empted him once and he went into a room with her。 He never forgot the smell of the room nor the greedy look that came into the eyes of the woman。 It sickened him and in a very terrible way left a scar on his soul。 He had always before thought of women as quite innocent things； much like his grandmother； but after that one experience in the room he dismissed women from his mind。 So gentle was his nature that he could not hate anything and not being able to under… stand he decided to forget。
And Tom did forget until he came to Winesburg。 After he had lived there for two years something began to stir in him。 On all sides he saw youth mak… ing love and he was himself a youth。 Before he knew what had happened he was in love also。 He fell in love with Helen White； daughter of the man for whom he had worked； and found himself think… ing of her at night。
That was a problem for Tom and he settled it in his own way。 He let himself think of Helen White whenever her figure came into his mind and only concerned himself with the manner of his thoughts。 He had a fight； a quiet determined little fight of his own； to keep his desires in the channel where he thought they belonged； but on the whole he was victorious。
And then came the spring night when he got drunk。 Tom was wild on that night。 He was like an innocent young buck of the forest that has eaten of some maddening weed。 The thing began； ran its course； and was ended in one night； and you may be sure that no one in Winesburg was any the worse for Tom's outbreak。
In the first place； the night was one to make a sensitive nature drunk。 The trees along the resi… dence streets of the town were all newly clothed in soft green leaves； in the gardens behind the houses men were puttering about in vegetable gardens； and in the air there was a hush； a waiting kind of silence very stirring to the blood。
Tom left his room on Duane Street just as the young night began to make itself felt。 First he walked through the streets； going softly and quietly along； thinking thoughts that he tried to put into words。 He said that Helen White was a flame danc… ing in the air and that he was a little tree without leaves standing out sharply against the sky。 Then he said that she was a wind； a strong terrible wind； coming out of the darkness of a stormy sea and that he was a boat left on the shore of the sea by a fisherman。
That idea pleased the boy and he sauntered along playing with it。 He went into Main Street and sat on the curbing before Wacker's tobacco store。 For an hour he lingered about listening to the talk of men； but it did not interest him much and he slipped away。 Then he decided to get drunk and went into Willy's saloon and bought a bottle of whiskey。 Put… ting the bottle into his pocket； he walked out of town； wanting to be alone to think more thoughts and to drink the whiskey。
Tom got drunk sitting on a bank of new grass beside the road about a mile north of town。 Before him was a white road and at his back an apple or… chard in full bloom。 He took a drink out of the bottle and then lay down on the grass。 He thought of mornings in Winesburg and of how the stones in the graveled driveway by Banker White's house were wet with dew and glistened in the morning light。 He thought of the nights in the barn when it rained and he lay awake hearing the drumming of the raindrops and smelling the warm smell of horses and of hay。 Then he thought of a storm that had gone roaring through Winesburg several days before and； his mind going back； he relived the night he had spent on the train with his grandmother when the two were coming from Cincinnati。 Sharply he remembered how strange it had seemed to sit qui… etly in the coach and to feel the power of the engine hurling the train along through the night。
Tom got drunk in a very short time。 He kept tak… ing drinks from the bottle as the thoughts visited him and when his head began to reel got up and walked along the road going away from Winesburg。 There was a bridge on the road that ran out of Winesburg north to Lake Erie and the drunken boy made his way along the road to the bridge。 There he sat down。 He tried to drink again； but when he had taken the cork out of the bottle he became ill and put it quickly back。 His head was rocking back and forth and so he sat on the stone approach to the bridge and sighed。 His head seemed to be flying about like a pinwheel and then projecting itself off into space and his arms and legs flopped helplessly about。
At eleven o'clock Tom got back into town。 George Willard found him wandering about and took him into the Eagle printshop。 Then he became afraid that the drunken boy would make a mess on the floor and helped him into the alleyway。
The reporter was confused by Tom Foster。 The drunken boy talked of Helen White and said he had been with her on the shore of a sea and had made love to her。 George had seen Helen White walking in the street with her father during the evening and decided that Tom was out of his head。 A sentiment concerning Helen White that lurked in his own heart flamed up and he became angry。 〃Now you quit that；〃 he said。 〃I won't let Helen White's name be dragged into this。 I won't let that happen。〃 He began shaking Tom's shoulder； trying to make him understand。 〃You quit it；〃 he said again。
For three hours the two young men； thus strangely thrown together； stayed in the printshop。 When he had a little recovered George took Tom for a walk。 They went into the country and sat on a log near the edge of a wood。 Something in the still night drew them together and when the drunken boy's head began to clear they talked。
〃It was good to be drunk；〃 Tom Foster said。 〃It taught me something。 I won't have to do it again。 I will think more dearly after this。 You see how it is。〃
George Willard did not see； but his anger concern… ing Helen White passed and he felt drawn toward the pale； shaken boy as he had never before been drawn toward anyone。 With motherly solicitude； he insisted that Tom get to his feet and walk about。 Again they went back to the printshop and sat in silence in the darkness。
The reporter could not get the purpose of Tom Foster's action straightened out in his mind。 When Tom spoke again of Helen White he again grew angry and began to scold。 〃You quit that；〃 he said sharply。 〃You haven't been with her。 What makes you say you have？ What makes you keep saying such things？ Now you quit it； do you hear？〃
Tom was hurt。 He couldn't quarrel with George Willard because he was incapable of quarreling； so he got up to go away。 When George Willard was insistent he put out his hand； laying it on the older boy's arm； and tried to explain。
〃Well；〃 he said softly； 〃I don't know how it was。 I was happy。 You see how that was。 Helen White made me happy and the night did too。 I wanted to suffer； to be hurt somehow。 I thought that was what I should do。 I wanted to suffer； you see； because everyone suffers and does wrong。 I thought of a lot of things to do； but they wouldn't work。 They all hurt someone else。〃
Tom Foster's voice arose； and for once in his life he became almost excited。 〃It was like making love； that's what I mean；〃 he explained。 〃Don't you see how it is？ It hurt me to do what I did and made everything strange。 That's why I did it。 I'm glad； too。 It taught me something； that's it； that's what I wanted。 Don't you understand？ I wanted to learn things； you see。 That's why I did it。〃
DEATH
THE STAIRWAY LEADING up to Doctor Reefy's office； in the Heffner Block above the Paris Dry Goods store； was but dimly lighted。 At the head of the stairway hung a lamp with a dirty chimney that was fastened by a bracket to the wall。 The lamp had a tin reflector； brown with rust and covered with dust。 The people who went up the stairway followed with their feet the feet of many who had gone before。 The soft boards of the stairs had yielded under the pressure of feet and deep hollows marked the way。
At the top of the stairway a turn to the right brought you to the doctor's door。 To the left was a dark hallway filled with rubbish。 Old chairs； carpen… ter's horses； step ladders and empty boxes lay in the darkness waiting for shins to be barked。 The pile of rubbish belonged to the Paris Dry Goods Company。 When a counter or a row of shelves in the store became useless； clerks carried it up the stairway and threw it on the pile。
Doctor Reefy's office was as large as a barn。 A stove with a round paunch sat in the middle of the room。 Around its base was piled sawdust； held in place by heavy planks nailed to the floor。 By the door stood a huge table that had once been a part of the furniture of Herrick's Clothing Store and that had been used for displaying custom…made clothes。 It was covered with books； bottles； and surgical in… struments。 Near the edge of the table lay three or four apples left by John Spaniard； a tree nurseryman who was Doctor Reefy's friend； and who had slipped the apples out of his pocket as he came in at the door。
At middle age Doctor Reefy was tall and awk… ward。 The grey beard he later wore had not yet ap… peared； but on the upper lip grew a brown mustache。 He was not a graceful man； as when he grew older； and was much occupied with the problem of dispos… ing of his hands and feet。
On summer afternoons； when she had been mar… ried many years and when her son George was a boy of twelve or fourteen； Elizabeth Willard some… times went up the worn steps to Doctor Reefy's of… fice。 Already the woman's naturally tall figure had begun to droop and to drag itself listlessly about。 Ostensibly she went to see the doctor because of her health； but on the half dozen occasions when she had been to see him the outcome of the visits did not primarily concern her health。 She and the doctor talked of that but they talked most of her life； of their two lives and of the ideas that had come to them as they lived their lives in Winesburg。
In the big empty office the man and the woman sat looking at each other and they were a good deal alike。 Their bodies were different； as were also the color of their eyes； the length of their noses； and the circumstances of their existence； but something inside them