and away they went from town to town painting the railroad property…switches； crossing gates； bridges； and stations。
〃The Big Four paints its stations a nasty orange color。 How I hated that color！ My brother was al… ways covered with it。 On pay days he used to get drunk and come home wearing his paint…covered clothes and bringing his money with him。 He did not give it to mother but laid it in a pile on our kitchen table。
〃About the house he went in the clothes covered with the nasty orange colored paint。 I can see the picture。 My mother； who was small and had red； sad…looking eyes； would come into the house from a little shed at the back。 That's where she spent her time over the washtub scrubbing people's dirty clothes。 In she would come and stand by the table； rubbing her eyes with her apron that was covered with soap…suds。
〃'Don't touch it！ Don't you dare touch that money；' my brother roared； and then he himself took five or ten dollars and went tramping off to the saloons。 When he had spent what he had taken he came back for more。 He never gave my mother any money at all but stayed about until he had spent it all； a little at a time。 Then he went back to his job with the painting crew on the railroad。 After he had gone things began to arrive at our house； groceries and such things。 Sometimes there would be a dress for mother or a pair of shoes for me。
〃Strange； eh？ My mother loved my brother much more than she did me； although he never said a kind word to either of us and always raved up and down threatening us if we dared so much as touch the money that sometimes lay on the table three days。
〃We got along pretty well。 I studied to be a minis… ter and prayed。 I was a regular ass about saying prayers。 You should have heard me。 When my fa… ther died I prayed all night； just as I did sometimes when my brother was in town drinking and going about buying the things for us。 In the evening after supper I knelt by the table where the money lay and prayed for hours。 When no one was looking I stole a dollar or two and put it in my pocket。 That makes me laugh now but then it was terrible。 It was on my mind all the time。 I got six dollars a week from my job on the paper and always took it straight home to mother。 The few dollars I stole from my brother's pile I spent on myself； you know； for trifles； candy and cigarettes and such things。
〃When my father died at the asylum over at Day… ton； I went over there。 I borrowed some money from the man for whom I worked and went on the train at night。 It was raining。 In the asylum they treated me as though I were a king。
〃The men who had jobs in the asylum had found out I was a newspaper reporter。 That made them afraid。 There had been some negligence； some care… lessness； you see； when father was ill。 They thought perhaps I would write it up in the paper and make a fuss。 I never intended to do anything of the kind。
〃Anyway； in I went to the room where my father lay dead and blessed the dead body。 I wonder what put that notion into my head。 Wouldn't my brother； the painter； have laughed； though。 There I stood over the dead body and spread out my hands。 The superintendent of the asylum and some of his help… ers came in and stood about looking sheepish。 It was very amusing。 I spread out my hands and said； 'Let peace brood over this carcass。' That's what I said。 〃
Jumping to his feet and breaking off the tale； Doc… tor Parcival began to walk up and down in the office of the Winesburg Eagle where George Willard sat lis… tening。 He was awkward and； as the office was small； continually knocked against things。 〃What a fool I am to be talking；〃 he said。 〃That is not my object in coming here and forcing my acquaintance… ship upon you。 I have something else in mind。 You are a reporter just as I was once and you have at… tracted my attention。 You may end by becoming just such another fool。 I want to warn you and keep on warning you。 That's why I seek you out。〃
Doctor Parcival began talking of George Willard's attitude toward men。 It seemed to the boy that the man had but one object in view； to make everyone seem despicable。 〃I want to fill you with hatred and contempt so that you will be a superior being；〃 he declared。 〃Look at my brother。 There was a fellow； eh？ He despised everyone； you see。 You have no idea with what contempt he looked upon mother and me。 And was he not our superior？ You know he was。 You have not seen him and yet I have made you feel that。 I have given you a sense of it。 He is dead。 Once when he was drunk he lay down on the tracks and the car in which he lived with the other painters ran over him。〃
One day in August Doctor Parcival had an adven… ture in Winesburg。 For a month George Willard had been going each morning to spend an hour in the doctor's office。 The visits came about through a de… sire on the part of the doctor to read to the boy from the pages of a book he was in the process of writing。 To write the book Doctor Parcival declared was the object of his coming to Winesburg to live。
On the morning in August before the coming of the boy； an incident had happened in the doctor's office。 There had been an accident on Main Street。 A team of horses had been frightened by a train and had run away。 A little girl； the daughter of a farmer； had been thrown from a buggy and killed。
On Main Street everyone had become excited and a cry for doctors had gone up。 All three of the active practitioners of the town had come quickly but had found the child dead。 From the crowd someone had run to the office of Doctor Parcival who had bluntly refused to go down out of his office to the dead child。 The useless cruelty of his refusal had passed unnoticed。 Indeed； the man who had come up the stairway to summon him had hurried away without hearing the refusal。
All of this； Doctor Parcival did not know and when George Willard came to his office he found the man shaking with terror。 〃What I have done will arouse the people of this town；〃 he declared excitedly。 〃Do I not know human nature？ Do I not know what will happen？ Word of my refusal will be whispered about。 Presently men will get together in groups and talk of it。 They will come here。 We will quarrel and there will be talk of hanging。 Then they will come again bearing a rope in their hands。〃
Doctor Parcival shook with fright。 〃I have a pre… sentiment；〃 he declared emphatically。 〃It may be that what I am talking about will not occur this morning。 It may be put off until tonight but I will be hanged。 Everyone will get excited。 I will be hanged to a lamp…post on Main Street。〃
Going to the door of his dirty office； Doctor Parci… val looked timidly down the stairway leading to the street。 When he returned the fright that had been in his eyes was beginning to be replaced by doubt。 Coming on tiptoe across the room he tapped George Willard on the shoulder。 〃If not now； sometime；〃 he whispered； shaking his head。 〃In the end I will be crucified； uselessly crucified。〃
Doctor Parcival began to plead with George Wil… lard。 〃You must pay attention to me；〃 he urged。 〃If something happens perhaps you will be able to write the book that I may never get written。 The idea is very simple； so simple that if you are not careful you will forget it。 It is thisthat everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified。 That's what I want to say。 Don't you forget that。 Whatever happens； don't you dare let yourself forget。〃
NOBODY KNOWS
LOOKING CAUTIOUSLY ABOUT； George Willard arose from his desk in the office of the Winesburg Eagle and went hurriedly out at the back door。 The night was warm and cloudy and although it was not yet eight o'clock； the alleyway back of the Eagle office was pitch dark。 A team of horses tied to a post somewhere in the darkness stamped on the hard… baked ground。 A cat sprang from under George Wil… lard's feet and ran away into the night。 The young man was nervous。 All day he had gone about his work like one dazed by a blow。 In the alleyway he trembled as though with fright。
In the darkness George Willard walked along the alleyway； going carefully and cautiously。 The back doors of the Winesburg stores were open and he could see men sitting about under the store lamps。 In Myerbaum's Notion Store Mrs。 Willy the saloon keeper's wife stood by the counter with a basket on her arm。 Sid Green the clerk was waiting on her。 He leaned over the counter and talked earnestly。
George Willard crouched and then jumped through the path of light that came out at the door。 He began to run forward in the darkness。 Behind Ed Griffith's saloon old Jerry Bird the town drunkard lay asleep on the ground。 The runner stumbled over the sprawling legs。 He laughed brokenly。
George Willard had set forth upon an adventure。 All day he had been trying to make up his mind to go through with the adventure and now he was act… ing。 In the office of the Winesburg Eagle he had been sitting since six o'clock trying to think。
There had been no decision。 He had just jumped to his feet； hurried past Will Henderson who was reading proof in the printshop and started to run along the alleyway。
Through street after street went George Willard； avoiding the people who passed。 He crossed and recrossed the road。 When he passed a street lamp he pulled his hat down over his face。 He did not dare think。 In his mind there was a fear but it was a new kind of fear。 He was afraid the adventure on which he had set out would be spoiled； that he would lose courage and turn back。
George Willard found Louise Trunnion in the kitchen of her father's house。 She was washing dishes by the light of a kerosene lamp。 There she stood behind the screen door in the little shedlike kitchen at the back of the house。 George Willard stopped by a picket fence and tried to control the shaking of his body。 Only a narrow potato patch separated him from the adventure。 Five minutes passed before he felt sure enough of himself to call to her。 〃Louise！ Oh； Louise！〃 he called。 The cry stuck in his throat。 His voice became a hoarse whisper。
Louise Trunnion came out across the potato patch holding the dish cloth in her hand。 〃How do you know I want to go