The Cop and the Anthem 1
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When wild geese honk high of nights, and when women without sealskin coats grow kind to their husbands, and when Soapy moves uneasily on his bench in the park, you may know that winter is near at hand.
A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's ( "霜冻"的拟人化称呼) card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens (居民) of Madison Square, and gives fair warning of his annual call.
At the corners of four streets he hands his pasteboard to the North Wind, footman (侍从) of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready. {1}
Soapy's mind became cognisant of the fact that the time had come for him to resolve himself into a singular Committee of Ways and Means to provide against the coming rigour. {2}
And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench.
The hibernatorial (越冬的) ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest.
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In them there were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies or drifting in the Vesuvian Bay.
Three months on the Island was what his soul craved (渴望).
Three months of assured board and bed and congenial (意气相投的) company, safe from Boreas (北风) and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable.
For years the hospitable (舒适的) Blackwell's (岛名，岛上有监狱) had been his winter quarters.
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Just as his more fortunate fellow New Yorkers had bought their tickets to Palm Beach and the Riviera each winter, so Soapy had made his humble arrangements for his annual hegira (逃亡) to the Island.
And now the time was come.
On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath (在…下方) his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square.
So the Island loomed big and timely in Soapy's mind.
He scorned (藐视) the provisions made in the name of charity for the city's dependents.
In Soapy's opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy (慈善).
There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary (救济的), on which he might set out and receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life.
But to one of Soapy's proud spirit the gifts of charity are encumbered.
If not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at the hands of philanthropy. {3}
As Caesar had his Brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath, every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition.
Wherefore it is better to be a guest of the law, which though concted by rules, does not meddle unly with a gentleman's private affairs.
Soapy, having decided to go to the Island, at once set about accomplishing his desire.
There were many easy ways of doing this.
The pleasantest was to dine luxuriously at some expensive restaurant; and then, after declaring insolvency, be handed over quietly and without uproar to a policeman.
An accommodating magistrate would do the rest.
Soapy left his bench and strolled (闲逛) out of the square and across the level sea of asphalt, where Broadway and Fifth Avenue flow together.
Up Broadway he turned, and halted at a glittering cafe, where are gathered together nightly the choicest procts of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.{4}
Soapy had confidence in himself from the lowest button of his vest upward.
He was shaven, and his coat was decent and his neat black, ready-tied four-in-hand had been presented to him by a lady missionary on Thanksgiving Day.
If he could reach a table in the restaurant unsuspected success would be his.
The portion of him that would show above the table would raise no doubt in the waiter's mind.
A roasted mallard ck, thought Soapy, would be about the thing--with a bottle of Chablis, and then Camembert, a demi-tasse and a cigar.
One dollar for the cigar would be enough.
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The total would not be so high as to call forth any supreme manifestation of revenge from the cafe management;
and yet the meat would leave him filled and happy for the journey to his winter refuge (避难所).
But as Soapy set foot inside the restaurant door the head waiter's eye fell upon his frayed trousers and decadent shoes.
Strong and ready hands turned him about and conveyed him in silence and haste to the sidewalk and averted the ignoble fate of the menaced mallard (野鸭).
Soapy turned off Broadway. It seemed that his route to the coveted island was not to be an epicurean one.
Some other way of entering limbo must be thought of.
At a corner of Sixth Avenue electric lights and cunningly displayed wares behind plate-glass made a shop window conspicuous (引人注目的).
Soapy took a cobblestone and dashed it through the glass. People came running around the corner, a policeman in the lead.
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Soapy stood still, with his hands in his pockets, and smiled at the sight of brass buttons.
"Where's the man that done that?" inquired the officer excitedly.
"Don't you figure out that I might have had something to do with it?" said Soapy, not without sarcasm (挖苦), but friendly, as one greets good fortune.
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The policeman's mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men who smash windows do not remain to parley (谈判) with the law's minions.
They take to their heels. The policeman saw a man half way down the block running to catch a car.
With drawn club he joined in the pursuit. Soapy, with disgust in his heart, loafed along, twice unsuccessful.
On the opposite side of the street was a restaurant of no great pretensions.
It catered to large appetites and modest purses. Its crockery and atmosphere were thick; its soup and napery thin.
Into this place Soapy took his accusive shoes and telltale trousers without challenge.
At a table he sat and consumed beefsteak, flapjacks, doughnuts and pie. And then to the waiter be betrayed the fact that the minutest coin and himself were strangers.
"Now, get busy and call a cop," said Soapy. "And don't keep a gentleman waiting."
"No cop for youse," said the waiter, with a voice like butter cakes and an eye like the cherry in a Manhattan cocktail. "Hey, Con!"
Neatly upon his left ear on the callous pavement two waiters pitched Soapy. He arose, joint by joint, as a carpenter's rule opens, and beat the st from his clothes.
Arrest seemed but a rosy dream. The Island seemed very far away. A policeman who stood before a drug store two doors away laughed and walked down the street.
