二十年以後 歐·亨利

After Twenty Years

O·Henry

The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few. The time was barely 10 oclock at night, but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh depeopled the streets.

Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown the pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace. The vicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might see the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter; but the majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since been closed.

When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk. In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned, with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly.

"Its all right, officer," he said, reassuringly. "Im just waiting for a friend. Its an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you, doesnt it? Well, Ill explain if youd like to make certain its all straight. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands--Big Joe Bradys restaurant."

"Until five years ago," said the policeman. "It was torn down then."

The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddly set.

"Twenty years ago to-night," said the man, "I dined here at Big Joe Bradys with Jimmy Wells, my best chum, and the finest chap in the world. He and I were raised here in New York, just like two brothers, together. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldnt have dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was the only place on earth. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. We figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our destiny worked out and our fortunes made, whatever they were going to be."

"It sounds pretty interesting," said the policeman. "Rather a long time between meets, though, it seems to me. Havent you heard from your friend since you left?"

"Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other. "But after a year or two we lost track of each other. You see, the West is a pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty lively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if hes alive, for he always was the truest, stanchest old chap in the world. Hell never forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and its worth it if my old partner turns up."

The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with small diamonds.

"Three minutes to ten," he announced. "It was exactly ten oclock when we parted here at the restaurant door."

"Did pretty well out West, didnt you?" asked the policeman.

"You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was. Ive had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. A man gets in a groove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him."

The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two.

"Ill be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right. Going to call time on him sharp?"

"I should say not!" said the other. "Ill give him half an hour at least. If Jimmy is alive on earth hell be here by that time. So long, officer."

"Good-night, sir," said the policeman, passing on along his beat, trying doors as he went.

There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. The few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands. And in the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of his youth, smoked his cigar and waited.

About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.

"Is that you, Bob?" he asked, doubtfully.

"Is that you, Jimmy Wells?" cried the man in the door.

"Bless my heart!" exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the others hands with his own. "Its Bob, sure as fate. I was certain Id find you here if you were still in existence. Well, well, well! --twenty years is a long time. The old gone, Bob; I wish it had lasted, so we could have had another dinner there. How has the West treated you, old man?"

"Bully; it has given me everything I asked it for. Youve changed lots, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches."

"Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty."

"Doing well in New York, Jimmy?"

"Moderately. I have a position in one of the city departments. Come on, Bob; well go around to a place I know of, and have a good long talk about old times."

The two men started up the street, arm in arm. The man from the West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the history of his career. The other, submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest.

At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights. When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the others face.

The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.

"Youre not Jimmy Wells," he snapped. "Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a mans nose from a Roman to a pug."

"It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one, said the tall man. "Youve been under arrest for ten minutes, Silky Bob. Chicago thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to have a chat with you. Going quietly, are you? Thats sensible. Now, before we go on to the station heres a note I was asked to hand you. You may read it here at the window. Its from Patrolman Wells."

The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him. His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished. The note was rather short.

"Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow I couldnt do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job. JIMMY."

紐約的一條大街上，一位值勤的警察正沿街走著。一陣冷颼颼的風向他迎面吹來。已近夜間10點，街上的人已寥寥無幾了。

在一家小店鋪的門口，昏暗的燈光下站著一個男子，他的嘴裡叼著一支沒有點燃的雪茄煙。警察放慢了腳步，認真地看了他一眼，然後，向那個男子走了過去。

「這兒沒有出什麼事，警官先生。」看見警察向自己走來，那個男子很快地說，「我只是在這兒等一位朋友罷了。」

男子划了根火柴，點燃了叼在嘴上的雪茄。借著火柴的亮光，警察發現這個男子臉色蒼白，右眼角附近有一塊小小的白色的傷疤。

「這是20年前定下的一個約會。如果有興緻聽的話，我來給你講講。大約20年前，這兒，這個店鋪現在所佔的地方，原來是一家餐館……」男子繼續說，「我和吉米·維爾斯在這兒的餐館共進晚餐。哦，吉米是我最要好的朋友。我倆都是在紐約這個城市裡長大的。從小我們就親密無間，情同手足。當時，我正準備第二天早上就動身到西部去謀生。那天夜晚臨分手的時候，我倆約定：20年後的同一日期、同一時間，我倆將來到這裡再次相會。」

「你在西部混得不錯吧？」警察問道。

「當然啰！吉米的光景要是能趕上我的一半就好了。啊，實在不容易啊！這些年來，我一直不得不東奔西跑……」

又是一陣冷颼颼的風穿街而過，接著，一片沉寂。他倆誰也沒有說話。過了一會兒，警察準備離開這裡。

「我得走了，」他對那個男子說，「我希望你的朋友很快就會到來。假如他不準時趕來，你會離開這兒嗎？」

「不會的。我起碼要再等他半個小時。如果吉米他還活在人間，他到時候一定會來到這兒的。就說這些吧，再見，警察先生。」

「再見，先生。」警察一邊說著，一邊沿街走去，街上已經沒有行人了，空蕩蕩的。

男子又在這店鋪的門前等了大約二十分鐘的光景，這時候，一個身材高大的人急匆匆地徑直走來。他穿著一件黑色的大衣，衣領向上翻著，蓋到耳朵。

「你是鮑勃嗎？」來人問道。

「你是吉米·維爾斯？」站在門口的男子大聲地說，顯然，他很激動。

來人握住了男子的雙手。「不錯，你是鮑勃。我早就確信我會在這兒見到你的。嘖，嘖，嘖！20年是個不短的時間啊！你看，鮑勃！原來的那個飯館已經不在啦！要是它沒有被拆除，我們再一塊兒在這裡面共進晚餐該多好啊！鮑勃，你在西部的情況怎麼樣？」

「哦，我已經設法獲得了我所需要的一切東西。你的變化不小啊，吉米，你在紐約混得不錯吧？」

「一般，一般。我在市政府的一個部門裡上班，坐辦公室。來，鮑勃，咱們去轉轉，找個地方好好敘敘往事。」

這條街的街角處有一家大商店。儘管時間已經不早了，商店裡的燈還在亮著。來到亮處以後，這兩個人都不約而同地轉過身來看了看對方的臉。

突然間，那個從西部來的男子停住了腳步。

「你不是吉米·維爾斯。」他說，「20年的時間雖然不短，但它不足以使一個人變得容貌全非。」從他說話的聲調中可以聽出，他在懷疑對方。

「然而，20年的時間卻有可能使一個好人變成壞人。」高個子說，「你被捕了，鮑勃。在我們還沒有去警察局之前，先給你看一張條子，是你的朋友寫給你的。」

鮑勃接過便條。讀著讀著，他微微地顫抖起來。便條上寫著：

鮑勃：剛才我準時趕到了我們的約會地點。當你劃著火柴點煙時，我發現你正是那個芝加哥警方所通緝的人。不知怎麼的，我不忍自己親自逮捕你，只得找了個便衣警察來做這件事。

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