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When I get back to my room I shall sleep；〃 she murmured gratefully。
But Elizabeth Willard was not to return to her bed and to sleep。 As she stood trembling in the darkness the door of her son's room opened and the boy's father； Tom Willard； stepped out。 In the light that steamed out at the door he stood with the knob in his hand and talked。 What he said infuriated the woman。
Tom Willard was ambitious for his son。 He had always thought of himself as a successful man； al… though nothing he had ever done had turned out successfully。 However； when he was out of sight of the New Willard House and had no fear of coming upon his wife； he swaggered and began to drama… tize himself as one of the chief men of the town。 He wanted his son to succeed。 He it was who had se… cured for the boy the position on the Winesburg Eagle。 Now； with a ring of earnestness in his voice； he was advising concerning some course of conduct。 〃I tell you what； George； you've got to wake up；〃 he said sharply。 〃Will Henderson has spoken to me three times concerning the matter。 He says you go along for hours not hearing when you are spoken to and acting like a gawky girl。 What ails you？〃 Tom Willard laughed good…naturedly。 〃Well； I guess you'll get over it；〃 he said。 〃I told Will that。 You're not a fool and you're not a woman。 You're Tom Willard's son and you'll wake up。 I'm not afraid。 What you say clears things up。 If being a newspaper man had put the notion of becoming a writer into your mind that's all right。 Only I guess you'll have to wake up to do that too； eh？〃
Tom Willard went briskly along the hallway and down a flight of stairs to the office。 The woman in the darkness could hear him laughing and talking with a guest who was striving to wear away a dull evening by dozing in a chair by the office door。 She returned to the door of her son's room。 The weak… ness had passed from her body as by a miracle and she stepped boldly along。 A thousand ideas raced through her head。 When she heard the scraping of a chair and the sound of a pen scratching upon paper； she again turned and went back along the hallway to her own room。
A definite determination had come into the mind of the defeated wife of the Winesburg hotel keeper。 The determination was the result of long years of quiet and rather ineffectual thinking。 〃Now；〃 she told herself； 〃I will act。 There is something threaten… ing my boy and I will ward it off。〃 The fact that the conversation between Tom Willard and his son had been rather quiet and natural； as though an under… standing existed between them； maddened her。 Al… though for years she had hated her husband； her hatred had always before been a quite impersonal thing。 He had been merely a part of something else that she hated。 Now； and by the few words at the door； he had become the thing personified。 In the darkness of her own room she clenched her fists and glared about。 Going to a cloth bag that hung on a nail by the wall she took out a long pair of sewing scissors and held them in her hand like a dagger。 〃I will stab him；〃 she said aloud。 〃He has chosen to be the voice of evil and I will kill him。 When I have killed him something will snap within myself and I will die also。 It will be a release for all of us。〃
In her girlhood and before her marriage with Tom Willard； Elizabeth had borne a somewhat shaky rep… utation in Winesburg。 For years she had been what is called 〃stage…struck〃 and had paraded through the streets with traveling men guests at her father's hotel； wearing loud clothes and urging them to tell her of life in the cities out of which they had come。 Once she startled the town by putting on men's clothes and riding a bicycle down Main Street。
In her own mind the tall dark girl had been in those days much confused。 A great restlessness was in her and it expressed itself in two ways。 First there was an uneasy desire for change； for some big defi… nite movement to her life。 It was this feeling that had turned her mind to the stage。 She dreamed of joining some company and wandering over the world； seeing always new faces and giving some… thing out of herself to all people。 Sometimes at night she was quite beside herself with the thought； but when she tried to talk of the matter to the members of the theatrical companies that came to Winesburg and stopped at her father's hotel； she got nowhere。 They did not seem to know what she meant； or if she did get something of her passion expressed； they only laughed。 〃It's not like that；〃 they said。 〃It's as dull and uninteresting as this here。 Nothing comes of it。〃
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 vil… lage； in the darkness under the trees； they took hold of her hand and she thought that something unex… pressed 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 re… leased 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 Wines… burg。 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 shoul… ders； a figure should come striding down the stair… way before the startled loungers in the hotel office。 The figure would be silentit would be swift and terrible。 As a tigress whose cub had been threatened would she appear； coming out of the shadows； steal… ing 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 be