Now, take me to where there is luck! Now take me!”
And he would slash the hor on the neck with the little whip he had asked Uncle Oscar for. He knew the hor could take him to where there was luck, if only he forced it. So he would mount again, and start on his furious ride, hoping at last to get there. He knew he could get there.
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“Y ou’ll break your hor, Paul!” said the nur.
“He’s always riding like that！I wish he’d leave off!” said his elder sister J oan.
But he only glared down on them in silence. Nur gave him up. She could make nothing of him. Anyhow he was growing beyond her11.
One day his mother and his Uncle Oscar came in when he was on one of his furious rides. He did not speak to them.
“Hallo, you young jockey! Riding a winner?” said his uncle.
“Aren’t you growing too big for a rocking hor? Y ou’re not a very little boy any longer, you know,” said his mother.
But Paul only gave a blue glare from his big, rather clo-t eyes. He would speak to nobody when he was in full tilt. His mother watched him with an anxious expression on her face.
6by the lines of her mouth：从母亲嘴角的皱纹。
7brazening it out：厚着脸皮说出来。
8compel her attention：引起她的关注。
9charging madly into space：疯狂地旋转着。
10Wildly the hor careered：疯狂地策马疾驰。
11he was growing beyond her：他已经长大，已不为她所能理解了。
At last he suddenly stopped forcing his hor into the mechanical gallop, and slid down.
“Well, I got there!” he announced fiercely, his blue eyes still flari ng, and his sturdy long legs straddlin
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“Where did you get to?” asked his mother.
“Where I wanted to go,” he flared back at her.
“That’s right, son!” said Uncle Oscar. “Don’t you stop till you get there. What’s the hor’s name?”
“He doesn’t have a name,” said the boy.
“Gets on without all right12?” asked the uncle.
“Well, he has different names. He was called Sansovino last week.”
“Sansovino, eh? Won the Ascot13. How did you know his name?”
“He always talks about hor-races with Bastt,” said Joan.
The uncle was delighted to find that his small nephew was posted with all the racing news14. Bastt, the young gardener, who had been wounded in the left foot in the war and had got his prent job through Oscar Cresswell, who batman he had been, was a perfect blade of the “turf.15
“ He lived in the racing events, and the small boy lived with him.
Oscar Cresswell got it all from Bastt.
“Master Paul comes and asks me, so I can’t do more than tell him, sir,” said Bastt, his face terribly rious, as if he were speaking of religious matters.
“And does he ever put anything on a hor he fancies?”
“Well—I don’t want to give him away—he’s a young sport, a fine sport, sir. Would you mind asking him yourlf? He sort of takes a pleasure in it, and perhaps he’d feel I was giving him away, sir, if you don’t mind.”
Bastt was rious as a church.
The uncle went back to his nephew, and took him off for a ride in the car.
“Say, Paul, old man, do you ever put anything on a hor?” the uncle asked.
The boy watched the handsome man cloly.
“Why, do you think I oughtn’t to?” he parried.
“Not a bit of it. I thought perhaps you might give me a tip for the Lincoln.”
The car sped on into the country, going down to Uncle Oscar’s place in Hampshire16.
“Honour bright?” said th e nephew.
“Honour bright, son!” said the uncle.
“Well, then, Daffodil.”
“Daffodil! I doubt it, sonny. What about Mirza?”
“I only know the winner,” said the boy. “That’s Daffodil.”
“Daffodil, eh?”
12Gets on without all right：没有也没关系？
13the Ascot：爱斯科赛马会，世界最著名的赛马比赛。
14was posted with all the racing news：对所有赛事都很灵通。
15“turf”：赛马迷。
16Hampshire：汉普郡。英国南部的一个郡。
There was a pau. Daffodil was an obscure hor comparatively.
“Uncle!”
“Y es, son?”
“Y ou won’t let it go any further, will you? I promid Bastt.”
“Bastt be damned, old man! What’s he got to do with it?”
“We’re partners. We’ve been partners from the first. Uncle, he lent me my first five shillings, which I lost. I promid him, honour bright, it was only between me and him; only you gave me that ten-shilling note I started winning with, so I thought you were lucky. Y ou won’t let it go any further, will you?”
The boy gazed at his uncle from tho big, hot, blue eyes, t rather clo together. The uncle stirred and laughed uneasily.
“Right you are, son！I’ll keep your tip private. Daffodil, eh? How much are you putting on him?”
“All except twenty pounds,” said the boy. “I keep that in rerve17.”
The uncle thought it a good joke.
“Y ou keep twenty pounds in rerve, do you, you young romancer? What are you betting, then?”
“I’m betting three hundred,” said the boy gravely. “But it’s between you and me, Uncle Oscar！Honour bright?”
The uncle burst into a roar of laughter.
“It’s between you and me all right, you young Nat Gould18,” he said, laughing. “But where’s your three hundred?”
“Bastt keeps it for me. We’re partners.”
“Y ou are, are you! And what is Bastt putting on Daffodil?”
“He won’t go quite as high as I do, I expect. Perhaps he’ll go a hundred and fifty.”
“What, pennies?” laughed the uncle.
“Pounds,” said the child, with a surprid look at his uncle.” Bastt keeps a bigger rerve than I do.”
Between wonder and amument Uncle Oscar was silent. He pursued the matter no further, but he determined to take his nephew with him to the Lincoln races.
“Now, son,” he said, “I’m putting twenty on Mirza, and I’ll put five for you on any hor you fancy. What’s your pick?”
“Daffodil, uncle.”
“No, not the fiver on Daffodil!”
“I should if it was my own fiver,” said the child.
“Good! Good! Right you are! A fiver for me and a fiver for you on Daffodil.”
The child had never been to a race-meeting before, and his eyes were blue fire. He purd his mouth tight19, and watched. A Frenchman just in front had put his money on Lancelot. Wild with excitement, he flayed his arms up and down, yelling, “Lancelot! Lancelot!” in his French accent.
17I keep that in rerve：我把那个留下来备用。
18Nat Gould：纳特﹒古尔德（1857-1919），英国作家、记者，著有一百多本有关赛马的通俗小说。
19purd his mouth tight：他撅着紧闭的嘴。
