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Tải bản đầy đủ
Ngoại Ngữ
Tổng hợp
Truyện ngắn Tiếng Anh nhất nước Mỹ
An American Tragedy
by Theodore Dreiser
BOOK ONE
Chapter 1
DUSKof a summer night.
And the tall walls of the commercial heart of an American city of perhaps 400,000 inhabitantssuch
walls as in time may linger as a mere fable.
And up the broad street, now comparatively hushed, a little band of six,a man of about fifty, short,
stout, with bushy hair protruding from under a round black felt hat, a most unimportant-looking
person, who carried a small portable organ such as is customarily used by street preachers and
singers. And with him a woman perhaps five years his junior, taller, not so broad, but solid of frame
and vigorous, very plain in face and dress, and yet not homely, leading with one hand a small boy of
seven and in the other carrying a Bible and several hymn books. With these three, but walking
independently behind, was a girl of fifteen, a boy of twelve and another girl of nine, all following
obediently, but not too enthusiastically, in the wake of the others.
It was hot, yet with a sweet languor about it all.
Crossing at right angles the great thoroughfare on which they walked, was a second canyon-like way,
threaded by throngs and vehicles and various lines of cars which clanged their bells and made such
progress as they might amid swiftly moving streams of traffic. Yet the little group seemed
unconscious of anything save a set purpose to make its way between the contending lines of traffic
and pedestrians which flowed by them.
Having reached an intersection this side of the second principal thoroughfarereally just-^n alley
between two tall structuresnow quite bare of life of any kind, the man put down the organ, which the
woman immediately opened, setting up a music rack upon which she placed a wide flat hymn book.
Then handing the Bible to the man, she fell back in line with him, while the twelve-year-old boy put
down a small camp-stool hi front of the organ. The man the father, as he chanced to belooked about
him with seeming wide-eyed assurance, and announced, without appearing to care whether he had any
auditors or not:
“We will first sing a hymn of praise, so that any who may wish to acknowledge the Lord may join us.
Will you oblige, Hester?’
At this the eldest girl, who until now had attempted to appear as unconscious and unaffected as
possible, bestowed her rather slim and as yet undeveloped figure upon the camp chair and turned the
leaves of the hymn book, pumping the organ while her mother observed:
“I should think it might be nice to sing twenty-seven tonight‘How Sweet the Balm of Jesus’ Love.’”
By this time various homeward-bound individuals of diverse grades and walks of life, noticing the
small group disposing itself in this fashion, hesitated for a moment to eye them askance or paused to
ascertain the character of their work, “this hesitancy, construed by the man apparently to constitute
attention, however mobile, was seized upon by him and he began addressing them as though they were
specifically here to hear him.
“Let us all sing twenty-seven, then‘How Sweet the Balm of Jesus’ Love.’”
At this the young girl began to interpret the melody upon the organ, emitting a thin though correct
strain, at the same time joining her rather high soprano with that of her mother, together with the rather
dubious baritone of the father. The other children piped weakly along, the boy and girl having taken
hymn books from the small pile stacked upon the organ. As they sang, this nondescript and indifferent
street audience gazed, held by the peculiarity pf such an unimportant-looking family publicly raising
its collective voice against the vast skepticism and apathy of life. Some were interested or moved
sympathetically by the rather tame and inadequate figure of the girl at the organ, others by the
impractical and materially inefficient texture of the father, whose weak blue eyes and rather flabby
but poorly-clothed figure bespoke more of failure than anything else. Of the group the mother alone
stood out as having that force and determination which, however blind or erroneous, makes for selfpreservation, if not success in life. She, more than any of the others, stood up with an ignorant, yet
somehow respectable air of conviction. If you had watched her, her hymn book dropped to her side,
her glance directed straight before her into space, you would have said: “Well, here is one who,
whatever her defects, probably does what she believes as nearly as possible.” A kind of hard,
fighting faith in the wisdoni and mercy of that definite overruling and watchful power which she
proclaimed, was written in her every feature and gesture.
“The love of Jesus saves me whole,
The love of God my steps control,”
she sang resonantly, if slightly nasally, between the towering walls of the adjacent buildings.
The boy moved restlessly from one foot to the other, keeping his eyes down, and for the most part
only half singing. A tall and as yet slight figure, surmounted by an interesting head and facewhite skin,
dark hairhe seemed more keenly observant and decidedly more sensitive than most of the
othersappeared indeed to resent and even to suffer from the position in which he found himself.
Plainly pagan rather than religious, life interested him, although as yet he was not fully aware of this.
All that could be truly said of him now was that there was no definite appeal in all this for him. He
was too young, his mind much too responsive to phases of beauty and pleasure which had little, if
anything, to do with the remote and cloudy romance which swayed the minds of his mother and father.
Indeed the home life of which this boy found himself a part and the various contacts, material and
psychic, which thus far had been his, did not tend to convince him of the reality and force of all that
his mother and father seemed so certainly to believe and say. Rather, they seemed more or less
troubled in their lives, at least materially. His father was always reading the Bible and speaking in
meeting at different places, especially in the “mission,” which he and his mother conducted not so far
from this corner. At the same time, as he understood it, they collected money from various interested
or charitably inclined business men here and there who appeared to believe in such philanthropic
work. Yet the family was always “hard up,” never very well clothed, and deprived of many comforts
and pleasures which seemed common enough to others. And his father and mother were constantly
proclaiming the love and mercy and care of God for him and for all. Plainly there was something
wrong somewhere. He could not get it all straight, but still he could not help respecting his mother, a
woman whose force and earnestness, as well as her sweetness, appealed to him. Despite much
mission work and family cares, she managed to be fairly cheerful, or at least sustaining, often
declaring most emphatically “God will provide” or “God will show the way,” especially in times of
too great stress about food or clothes. Yet apparently, in spite of this, as he and all the other children
could see, God did not show any very clear way, even though there was always an extreme necessity
for His favorable intervention in their affairs.
Tonight, walking up the great street with his sisters and brother, he wished that they need not do this
any more, or at least that he need not be a part of it. Other boys did not do such things, and besides,
somehow it seemed shabby and even degrading. On more than one occasion, before he had been taken
on the street in this fashion, other boys had called to him and made fun of his father, because he was
always publicly emphasizing his religious beliefs or convictions. Thus in one neighborhood in which
they had lived, when he was but a child of seven, his father, having always preluded every
conversation with “Praise the Lord,” he heard boys call “Here comes old Praise-the-Lord Griffiths.”
Or they would call out after him “Hey, you’re the fellow whose sister plays the organ. Is there
anything else she can play?”
“What does he always want to go around saying, ‘Praise the Lord’ for? Other people don’t do it.”
It was that old mass yearning for a likeness in all things that troubled them, and him. Neither his father
nor his mother was like other people, because they were always making so much of religion, and now
at last they were making a business of it.
On this night in this great street with its cars and crowds and tall buildings, he felt ashamed, dragged
out of normal life, to be made a show and jest of. The handsome automobiles that sped by, the
loitering pedestrians moving off to what interests and comforts he could only surmise; the gay pairs of
young people, laughing and jesting and the “kids” staring, all troubled him with a sense of something
different, better, more beautiful than his, or rather their life.
And now units of this vagrom and unstable street throng, which was forever shifting and changing
about them, seemed to sense the psychologic error of all this in so far as these children were
concerned, for they would nudge one another, the more sophisticated and indifferent lifting an
eyebrow and smiling contemptuously, the more sympathetic or experienced commenting on the
useless presence of these children.
“I see these people around here nearly every night now two or three times a week, anyhow,” this from
a young clerk who had just met his girl and was escorting her toward ‘a restaurant. “They’re just
working some religious dodge or other, I guess.”
“That oldest boy don’t wanta be here. He feels outa place, I can see that. It ain’t right to make a kid
like that come out unless he wants to. He can’t understand all this stuff, anyhow.” This from an idler
and loafer of about forty, one of those odd hangers-on about the commercial heart of a city,
addressing a pausing and seemingly amiable stranger.
“Yeh, I guess that’s so,” the other assented, taking in the peculiar cast of the boy’s head and face. In
view of the uneasy and self-conscious expression upon the face whenever it was lifted, one might
have intelligently suggested that it was a little unkind as well as idle to thus publicly force upon a
temperament as yet unfitted to absorb their import, religious and psychic services best suited to
reflective temperaments of maturer years.
Yet so it was.
As for the remainder of the family, both the youngest girl and boy were too small to really understand
much of what it was all about or to care. The eldest girl at the organ appeared not so much to mind, as
to enjoy the attention and comment her presence and singing evoked, for more than once, not only
strangers, but her mother and father, had assured her that she had an appealing and compelling voice,
which was only partially true. It was not a good voice. They did not really understand music.
Physically, she was of a pale, emasculate and unimportant structure, with no real mental force or
depth, and was easily made to feel that this was an excellent field in which to distinguish herself and
attract a little attention. As’ for the parents, they were determined upon spiritualizing the world as
much as possible, and, once the hymn was concluded, the father launched into one of those hackneyed
descriptions of the delights of a release, via self-realization of the mercy of God and the love of
Christ and the will of God toward sinners, from the burdensome cares of an evil conscience.
“All men are sinners in the light of the Lord,” he declared. “Unless they repent, unless they accept
Christ, His love and forgiveness of them, they can never know the happiness of being spiritually
whole and clean. Oh, my friends! If you could but know the peace and content that comes with the
knowledge, the inward understanding, that Christ lived and died for you and that He walks with you
every day and hour, by light and by dark, at dawn and at dusk, to keep and strengthen you for the tasks
and cares of the world that are ever before you. Oh, the snares and pitfalls that beset us all! And then
the soothing realization that Christ is ever with us, to counsel, to aid, to hearten, to bind up our
wounds and make us whole! Oh, the peace, the satisfaction, the comfort, the glory of that!”
“Amen!” asseverated his wife, and the daughter, Hester, or Esta, as she was called by the family,
moved by the need of as much public support as possible for all of them echoed it after her.
Clyde, the eldest boy, and the two younger children merely gazed at the ground, or occasionally at
their father, with a feeling that possibly it was all true and important, yet somehow not as significant
or inviting as some of the other things which life held. They heard so much of this, and to their young
and eager minds life was made for something more than street and mission hall protestations of this
sort.
Finally, after a second hymn and an address by Mrs. Griffiths, during which she took occasion to refer
to the mission work jointly conducted by them in a near-by street, and their services to the cause of
Christ in general, a third hymn was indulged in, and then some tracts describing the mission rescue
work being distributed, such voluntary gifts as were forthcoming were taken up by Asathe father. The
small organ was closed, the camp chair folded up and given to Clyde, the Bible and hymn books
picked up by Mrs. Griffiths, and with the organ supported by a leather strap passed over the shoulder
of Griffiths, senior, the missionward march was taken up.
During all this time Clyde was saying to himself that he did not wish to do this any more, that he and
his parents looked foolish and less than normal“cheap” was the word he would have used if he could
have brought himself to express his full measure of resentment at being compelled to participate in
this wayand that he would not do it any more if he could help. What good did it do them to have him
along? His life should not be like this. Other boys did not have to do as he did. He meditated now
more determinedly than ever a rebellion by which he would rid himself of the need of going out in
this way. Let his elder sister go if she chose; she liked it. His younger sister and brother might be too
young to care. But he
“They seemed a little more attentive than usual tonight, I thought,” commented Griffiths to his wife as
they walked along, the seductive quality of the summer evening air softening him into a more generous
interpretation of the customary indifferent spirit of the passer-by.
“Yes; twenty-seven took tracts tonight as against eighteen on Thursday.”
“The love of Christ must eventually prevail,” comforted the father, as much to hearten himself as his
wife. “The pleasures and cares of the world hold a very great many, but when sorrow overtakes them,
then some of these seeds will take root.”
“I am sure of it. That is the thought which always keeps me up. Sorrow and the weight of sin
eventually bring some of them to see the error of their way.”
They now entered into the narrow side street from which they had emerged and walking as many as a
dozen doors from the corner, entered the door of a yellow single-story wooden building, the large
window and the two glass panes in the central door of which had been painted a gray-white. Across
both windows and the smaller panels in the double door had been painted: “The Door of Hope.
Bethel Independent Mission. Meetings Every Wednesday and Saturday night, 8 to 10. Sundays at 11,
3 and 8. Everybody Welcome.” Under this legend on each window were printed the words: “God is
Love,” and below this again, in smaller type: “How Long Since You Wrote to Mother?”
The small company entered the yellow unprepossessing door and disappeared.
Chapter 2
THAT such a family, thus cursorily presented, might have a different and somewhat peculiar history
could well be anticipated, and it would be true. Indeed, this one presented one of those anomalies of
psychic and social reflex and motivation such as would tax the skill of not only the psychologist but
the chemist and physicist as well, to unravel. To begin with,’ Asa Griffiths, the father, was one of
those poorly integrated and correlated organisms, the product of an environment and a religious
theory, but with no guiding or mental insight of his own, yet sensitive and therefore highly emotional
and without any practical sense whatsoever. Indeed it would be hard to make clear just how life
appealed to him, or what the true hue of his emotional responses was. On the other hand, as has been
indicated, his wife was of a firmer texture but with scarcely any truer or more practical insight into
anything.
The history of this man and his wife is of no particular interest here save as it affected their boy of
twelve, Clyde Griffiths. This youth, aside from a certain emotionalism and exotic sense of romance
which characterized him, and which he took more from his father than from his mother, brought a
more vivid and intelligent imagination to things, and was constantly thinking of how he might better
himself, if he had a chance; places to which he might go, things he might see, and how differently he
might live, if only this, that and the other things were true. The principal thing that troubled Clyde up
to his fifteenth year, and for long after in retrospect, was that the calling or profession of his parents
was the shabby thing that it appeared to be in the eyes of others. For so often throughout his youth in
different cities in which his parents had conducted a mission or spoken on the streetsGrand Rapids,
Detroit, Milwaukee, Chicago, lastly Kansas Cityit had been obvious that people, at least the boys and
girls he encountered, looked down upon him and his brothers and sisters for being the children of
such parents. On several occasions, and much against the mood of his parents, who never
countenanced such exhibitions of temper, he had stopped to fight with one or another of these boys.
But always, beaten or victorious, he had been conscious of the fact that the work his parents did was
not satisfactory to others,shabby, trivial. And always he was thinking of what he would do, once he
reached the place where he could get away.
For Clyde’s parents had proved impractical in the matter of the future of their children. They did not
understand the importance or the essential necessity for some form of practical or professional
training for each and every one of their young ones. Instead, being wrapped up in the notion of
evangelizing the world, they had neglected to keep their children in school in any one place. They had
moved here and there, sometimes in the very midst of an advantageous school season, because of a
larger and better religious field in which to work. And there were times, when, the work proving
highly unprofitable and Asa being unable to make much money at the two things he most
understoodgardening and canvassing for one invention or anotherthey were quite without sufficient
food or decent clothes, and the children could not go to school. In the face of such situations as these,
whatever the children might think, Asa and his wife remained as optimistic as ever, or they insisted to
themselves that they were, and had unwavering faith an the Lord and His intention to provide.
The combination home and mission which this family occupied was dreary enough hi most of its
phases to discourage the average youth or girl of any spirit. It consisted hi its entirety of one long
store floor hi an old and decidedly colorless and inartistic wooden building which was situated in
that part of Kansas City which lies north of Independence Boulevard and west of Troost Avenue, the
exact street or place being called Bickel, a very short thoroughfare opening off Missouri Avenue, a
somewhat more lengthy but no less nondescript highway. And the entire neighborhood in which it
stood was very faintly and yet not agreeably redolent of a commercial life which had long since
moved farther south, if not west. It was some five blocks from the spot on which twice a week the
open air meetings of these religious enthusiasts and proselytizers were held.
And it was the ground floor of this building, looking out into Bickel Street at the front and some
dreary back yards of equally dreary frame houses, which was divided at the front into a hall forty by
twenty-five feet hi size, in which had been placed some sixty collapsible wood chairs, a lectern, a
map of Palestine or the Holy Land, and for wall decorations some twenty-five printed but unframed
mottoes which read in part:
“WlNE IS A MOCKER, STRONG DRINK IS RAGING AND WHOSOEVER IS DECEIVED
THEREBY IS NOT WISE.”
‘TAKE HOLD OF SHIELD AND BUCKLER, AND STAND UP FOR MINE HELP.” PSALMS 35:2.
“AND YE, MY FLOCK, THE FLOCK OF MY PASTURE, are men, AND I AM YOUR GOD,
SAITH THE LORD GOD.” EZEKIEL 34:31.
“O GOD, THOU KNOWEST MY FOOLISHNESS, AND MY SINS ARE NOT HID FROM THEE.”
PSALMS 69:5.”
“IF YE HAVE FAITH AS A GRAIN OF MUSTARD SEED, YE SHALL SAY UNTO THIS
MOUNTAIN, REMOVE HENCE TO YONDER PLACE; AND IT SHALL MOVE; AND NOTHING
SHALL BE IMPOSSIBLE TO YOU.” MATTHEW 17:20.
“FOR THE DAY OF THE LORD IS NEAR.” OflADIAH 15.
“FOR THERE SHALL BE NO REWARD TO THE EVIL MAN.” PROVERBS 24:20.
“LOOK, THEN, NOT UPON THE WINE WHEN IT IS RED: IT BITETH LIKE A SERPENT, AND
STINOETH LIKE AN ADDER.” PROVERBS 23:31, 32.
These mighty adjurations were as silver and gold plates set in a wall of dross.
The rear forty feet of this very commonplace floor was intricately and yet neatly divided into three
small bedrooms, a living room which overlooked the backyard and wooden fences of yards no better
than those at the back; also, a combination kitchen and dining room exactly ten feet square, and a store
room for mission tracts, hymnals, boxes, trunks and whatever else of non-immediate use, but of
assumed value, which the family owned. This particular small room lay immediately to the rear of the
mission hall itself, and into it before or after speaking or at such times as a conference seemed
important, both Mr. and Mrs. Griffiths were wont to retirealso at times to meditate or pray.
How often had Clyde and his sisters and younger brother seen his mother or father, or both, in
conference with some derelict or semi-repentant soul who had come for advice or aid, most usually
for aid. And here at times, when his mother’s and father’s financial difficulties were greatest, they
were to be found thinking, or as Asa Griffiths was wont helplessly to say at times, “praying their way
out,” a rather ineffectual way, as Clyde began to think later.
And the whole neighborhood was so dreary and run-down that he hated the thought of living in it, let
alone being part of a work that required constant appeals for aid, as well as constant prayer and
thanksgiving to sustain it.
Mrs. Elvira Griffiths before she had married Asa had been nothing but an ignorant farm girl, brought
up without much thought of religion of any kind. But having fallen in love with him, she had become
inoculated with the virus of Evangelism and proselytizing which dominated him, and had followed
him gladly and enthusiastically in all of his ventures and through all of his vagaries. Being rather
flattered by the knowledge that she could speak and sing, her ability to sway and persuade and control
people with the “word of God,” as she saw it, she had become more or less pleased with herself on
this account and so persuaded to continue.
Occasionally a small band of people followed the preachers to their mission, or learning of its
existence through their street work, appeared there laterthose odd and mentally disturbed or distrait
souls who are to be found in every place. And it had been Clyde’s compulsory duty throughout the
years when he could not act for himself to be in attendance at these various meetings. And always he
had been more irritated than favorably influenced by the types of men and women who came
heremostly mendown-and-out laborers, loafers, drunkards, wastrels, the botched and helpless who
seemed to drift in, because they had no other place to go. And they were always testifying as to how
God or Christ or Divine Grace had rescued them from this or that predicament never how they had
rescued any one else. And always his father and mother were saying “Amen” and “Glory to God,”
and singing hymns and afterward taking up a collection for the legitimate expenses of the
hallcollections which, as he surmised, were little enoughbarely enough to keep the various missions
they had conducted in existence.
The one thing that really interested him in connection with his parents was the existence somewhere
in the eastin a small city called Lycurgus, near Utica he understoodof an uncle, a brother of his
father’s, who was plainly different from all this. That uncleSamuel Griffiths by namewas rich. In one
way and another, from casual remarks dropped by his parents, Clyde had heard references to certain
things this particular uncle might do for a person, if he but would; references to the fact that he was a
shrewd, hard business man; that he had a great house and a large factory in Lycurgus for the
manufacture of collars and shirts, which employed not less than three hundred people; that he had a
son who must be about Clyde’s age, and several daughters, two at least, all of whom must be, as
Clyde imagined, living in luxury in Lycurgus. News of all this had apparently been brought west in
some way by people who knew Asa and his father and brother. As Clyde pictured this uncle, he must
be a kind of Croesus, living in ease and luxury there in the east, while here in the westKansas Cityhe
and his parents and his brother and sisters were living in the same wretched and humdrum, hand-tomouth state that had always characterized their lives.
But for thisapart from anything he might do for himself, as he early began to seethere was no remedy.
For at fifteen, and even a little earlier, Clyde began to understand that his education, as well as his
sisters’ and brother’s, had been sadly neglected. And it would be rather hard for him to overcome this
handicap, seeing that other boys and girls with more money and better homes were being trained for
special kinds of work. How was one to get a start under such circumstances? Already when, at the
age of thirteen, fourteen and fifteen, he began looking in the papers, which, being too worldly, had
never been admitted to his home, he found that mostly skilled help was wanted, or boys to learn
trades in which at the moment he was not very much interested. For true to the standard of the
American youth, or the general American attitude toward life, he felt himself above the type of labor
which was purely manual. What! Run a machine, lay bricks, learn to be a carpenter, or a plasterer, or
plumber, when boys no better than himself were clerks and druggists’ assistants and bookkeepers and
assistants in banks and real estate offices and such! Wasn’t it menial, as miserable as the life he had
thus far been leading, to wear old clothes and get up so early in the morning and do all the
commonplace things such people had to do?
For Clyde was as vain and proud as he was poor. He was one of those interesting individuals who
looked upon himself as a thing apartnever quite wholly and indissolubly merged with the family of
which he was a member, and never with any profound obligations to those who had been responsible
for his coming into the world. On the contrary, he was inclined to study his parents, not too sharply or
bitterly, but with a very fair grasp of their qualities and capabilities. And yet, with so much judgment
in that direction, he was never quite ableat least not until he had reached his sixteenth yearto
formulate any policy hi regard to himself, and then only in a rather fumbling and tentative way.
Incidentally by that tune the sex lure or appeal had begun to manifest itself .and he was already
intensely interested and troubled by the beauty of the opposite sex, its attractions for him and his
attraction for it. And, naturally and coincidental-ly, the matter of his clothes and his physical
appearance had begun to trouble him not a littlehow he looked and how other boys looked. It was
painful to him now to think that his clothes were not right; that he was not as handsome as he might be,
not as interesting. What a wretched thing it was to be born poor and not to have any one to do anything
for you and not to be able to do so very much for yourself!
Casual examination of himself in mirrors whenever he found them tended rather to assure him that he
was not so bad-lookinga straight, well-cut nose, high white forehead, wavy, glossy, black hair, eyes
that were black and rather melancholy at times. And yet the fact that his family was the unhappy thing
that it was, that he had never had any real friends, and could not have any, as he saw it, because of the
work and connection of his parents, was now tending more and more to induce a kind of mental
depression or melancholia which promised not so well for his future. It served to make him
rebellious and hence lethargic at times. Because of his parents, and hi spite of his looks, which were
really agreeable and more appealing than most, he was inclined to misinterpret the interested looks
which were cast at him occasionally by young girls in very different walks of life from himthe
contemptuous and yet rather inviting way in which they looked to see if he were interested or
disinterested, brave or cowardly.
And yet, before he had ever earned any money at all, he had always told himself that if only he had a
better collar, a nicer shirt, finer shoes, a good suit, a swell overcoat like some boys had! Oh, the fine
clothes, the handsome homes, the watches, rings, pins that some boys sported; the/dandies many
youths of his years already were! Some parents of boys of his years actually gave them cars of their
own to ride in. They were to be seen upon the principal streets of Kansas City flitting to and fro like
flies. And pretty girls with them. And he had nothing. And he never had had.
And yet the world was so full of so many things to do so many people were so happy and so
successful. What was he to do? Which way to turn? What one thing to take up and mastersomething
that would get him somewhere. He could not say. He did not know exactly. And these peculiar
parents were in no way sufficiently equipped to advise him.
Chapter 3
ONE of the things that served to darken Clyde’s mood just about the time when he was seeking some
practical solution for himself, to say nothing of its profoundly disheartening effect on the Griffiths
family as a whole, was the fact that his sister Esta, in whom he took no little interest (although they
really had very little in common), ran away from home with an actor who happened to be playing in
Kansas City and who took a passing fancy for her.
The truth in regard to Esta was that in spite of her guarded upbringing, and the seeming religious and
moral .fervor which at times appeared to characterize her, she was just a sensuous, weak girl who did
not by any means know yet what she thought. Despite the atmosphere in which she moved, essentially
she was not of it. Like the large majority of those who profess and daily repeat the dogmas and creeds
of the world, she had come into her practices and imagined attitude so insensibly from her earliest
childhood on, that up to this time, and even later, she did not know the meaning of it all. For the
necessity of thought had been obviated by advice and law, or “revealed” truth, and so long as other
theories or situations and impulses of an external or even internal, character did not arise to clash
with these, she was safe enough. Once they did, however, it was a foregone conclusion that her
religious notions, not being grounded on any conviction or temperamental bias of her own, were not
likely to withstand the shock. So that all the while, and not unlike her brother Clyde, her thoughts as
well as her emotions were wandering here and thereto love, to comfortto things which in the main had
little, if anything, to do with any self-abnegating and self-immolating religious theory. Within her was
a chemism of dreams which somehow counteracted all they had to say.
Yet she had neither Clyde’s force, nor, on the other hand, his resistance. She was in the main a drifter,
with a vague yearning toward pretty dresses, hats, shoes, ribbons and the like, and super-imposed
above this, the religious theory or notion that she should not be. There were the long bright streets of a
morning and afternoon after school or of an evening. The charm of certain girls swinging along
together, arms locked, secrets a-whispering, or that of boys, clownish, yet revealing through their
bounding ridiculous animality the force and meaning of that chemistry and urge toward mating which
lies back of all youthful thought and action. And in herself, as from time to time she observed lovers
or flirtation-seekers who lingered at street corners or about doorways, and who looked at her in a
longing and seeking way, there was a stirring, a nerve plasm palpitation that spoke loudly for all the
seemingly material things of life, not for the thin pleasantries of heaven.
And the glances drilled her like an invisible ray, for she was pleasing to look at and was growing
more attractive hourly. And the moods in others awakened responsive moods in her, those rearranging
chemisms upon which all the morality or immorality of the world is based.
And then one day, as she was coming home from school, a youth of that plausible variety known as
“masher” engaged her in conversation, largely because of a look and a mood which seemed to invite
it. And there was little to stay her, for she was essentially yielding, if not amorous. Yet so great had
been her home drilling as to the need of modesty, circumspection, purity and the like, that on this
occasion at least there was no danger of any immediate lapse. Only this attack once made, others
followed, were accepted, or not so quickly fled from, and by degrees, these served to break down
that wall of reserve which her home training had served to erect. She became secretive and hid her
ways from her parents.
Youths occasionally walked and talked with her in spite of herself. They demolished that excessive
shyness which had been hers, and which had served to put others aside for a time at least. She wished
for other contactsdreamed of some bright, gay, wonderful love of some kind, with some one.
Finally, after a slow but vigorous internal growth of mood and desire, there came this actor, one of
those vain, handsome, animal personalities, all clothes and airs, but no morals (no taste, no courtesy
or real tenderness even), but of compelling magnetism, who was able within the space of one brief
week and a few meetings to completely befuddle and enmesh her so that she was really his to do with
as he wished. And the truth was that he scarcely cared for her at all. To him, dull as he was, she was
just another girlfairly pretty, obviously sensuous and inexperienced, a silly who could betaken by a
few soft wordsa show of seemingly sincere affection, talk of the opportunity of a broader, freer life
on the road, in other great cities, as his wife.
And yet his words were those of a lover who would be true forever. All she had to do, as he
explained to her, was to come away with him and be his bride, at oncenow. Delay was so vain when
two such as they had met. There was difficulty about marriage here, which he could not explainit
related to friendsbut in St. Louis he had a preacher friend who would wed them. She was to have new
and better clothes than she had ever known, delicious adventures, love. She would travel with him
and see the great world. She would never need to trouble more about anything save him; and while it
was truth to herthe verbal surety of a genuine passionto him it was the most ancient and serviceable
type of blarney, often used before and often successful.
In a single week then, at odd hours, morning, afternoon and night, this chemic witchery was
accomplished.
Coming home rather late one Saturday night in April from a walk which he had taken about the
business heart, in order to escape the regular Saturday night mission services, Clyde found his mother
and father worried about the whereabouts of Esta. She had played and sung as usual at this meeting.
And all had seemed all right with her. After the meeting she had gone to her room, saying that she was
not feeling very well and was going to bed early. But by eleven o’clock, when Clyde returned, her
mother had chanced to look into her room and discovered that she was not there nor anywhere about
the place. A certain bareness in connection with the roomsome trinkets and dresses removed, an old
and familiar suitcase gonehad first attracted her mother’s attention. Then the house search proving that
she was not there, Asa had gone outside to look up and down the street. She sometimes walked out
alone, or sat or stood in front of the mission during its idle or closed hours.
This search revealing nothing, Clyde and he had walked to a corner, then along Missouri Avenue. No
Esta. At twelve they returned and after that, naturally, the curiosity in regard to her grew momentarily
sharper.
At first they assumed that she might have taken an unexplained walk somewhere, but as twelve-thirty,
and finally one, and one-thirty, passed, and no Esta, they were about to notify the police, when Clyde,
going into her room, saw a note pinned to the pillow of her small wooden beda missive that had
escaped the eye of his mother. At once he went to it, curious and comprehending, for he had often
wondered in what way, assuming that he ever wished to depart surreptitiously, he would notify his
parents, for he knew they would never countenance his departure unless they Were permitted to
supervise it in every detail. And now here was Esta missing, and here was undoubtedly some such
communication as he might have left. He picked it up, eager to read it, but at that moment his mother
came into the room and, seeing it in his hand, exclaimed: “What’s that? A note? Is it from her?” He
surrendered it and she unfolded it, reading it quickly. He noted that her strong broad face, always
tanned a reddish brown, blanched as she turned away toward the outer room. Her biggish mouth was
now set in a firm, straight line. Her large, strong hand shook the least bit as it held the small note
aloft.
“Asa!” she called, and then tramping into the next room where he was, his frizzled grayish hair
curling distractedly above his round head, she said: “Read this.”
Clyde, who had followed, saw him take it a little nervously in his pudgy hands, his lips, always weak
and beginning to crinkle at the center with age, now working curiously. Any one who had known his
life’s history would have said it was the expression, slightly emphasized, with which he had received
most of the untoward blows of his life in the past.
“Tst! Tst! Tst!” was the only sound he made at first, a sucking sound of the tongue and palatemost
weak and inadequate, it seemed to Clyde. Next there was another “Tst! Tst! Tst!”, his head beginning
to shake from side to side. Then, “Now, what do you suppose could have caused her to do that?”
Then he turned and gazed at his wife, who gazed blankly in return. Then, walking to and fro, his hands
behind him, his short legs taking unconscious and queerly long steps, his head moving again, he gave
vent to another ineffectual “Tst! Tst! Tst!”
Always the more impressive, Mrs. Griffiths now showed herself markedly different and more vital in
this trying situation, a kind of irritation or dissatisfaction with life itself, along with an obvious
physical distress, seeming to pass through her like a visible shadow. Once her husband had gotten up,
she reached out and took the note, then merely glared at it again, her face set in hard yet stricken and
disturbing lines. Her manner was that of one who is intensely disquieted and dissatisfied, one who
fingers savagely at a material knot and yet cannot undo it, one who seeks restraint and freedom from
complaint and yet who would complain bitterly, angrily. For behind her were all those years of
religious work and faith, which somehow,, in her poorly integrated conscience, seemed dimly to
indicate that she should justly have been spared this. Where was* her God, her Christ, at this hour
when this obvious evil was being done? Why had He not acted for her? How was He to explain this?
His Biblical promises! His perpetual guidance! His declared mercies!
In the face of so great a calamity, it was very hard for her, as Clyde could see, to get this straightened
out, instantly at least. Although, as Clyde had come to know, it could be done eventually, of course.
For in some blind, dualistic way both she and Asa insisted, as do all religionists, in disassociating
God from harm and error and misery, while granting Him nevertheless supreme control. They would
seek for something elsesome malign, treacherous, deceiving power which, in the face of God’s
omniscience a.nd omnipotence, still beguiles and betraysand find it eventually in the error and
perverseness of the human heart, which God has made, yet which He does not control, because He
does not want to control it.
At the moment, however, only hurt and rage were with her, and yet her lips did not twhch as did
Asa’s, nor did her eyes show that profound distress which filled his. Instead she retreated a step and
reexamined the letter, almost angrily, then said to Asa: “She’s run away with some one and she
doesn’t say:-” Then she stopped suddenly, remembering the presence of the childrenClyde, Julia, and
Frank, all present and all gazing curiously, intently, unbelievingly. “Come in here,” she called to her
husband, “I want to talk to you a minute. You children had better go on to bed. We’ll be out in a
minute.”
With Asa then she retired quite precipitately to a small room back of the mission hall. They heard her
click the electric bulb. Then their voices were heard in low converse, while Clyde and Julia and
Frank looked at each Other, although Frank, being so youngonly tencould scarcely be said to have
comprehended fully. Even Julia hardly gathered the full import of it. But Clyde, because of his larger
contact with life and his mother’s statement (“She’s run away with some one”), understood well
enough. Esta had tired of all this, as had he. Perhaps there was some one, like one of those dandies
whom he saw on the streets with the prettiest girls, with whom she had gone. But where? And what
was he like? That note told something, and yet his mother had not let him see it. She had taken it away
too quickly. If only he had looked first, silently and to himself!
“Do you suppose she’s run away for good?” he asked Julia dubiously, the while his parents were out
of the room, Julia herself looking so blank and strange.
“How should I know?” she replied a little irritably, troubled by her parents’ distress and this
secretiveness, as well as Esta’s action. “She never said anything to me. I should think she’d be
ashamed of herself if she has.”
Julia, being colder emotionally than either Esta or Clyde, was more considerate of her parents in a
conventional way, and hence sorrier. True, she did not quite gather what it meant, but she suspected
something, for she had talked occasionally with girls, but in a very guarded and conservative way.
Now, however, it was more the way in which Esta had chosen to leave, deserting her parents and her
brothers and herself, that caused her to be angry with her, for why should she go and do anything
which would distress her parents in this dreadful fashion. It was dreadful. The air was thick with
misery.
And as his parents talked in their little room, Clyde brooded too, for he was intensely curious about
life now. What was it Esta had really done? Was H, as he feared and thought, one of those dreadful
runaway or sexually disagreeable affairs which the boys on the streets and at school were always
slyly talking about? How shameful, if that were true! She might never come back. She had gone with
some man. There was something wrong about that, no doubt, for a girl, anyhow, for all he had ever
heard was that all decent contacts between boys and girls, men and women, led to but one
thingmarriage. And now Esta, in addition to their other troubles, had gone and done this. Certainly
this home life of theirs was pretty dark now, and it would be darker instead of brighter because of
this.
Presently the parents came out, and then Mrs. Griffiths’ face, if still set and constrained, was
somehow a little different, less savage perhaps, more hopelessly resigned.
“Esta’s seen fit to leave us, for a little while, anyhow,” was all she said at first, seeing the children
waiting curiously. “Now, you’re not to worry about her at all, or think any more about it. She’ll come
back after a while, I’m sure. She has chosen to go her own way, for a time, for some reason. The
Lord’s will be done.” (“Blessed be the name of the Lord!” interpolated Asa.) “I thought she was
happy here with us, but apparently she wasn’t. She must see something of the world for herself, I
suppose.” (Here Asa put in another Tst! Tst! Tst!) “But we mustn’t harbor hard thoughts. That won’t
do any good nowonly thoughts of love and kindness.” Yet she said this with a kind of sternness that
somehow belied ita click of the voice, as it were. “We can only hope that she will soon see how
foolish she has been, and unthinking, and come back. She can’t prosper on the course she’s going
now. It isn’t the Lord’s way or will. She’s too young and she’s made a mistake. But we can forgive
her. We must. Our hearts must be kept open, soft and tender.” She talked as though she were
addressing a meeting, but with a hard, sad, frozen face and voice. “Now, all of you go to bed. We can
only pray now, and hope, morning, noon and night, that no evil will befall her. I wish she hadn’t done
that,” she added, quite out of keeping with the rest of her statement and really not thinking of the
children as present at alljust of Esta.
But Asa!
Such a father, as Clyde often thought, afterwards.
Apart from his own misery, he seemed only to note and be impressed by the more significant misery
of his wife. During all this, he had stood foolishly to one sideshort, gray, frizzled, inadequate.
“Well, blessed be the name of the Lord,” he interpolated from time to time. “We must keep our hearts
open. Yes, we mustn’t judge. We must only hope for the best. Yes, yes! Praise the Lordwe must
praise the Lord! Amen! Oh, yes! Tst! Tst! Tst!”
“If any one asks where she is,” continued Mrs. Griffiths after a time, quite ignoring her spouse and
addressing the children, who had drawn near her, “we will say that she has gone on a visit to some of
my relatives back in Tonawanda. That won’t be the truth, exactly, but then we don’t know where she
is or what the truth isand she may come back. So we must not say or do anything that will injure her
until we know.”
“Yes, praise the Lord!” called Asa, feebly.
“So if any one should inquire at any time, until we know, we will say that.”
“Sure,” put in Clyde, helpfully, and Julia added, “All right.”
Mrs. Griffiths paused and looked firmly and yet apologetically at her children. Asa, for his part,
emitted another “Tst! Tst! Tst!” and then the children were waved to bed.
At that, Clyde, who really wanted to know what Esta’s letter had said, but was convinced from long
experience that his mother would not let him know unless she chose, returned to his room again, for
he was tired. Why didn’t they search more if there was hope of finding her? Where was she nowat
this minute? On some train somewhere? Evidently she didn’t want to be found. She was probably
dissatisfied, just as he was. Here he was, thinking so recently of going away somewhere himself,
wondering how the family would take it, and now she had gone before him. How would that affect his
point of view and action in the future? Truly, in spite of his father’s and mother’s misery, he could not
see that her going was such a calamity, not from the going point of view, at any rate. It was only
another something which hinted that things were not right here. Mission work was nothing. All this
religious emotion and talk was not so much either. It hadn’t saved Esta. Evidently, like himself, she
didn’t believe so much in it, either.
Chapter 4
THE effect of this particular conclusion was to cause Clyde to think harder than ever about himself.
And the principal result of his thinking was that he must do something for himself and soon. Up to this
time the best he had been able to do was to work at such odd jobs as befall all boys between their
twelfth and fifteenth years: assisting a man who had a paper route during the summer months of one
year, working in the basement of a five-and-tencent store all one summer long, and on Saturdays, for a
period during the winter, opening boxes and unpacking goods, for which he received the munificent
sum of five dollars a week, a sum which at the time seemed almost a fortune. He felt himself rich and,
in the face of the opposition of his parents, who were opposed to the theater and motion pictures also,
as being not only worldly, but sinful, he could occasionally go to one or another of thosein the
gallerya form of diversion which he had to conceal from his parents. Yet that did not deter him. He
felt that he had a right to go with his own money; also to take his younger brother Frank, who was
glad enough to go with him and say nothing.
Later in the same year, wishing to get out of school because he already felt himself very much belated
in the race, he secured a place as an assistant to a soda water clerk in one of the cheaper drug stores
of the city, which adjoined a theater and enjoyed not a little patronage of this sort. A sign“Boy
Wanted”since it was directly on his way to school, first interested him. Later, in conversation with
the young man whose assistant he was to be, and from whom ‘he was to learn the trade, assuming that
he was sufficiently willing and facile, he gathered that if he mastered this art, he might make as much
as fifteen and even eighteen dollars a week. It was rumored that Stroud’s at the corner of 14th and
Baltimore streets paid that much to two of their clerks. The particular store to which he was applying
paid only twelve, the standard salary of most places.
But to acquire this art, as he was now informed, required time and the friendly help of an expert. If he
wished to come here and work for five to begin withwell, six, then, since his face fellhe might soon
expect to know a great deal about the art of mixing sweet drinks and decorating a large variety of ice
creams with liquid sweets, thus turning them into sundaes. For the time being apprenticeship meant
washing and polishing all the machinery and implements of this particular counter, to say nothing of
opening and sweeping out the store at so early an hour as seven-thirty, dusting, and delivering such
orders as the owner of this drug store chose to send out by him. At such idle moments as his
immediate superiora Mr. Sieberlingtwenty, dashing, self-confident, talkative, was too busy to fill all
the orders, he might be called upon to mix such minor drinkslemonades, Coca-Colas and the likeas
the trade demanded.
Yet this interesting position, after due consultation with his mother, he decided to take. For one thing,
it would provide him, as he suspected, with all the icecream sodas he desired, freean advantage not
to be disregarded. In the next place, as he saw it at the time, it was an open door to a trade something
which he lacked. Further, and not at all dis-advantageously as he saw it, this store required his
presence at night as late as twelve o’clock, with certain hours off during the day to compensate for
this. And this took him out of his home at nightout of the ten-o’clock-boy class at last. They could not
ask him to attend any meetings save on Sunday, and not even then, since he was supposed to work
Sunday afternoons and evenings.
Next, the clerk who manipulated this particular soda fountain, quite regularly received passes from
the manager of the theater next door, and into the lobby of which one door to the drug store gavea
most fascinating connection to Clyde. It seemed so interesting to be working for a drug store thus
intimately connected with a theater.
And best of all, as Clyde now found to his pleasure, and yet despair at times, the place was visited,
just before and after the show on matinee days, by bevies of girls, single and en suite, who sat at the
counter and giggled and chattered and gave their hair and their complexions last perfecting touches
before the mirror. And Clyde, callow and inexperienced in the ways of the world, and those of the
opposite sex, was never weary of observing the beauty, the daring, the self-sufficiency and the
sweetness of these, as he saw them. For the first time in his life, while he busied himself with
washing glasses, filling the icecream and syrup containers, arranging the lemons and oranges in the
trays, he had an almost uninterrupted opportunity of studying these girls at close range. The wonder of
them! For the most part, they were so well-dressed and smart-lookingthe rings, pins, furs, delightful
hats, pretty shoes they wore. And so often he overheard them discussing such interesting thingsparties,
dances, dinners, the shows they had seen, the places in or near Kansas City to which they were soon
going, the difference between the styles of this year and last, the fascination of certain actors and
actressesprincipally actorswho were now playing or soon coming to the city. And to this day, in his
own home he had heard nothing of all this.
And very often one or another of these young beauties was accompanied by some male in evening
suit, dress shirt, high hat, bow tie, white kid gloves and patent leather shoes, a costume which at that
time Clyde felt to be the last word in all true distinction, beauty, gallantry and bliss. To be able to
wear such a suit with such ease and air! To be able to talk to a girl after the manner and with the sangfroid of some of these gallants! What a true measure of achievement! No good-looking girl, as it then
appeared to him, would have anything to do with him if he did not possess this standard of equipment.
It was plainly necessarythe thing. And once he did attain itwas able to wear such clothes as these
well, then was he not well set upon the path that leads to all the blisses? All the joys of life would
then most certainly be spread before him. The friendly smiles! The secret handclasps, maybean arm
about the waist of some one or another a kissa promise of marriageand then, and then!
And all this as a revealing flash after all the years of walking through the streets with his father and
mother to public prayer meeting, the sitting in chapel and listening to queer and nondescript
individualsdepressing and disconcerting peopletelling how Christ had saved them and what God had
done for them. You bet he would get out of that now. He would work and save his money and be
somebody. Decidedly this simple and yet idyllic compound of the commonplace had all the luster and
wonder of a spiritual transfiguration, the true mirage, of the lost and thirsting and seeking victim of the
desert.
However, the trouble with this particular position, as time speedily proved, was that much as it might
teach him of mixing drinks and how to eventually earn twelve dollars a week, it was no immediate
solvent for the yearnings and ambitions that were already gnawing at his vitals. For Albert Sieberling,
his immediate superior, was determined to keep as much of his knowledge, as well as the most
pleasant parts of the tasks, to himself. And further he was quite at one with the druggist for whom they
worked in thinking that Clyde, in addition to assisting him about the fountain, should run such errands
as the druggist desired, which kept Clyde industriously employed for nearly all the hours he was on
duty.
Consequently there was no immediate result to all this. Clyde could see no way to dressing better than
he did. Worse, he was haunted by the fact that he had very little money and very few contacts and
connectionsso few that, outside his own home, he was lonely and not so very much less than lonely
there. The flight of Esta had thrown a chill over the religious work there, and because, as yet, she had
not returnedthe family, as he now heard, was thinking of breaking up here and moving, for want of a
better idea, to Denver, Colorado. But Clyde, by now, was convinced that he did not wish to
accompany them. What was the good of it, he asked himself? There would be just another mission
there, the same as this one.
He had always lived at homein the rooms at the rear of the mission in Bickel Street, but he hated it.
And since his eleventh year, during all of which time his family had been residing in Kansas City, he
had been ashamed to bring boy friends to or near it. For that reason he had always avoided boy
friends, and had walked and played very much alone or with his brother and sisters.
But now that he was sixteen and old enough to make his own way, he ought to be getting out of this.
And yet he was earning almost nothingnot enough to live on, if he were aloneand he had not as yet
developed sufficient skill or, courage to get anything better.
Nevertheless when his parents began to talk of moving to Denver, and suggested that he might secure
work out there, never assuming for a moment that he would not want to go, he began to throw out hints
to the effect that it might be better if he did not. He liked Kansas City. What was the use of changing?
He had a job now and he might get something better. But his parents, bethinking themselves of Esta
and the fate that had overtaken her, were not a little dubious as to the outcome of such early
adventuring on his part alone. Once they were away, where would he live? With whom? What sort of
influence would enter his life, who would be at hand to aid and council and guide him in the straight
and narrow path, as they had done? It was something to think about.
But spurred by this imminence of Denver, which now daily seemed to be drawing nearer, and the fact
that not long after this Mr. Sieberling, owing to his too obvious gallantries in connection with the fair
sex, lost his place in the drug store, and Clyde came by a new and bony and chill superior who did
not seem to want him as an assistant, he decided to quitnot at once, but rather to see, on such errands
as took him out of the store, if he could not find something else. Incidentally in so doing, looking here
and there, he one day thought he would speak to the manager of the fountain which was connected
with the leading drug store in the principal hotel of the citythe latter a great twelve-story affair, which
represented, as he saw it, the quintessence of luxury and ease. Its windows were always so heavily
curtained; the main entrance (he had never ventured to look beyond that) was a splendiferous
combination of a glass and iron awning, coupled with a marble corridor lined with palms. Often he
had passed here, wondering with boyish curiosity what the nature of the life of such a place might be.
Before its doors, so many taxis and automobiles were always in waiting.
To-day, being driven by the necessity of doing something for himself, he entered the drug store which
occupied the principal corner, facing 14th Street at Baltimore, and finding a girl cashier in a small
glass cage near the door, asked of her who was in charge of the soda fountain. Interested by his
tentative and uncertain manner, as well as his deep and rather appealing eyes, and instinctively
judging that he was looking for something to do, she observed: “Why, Mr. Secor, there, the manager
of the store.” She nodded in the direction of a short, meticulously dressed man of about thirty-five,
who was arranging an especial display of toilet novelties on the top of a glass case. Clyde
approached him, and being still very dubious as to how one went about getting anything in life, and
finding him engrossed in what he was doing, stood first on one foot and then on the other, until at last,
sensing some one was hovering about for something, the man turned: “Well?” he queried.
“You don’t happen to need a soda fountain helper, do you?” Clyde cast at him a glance that said as
plain as anything could, “If you have any such place, I wish you would please give it to me. I need it.”
“No, no, no,” replied this individual, who was blond and vigorous and by nature a little irritable and
contentious. He was about to turn away, but seeing a flicker of disappointment and depression pass
over Clyde’s face, he turned and added, “Ever work in a place like this before?”
“No place as fine as this. No, sir,” replied Clyde, rather fancifully moved by all that was about him.
“I’m working now down at Mr. Klinkle’s store at 7th and Brooklyn, but it isn’t anything like this one
and I’d like to get something better if I could.”
“Uh,” went on his interviewer, rather pleased by the innocent tribute to the superiority of his store.
“Well, that’s reasonable enough. But there isn’t anything here right now that I could offer you. We
don’t make many changes. But if you’d like to be a bellboy, I can tell you where you might get a
place. They’re looking for an extra boy in the hotel inside there right now. The captain of the boys
was telling me he was in need of one. I should think that would be as good as helping about a soda
fountain, any day.”
Then seeing Clyde’s face suddenly brighten, he added: “But you mustn’t say that I sent you, because I
don’t know you. Just ask for Mr. Squires inside there, under the stairs, and he can tell you all about
it.”
At the mere mention of work in connection with so imposing an institution as the Green-Davidson,
and the possibility of his getting it, Clyde first stared, felt himself tremble the least bit with
excitement, then thanking his advisor for his kindness, went direct to a green-marbled doorway which
opened from the rear of this drugstore into the lobby of the hotel. Once through it, be beheld a lobby,
the like of which, for all his years but because of the timorous poverty that had restrained him from
exploring such a world, was more arresting, quite, than anything he had seen before. It was all so
lavish. Under his feet was a checkered black-and-white marble floor. Above him a coppered and
stained and gilded ceiling. And supporting this, a veritable forest of black marble columns as highly
polished as the floorglassy smooth. And between the columns which ranged away toward three
separate entrances, one right, one left and one directly forward toward Dalrymple Avenuewere
lamps, statuary, rugs, palms, chairs, divans, tete-a-tŁtesa prodigal display. In short it was compact, of
all that gauche luxury of appointment which, as some one once sarcastically remarked, was intended
to supply “exclusiveness to the masses.” Indeed, for an essential hotel in a great and successful
American commercial city, it was almost too luxurious. Its rooms and hall and lobbies and restaurants
were entirely too richly furnished, without the saving grace of either simplicity or necessity.
As Clyde stood, gazing about the lobby, he saw a large company of peoplesome women and children,
but principally men as he could seeeither walking or standing about and talking or idling in the chairs,
side by side or alone. And in heavily draped and richly furnished alcoves where were writing-tables,
newspaper files, a telegraph office, a haberdasher’s shop, and a florist’s stand, were other groups.
There was a convention of dentists in the city, not a few of whom, with their wives and children,
were gathered here; but to Clyde, who was not aware of this nor of the methods and meanings of
conventions, this was the ordinary, everyday appearance of this hotel.
He gazed about in awe and amazement, then remembering the name of Squires, he began to look for
him in his office “under the stairs.” To his right was a grand double-winged black-and-white
staircase which swung in two separate flights and with wide, generous curves from the main floor to
the one above. And between these great flights was evidently the office of the hotel, for there were
many clerks there. But behind the nearest flight, and close to the wall through which he had come, was
a tall desk, at which stood a young man of about his own age in a maroon uniform bright with many
brass buttons. And on his head was a small, round, pill-box cap, which was cocked jauntily over one
ear. He was busy making entries with a lead pencil in a book which lay open before him. Various
other boys about his own age, and uniformed as he was, were seated upon a long bench near him, or
were to be seen darting here and there, sometimes, returning to this one with a slip of paper or a key
or note of some kind, and then seating themselves upon the bench to await another call apparently,
which seemed to come swiftly enough. A telephone upon the small desk at which stood the uniformed
youth was almost constantly buzzing, and after ascertaining what was wanted, this youth struck a
small bell before him, or called “front,” to which the first boy on the bench, responded. Once called,
they went hurrying up one or the other stairs or toward one of the several entrances or elevators, and
almost invariably were to be seen escorting individuals whose bags and suitcases and overcoats and
golf sticks they carried. There were others who disappeared and returned, carrying drinks on trays or
some package or other, which they were taking to one of the rooms above. Plainly this was the work
that he should be called upon to do, assuming that he would be so fortunate as to connect himself with
such an institution as this.
And it was all so brisk and enlivening that he wished that he might be so fortunate as to secure a
position here. But would he be? And where was Mr. Squires? He approached the youth at the small
desk: “Do you know where I will find Mr. Squires?” he asked.
“Here he comes now,” replied the youth, looking up and examining Clyde with keen, gray eyes.
Clyde gazed in the direction indicated, and saw approaching a brisk and dapper and decidedly
sophisticated-looking person of perhaps twenty-nine or thirty years of age. He was so very slender,
keen, hatchet-faced and well-dressed that Clyde was not only impressed but overawed at oncea very
shrewd and cunning-looking person. His nose was so long and thin, his eyes so sharp, his lips thin,
and chin pointed.
“Did you see that tall, pay-haired man with the Scotch plaid shawl who went through here just now?”
he paused to say to his assistant at the desk. The assistant nodded. “Well, they tell me that’s the Earl
of Landreil. He just came in this morning with fourteen trunks and four servants. Can you beat it! He’s
somebody in Scotland. That isn’t the name he travels under, though, I hear. He’s registered as Mr.
Blunt. Can you beat that English stuff? They can certainly lay on the class, eh?”
“You said it!” replied his assistant deferentially.
He turned for the first time, glimpsing Clyde, but paying no attention to him. His assistant came to
Clyde’s aid.
“That young fella there is waiting to see you,” he explained.
“You want to see me?” queried the captain of the bellhops, turning to Clyde, and observing his nonetoo-good clothes, at the same time making a comprehensive study of him.
“The gentleman in the drug store,” began Clyde, who -did not quite like the looks of the man before
him, but was determined to present himself as agreeably as possible, “was sayingthat is, he said that I
might ask you if there was any chance here for me as a bellboy. I’m working now at Klinkle’s drug
store at 7th and Brooklyn, as a helper, but I’d like to get out of that and he said you mightthat ishe
thought you had a place open now.” Clyde was so flustered and disturbed by the cool, examining eyes
of the man before him that he could scarcely get his breath properly, and swallowed hard.
For the first time in his life, it occurred to him that if he wanted to get on he ought to insinuate himself
into the good graces of peopledo or say something that would make them like him. So now he
contrived an eager, ingratiating smile, which he -bestowed on Mr. Squires, and added: “If you’d like
to give me a chance, I’d try very hard and I’d be very willing.”
The man before him merely looked at him coldly, but being the soul of craft and self-acquisitiveness
in a petty way, and rather liking anybody who had the skill and the will to be diplomatic, he now put
aside an impulse to shake bis head negatively, and observed: “But you haven’t had any training in this
work.”
“No, sir, but couldn’t I pick it up pretty quick if I tried hard?”
‘ “Well, let me see,” observed the head of the bellhops, scratching his head dubiously. “I haven’t any
time to talk to you now. Come around Monday afternoon. I’ll see you then.” He turned on his heel and
walked away.
Clyde, left alone in this fashion, and not knowing just what it meant, stared, wondering. Was it really
true that he had been invited to come back on Monday? Could it be possible that He turned and
hurried out, thrilling from head to toe. The idea! He had asked this man for a place in the very finest
hotel in Kansas City and he had asked him to come back and see him on Monday. Gee! what would
that mean? Could it be..possible that he would be admitted to such a grand world as thisand that so
speedily? Could it really be?
Chapter 5
THE imaginative flights of Clyde in connection with all this his dreams of what it might mean for him
to be connected with so glorious an institutioncan only be suggested. For his ideas of luxury were in
the main so extreme and mistaken and gauchemere wanderings of a repressed and unsatisfied fancy,
which as yet had had nothing but imaginings to feed it. He went back to his old duties at the
drugstoreto his home after hours in order to eat and sleepbut now for the balance of this Friday and
Saturday and Sunday and Monday until late in the day, he walked on air, really. His mind was not on
what he was doing, and several times his superior at the drugstore had to remind him to “wake-up.”
And after hours, instead of going directly home, he walked north to the corner of 14th and Baltimore,
where stood this great hotel, and looked at it. There, at midnight even, before each of the three
principal entrancesone facing each of three streetswas a doorman in a long maroon coat with many
buttons and a high-rimmed and long-visored maroon cap. And inside, behind looped and fluted
French silk curtains, were the still blazing lights, the & la carte dining-room and the American grill in
the basement near one corner still open. And about them were many taxis and cars. And there was
music alwaysfrom somewhere.
After surveying it all this Friday night and again on Saturday and Sunday morning, he returned on
Monday afternoon at the suggestion of Mr. Squires and was greeted by that individual rather crustily,
for by then he had all but forgotten him. But seeing that at the moment he was actually in need of help,
and being satisfied that Clyde might be of service, he led him into his small office under the stair,
where, with a very superior manner and much actual indifference, he proceeded to question him as to
his parentage, where he lived, at what he had worked before and where, what his father did for a
living a poser that for Clyde, for he was proud and so ashamed to admit that his parents conducted a
mission and preached on the streets. Instead he replied (which was true at times) that his father
canvassed for a washing machine and wringer companyand on Sundays preacheda religious
revelation, which was not at ail displeasing to this master of boys who were inclined to be anything
but home-loving and conservative. Could he bring a reference from where he now was? He could.
Mr. Squires proceeded to explain that this hotel was very strict. Too many boys, on account of the
scenes and the show here, the contact made with undue luxury to which they were not
accustomedthough these were not the words used by Mr. Squireswere inclined to lose their heads and
go wrong. He was constantly being forced to discharge boys who, because they made a little extra
money, didn’t know how to conduct themselves. He must have boys who were willing, civil, prompt,
courteous to everybody. They must be clean and neat about their persons and clothes and show up
promptlyon the dot and in good condition for the work every day. And any boy who got to thinking
that because he made a little money he could flirt with anybody or talk back, or go off on parties at
night, and then not show up on time or too tired to be quick and bright, needn’t think that he would be
here long. He would be fired, and that promptly. He would not tolerate any nonsense. That must be
understood now, once and for all.
Clyde nodded assent often and interpolated a few eager “yes, sirs” and “no, sirs,” and assured him at
the last that it was the furtherest thing from his thoughts and temperament to dream of any such high
crimes and misdemeanors as he had outlined. Mr. Squires then proceeded to explain that this hotel
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Ngày 10-8, Tân Hoa xã đưa tin tàu sân bay Thi Lang mà Trung Quốc mua lại của Ukraine đã chính thức đưa vào chạy thử. Nhưng trước đó, AFP đã trích phát biểu của tướng La Viện trên Beijing News: “Cả Ấn Độ và Nhật Bản sẽ có ba tàu sân bay vào năm 2014, nên Trung Quốc cũng không thể có ít hơn ba tàu sân bay”. Tàu sân bay “quý báu” như thế nào mà thiên hạ phải tranh nhau để có?
Hải quân Ấn: 50 năm chiến đấu với tàu sân bay
Hải quân Ấn đã sử dụng tàu sân bay từ 50 năm trước (tháng 3-1961) với chiếc INS Vikrant (INS: India Navy Ship, tàu hải quân Ấn) mua lại của hải quân Anh! Đây là một tàu sân bay hạng nhẹ (19.500 tấn), chuyên trị tàu ngầm, có tầm hoạt động 12.000 hải lý với vận tốc 14 hải lý/giờ.
Mười năm sau ngày gia nhập hải quân Ấn, chiếc INS Vikrant tham gia cuộc chiến tranh Ấn Độ - Pakistan năm 1971, từng được xem là đã đánh đắm chiếc tàu ngầm PNS Ghazi (PNS: Pakistan Navy Ship, tàu hải quân Pakistan) vốn có nhiệm vụ theo dõi và đánh chìm chiếc Vikrant. Sau 36 năm chinh chiến, chiếc Vikrant được cho “giải ngũ” từ năm 1997, cách đây 14 năm, nay trở thành một bảo tàng nổi ở cảng Mumbai.
Sau chiếc INS Vikrant là chiếc INS Viraat, mua lại của hải quân Anh, được biến cải thành tàu sân bay chuyên chở loại máy bay chiến đấu lên thẳng (VSTOL) và tham gia hải quân Ấn từ năm 1987. Với 21 chiếc phản lực lên thẳng, chiếc INS Viraat, tuy cũng là một tàu sân bay hạng nhẹ (chỉ 28.700 tấn), song đã trở thành một quả đấm thép trên biển. Sau chiếc Viraat duy nhất đang sử dụng, hải quân Ấn Độ nghĩ đến một thế hệ tàu sân bay mới, cũng hạng nhẹ, song được trang bị chiến đấu cơ Mig-29.
Có thể nói, hải quân Ấn Độ đã có đến 50 năm sử dụng tàu sân bay, tức phi công của hải quân Ấn Độ ít nhất cũng đã có 50 năm kinh nghiệm hải hành và hải chiến với tàu sân bay, trong khi phi công hải quân Trung Quốc nay vẫn đang tập hạ/cất cánh trên tàu sân bay, bắt đầu là từ sân thượng một tòa nhà giả làm boong tàu... Ít nhất, hải quân Ấn cũng đã có được một số kinh nghiệm chiến trường, đặc biệt có khoảng thời gian mười năm cùng lúc có trong tay hai tàu sân bay để thao dượt tác chiến theo đội hình tấn công của một hải đội gồm hai tàu sân bay làm nòng cốt với đầy đủ tàu tùy tùng trên mặt nước và dưới nước.
Điều động hai tàu sân bay cùng mấy mươi chiếc máy bay trên đó cất/hạ cánh sao cho đừng giây phút nào rơi vào thế bị động, máy bay cạn xăng phải bỏ cuộc bay về tàu hạ cánh hoặc còn kẹt lấy nhiên liệu phải nằm chết gí trong khoang tàu chịu trận mưa bom và thủy lôi của quân địch, chính là bài học tan xương nát thịt của hải quân Nhật Bản năm 1942 ở trận Midway.
Điều lớn nhất mà Trung Quốc có thể rút ra được từ kinh nghiệm của Ấn Độ là: có thể sử dụng tàu sân bay trong chiến tranh với lân quốc như là một lực lượng tham gia tấn công hoặc săn tàu ngầm đối phương như đã từng thấy trong cuộc chiến tranh Ấn Độ - Pakistan năm 1971. Đó là nỗi thèm khát thứ nhất!
Ngày tàn của tàu sân bay Hosho - Ảnh tư liệu
Nhật Bản: 100 năm tàu sân bay
Tháng 9-1914, chiếc tàu vận tải Wakamiya được hải quân Nhật biến cải thành tàu sân bay đầu tiên trên thế giới, đã tung bốn chiếc máy bay chong chóng Maurice Farman từ vịnh Kiaochow (Trung Quốc) bay vào tấn công một số mục tiêu của quân Đức tại Thanh Đảo, tỉnh Sơn Đông, cùng các tàu của Đức ở vịnh Qiaozhou.
Suốt từ ngày 5-9 đến 6-11 năm ấy, bốn chiếc máy bay này đã “làm mưa làm gió” trên vịnh này. Thật ra chiếc Wakamiya chưa phải là tàu sân bay đúng nghĩa mà chỉ làm nhiệm vụ chở máy bay, hai chiếc trong hầm tàu, hai chiếc trên boong. Khi cần cho máy bay xuất kích thì dùng cần cẩu trên tàu đưa máy bay xuống biển, thủy phi cơ cứ thế mà cất cánh; chuyến về thì ngược lại.
Hải quân Nhật sớm đóng và hạ thủy chiếc tàu sân bay thật sự đầu tiên là chiếc Hosho chỉ bảy năm sau đó (ngày 13-11-1921). Nếu Trung Quốc giải thích chiếc Thi Lang đầu tiên của họ là tàu huấn luyện và thử nghiệm, thì chiếc Hosho chính là để thử nghiệm và huấn luyện cất/hạ cánh mở đường cho mọi trường phái hải quân dựa trên tàu sân bay.
Sau ba năm trời ngày ngày chứng kiến bao vụ cất/hạ cánh và được các phi công góp ý, boong tàu Hosho và đường băng được sửa đổi để việc cất/hạ cánh trở nên hoàn hảo. Thành ra, nói rằng chính người Nhật đã khai sinh tàu sân bay cả trong khái niệm (chiến tranh) và vật thể (tàu sân bay) là không ngoa.
Chiếc Lexus mà ngày nay khối người trầm trồ chẳng là “cái đinh” gì so với những con quái vật trên biển nặng đến 20.000 tấn hoặc hơn như chiếc Hosho cùng những chiếc máy bay cất cánh từ cái boong tàu dài không đầy 200m! Nội những cái thang máy khổng lồ, từ hai hầm chở máy bay của chiếc Hosho lên đến boong, khối nền kỹ nghệ cơ khí trên thế giới này nằm mơ cũng chưa sản xuất nổi!
Nỗi hận Thượng Hải
Thật ra người Anh, đế quốc trên biển của thế kỷ 19, đã nghĩ ra việc đóng tàu sân bay, song chiếc Hermes của hải quân Anh ra đời sau chiếc Hosho. Sau mười năm thử nghiệm, chỉnh sửa, rèn luyện, đến tháng 2-1932 chiếc Hosho được phái đến Thượng Hải với nhiệm vụ là bảo vệ 7.000 quân Nhật đang bị lộ quân 19 của Tưởng thống chế bao vây, trong khi chờ đợi lữ đoàn 24 và sư đoàn 9 bộ binh đến tiếp cứu vào giữa tháng 2.
Cùng tham gia trận Thượng Hải này còn có một chiếc tàu sân bay khác, chiếc Kaga. Sự kiện hai chiếc tàu sân bay Kaga và Hosho đánh vào Thượng Hải sẽ hằn sâu vào trong bộ nhớ phục thù của người Trung Quốc.
Chi tiết hai chiếc tàu sân bay Hosho và Kaga tham gia trận Thượng Hải (còn gọi là chiến tranh Trung - Nhật lần thứ nhất) rất đáng lưu ý. Vào năm 1932 đó, thậm chí trước đó, hải quân Nhật đã hình thành được sư đoàn tàu sân bay số 1 của mình, với đầy đủ chức năng được xác định rõ ràng và được thao dượt các kỹ thuật tác chiến bảo vệ hạm đội, tham gia tấn công trên biển và trên bộ.
Lịch sử đã ghi lại rằng ngày 5-2-1932 ba chiếc máy bay chiến đấu phóng đi từ tàu Hosho đã hộ tống cho hai máy bay phóng pháo (ném bom) lao xuống Thượng Hải, bất chấp nỗ lực cản trở của chín chiếc máy bay của không quân Tưởng Giới Thạch. Bất chấp ưu thế số đông, không quân Tưởng Giới Thạch đã chịu mất một máy bay trong cuộc không chiến này. Hai hôm sau, cả chiếc Hosho và chiếc Kaga cùng tung máy bay tấn công sân bay Kunda để hỗ trợ bộ binh Nhật tấn công vào đây. T
rong những ngày từ 23 đến 26-2, máy bay của hai chiếc này còn tấn công các sân bay Hàng Châu và Tô Châu, phá hủy một số máy bay đối phương. Ngày 26-2, sáu máy bay chiến đấu của tàu Hosho hộ tống chín máy bay phóng pháo của tàu Kaga bị năm chiếc máy bay của không quân Tưởng Giới Thạch chặn đánh, đã bắn hạ hai chiếc.
Sự cố Thượng Hải kết thúc chín ngày sau đó bằng một cuộc ngưng bắn mà phần thiệt hại nghiêng về phía người Trung Quốc. Và 80 năm sau, nay người Trung Quốc mới chỉ bắt đầu “nghịch” tàu sân bay với chiếc Thi Lang mua lại “ve chai”!
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Vào đầu thập niên 1920, hải quân Nhật Bản đã được xếp thứ ba thế giới, sau hải quân hoàng gia Anh và hải quân Mỹ.
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**Nhà sản xuất** **Mã sản phẩm**QUESTEK-IP-T025
- Cảm biến hình ảnh: 1/3" Panasonic CMOS
- Độ phân giải: (1920x1080 ) 2.0 Mp
- Tầm xa hồng ngoại: 15~20m
- Kết nối trực tuyến: Tối đa 6 kết nối, đa luồng
- Báo động; Chuyển động
**Thông số camera IP QUESTEK WIN QNF-7102IP**
- Cảm biến hình ảnh: 1/3" Panasonic CMOS
- Độ phân giải: (1920x1080 ) 2.0 Mp
- Độ nhạy sáng: 0 Lux
- Ống kính: 4mm
- Tầm xa hồng ngoại: 15~20m
- Mạng: RJ45
- Âm thanh: MIC IN x 1
- Kết nối trực tuyến: Tối đa 6 kết nối, đa luồng
- Báo động; Chuyển động
- PoE: Có
- Nguồn:12v DC/ PoE
- Kích thước: 6.4cm x 18.3 cm.

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**Nhà sản xuất** **Mã sản phẩm**SAMSUNG-IP-D034
- Cảm biến hình ảnh 1/2.9 inch CMOS
- Chuẩn nén hình ảnh H.265,H.264, MJPEG
- Độ phân giải 2mp
- Ống kính 3.6mm
- Tầm quan sát hồng ngoại 25m
- Hỗ trợ chức năng cấp nguồn qua mạng PoE
- Hỗ trợ khe cắm thẻ nhớ Micro SD/ SDHC/ SDXC 128GB
- Kích thước f 120.3 x 91.7 mm
- Trọng lượng 490g
SẢN XUẤT TẠI HÀN QUỐC
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**Camera IP hồng ngoại 2.0 Megapixel SAMSUNG QNV-6020RP**
-Cảm biến hình ảnh: 1/2.9 inch CMOS.
-Chuẩn nén hình ảnh: H.265, H.264, MJPEG.
-Độ phân giải: 2.0 Megapixel.
-Độ nhạy sáng: (Color) 0.15Lux, B/W: 0Lux (IR LED on).
-Hỗ trợ khe cắm thẻ nhớ microSD/SDHC/SDXC dung lượng lưu trữ 128GB.
-Ống kính: 3.6mm fixed.
-Góc quan sát theo chiều ngang: 86.46º/ theo chiều dọc: 46.22º/ phương chéo: 102.44º.
-Tầm quan sát hồng ngoại: 25 mét.
-Chức năng quan sát Ngày và Đêm.
-Chức năng giảm nhiễu số SSNR.
-Chức năng vùng riêng tư: Off / On (6ea rectangular zones).
-Chức năng phát hiện chuyển động: Off / On (4ea polygonal zones)
-Chức năng lọc nhiễu kỹ thuật số Digital DNR (Dynamic Noise Reduction).
-Chức năng LDC (Lens Distortion Correction): Off / On (5 levels with min / max).
-Chức năng phân tích Video thông minh.
-Tiêu chuẩn chống thấm nước và bụi: IP66 (thích hợp sử dụng trong nhà và ngoài trời).
-Tiêu chuẩn chống va đập: IK10.
-Nguồn điện cung cấp: 12VDC.
-Chức năng cấp nguồn qua mạng PoE.
-Kích thước: Ø120.3 x 91.7mm.
-Trọng lượng: 490g.
**Đặc tính kỹ thuật**
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|Video
|Imaging Device||1/2.9 inch CMOS|
|Total Pixels||2,000(H) x 1,121(V)|
|Effective Pixels||1,984(H) x 1,105(V)|
|Scanning System||Progressive|
|Min. Illumination||Color: 0.15Lux, B/W: 0Lux (IR LED on)|
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|Lens
|Focal Length (Zoom Ratio)||3.6mm|
|Max. Aperture Ratio||F1.8|
|Angular Field of View||H: 86.4º / V: 46.22º/ D: 102.44º|
|Lens Type||Fixed|
|Mount Type||Board type|
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|Pan / Tilt / Rotate
|Pan / Tilt / Rotate Range||0° ~ 350° / 0° ~ 67° / 0° ~ 355°|
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|Operational
|IR Viewable Length||25m|
|Camera Title||Off / On (Displayed up to 20 characters per line)|
|- W/W: English / Numeric / Special characters|
|- China: English / Numeric / Special / Chinese characters|
|- Common: Multi-line (Max. 5), Color (Grey / Green / Red / Blue / Black / White),|
|Transparency, Auto scale by resolution|
|Day & Night||True Day & Night|
|Backlight Compensation||Off / BLC / WDR|
|Wide Dynamic Range||120dB|
|Contrast Enhancement (DWDR)||SSNR (Off / On)|
|Digital Noise Reduction||SSNR (Off / On)|
|Motion Detection||Off / On (4ea, Polygonal)|
|Privacy Masking||Off / On (6ea rectangular zones)|
|Gain Control||Off / Low / Middle / High|
|LDC (Lens Distortion Correction)||Off / On (5 levels with min / max)|
|White Balance||ATW / AWC / Manual / Indoor / Outdoor|
|Electronic Shutter Speed||Minimum / Maximum / Anti flicker|
|Flip / Mirror||Flip / Mirror / Hallway view|
|Intelligent Video Analytics||Motion detection with metadata, Tampering, Defocus detection|
|Alarm I/O||Input 1 / Output 1|
|Alarm Triggers||Motion detection, Tampering, Audio detection, Face detection, Video analytics, Network disconnection, Alarm input|
|Alarm Events||File upload via FTP and E-mail, Local storage recording at event, Notification via E-mail, External output|
|Pixel Counter||Support (Plug-in viewer only)|
|
|Network
|Ethernet||RJ-45 (10/100BASE-T)|
|Video Compression Format||H.265, H.264, MJPEG|
|Resolution||1920 x 1080, 1280 x 1024, 1280 x 960, 1280 x 720, 1024 x 768, 800 x 600, 720 x 576, 720 x 480, 640 x 480, 320 x 240|
|Max. Framerate||H.265/H.264: Max. 30fps at 2M, Max. 30fps MJPEG: Max. 15fps|
|Smart Codec||WiseStream|
|Video Quality Adjustment||H.265 / H.264: Target bitrate level control, MJPEG: Quality level control|
|Streaming Capability||Multiple streaming (Up to 3 profiles)|
|Bitrate Control Method||H.264: CBR or VBR, MJPEG: VBR|
|Streaming Capability||Multiple streaming (Up to 3 profiles)|
|Audio I/O||Line in|
|Audio Compression Format||G.711 u-law / G.726 selectable|
|G.726 (ADPCM) 8KHz, G.711 8KHz, G.726: 16Kbps, 24Kbps, 32Kbps, 40Kbps|
|Audio Communication||Uni-directional audio|
|IP||IPv4, IPv6|
|Protocol||TCP/IP, UDP/IP, RTP(UDP), RTP(TCP), RTCP, RTSP, NTP, HTTP, HTTPS, SSL/TLS, DHCP, PPPoE, FTP, SMTP, ICMP, IGMP, NMPv1/v2c/v3(MIB-2), ARP, DNS, DDNS, QoS, PIM-SM, UPnP, Bonjour|
|Security||HTTPS (SSL) login authentication, Digest login authentication IP address filtering, User access log, 802.1x authentication|
|Streaming Method||Unicast / Multicast|
|Max. User Access||6 users at unicast mode|
|Storage||SD/SDHC/SDXC (128GB) - Motion images recorded in the SD/SDHC/SDXC memory card can be downloaded, Camera can detect automatically when the memory is connected, Memory status display (Normal / Error / Active / Formatting / Lock), NAS (Network Attached Storage), Local PC for instant recording (Plug-in viewer only)|
|Application Programming Interface||ONVIF profile S/G, HTTP API (SUNAPI)|
|Webpage Language||English, French, German, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, Korean, Russian, Japanese, Swedish, Danish, Portuguese, Turkish, Polish, Czech, Rumanian, Serbian, Dutch,|
|Croatian, Hungarian, Greek, Finnish, Norwegian|
|Web Viewer||Supported OS: Windows XP / VISTA / 7 / 8 / 8.1, MAC OS X 10.7 ~ 10.10|
|Supported Browser: Microsoft Internet Explorer (Ver. 8 ~ 11), Mozilla Firefox (Ver. 9 ~ 35), Google Chrome (Ver. 15 ~ 40), Apple Safari (Ver. 8.0.2(Mac OS X|
|10.10), 7.0.6 (Mac OS X 10.9), 6.0.2 (Mac OS X 10.8, 10.7 only), 5.1.7) Mac OS X only|
|Central Management Software||SmartViewer|
|Ingress Protection / Vandal Resistance||IP66/ IK10|
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|ELECTRICAL
|Input Voltage / Current||12VDC, PoE (IEEE802.3af, Class3)|
|Power Consumption||Max. 6.7W (PoE), Max. 5.5W (12VDC)|
|Color / Material||Ivory / Metal|
|Dimensions||Ø120.3 x 91.7mm|
|Weight||490g|

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