The sun came out.It was warm and pleasant.
The young gentleman felt
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 youth took a drink of it and passed
it to Peduzzi again.
Peduzzi passed it back again.
said, "drink. It's your marsala."
After another short drink the young
gentleman handed the bottle
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
He drank it all.
The sun shone while he drank.
It was wonderful.
This was a great day, after all.
"Senta, caro! In the
morning at seven."
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
to walk up the hill toward the village.
The young gentleman went on
He was quite a way up the hill.
Peduzzi called to him.
"Listen, caro, can you let me take five lire for a favor?"
today?" asked the young gentleman frowning.
Give it to me today for tomorrow.
I will provide everything for
Pane, salami, formaggio, good stuff for all of us.
You and I and the Signora.
Bait for fishing, minnows, not worms
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.
raced at Tremblay he'd have them drop him in the village on their way back to
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.
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 my old man would kid with them.
He could talk
French just like English and all those guys knew him 'cause you can always tell
a jockey - then we always sat at the same table and they got used to seeing us.
There were guys selling matrimonial papers.
rubber eggs that when you squeezed them a rooster came out of them.
old wormy looking guy that went by with postcards of Paris, showing them to
everybody, and, of course, nobody ever bought any.
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 them.
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
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 and they were both eating ices.
looking at the girl and she was awfully good looking.
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.
I made up ways that I was going to speak
I wondered if I got to know her if her mother would let me
take her out to Auteuil or Tremblay.
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
We'd sit at the Cafe de la Paix, my old man
We had influence with the waiter as my old man drank
whisky and it cost five francs.
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.
He said that whisky kept his weight
I noticed he was putting it on just the same.
away from his old gang out at Maisons and seemed to like just sitting around on
the boulevard with me.
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.
We'd get to our table, he'd have his first whisky and then he'd be fine.
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.
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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