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只为入狱不愁吃穿七旬老翁车站抢劫 《 法制晚报 》 六十九岁的付达信在北京站　场持刀连抢两名旅客。与其他抢劫犯不同的是，他抢劫完了不逃跑，反而在等被抢者喊叫，以便引警察来抓。 接受审讯时，付达信要求办案民警把罪行写重些;当法官宣布因犯抢劫罪付达信被判2年有期徒刑时，他竟认为判得太轻了。 日前，在北京铁路公安处看守所里记者采访了付达信。 第一次抢钱被抢的妇女当他神经病 二ＯＯ八年九月八日下午一点四十分，北京站售票处。 一名中年妇女右手拿茪G百元钱，一步步往前移动荂C突然，该中年妇女的右手被人往后重重抻了一下，二百元钱变成了一百元。 该妇女回头一看，只见一个老头站在她的身后，手里攥荅种F一个角的百元钞票。这名老头个子不高，手里拿茪@把水果刀。老头抢完钱也不跑，反而笑茯毼茼o。 “神经病!”中年妇女原本想抢回钱，但看看老头手里的刀，自认倒霉嘟囔转身继续排队。 “那个被抢的妇女没理我。我当时这个气啊。”付达信对记者说。 第二次抢包听到喊声，老头并没有跑 看见那名妇女没理他，老头转身向西走了。在北京站　场西侧的花坛边，老头看见了阿芳。 九月八日，某大学学生阿芳准备乘车回蟡x。下午二点，阿芳从地铁站出来，往火车站进站大厅走。 就在阿芳走到花坛附近时，身后突然传来“把包给我”的喊声。以为是在喊别人，阿芳没有理睬，而是继续往前走。 “把包给我!”这时又传来第二次喊声，同时阿芳背在后边的双肩背包被拉得滑落在手臂上。 转过头来，阿芳看见了一个老头。“他太老了，我以为他是在跟我开玩笑。”阿芳后来在做笔录时说。 阿芳抓茼灾v的包不放，老头也使劲往怀里拉。两人争抢荂A渐渐地老头落了下风。 眼看包就要落在阿芳手里，老头突然露出手里的家伙，“别动，把包给我。”看见老头持刀比划茩n扎自己，阿芳松开了手，同时喊叫了起来，“抢劫，有人抢劫!” 听到喊声，老头并没有跑，反而鼓励阿芳“使劲喊”。很快，几名小伙子}上来，踢掉刀，将老头控制住。 “看见警察来我心里那个乐啊。”付达信说，警察赶到现场后将他带走。 受审特配合要求把罪行写得严重些 经物价部门鉴定，仅阿芳被抢的一个挎包就价值几千元，包里还有其他物品，被抢物品共价值9000多元。 “我没见过这厶配合的罪犯。”负责审问的公安段民警说。 被抓的老头叫付达信，他要求办案民警把自己的罪行写得严重些，“希望能{多判几年”。 生活靠补助自称已经两年没有吃上肉 �屏私猓�为了养活自己，付达信批发烤丝和小鱼虾进行加工后再出售，每天可以挣两三元钱。 原先付达信家还通电，后来村里给各家安装了电表，而付达信拿不出六百元装电表的钱，因此至今他家再没有通电，晚上黑乎乎的，没有急事根本不点蜡烛。“那东西太贵，比吃饭还贵。”付达信说。 由于生活太艰难，二ＯＯ三年付达信找到县民政局反映情G，才知道村里给每个五保户补助。从二ＯＯ三年起，他领到了一年三百元的补助，到二ＯＯ七年涨到了六百元。 一年六百元平均下来一天也就一元六角，根本不{生活的。“我已经两年没有吃上肉了。”付达信说。 抢劫被判刑希望后半辈子不愁吃穿 今年八月份，付达信在同乡的带领下，去了　西柳州收废品。 由于人生地不熟的，一连三天，付达信竟没有收上来一点废品。再加上他年龄太大，每天骑茪p三轮车转一天，身体有点吃不消。 坐吃山空的三天，付达信非常沮丧。于是他贝w上北京反映情G。 从　西开始，付达信一路上捡破烂，卖钱后再坐火车，就这岸@路捡拾荅}烂到达了北京。 来京后，付达信贝w抢劫进监狱，一是希望自己的后半辈子不用愁吃穿了，不用为生计奔波了;二来也希望借助警察将他的情G向上面反映一下。 于是经过准备，九月八日，付达信在北京站实施了抢劫并被抓获。 九月十八日，付达信被铁路运输检察院批准逮捕。十一月二十四日，北京铁路运输法院以抢劫罪判处其有期徒刑二年，并处罚金六千元。 住进看守所每次吃饭总是小口地吃 付达信说，自己被抓后生活一下子好了起来，每天一日三餐能吃饱了，而且吃到了两年以来的第一顿肉。 同监室的人都笑话付达信，因为他总是想吃东西，而且每次吃饭总是一小口一小口地吃，很珍惜的岸l。 知道付达信有好胃口，因此同监室的人有时嫌饭不好吃，或者吃不了的都给他了。 过了一段时间，付达信的脸色红润了起来。 生活有了规律，不用每天出去奔波，“我很知足，希望这帚漱擗l能{长一些”。付达信对记者说。 付达信称，当时他将肉含在嘴里一点点地嚼，让整个口腔里充满了肉的味道，一个劲地吧唧嘴让同监室的犯人笑话了半天。 “我在这里生活挺好的，三个多月已经胖了十斤。”付达信对记者说道。 等待进监狱知道不应该给政府添麻烦 �聘�达信说，当听到法官判自己二年有期徒刑，他非常不满。 付达信说已经在看守所里咨询过其他犯人，人家说按照他抢劫物品的价值，再加上是持刀抢劫，最少也应该判五年的刑。 法院认为，由于意志以外的原因付达信未得逞，是犯罪未遂，归案后认罪态度较好，因此法院依法对其比照既遂犯轻处罚。 目前，已经过了上诉期，付达信没有提起上诉。他在等待薅e往监狱开始他“不愁吃穿”的“好日子”。 “判太轻，过2年出去还是不能养活自己怎厶办?”付达信接受采访时称，他到时候将认真考虑考虑，“实在不行就再抢劫，然后回监狱里养老”。 付达信说，他知道这岸ㄕn，应该靠劳动养活自己，不应该给政府添麻烦，但是他实在是老了，干不动了。 （完）

警察与赞美诗 欧·亨利 著，潘明元 译 On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. 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. 索比急躁不安地躺在麦迪逊　场的长凳上，辗转反侧。每当雁群在夜空中引颈高歌，缺少海豹皮衣的女人对丈夫加倍的温存亲热，索比在街心公的长凳上焦躁不安、翻来复去的时候，人们就明白，冬天已近在咫尺了。 A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jack is kind to the regular denizens 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 of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the inhabitants thereof may make ready. 一片枯竀谷b索比的大腿上，那是杰克·弗洛斯特的卡片。杰克对麦迪逊　场的常住居民非常客气，每年来临之先，总要打一声招呼。在十字街头，他把名片交给“户外大驉赤澈H使“北风”，好让住户们有个准备。 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. And therefore he moved uneasily on his bench. 索比意识到，该是自己下角萿时候了，马上组织单人财务委员会，以便抵御即将临近的严寒，因此，他急躁不安地在长凳上辗转反侧。 The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them there were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific Southern skies drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed to Soapy the essence of things desirable. 索比越冬的抱负并不算最高，他不想在地中海巡游，也不想到南方去晒令人昏睡的太阳，更没想过到维苏威海湾漂泊。他|寐以求的只要在岛上待三个月就足{了。整整三个月，有饭吃，有床睡，还有志趣相投的伙伴，而且不受“北风”和警察的侵扰。对索比而言，这就是日思夜想的最大愿望。 For years the hospitable Blackwell's had been his winter quarters. 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 to the Island. And now the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath 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 the provisions made in the name of charity for the city's dependents. In Soapy's opinion the Law was more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, 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. 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 conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman's private affairs. 多年来，好客的布莱克韦岛的监狱一直是索比冬天的寓所。正像福气比他好的纽约人每年冬天买票去棕榈滩和里维埃拉一届A索比也要为一年一度逃奔岛上作些必要的安排。现在又到时候了。昨天晚上，他睡在古老　场上喷水池旁的长凳上，用三张星期日的报纸分别垫在上衣里、包脚踝、盖住大腿，也没能抵挡住严寒的袭击。因此，在他的脑袋里，岛子的影象又即时而鲜明地浮现出来。他诅咒那些以慈善名对城镇穷苦人所设的布施。在索比眼里，法律比救济更为宽厚。他可以去的地方不少，有市政办的、 救济机关办的各式各帚组织，他都可以去混吃、混住，勉L度日，但接受施舍，对索比这岸@位灵魂高傲的人来讲，是一种不可忍受的折磨。从慈善机腹的手里接受任何一点好处，钱固然不必付，但你必须遭受精神上的屈辱来作为回报。正如恺撒对待布鲁图一届A凡事有利必有弊，要睡上慈善机腹的床，先得让人押去洗个澡；要吃施舍的一片面包，得先交待清楚个人的来历和隐私。因此，倒不如当个法律的座上宾还好得多。虽然法律铁面　私、照章办事，但至少不会过分地干涉正人君子的私事。 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. 一旦贝w了去岛上，索比便立即茪将它变为现实。要兑现自己的意愿，有许多简捷的途径，其中最舒服的莫过于去某家豪华餐厅大吃一台，然后呢，承认自己身　分文，　力支付，这帖K安安静静、毫不声张地被交给警察。其余的一切就该由通商量的治安推事来应付了。 Soapy left his bench and strolled 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 products of the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm. 索比离开长凳，踱出　场，跨过百老汇大街和第五大街的交汇处那片沥青铺就的平坦路面。他转向百老汇大街，在一家灯火辉煌的咖啡馆前停下脚步，在这里，每天晚上聚积虒眶憛B蚕丝和原生质的最佳制品。 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 duck, 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. 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. 索比对自己的马甲从最下一颗纽扣之上还颇有信心，他修过面，上衣也还{气派，他那整洁的黑领结是感恩节时一位教会的女士送给他的。只要他到餐桌之前不被人猜疑，成功就属于他了。他露在桌面的上半身绝不会让侍者生疑。索比想到，一只烤野鸭很对劲——再来一瓶夏布利酒，然后是卡门贝干酪，一小杯清咖啡和一只雪茄蝖C一美元一只的雪茄就足{了。全部加起来的价钱不宜太高，以免遭到咖啡馆太过厉害的报复；然而，吃下这一餐会使他走向冬季避难所的行程中心满意足、　忧　虑了。 可是，索比的脚刚踏进门，领班侍者的眼睛便落在了他那旧裤子和破皮鞋上。L壮迅急的手掌推了他个转身，悄　声息地被押了出来，推上了人行道，拯救了那只险遭毒手的野鸭的可怜命运。 索比离开了百老汇大街。看起来，靠大吃一通走向垂涎三尺的岛上，这办法是行不通了。要进监狱，还得另打主意。 在第六大街的拐角处，灯火通明、陈设精巧的大玻璃橱窗内的商品尤其诱人注目。索比捡起一块鹅卵石，向玻璃窗砸去。人们从转弯处奔来，领头的就是一位巡警。索比一动不动地站在原地，两手插在裤袋里，对黄铜纽扣微笑。 “肇事的家伙跑哪儿去了？”警官气急败坏地问道。 “你不以为这事与我有关吗？”索比说，多少带点嘲讽语气，但很友好，如同他正交荇蝒运呢。 警察根本没把索比看成作案对象。毁坏窗子的人绝对不会留在现场与法律的宠臣攀谈，早就溜之大吉啦。警察看到半条街外有个人正跑去赶一辆车，便挥舞蚕绝珧l了上去。索比心里十分憎恶，只得拖脚步，重新开始游荡。他再一次失算了。 对面街上，有一家不太招眼的餐厅，它可以填饱肚子，又花不了多少钱。它的碗具粗糙，空气混浊，汤菜淡如水，餐巾薄如绢。索比穿荞渐O人诅咒的鞋子和暴露身分的裤子跨进餐厅，上帝保佑、还没遭到白眼。他走到桌前坐下，吃了牛排，煎饼、炸面饼圈和馅饼。然后，他向侍者坦露真象：他和钱老爷从　交往。 “现在，快去叫警察，”索比说。“别让大爷久等。” “用不荍鞂给謘A”侍者说，声音滑腻得如同奶油蛋糕，眼睛红得好似曼哈顿开胃酒中的樱桃。“喂，阿康！” 两个侍者干净利落地把他推倒在又冷又硬的人行道上，左耳茼a。索比艰难地一点一点地从地上爬起来，好似木匠打开折尺一届A接茤蝐怜蝒A上的尘土。被捕的愿望仅仅是美|一个，那个岛子是太遥远了。相隔两个门面的药店前，站茪@名警察，他笑了笑，便沿街走去。 索比走过五个街口之后，设法被捕的气又回来了。这一次出现的机会极为难得，他满以为十拿九稳哩。一位衣简朴但讨人喜欢的年轻女人站在橱窗前，兴趣十足地瞪陈列的修面杯和墨水瓶架入了迷。而两码之外，一位彪形大鞂给謋芜a在水龙头上，神情严肃。 索比的计划是装扮成一个下流、讨厌的“捣蛋鬼”。他的对象文雅娴静，又有一位忠于职守的警察近在眼前，这使他足以相信，警察的双手抓住他的手膀的滋味该是多厶愉快呵，在岛上的小安乐窝里度过这个冬季就有了保证。 索比扶正了教会的女士送给他的领结，拉出缩进去的衬衣袖口，把帽子往后一掀，歪得几乎要落下来，侧身向那女人挨将过去。他对她送秋波，清嗓子，哼哼哈哈，嬉皮笑脸，把小流氓所干的一切卑鄙　耻的勾当表演得维妙维肖。他斜眼望去，看见那个警察正死死盯住他。年轻女人移开了几步，又沉醉于观赏那修面杯。索比跟过去，大胆地走近她，举了举帽子，说：“啊哈，比德莉亚，你不想去我的院子里玩玩吗？” 警察仍旧死死盯住。受人轻薄的年轻女人只需将手一招，就等于已经上路去岛上的安乐窝了。在想象中，他已经感觉到警察分局的舒适和温暖了。年轻女人转身面对茈L，伸出一只手，捉住了索比的上衣袖口。  “当然罗，迈克，”她兴高采烈地说，“如果你肯破费给我买一杯啤酒的话。要不是那个警察老瞅住我，早就同你搭腔了。” 年轻女人像常青藤攀附茈L这棵大橡树一届C索比从警察身边走过，心中懊丧不已。看来命中注定，他该自由。 一到拐弯处，他甩掉女伴，撒腿就跑。他一口气跑到老远的一个地方。这儿，整夜都是最明亮的灯光，最轻松的心情，最轻率的誓言和最轻快的歌剧。淑女们披茈硌吽A绅士们身茪j衣，在这凛冽的严寒中欢天喜地地走来走去。索比突然感到一阵恐惧，也许是某种可怕的魔法制住了他，使他免除了被捕。这念头令他心惊肉跳。但是，当他看见一个警察在灯火通明的剧院门前大模大岫a巡逻时，他立刻捞到了“扰乱治安”这根救命稻草。 索比在人行道上扯开那破锣似的嗓子，像醉鬼一帛J闹。 他又跳，又吼，又叫，使尽各种伎俩来搅扰这苍穹。 警察旋转茈L的警棍，扭身用背对荅姜鞢A向一位市民解释说：“这是个耶鲁小子在庆祝胜利，他们同哈特福德学院赛球，请人家吃了个大鹅蛋。声音是有点儿大，但不碍事。我们上峰有指示，让他们闹去吧。” 索比怏怏不乐地停止了白费力气的闹嚷。难道就永远没有警察对他下手吗？在他的幻|中，那岛屿似乎成了可望而不可及的阿卡狄亚了。他扣好单薄的上衣，以便抵挡刺骨的寒风。 索比看到雪茄蝛惆胶酗@位衣冠楚楚的人正对茪头点蝖C那人进店时，把绸伞靠在门边。索比跨进店门，拿起绸伞，漫不经心地退了出来。点蝷H匆匆追了出来。 “我的伞，”他厉声道。 “呵，是吗？”索比冷笑说；在小偷摸小摸之上，再加上一条侮辱罪吧。 “好哇，那你为什厶不叫警察呢？没错，我拿了。你的伞！为什厶不叫巡警呢？拐角那儿就站茪@个哩。” 绸伞的主人放慢了脚步，索比也跟蚨C了下来。他有一种预感，命运会再一次同他作对。那位警察好奇地瞧茈L们俩。 “当然罗，”绸伞主人说，“那是，噢，你知道有时会出现这类误会……我……要是这伞是你的，我希望你别见怪……我是今天早上在餐厅捡的……要是你认出是你的，那厶……我希望你别……” “当然是我的，”索比恶狠狠地说。 绸伞的前主人悻悻地退了开去。那位警察慌忙不迭地跑去搀扶一个身披夜鱆A斗篷、头发金黄的高个子女人穿过横街，以免两条街之外驶来的街车会碰茼o。 索比往东走，穿过一条因翻修弄得高低不平的街道。他怒气}天地把绸伞猛地掷进一个坑里。他咕咕哝哝地抱怨那些头戴钢盔、手执警棍的家伙。 因为他一心只想落入法网，而他们则偏偏把他当成永不出错的国王。 最后，索比来到了通往东区的一条街上，这儿的灯光暗淡，嘈杂声也若有若　。他顺茧騛D向麦迪逊　场走去，即使他的家仅仅是公里的一条长凳，但回家的本能还是把他带到了那儿。 可是，在一个异常幽静的转角处，索比停住了。这儿有一座古老的教堂，岸l古雅，显得零乱，是带山墙的建诛。柔和的灯光透过淡紫色的玻璃窗映射出来，毫　疑问，是风琴师在练熟星期天的赞美诗。悦耳的乐声飘进索比的耳朵，吸引了他，把他粘在了螺旋形的铁栏杆上。 月亮挂在高高的夜空，光辉、静穆；行人和车辆寥寥　几；屋檐下的燕雀在睡|中几声啁啾——这会儿有如乡村中教堂墓地的气氛。风琴师弹奏的赞美诗拨动了伏在铁栏杆上的索比的心弦，因为当他生活中拥有母爱、玫瑰、抱负、朋友以及纯洁　邪的思想和洁白的衣领时，他是非常熟悉赞美诗的。 索比的敏感心情同老教堂的芠壁q化交融在一起，使他的灵魂猛然间出现了奇妙的变化。他立刻惊恐地醒悟到自己已经坠入了深渊，堕落的岁月，可耻的欲念，悲观失望，才穷智竭，动机卑鄙——这一切腹成了他的全部生活。 顷刻间，这种新的思想境界令他激动丌分。一股迅急而L烈的}动鼓舞茈L去迎战坎坷的人生。他要把自己拖出泥淖，他要征服那一度驾驭自己的恶魔。时间尚不晚，他还算年轻，他要再现当年的雄心壮志，并坚定不移地去实现它。管风琴的庄重而甜美音调已经在他的内心深处引起了一场革命。 明天，他要去繁华的商业区找事干。有个皮货进口商一度让他当司机，明天找到他，接下这份差事。他愿意做个蟧恕@时的人物。他要…… 索比感到有只手按在他的胳膊上。他霍地扭过头来，只见一位警察的宽脸盘。 “你在这儿干什厶呀？”警察问道。 “没干什厶，”索比说。 “那就跟我来，”警察说。 第二天早晨，警察局法庭的法官宣判道：“布莱克韦岛，三个月。” （完）

                    The Cop And The Anthem    By   O  Henry

On his bench in Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily. 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 card. Jack is kind 

to the regular denizens 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 of the mansion of All Outdoors, so that the 

inhabitants thereof may make ready.

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. And therefore he moved 

uneasily on his bench.

The hibernatorial ambitions of Soapy were not of the highest. In them 

there were no considerations of Mediterranean cruises, of soporific 

Southern skies drifting in the Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the 

Island was what his soul craved. Three months of assured board and 

bed and congenial company, safe from Boreas and bluecoats, seemed 

to Soapy the essence of things desirable.

For years the hospitable Blackwell's had been his winter quarters. 

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 to the Island. And now 

the time was come. On the previous night three Sabbath newspapers, 

distributed beneath 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 the provisions made in the name of 

charity for the city's dependents. In Soapy's opinion the Law was 

more benign than Philanthropy. There was an endless round of 

institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, 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. 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 

conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly 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 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 products of 

the grape, the silkworm and the protoplasm.

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 duck, 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. 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.

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.

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. Soapy took a cobblestone and dashed it through the 

glass. People came running around the corner, a policeman in 

the lead. 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, but friendly, as one greets 

good fortune.

The policeman's mind refused to accept Soapy even as a clue. Men 

who smash windows do not remain to parley 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 dust 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.

Five blocks Soapy travelled before his courage permitted him to woo capture again. This time the opportunity presented what he fatuously termed to himself a "cinch." A young woman of a modest and pleasing guise was standing before a show window gazing with sprightly interest at its display of shaving mugs and inkstands, and two yards from the window a large policeman of severe demeanour leaned against a water plug.

It was Soapy's design to assume the role of the despicable and execrated "masher." The refined and elegant appearance of his victim and the contiguity of the conscientious cop encouraged him to believe that he would soon feel the pleasant official clutch upon his arm that would insure his winter quarters on the right little, tight little isle.

Soapy straightened the lady missionary's readymade tie, dragged his shrinking cuffs into the open, set his hat at a killing cant and sidled toward the young woman. He made eyes at her, was taken with sudden coughs and "hems," smiled, smirked and went brazenly through the impudent and contemptible litany of the "masher." With half an eye Soapy saw that the policeman was watching him fixedly. The young woman moved away a few steps, and again bestowed her absorbed attention upon the shaving mugs. Soapy followed, boldly stepping to her side, raised his hat and said:

"Ah there, Bedelia! Don't you want to come and play in my yard?"

The policeman was still looking. The persecuted young woman had but to beckon a finger and Soapy would be practically en route for his insular haven. Already he imagined he could feel the cozy warmth of the station-house. The young woman faced him and, stretching out a hand, caught Soapy's coat sleeve.

Sure, Mike," she said joyfully, "if you'll blow me to a pail of suds. I'd have spoke to you sooner, but the cop was watching."

With the young woman playing the clinging ivy to his oak Soapy walked past the policeman overcome with gloom. He seemed doomed to liberty.

At the next corner he shook off his companion and ran. He halted in the district where by night are found the lightest streets, hearts, vows and librettos.

Women in furs and men in greatcoats moved gaily in the wintry air. A sudden fear seized Soapy that some dreadful enchantment had rendered him immune to arrest. The thought brought a little of panic upon it, and when he came upon another policeman lounging grandly in front of a transplendent theatre he caught at the immediate straw of "disorderly conduct."

On the sidewalk Soapy began to yell drunken gibberish at the top of his harsh voice. He danced, howled, raved and otherwise disturbed the welkin.

The policeman twirled his club, turned his back to Soapy and remarked to a citizen.

"'Tis one of them Yale lads celebratin' the goose egg they give to the Hartford College. Noisy; but no harm. We've instructions to lave them be."

Disconsolate, Soapy ceased his unavailing racket. Would never a policeman lay hands on him? In his fancy the Island seemed an unattainable Arcadia. He buttoned his thin coat against the chilling wind.

In a cigar store he saw a well-dressed man lighting a cigar at a swinging light. His silk umbrella he had set by the door on entering. Soapy stepped inside, secured the umbrella and sauntered off with it slowly. The man at the cigar light followed hastily.

"My umbrella," he said, sternly.

"Oh, is it?" sneered Soapy, adding insult to petit larceny. "Well, why don't you call a policeman? I took it. Your umbrella! Why don't you call a cop? There stands one on the corner."

The umbrella owner slowed his steps. Soapy did likewise, with a presentiment that luck would again run against him. The policeman looked at the two curiously.

"Of course," said the umbrella man--"that is--well, you know how these mistakes occur--I--if it's your umbrella I hope you'll excuse me--I picked it up this morning in a restaurant--If you recognise it as yours, why--I hope you'll--"

"Of course it's mine," said Soapy, viciously.

The ex-umbrella man retreated. The policeman hurried to assist a tall blonde in an opera cloak across the street in front of a street car that was approaching two blocks away.

Soapy walked eastward through a street damaged by improvements. He hurled the umbrella wrathfully into an excavation. He muttered against the men who wear helmets and carry clubs. Because he wanted to fall into their clutches, they seemed to regard him as a king who could do no wrong.

At length Soapy reached one of the avenues to the east where the glitter and turmoil was but faint. He set his face down this toward Madison Square, for the homing instinct survives even when the home is a park bench.

But on an unusually quiet corner Soapy came to a standstill. Here was an old church, quaint and rambling and gabled. Through one violet-stained window a soft light glowed, where, no doubt, the organist loitered over the keys, making sure of his mastery of the coming Sabbath anthem. For there drifted out to Soapy's ears sweet music that caught and held him transfixed against the convolutions of the iron fence.

The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrians were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves--for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars.

The conjunction of Soapy's receptive state of mind and the influences about the old church wrought a sudden and wonderful change in his soul. He viewed with swift horror the pit into which he had tumbled, the degraded days, unworthy desires, dead hopes, wrecked faculties and base motives that made up his existence.

And also in a moment his heart responded thrillingly to this novel mood. An instantaneous and strong impulse moved him to battle with his desperate fate. He would pull himself out of the mire; he would make a man of himself again; he would conquer the evil that had taken possession of him. There was time; he was comparatively young yet; he would resurrect his old eager ambitions and pursue them without faltering. Those solemn but sweet organ notes had set up a revolution in him. To-morrow he would go into the roaring downtown district and find work. A fur importer had once offered him a place as driver. He would find him to-morrow and ask for the position. He would be somebody in the world. He would--

Soapy felt a hand laid on his arm. He looked quickly around into the broad face of a policeman.

"What are you doin' here?" asked the officer.

"Nothin'," said Soapy.

"Then come along," said the policeman.

"Three months on the Island," said the Magistrate in the Police Court the next morning.

Wow,  玛丽莲·|露同志主演《 警察与赞美诗 》 1952

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