The sun came outThe sun came out. It was warm and pleasant. The young gentleman
felt relieved. He was no longer breaking the law. Sitting on the bank he took
the bottle of marsala out of his pocket and passed it to Peduzzi. Peduzzi
passed it back. The young gentleman took a drink of it and passed it to Peduzzi
again. Peduzzi passed it back again.
"Drink," he said, "drink. It's
After another short drink the young gentleman
handed the bottle over. Peduzzi
had been watching it closely. He took the bottle very hurriedly and tipped it
up. The gray hairs in the folds of his neck oscillated as he drank, his eyes
fixed on the end of the narrow brown bottle. He drank it all. The sun shone
while he drank. It was wonderful. This was a great day, after all. A wonderful
"Senta, caro! In the morning at seven." He had called
the young gentleman caro several times and nothing had happened. It was good
marsala. His eyes glistened. Days like this stretched out ahead. It would begin
at seven in the morning.
They started to walk up the hill toward the
village. The young gentleman went on
ahead. He was quite a way up the hill. Peduzzi called to him. "Listen, caro,
can you let me take five lire for a favor?"
"For today?" asked the
young gentleman frowning.
"No, not today. Give it to
me today for tomorrow. I will
provide everything for tomorrow. Pane, salami, formaggio, good stuff for all of
us. You and I and the Signora. Bait for fishing, minnows, not worms only.
Perhaps I can get some marsala. All for five lire. Five lire for a favor."
The young gentleman looked through his pocketbook and took out a
two-lire note and two ones.
"Thank you, caro. Thank you," said Peduzzi,
in the tone of one member of the Carleton Club accepting the Morning
Post from another. This was living. He was through with the hotel
garden, breaking up frozen manure with a
dung fork. Life was opening out.
My old man had a big lot of
money after that race and he took to coming into Paris oftener. If they raced
at Tremblay he'd have them drop him in the
village on their way back to Maisons
and he and I would sit out in front of the Cafe de la Paix and watch the people
go by: It's fun sitting there.
There's streams of people going by and
all sorts of guys come up and want to sell you things, and I loved to sit there
with my old man. That was when we'd have the most fun. Guys would come by
selling funny rabbits that jumped if
you squeezed a bulb and they'd come up to us and my old man would kid with
He could talk French just like English and all those category of
guys knew him 'cause you can always tell a jockey - and then we always sat at
the same table and they got used to seeing us there. There were guys selling
matrimonial papers and girls selling rubber eggs that when you squeezed them a
rooster came out of them and one old wormy looking guy that went by with
postcards of Paris, showing them to everybody, and, of course, nobody ever
bought any, and then he would come back and show the under side of the pack and
they would all be smutty postcards and lots of people would dig down and buy
Gee, I remember the funny people that used to go by. Girls around
supper time looking for somebody to take them out to
eat and they'd speak to my
old man and he'd make some joke at them in French and they'd pat me on the head
and go on.
Once there was an American woman sitting with her kid
daughter at the next table to us and they were both eating ices and I kept
looking at the girl and she was awfully good looking and I smiled at her and
she smiled at me but that was all that ever came of it because I looked for her
mother and her every day and I made up ways that I was going to speak to her
and I wondered if I got to know
her if her mother would let me take her out to Auteuil or Tremblay but I never
saw either of them again.
Anyway, I guess it wouldn't have been any
good, anyway, because looking back on it I remember the way I thought out would
be best to speak to her was to say, "Pardon me, but perhaps I can give you a
winner at Enghien today?" and, after all, maybe she would have thought I was a
tout instead of really trying to give her a winner.
We'd sit at the Cafe de la Paix, my old man and me, and we
had a big drag with the waiter because my old man drank
whisky and it cost five francs, and that meant
a good tip when the saucers were counted up.
My old man was drinking
more than I had ever seen him, but he wasn't riding at all now and besides he
said that whisky kept his weight down. But I
noticed he was putting it on just the same.
He'd busted away from his
old gang out at Maisons and seemed to like just sitting around on the boulevard
with me. But he was dropping money every day at the track. He'd feel sort of
doleful after the last race, if he'd lost on the day, until we'd get to our
table and he'd have his first whisky and then
he'd be fine.
He'd be reading
the Paris-Sport and he'd look over at me and say, "Where's your girl, Joe?" to
kid me on account I had told him about the girl that day at the next table. And
I would get red, but I liked being kidded about her. It gave me a good feeling.
"Keep your eye peeled for her, Joe," he'd say, "she'll be back."
Ernest Hemingway, from In Our
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