Chapter 15 Fifteen, May of Heyen

Chapter One When the poet wants to sing to you about May, please hit his eyes hard.Goblins and wild goblins reign in May, and naughty and frivolous haunt the woods of Mirsum; Parker and his army of dwarfs are busy in the city.In May, nature holds up a reproaching finger at us, asking us to remember that we are not gods, but over-vain members of her extended family.She reminds us that we are brothers of clams and donkeys, gay men and chimpanzees of chowder, not cousins ​​of cooing pigeons, croaking ducks, housemaids and park cops.In May, Cupid shoots blindly the millionaire who marries the stenographer; the clever professor proposes to the gum-chewing man in the white apron behind the fast-food counter; Home; sweethearts quietly set up ladders over the lawns, Juliet waits at the latticed window, ready to elope; young couples out for walks, married before they get home; old boys in white stilettos, Strolling around the normal school; even married men become uncharacteristically tender and sentimental, throwing fists and feet on the back of their spouses viciously, complaining angrily: How are you?old woman?

[Note] Parker: A mischievous elf in English medieval folk songs. This May, no one is a goddess, but Circe the witch, who wears a mask at the great gala balls given in the summer for young ladies entering society for the first time, so as to keep us all at bay.Mr. Coulson snorted softly and straightened himself up in the patient chair.He has severe gout in one foot.He had a house by Grand Mercer Park, and half a million dollars, and a daughter.In addition, he has a housekeeper named Mrs. Widdup.Everything is worth a book, and this does not wrong anyone at all.When May swats Mr. Coulson, he becomes the lover's boss.

In the window were pots of kalanchoes, hyacinths, geraniums, and pansies, against which he sat.The breeze carried the scent of the flowers into the house, and suddenly there was a fierce competition between the scent of the flowers and the pungent stench of the gout potion.Stink wins handily after Blossom punches old Mr. Coulson in the nose.The ruthless and untrustworthy Yaoye Wuyue did something crazy.Other definite, quintessential, copyrighted scents of spring that belong solely to Metropolis over the subway straddle the park and squeeze into Mr. Coulson's olfactory apparatus, such as hot asphalt, burrow, gasoline, patchouli, orange peel, The smell of sewer fumes, big stores in Albany, Egyptian cigarettes, mortar and wet ink on newspapers, and so on.But the main ingredient of the air is sweet and warm.The chirping of sparrows can be heard everywhere outside.Never trust May.

Mr. Coulson twirled the tip of his snow-white beard, cursed at his feet, and thumped the bell on the table beside him. Mrs. Widdup entered.She was good-looking, forty, attractive, somewhat restless, and Higgins was out, sir, she said, with a smile reminiscent of a vibrating massage, and he was out to post a letter.what can i do for you sir It's time for my aconitum, said old Mr. Coulson, pour me the medicine.The bottle is there.Three drops.Watered.That is to say, damn Higgins!I need care, no one in this house cares about me, even if I die in this chair.Mrs. Widdup sighed deeply. But don't say that, sir, she said, you will be taken care of more than anyone will ever know.Sir, you said thirteen drops?

Three drops, Mr Coulson said.After taking the medicine, he took Mrs. Widdup's hand.She blushed.Well, yes, it can be done.Hold your breath and tighten your diaphragm. Mrs. Widdup, said Mr. Coulson, spring is upon us. Isn't that bad?Mrs. Widdup said the air had really warmed up.Beer is being sold on every street corner.Everywhere in the park is dyed yellow, red and blue by flowers; my feet and body are in pain. In the spring, Mr. Coulson intones, while rolling his beard with his hands, a blue that is to say, a man's imagination creeps to the thought of love. God!Oh!enough!Mrs. Widdup exclaimed: Wouldn't that be nice?Spring is in full bloom.

In the spring, Mr. Coulson continued, with bright rainbows reflecting doves. They are lovely indeed, Irishmen, sighed Mrs Widdup thoughtfully. Mrs Widdup, said Mr Coulson, grimacing at the pain of his gouty foot, the house would be lonely without you.I'm an old man, that is, I'm an old man but I'm worth a fortune.If half a million dollars is equal to government bonds, then a true heart, though it no longer surges with the passion of youth's first love, still beats, with the sound of a sincere chair being overturned by the curtain in the next room, Stopped May's venerable victim from going up the hook.Fan.Mick.Constantia.Miss Coulson strode forward.She was thin, wiry, tall, high-nosed, aloof, literate, and thirty-five, just the right neighborhood for Grand Mercer Park.She wears a pair of long-stemmed glasses.Mrs. Widdup hastily bent over Mr. Coulson's gouty foot.

I thought Higgins was with you, Van.Mick.Miss Constantia said. Higgins was out, her father explained, and Mrs. Widdup answered the bell.Much better now, Mrs. Widdup, thank you.No, it's okay, that's all I need.Under Miss Coulson's indifferent and inquiring gaze, the housekeeper blushed and retreated. The weather in spring is lovely, isn't it, daughter?The old man asked unnaturally and intentionally. That's it, Fan.Mick.Constantia.Miss Coulson's answer was a bit cryptic, Dad, when will Mrs. Widdup start her vacation? I believe she said it a week later, Mr. Coulson said.Fan.Mick.Miss Constantia stood by the window for a minute, looking at the lovely park, which was bathed in the warm afternoon sun.With a botanist's eye she examines the deadliest weapon of flower's insidious May.Holding the calmness of a virgin, she withstood the bewildering and gentle attack.The happy rays of the sun receded, and from her deathly calm heart the icy armor shone like ice.In the primordial depths of her hibernating heart the scent of flowers did not awaken tender feelings.The twittering of the sparrows pained her.She laughed at May.Although Miss Coulson is a testament to this season, she actively values ​​its energy.She knew that older men and fat-waisted women were like trained fleas on the train of May's absurdity, the comic mockers of the restless season.She had heard of foolish old gentlemen marrying housekeepers before.In short, what a shame to call this feeling love!

At eight o'clock the next morning, the iceman came to visit, and the cook told him that Miss Coulson wanted to meet him in the basement. Well, I'm not Alcott and Dipper, why didn't I even mention a name?said the iceman admiringly.As a concession, he put down his sleeves, rested the ice hook on a mountain plum, and walked back.Dang Fan.Mick.Constantia.He took off his hat as Miss Coulson addressed him. There was a back door in the basement, Miss Coulson said, from the clearing beside it where they were digging the foundations for the house.I want you to bring in a thousand pounds of ice through that door in two hours.You may have to bring a person or two to help you.I'll tell you where to put the ice.Besides, I have a thousand pounds of ice to be brought in through the same door every day, starting tomorrow, for four consecutive days.Your business can charge ice money to our regular bill payments.This is the price you pay for the extra effort.Miss Coulson gave a ten-dollar bill.The Iceman bowed his head and held his hat in both hands, behind his back, Well, if only you'd forgive me, miss.It would be nice to work for you, whatever it is that pleases you.Heck, for May!

About noon, Mr. Coulson knocked over two glasses on the table and broke the spring of the bell, calling at the same time to Higgins, bring an axe, Mr. Coulson sarcastically ordered, or send for Get a quart of hydrocyanic acid, or let the police come and shoot me.That was better than freezing me to death, too. It does seem to be cold, sir, said Higgins, and I hadn't paid much attention to the weather before.I'll close the window, sir. Come on, said Mr. Coulson, they call this weather spring, don't they?If the weather keeps going like this, I'll go back to Palm Beach.The house feels like a morgue.

Chapter two Later, Miss Coulson came in humbly and asked if the gout was better, Stantia, the old man asked, how is the weather outside? Sunny, Miss Coulson replied, but cold. I feel like a deadly winter, Mr Coulson said. In one instance, says Constantia, staring vacantly out of the window, winter lingers on spring's lap, even though it's not the most beautiful metaphor to read.Not long after, she walked by the little garden, heading west to Broadway, to buy something beautiful for a while. After a while, Mrs. Widdup came into the patient's room. Did you ring the bell, sir?she asked, grinning, and I sent Higgins to the pharmacy, I thought I heard your ring.

I didn't ring the bell, Mr. Coulson said. I think, said Mrs. Widdup, that I interrupted you, sir, yesterday when you were about to say something. I find it very cold in this house. What's the matter, Mrs. Widdup?old man Coulson asked sternly. cold?gentlemen?The housekeeper said, why, um, you said it was cold, this room does feel cold.But it's as warm as June outside, sir.It's such a fine day that one's heart would almost pop out of a blouse, sir.The ivy on the side walls of the house is leafing out, the grown-ups are playing the accordion, and the children are dancing on the sidewalk. It's a wonderful time to speak your mind.yesterday you were going to say sir Let loose!Mr Coulson yelled: "You idiot.I'll pay you to take care of the house.I was freezing to death in my own room, and you came in and babbled about ivy and accordions.Put a coat on me now.Check to see if the doors and windows below are closed.Old, fat, and irresponsible, a crook like you lobbying for spring and flowers in the middle of winter!As soon as Higgins came back I asked him to bring me a scalded rum punch.Get out now!But who will humiliate May's pretty face?Notwithstanding her presumptuousness, which disturbs the serenity of sane men, neither virginal guile nor icehouses can bring her down amidst the bright galaxies of the seasons. Ah yes, the story is far from over.One night passed, and in the morning Higgins helped old man Coulson sit on a chair by the window.The coldness of the room disappeared.The incomparably beautiful fragrance of flowers and sweet tenderness poured in.Mrs. Widdup hurried in and stood by his chair.Mr. Coulson reached out his thin hand and took her round one. Mrs. Widdup, he said, this house wouldn't be a home without you.I have half of a million dollars.If this is added with the true feelings of a heart, although this heart is no longer in the prime of life, it is still not cold, it will I found out what made the house cold, Mrs. Widdup said, leaning on his chair, and it was tons of ice in the basement, in the furnace, everywhere.I closed the valve that sent the cold into your room, Mr. Coulson, poor man!Now it's May again. A heart, Mr. Coulson went on, dazedly, spring brought life back, and but, what will my daughter say, Mrs. Widdup? Don't worry, sir, said Mrs. Widdup cheerily, Miss Coulson, she eloped with the iceman last night, sir!