had never worked before and yet there was no joy in
the work. If things went well they went well
for Jesse and never for the people who were his dependents.
Like a thousand other strong men who have come into
the world here in America in these later times, Jesse
was but half strong. He could master others but
he could not master himself. The running of the
farm as it had never been run before was easy for
him. When he came home from Cleveland where he
had been in school, he shut himself off from all of
his people and began to make plans. He thought
about the farm night and day and that made him successful.
Other men on the farms about him worked too hard and
were too fired to think, but to think of the farm
and to be everlastingly making plans for its success
was a relief to Jesse. It partially satisfied
something in his passionate nature. Immediately
after he came home he had a wing built on to the old
house and in a large room facing the west he had windows
that looked into the barnyard and other windows that
looked off across the fields. By the window he
sat down to think. Hour after hour and day after
day he sat and looked over the land and thought out
his new place in life. The passionate burning
thing in his nature flamed up and his eyes became
hard. He wanted to make the farm produce as no
farm in his state had ever produced before and then
he wanted something else. It was the indefinable
hunger within that made his eyes waver and that kept
him always more and more silent before people.
He would have given much to achieve peace and in him
was a fear that peace was the thing he could not achieve.
All over his body Jesse Bentley was alive. In
his small frame was gathered the force of a long line
of strong men. He had always been extraordinarily
alive when he was a small boy on the farm and later
when he was a young man in school. In the school
he had studied and thought of God and the Bible with
his whole mind and heart. As time passed and
he grew to know people better, he began to think of
himself as an extraordinary man, one set apart from
his fellows. He wanted terribly to make his life
a thing of great importance, and as he looked about
at his fellow men and saw how like clods they lived
it seemed to him that he could not bear to become
also such a clod. Although in his absorption
in himself and in his own destiny he was blind to
the fact that his young wife was doing a strong woman’s
work even after she had become large with child and
that she was killing herself in his service, he did
not intend to be unkind to her. When his father,
who was old and twisted with toil, made over to him
the ownership of the farm and seemed content to creep
away to a corner and wait for death, he shrugged his
shoulders and dismissed the old man from his mind.