time grown to more than six hundred acres； everyone on the farms about and in the nearby town of Winesburg smiled at the idea of his trying to handle the work that had been done by his four strong brothers。
There was indeed good cause to smile。 By the standards of his day Jesse did not look like a man at all。 He was small and very slender and womanish of body and； true to the traditions of young minis… ters； wore a long black coat and a narrow black string tie。 The neighbors were amused when they saw him； after the years away； and they were even more amused when they saw the woman he had married in the city。
As a matter of fact； Jesse's wife did soon go under。 That was perhaps Jesse's fault。 A farm in Northern Ohio in the hard years after the Civil War was no place for a delicate woman； and Katherine Bentley was delicate。 Jesse was hard with her as he was with everybody about him in those days。 She tried to do such work as all the neighbor women about her did and he let her go on without interference。 She helped to do the milking and did part of the house… work； she made the beds for the men and prepared their food。 For a year she worked every day from sunrise until late at night and then after giving birth to a child she died。
As for Jesse Bentleyalthough he was a delicately built man there was something within him that could not easily be killed。 He had brown curly hair and grey eyes that were at times hard and direct； at times wavering and uncertain。 Not only was he slen… der but he was also short of stature。 His mouth was like the mouth of a sensitive and very determined child。 Jesse Bentley was a fanatic。 He was a man born out of his time and place and for this he suf… fered and made others suffer。 Never did he succeed in getting what he wanted out of fife and he did not know what he wanted。 Within a very short time after he came home to the Bentley farm he made everyone there a little afraid of him； and his wife； who should have been close to him as his mother had been； was afraid also。 At the end of two weeks after his coming； old Tom Bentley made over to him the entire ownership of the place and retired into the background。 Everyone retired into the back… ground。 In spite of his youth and inexperience； Jesse had the trick of mastering the souls of his people。 He was so in earnest in everything he did and said that no one understood him。 He made everyone on the farm work as they 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 him… self 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。
In the room by the window overlooking the land that had come down to him sat Jesse thinking of his own affairs。 In the stables he could hear the tramp… ing of his horses and the restless movement of his cattle。 Away in the fields he could see other cattle wandering over green hills。 The voices of men； his men who worked for him； came in to him through the window。 From the milkhouse there was the steady thump； thump of a churn being manipulated by the half…witted girl； Eliza Stoughton。 Jesse's mind went back to the men of Old Testament days who had also owned lands and herds。 He remembered how God had come down out of the skies and talked to these men and he wanted God to notice and to talk to him also。 A kind of feverish boyish eagerness to in some way achieve in his own life the flavor of significance that had hung over these men took possession of him。 Being a prayerful man he spoke of the matter aloud to God and the sound of his own words strengthened and fed his eagerness。
〃I am a new kind of man come into possession of these fields；〃 he declared。 〃Look upon me； O God； and look Thou also upon my neighbors and all the men who have gone before me here！ O God； create in me another Jesse； like that one of old； to rule over men and to be the father of sons who shall be rul… ers！〃 Jesse grew excited as he talked aloud and jumping to his feet walked up and down in the room。 In fancy he saw himself living in old times and among old peoples。 The land that lay stretched out before him became of vast significance； a place peopled by his fancy with a new race of men sprung from himself。 It seemed to him that in his day as in those other and older days； kingdoms might be cre… ated and new impulses given to the lives of men by the power of God speaking through a chosen ser… vant。 He longed to be such a servant。 〃It is God's work I have come to the land to do；〃 he declared in a loud voice and his short figure straightened and he thought that something like a halo of Godly ap… proval hung over him。
It will perhaps be somewhat difficult for the men and women of a later day to understand Jesse Bent… ley。 In the last fifty years a vast change has taken place in the lives of our people。 A revolution has in fact taken place。 The coming of industrialism； at… tended by all the roar and rattle of affairs； the shrill cries of millions of new voices that have come among us from overseas； the going and coming of trains； the growth of cities； the building of the inter… urban car lines that weave in and out of towns and past farmhouses； and now in these later days the coming of the automobiles has worked a tremen… dous change in the lives and in the habits of thought of our people of Mid…America。 Books； badly imag… ined and written though they may be in the hurry of our times； are in every household； magazines cir… culate by the millions of copies； newspapers are ev… erywhere。 In our day a farmer standing by the stove in the store in his village has his mind filled to over… flowing with the words of other men。 The newspa… pers and the magazines have pumped him full。 Much of the old brutal ignorance that had in it also a kind of beautiful childlike innocence is gone for… ever。 The farmer by the stove is brother to the men of the cities； and if you listen you will find him talking as glibly and as senselessly as the best city man of us all。
In Jesse Bentley's time and in the country districts of the whole Middle West in the years after the Civil War it was not so。 Men labored too hard and were too tired to read。 In them was no desire for words printed upon paper。 As they worked in the fields； vague； half…formed thoughts took possession of them。 They believed in God and in God's power to control their lives。 In the little Protestant churches they gathered on Sunday to hear of God and his works。 The churches were the center of the social and intellectual life of the times。 The figure of God was big in the hearts of men。
And so； having been born an imaginative child and having within him a great intellectual eagerness； Jesse Bentley had turned wholeheartedly toward God。 When the war took his brothers away； he saw the hand of God in that。 When his father became ill and could no longer attend to the running of the farm； he took that also as a sign from God。 In the city； when the word came to him； he walked about at night through the streets thinking of the matter and when he had come home and had got the work on the farm well under way； he went again at night to walk through the forests and over the low hills and to think of God。
As he walked the importance of his own figure in some divine plan grew in his mind。 He grew avari… cious and was impatient that the farm contained only six hundred acres。 Kneeling in a fence corner at the edge of some meadow； he sent his voice abroad into the silence and looking up he saw the stars shining down at him。
One evening； some months after his father's death； and when his wife Katherine was expecting at