英文原版　　The d The Anthem

    O Henry

    On his ben Madison Square Soapy moved uneasily, and y moves uneasily ohe park, you may know that winter is near.

    A dead leaf fell in Soapy's lap. That was Jack Frost's card. Jad tular residents of Madisives them warning of his annual call.

    Soapy realized the fact that the time had  tainst the iherefore he moved uneasily on his bench.

    The wiions of Soapy were . Ihere were no dreams of Mediterranean voyages, of blue Southerhe Vesuvian Bay. Three months on the Island was what his soul desired. Three months of assured board and bed and good pany, safe from north oli, seemed to Soapy the most desirable thing.

    For years the hospitable Blackwell prison had been his winter refuge. Just as the more fortunate New Yorkers had bought their ti Bead the Riviera eater, so Soapy had made his arras for his annual jourhe island. Aime had e. O before three Sunday  under his coat, about his feet and over his lap, had not helped him against the cold as he slept on his behe fountain in the old square. There were many institutions of  New Yht receive lodging and food, but to Soapy's prifts of charity were undesirable. You must pay in humiliation of spirit f received at the hands of philanthropy. So it was better to be a guest of the law.

    Soapy, havio the Island, at o aplishihere were many easy ways of doing this. The pleasao di some good restaurant; aer deg bankruptded over to a poli. A magistrate would do the rest.