Waltey

Prevod

V brooklynski četrti Bath stoji dvorec Cortelyou, zgrajen pred sto petdesetimi leti, ki je med ameriško revolucijo služil kot obrambno oporišče, ko so Britanci iz svojega tabora v Flatbushu vpadali v okolico in nadlegovali prebivalce. Med enim teh pohodov na prašiče in kokoši je galanten častnik rdečesuknjičnikov na poljih posestva Cortelyou srečal čedno dekle. Pomiril jo je tako, da ji je pomagal nabirati poljsko cvetje, in odtlej je dekle pogosto zahajalo na polja ter se vračalo z velikanskimi šopki marjetic. Stari Cortelyou o tej ljubezenski zgodbi ni ničesar slutil, dokler ni eden njegovih sinov od daleč opazil njenega skrivnega srečanja z rdečesuknjičnikom. Ni treba posebej poudarjati, da se mu je pri graji pridružila vsa družina. Ker je dekle izjavilo, da se srečanjem z ljubimcem ne bo odpovedalo, je oče prisegel, da ne bo nikoli več zapustila njegove hiše, in se trudil držati besedo, naj bo to v dobro ali slabo. Mladenka je svoje ujetništvo prenašala tako, kot bi ga vsako dekle pogumnega duha, vendar ji ni uspelo pobegniti vse do nekega večera, ko je sedela pri oknu in opazovala, kako zahajajoča luna riše svetlo pot po pristanišču. Trk ob šipo, kakor da bi vanjo priletel kamenček, jo je zdramil iz sanjarjenja. Na trati je stal njen ljubimec.

Na njen nestrpni namig je pritekel z lahko lestvijo, jo prislonil k okenski polici in v manj kot minuti sta že tekla proti obali; toda škripanje lestve ni ostalo preslišano in dva moška sta zgrabila muškete ter pohitela ven. Na mesečevi poti sta zasledovalca razločila premikajočo se postavo in, ne da bi jo prej pozvala, naj se ustavi, namerila puški ter ustrelila. Poku je sledil ženski krik; nato se je zaslišalo pljuskanje vesel, ki je hitro postajalo vse tišje, dokler ni povsem zamrlo. Ko sta se vrnila v hišo, sta našla dekletovo sobo prazno, naslednje jutro pa so iz blata ob pristanu prinesli njen čeveljček. Nihče na ameriški strani bojne črte ni nikoli izvedel, kaj je povzročil tisti strel, a če ni vzel življenja, je Cortelyouju vzel razum. Preostanek svojih dni je preživel v eni sami sobi, priklenjen na železno zanko v tleh, korakal v krogu, momljal in krilil z rokami ter včasih prestrašil mimoidočega, ko je pri oknu pokazal svoj bledi obraz in razmršeno brado.

Izvirnik

In the Bath district of Brooklyn stands Cortelyou manor, built one hundred and fifty years ago, and a place of defence during the Revolution when the British made sallies from their camp in Flatbush and worried the neighborhood. It was in one of these forays on pigs and chickens that a gallant officer of red-coats met a pretty lass in the fields of Cortelyou. He stilled her alarm by aiding her to gather wild-flowers, and it came about that the girl often went into the fields and came back with prodigious bouquets of daisies. The elder Cortelyou had no inkling of this adventure until one of his sons saw her tryst with the red-coat at a distance. Be sure the whole family joined him in remonstrance. As the girl declared that she would not forego the meetings with her lover, the father swore that she should never leave his roof again, and he tried to be as good, or bad, as his word. The damsel took her imprisonment as any girl of spirit would, but was unable to effect her escape until one evening, as she sat at her window, watching the moon go down and paint the harbor with a path of light. A tap at the pane, as of a pebble thrown against it, roused her from her revery. It was her lover on the lawn.

At her eager signal he ran forward with a light ladder, planted it against the window-sill, and in less than a minute the twain were running toward the beach; but the creak of the ladder had been heard, and grasping their muskets two of the men hurried out. In the track of the moon the pursuers descried a moving form, and, without waiting to challenge, they levelled the guns and fired. A woman's cry followed the report; then a dip of oars was heard that fast grew fainter until it faded from hearing. On returning to the house they found the girl's room empty, and next morning her slipper was brought in from the mud at the landing. Nobody inside of the American lines ever learned what that shot had done, but if it failed to take a life it robbed Cortelyou of his mind. He spent the rest of his days in a single room, chained to a staple in the floor, tramping around and around, muttering and gesturing, and sometimes startling the passer-by as he showed his white face and ragged beard at the window.

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