THE SUMMER OF THE BEAUTIFUL WHITE HORSE 199 coffee and cigarettes. He sat ⅲ the parlor, sippmg and smokmg and remembermg the 0 country. Then another visitor arrived, a farmer named J0hn B 0 , an Assyrian who, out ofloneliness, had learned to speak Armenian. My mother brought the lonely visitor coffee and tobacco and he rolled a cigarette and sipped and smoked, and then at last, sighing sadly, he said, My whlte horse which was stOlen last month is still gone. I cannot under- stand it. My uncle Khosrove became very imtated and shouted, lt's no harm. What is the loss of a horse? Haven't we all lost the homeland?What is this crymg over a horse? That may be all right for you, a city dweller, t0 say, J0hn B 0 said, but what 0fmy surrey? What good is a surrey with- out a horse? Pay no attention tO it, my uncle Khosrove roared. I walked ten miles to get here, J0hn Byro said. You have legs, my uncle Khosrove shouted. My 厄升 leg pams me, the farmer said. Pay no attention tO it, my uncle Khosrove roared. That horse cost me sixty dollars, the farmer said. I spit on money, my uncle Khosrove said. He got up and stalked out 0fthe house, slamming the screen door. My mother explained. He has a gentle heart, she said. lt is simply that he is home- sick and such a large man. The farmer went away and I. ran over tO my cousin Mourad's house. He was sitting under a peach tree, trying t0 repair the hurt wing 0f a young robin which could not fly. He was talkrng t0 the bird. What is it? he said. The farmer, John Byro, I said. He visited 0 町 house. He wants his horse. You've had it a month. I want you tO promise not to take it back until I learn to ride. lt will take you a ア ea ′ t0 learn tO ride, my cousin Mourad said. We could keep the horse a year, I said.

196 W I L L I A M S A R OYA N I jumped down t0 the yard 仕 om the window and leaped up onto the horse behind my cousin Mourad. That year we lived at the edge of town, on WaInut Avenue. Behind our house was the country: vineyards, orchards, irriga- tion ditches, and country roads. ln less than three minutes we were on 01 ⅳ e Avenue, and then the horse began t0 0t. The was new and lovely to breathe. The feel of the horse run- mng was wonderful. My cousin Mourad wh0 was considered one Of the craziest members 0f 0 町 family began to sing. I mean, he began tO ro . Every family has a crazy streak ⅲ it somewhere, and my cousin Mourad was considered the natural descendant Of the crazy streak ⅲ our tribe. Before him was our uncle Khosrove, 明 enormous man with a powerful head of black hair and the largest mustache ⅲ the San Joaquin Valley, a man SO furious ⅲ temper, SO irritable, SO impatient that he stopped anyone 仕 om talking by roaring, 力なれ 0 ん ar , ・ 0 アれ 0 加わ〃″ . That was all, no matter what anybodY h 叩 pened to be talk- ing about. Once it was his own son Arak running eight blocks to the barber shop where his father was having his mustache trimmed tO tell him their house was on fire. The manKhosrove sat up ⅲ the chair and ro ed, lt is no harm ・ pay no attention t0 it. The barber said, But the boy says yo house is on fire. So Khosrove ro ed, Enough, it is no harm, I s . My cousin Mourad was considered the natural descendant of this man, although Mourad's father was Zorab, who was practical and nothmg else. That's how it was ⅲ 0 町 tribe. A man could be the father ofhis son's flesh, but that did not mean that he was also the father ofhis spirit. The distribution ofthe vari- ous kinds of spint of our tribe had been 丘 om the beginning capncious and vagrant. We rode and my cousin Mourad sang. For all anybody knew we were still ⅲ the 01d country where, at least according tO 0 町 neighbors, we belonged. We let the horse run as long as it lt like running. At last my cousin Mourad said, Get down. I want t0 ride alone. WiII you let me ride alone? I said.

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T H E 0 T H E R T W 0 201 The dogs, I whispered t0 my cousin Mourad. I thought they would bark. They would at somebody else, he said. I have a way WI 市 dogs ・ My cousin Mourad put h1S arms around the horse, pressed his nose intO the horse's nose, patted it, and then we went away. That afternoon J0hn B 0 came t0 0 町 house ⅲ his surrey and showed my mother the horse that had been stolen and re- turned. I do not know what to think, he said. The horse is stronger than ever. Better-tempered, t00. I thank G0d. My uncle Khosrove, wh0 was ⅲ the p 10r , became lrritated and shouted, Quiet, man, quiet. Your horse has been returned. Pay no attention tO it. THE OTH 旧良 TWO* BY EDITH WHARTON AYTHORN, ON the drawing-room hearth, walted for his wife tO come down tO dinner. lt was their first mght under his own r00 and he was sur- prised at his thrill ofboyish agitation. He was not so 014 t0 sure—his glass gave him little more than the five-and-thirty years t0 which his wife confessed—but he had fancied himself already in the temperate zone; yet here he was listemng for her step with a tender sense ofall it symbolized, with some 01d 恤ⅱ of verse about the garlanded nuptial door-posts floating through his enjoyment 0f the pleasant room and the good din- nerjust beyond it. They had been hastily recalled 丘 om their honeymoon by the illness of LiIy Haskett, the child ofMrs. Waythorn9s t mar- 斤 om The Descent 材

414 G E O R G E M I L B U R N He called me aside and t00k me into the filling-station rest- room, and says: "For the love of G04 Dad, take that RO ね button out ofyo 町 coat 1 叩 el , " he says to me. Harry, that come as a big surpnse to me, and I don't mind telling you that itjust about t00k the wind out ofmy sails. But I wasn't going t0 let 0 れ t0 him, so I rared back on my dignity, and says, "Why, what do yo ひ mean, take that Rotary button out ofmy lapel, young man?" I says to him. "Dad; ” Hubert says to me, senous, 'any frat house has al- ways got a few cynics ⅲ it. lfyou was t0 wear that R0tary but- ton in your lapel out tO the frat house, 」 ust as soon as you got out ofsight, some ofthose boys at the house would ra77 the li 危 out ofme," he says. "Hubert," I says, "there's not a thing that this 1 叩 el badge represents that any decent, moral person could afford tO make fun of. If that's the kind of Reds you got out at your fraternity, the kind that would razz a what you might call sacred thing— yes sir, a sacred thing—like ota , well I and yo mamma canjust SO somewheres else and put up. I don't guess the hotels have quit running," I says to him. By now I was on my high horse right, see? "Now, Dad," Hubert says, "it's not that. I mean, person'ly l'm awful proud ofyou. lt's just that I haven't been pledged to this fraternity long, see, and when some Of those older mem- bers found out you was a R0tarian they would deal me a 10t of misery, and I couldn't say nothing. Person'ly I think RO ね is all right," he says to me. "WeII, you better, son," I says, "or l'm going to begin to think that you're sick ⅲ the head. " The way he explained it, though, Harry, that made it a horse of a different tail, as the saying goes, so I give ⅲ and took 0 my RO ね button right there. Stuck it in my pocket, see? SO we went on out and visited at Hubert's fraternity house, and dO you ow that those boysjust got around there and treated we folks like we was pnnces 0fthe b1004. I mean you would ofthought that I was an old ex-graduate ofthat umversity. And we saw the big pigskin tussle the next day, fourteen t0 aught, favor us, and

198 What will we do? I said. W I L L I A M S A R OYA N WeII, he said, we'll either take him back or hide him until to- 1 れ orro ー 1 れ ormng. He didn't sound worried and I knew he'd hide him and not take him back. Not for a while, at any rate. Where will you hide him? I said. I ow a place, he said. HOW long ago did you steal this horse? I said. lt suddenly dawned on me that he had been taking these early mormng ndes for some tlme and had come for me this morning only because he knew how much I longed to ride. Who said anything about stealing a horse? he said. Anyhow, I said, how long ago did you begin riding every morning? N0t until this mornlng, he said. Are you telling the truth? I said. Of course not, he said, but if we are found out, that's what you're to say. I don't want both ofus to be liars. AII you know is that we started riding this mormng. AII right, I said. He walked the horse quietly to the barn of a deserted vine- yard which at one time had been the pride of a farmer named FetvaJian. There were some oats and dry al ね 1 ね in the barn. We began walking home. lt wasn't easy, he said, to get the horse to behave so nicely. At first it wanted to run wild, but as l've told you, I have a way with a horse. I can get it to want to do anything lwant it to do 、 Horses understand me. HOW d0 you d0 it? I said. I have an understanding with a horse, he sard. Yes, but what sort ofan understanding? I said. A simple and honest one, he said. WeII, I said, I wish I knew how to reach an understanding like that with a horse. You're still a small boy, he said. When you get to be thirteen you'll know how to do it. I went home and ate a hearty breakfast. That afternoon my uncle Khosrove came to our house for

THE SUMMER OF THE BEAUTIFUL WHITE HO 良 S BY WILLIAM SAROYAN NE DAY back there ⅲ the good 01d days when I was mne and the world was 血Ⅱ of every lmaginable kind ofmag- nificence, and li 危 was still a delightful and mystenous dream, my cousin Mourad, who was considered crazy by everybody whO knew him except me, came to my house at four ⅲ the morn- lng and woke me up by tapping on the window ofmy room. Aram, he said. I jumped out ofbed and looked out the window. I couldn't believe what I saw. lt wasn't mormng yet, but it was summer and with daybreak not many minutes around the corner Of the world it was light enough for me t0 know I wasn't dreaming. My cousin Mourad was sitting on a beautiful white horse. I stuck my head out ofthe window and rubbed my eyes. Yes, he said ⅲ Armenian. lt's a horse. You're not dreaming. Make it quick ifyou want a ride. I knew my cousin Mourad enjoyed being alive more than anybody else who had ever fallen into the world by mistake, but this was more than even I could believe. ln the first place, my earliest memorles had been memones 0f horses and my first longings had been longings to ride. This was the wonderful part. ln the second place, we were poor. This was the part that wouldn't permit me to believe what I saw.. 丘 om M: ァⅣ 4 e な / 川

FAT H E R WA K E S U P T H E V ー L L A G E 317 The big English dog-cart arrived. Two of us boys and the coachman drove Off. The sun beat down On our heads. 、 Mhere the heavy harness was rubbing on Brownie's coat, he broke out int0 a thick, whitish lather. Morgan was sullen. When we boys were along he couldn't take 0 his stiff black hat or unbutton his thick, padded coat. Worse still, 仕 om his point of view, he couldn't stop at a bar for a drink. That was why M0ther had sent us along with him, ofcourse, and he knew it. We arrived at the little town after a while and I went into the Co 引 & lce Offce. A wiry-looking 01d clerk was dozing in a corner, his chair tilted back and his chin resting onthi s dingy shirt-front. I woke this clerk 叩 . I told him about the crisis at our house. He listened unwillingly, and when I had finished he said it was a very h0t day. I waited. He spat. He said he didn't see what he could do, because the ice-house was locked. I explained earnestly that this was the Day family and that something must be done right away,. He hunted around his deskh few minutes, found his chewing tobacco, and said, "Well, sonny, I'II see what I can do about it. " I thanked him very much, as that seemed to me to settle the matter. I went back tO the dog-cart. Brownie's check-rein had been unhooked, and he stood with his head hanging down. He looked sloppy. lt wouldn't have been so bad with a buggy, but a slumpy horse in a dog-cart can 100k pretty aw ん 1. AISO, Morgan 、 gone. He reappeared soon, commg out Ofa Side door dO 、 the street, buttoning up his coat, but with his hat tilted back. He looked worse than the horse. We checked up the weary animal's head again and drove slowly home. A hot little breeze 1n our rear moved our dust along with us. At the 応 0t 0f the hill, we boys got out, t0 spare Brownie our extra weight. We unhooked his check-rein again. He dragged the heavy cart 叩 . M0ther was sittlng out on the piazza. I said the ice would C01 e soon no 、 v,. We 、 vaited. lt was a long afternoon. At five o'clock, Brownie was hitched up again. The coachman

368 W I L B U R D A N I E L S ・ T E E L E red arrow ⅲ the dark, and the top of a butternut tree beyond it drawn ⅲ skeleton tracenes, andjust then a cock crowed. She went t0 the right corner ofthe house and saw where the light came 丘 om , ruddy above the woods down the valley. Re- turning intO the house, she bent close tO her mother's ear and shouted, "Somethin's a-fire down to the town, looks like," then went out again and up to the barn. "Soh! Soh!" she called to the animals. She climbed up and stood on the top rail of the cow- pen fence, only to find she could not locate the flame even there. Ten rods behind the buildings a mass of rock mounted higher than their ridgepoles, a chopped-offbuttress ofthe back ridge, covered with oak scrub and wild grapes and blackber- nes, whose thorny ropes the girl beat away 丘 om her skirt with the broom-handle as she scrambled up ⅲ the wine-colored dark. Once at the top, and the brush held aside, she could see the tongue-tip ofthe conflagration halfa mile away at the town. And she knew by the bearing ofthe 20 church steeples that it was the building where the lock-up was that was burning. There is a ho な or ⅲ knowing animals trapped ⅲ a fire, no matter what the animals. "Oh, my God! ” Mare said. A car went down the road. Then there was a horse galloping ・ That would be Older Hask1ns probably. PeopIe were out at Ruby's father's farm; she could hear their voices raised. There must have been another car up om the 0ther way, for lights wheeled and shouts were exchanged ⅲ the neighborhood ofthe bridge. Next thing she knew, Ruby was at the house below, looking for her probably. He was telling her mother. Mrs. Doggett was not used to himy so he had to shout even louder than Mare had to. "What y' reckon he done, the hellion! he broke the door and killed Lew Fyke and set the courthouse afire! . Where's Mare? ” Her mother would not know.. Mare called. "Here, up the rock here. ” She had better go down. Ruby would likely break his bones ifhe tried to climb the rock ⅲ the dark, not knowing the w . But the sight ofthe fire fascinated her simple spirit, the ar 血 1 element, more 危 ar 血 1 山 ever now, with the news. "Yes, l'm

250 F R A N K O ' C 0 N N O R "l'd go for the doctor; ” she said firmly. "Better be sure than I had first to go to the house of a Poor Law Guardian, fo 「 a ticket tO show we couldn't p . Then I went down t0 the dispen- sary, which was in a deep hollow beyond the school. After that I had to go back t0 ready the house for the doctor. I had to have a basin 0f water and soap and a clean towel laid out for him, and I had to get the dinner, t00. lt was after dinner when he called. He was a fat, loud-voiced man and, like all the drunks 0fthe medical profession, supposed to be "the cleverest doctor ⅲ Cork, ifonly he'd mind himself." He hadn't been minding himselfmuch that morning, it seemed. "HOW are you going tO get this now?" he grumbled, sitting on the bed with the prescription pad on his knee. "The only place open is the North Dispensary. "I'II go, Doctor," I said at once, relieved that he had said nothing about hospital. 。 'Tis a long way," he said, doubtfully. "DO you ow where lt is? ” "l'll find it,' ” I said. "lsn't he a great little 危Ⅱ ow ? " he said t0 my mother. "Oh, the best in the worl 山 Doctor!" she said. "A daughter couldn't be better tO me. "That's right," said the doctor. "L00k after YO 町 mother; she'll the best for you in the long run. We don't mind them when we have them," he added, t0 my mother, "and then we spend the rest 0four lives regretting it. " I wished he hadn't said that; it tuned in altogether t00 well with my mo . TO make it worse, he didn't even use the so 叩 and water I had laid ready for him. My mother gave me directions how t0 reach the dispensary' and I set 0 with a bottle wrapped in brown paper under my arm. The road led uphill, through a thickly populated poor - cality, as far as the barracks, which was perched on the very t0P of the hill, over the city, and then descended, between high walls, till it suddenly almost disappeared ⅲ a stony path, with red brick corporation houses t0 one side 0f it, that dropped steeply, steeply, t0 the valley 0fthe little river' where a brewery