Winesburg, Ohio; a group of tales of Ohio small town life eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 271 pages of information about Winesburg, Ohio; a group of tales of Ohio small town life.

Winesburg, Ohio; a group of tales of Ohio small town life eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 271 pages of information about Winesburg, Ohio; a group of tales of Ohio small town life.

With the traveling men when she walked about with them, and later with Tom Willard, it was quite different.  Always they seemed to understand and sympathize with her.  On the side streets of the village, in the darkness under the trees, they took hold of her hand and she thought that something unexpressed in herself came forth and became a part of an unexpressed something in them.

And then there was the second expression of her restlessness.  When that came she felt for a time released and happy.  She did not blame the men who walked with her and later she did not blame Tom Willard.  It was always the same, beginning with kisses and ending, after strange wild emotions, with peace and then sobbing repentance.  When she sobbed she put her hand upon the face of the man and had always the same thought.  Even though he were large and bearded she thought he had become suddenly a little boy.  She wondered why he did not sob also.

In her room, tucked away in a corner of the old Willard House, Elizabeth Willard lighted a lamp and put it on a dressing table that stood by the door.  A thought had come into her mind and she went to a closet and brought out a small square box and set it on the table.  The box contained material for make-up and had been left with other things by a theatrical company that had once been stranded in Winesburg.  Elizabeth Willard had decided that she would be beautiful.  Her hair was still black and there was a great mass of it braided and coiled about her head.  The scene that was to take place in the office below began to grow in her mind.  No ghostly worn-out figure should confront Tom Willard, but something quite unexpected and startling.  Tall and with dusky cheeks and hair that fell in a mass from her shoulders, a figure should come striding down the stairway before the startled loungers in the hotel office.  The figure would be silent—­it would be swift and terrible.  As a tigress whose cub had been threatened would she appear, coming out of the shadows, stealing noiselessly along and holding the long wicked scissors in her hand.

With a little broken sob in her throat, Elizabeth Willard blew out the light that stood upon the table and stood weak and trembling in the darkness.  The strength that had been as a miracle in her body left and she half reeled across the floor, clutching at the back of the chair in which she had spent so many long days staring out over the tin roofs into the main street of Winesburg.  In the hallway there was the sound of footsteps and George Willard came in at the door.  Sitting in a chair beside his mother he began to talk.  “I’m going to get out of here,” he said.  “I don’t know where I shall go or what I shall do but I am going away.”

The woman in the chair waited and trembled.  An impulse came to her.  “I suppose you had better wake up,” she said.  “You think that?  You will go to the city and make money, eh?  It will be better for you, you think, to be a business man, to be brisk and smart and alive?” She waited and trembled.

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