The Grocery

"Hullo, Alice!""Hullo, Leon!""Say, Alice, gi' me a coupleO' them two for five cigars,Will yer?""Where's your nickel?""My! Ain't you close!Can't trust a feller, can yer.""Trust you! WhyWhat you owe this storeWould set you up in business.I can't think why Father 'lows it.""Yer Father's a sight more neighbourlyThan you be. That's a fact.Besides, he knows I got a vote.""A vote! Oh, yes, you got a vote!A lot o' good the Senate'll be to FatherWhen all his bank accountHas run away in credits.There's your cigars,If you can relish smokin'With all you owe us standin'.""I dunno as that makes 'em taste any diff'rent.You ain't fair to me, Alice, 'deed you ain't.I work when anythin's doin'.I'll get a carpenterin' job next Summer sure.Cleve was tellin' me to-day he'd take me on come Spring.""Come Spring, and this December!I've no patience with you, Leon,Shilly-shallyin' the way you do.Here, lift over them crates o' orangesI wanter fix 'em in the winder.""It riles yer, don't it, me not havin' work.You pepper up about it somethin' good.You pick an' pick, and that don't help a mite.Say, Alice, do come in out o' that winder.Th' oranges c'n wait,An' I don't like talkin' to yer back.""Don't you! Well, you'd better make the best o' what you can git.Maybe you won't have my back to talk to soon.They look good in pyramids with the 'lectric light on 'em,Don't they?Now hand me them bananasAn' I'll string 'em right acrost.""What do yer mean'Bout me not havin' you to talk to?Are yer springin' somethin' on me?""I don't know 'bout springin'When I'm tellin' you right out.I'm goin' away, that's all.""Where? Why?What yer mean--goin' away?""I've took a placeDown to Boston, in a candy storeFor the holidays.""Good Land, Alice,What in the Heavens fer!""To earn some money,And to git away from here, I guess.""Ain't yer Father got enough?Don't he give yer proper pocket-money?""He'd have a plenty, if you folks paid him.""He's rich I tell yer.I never figured he'd be close with you.""Oh, he ain't. Not close.That ain't why.But I must git away from here.I must! I must!""You got a lot o' reason in yerTo-night.How long d' you cal'lateYou'll be gone?""Maybe for always.""What ails yer, Alice?Talkin' wild like that.Ain't you an' me goin' to be marriedSome day.""Some day! Some day!I guess the sun'll never rise on some day.""So that's the trouble.Same old story.'Cause I ain't got the cash to settle right now.You know I love yer,An' I'll marry yer as soonAs I c'n raise the money.""You've said that any time these five year,But you don't do nothin'.""Wot could I do?Ther ain't no work here Winters.Not fer a carpenter, ther ain't.""I guess you warn't born a carpenter.Ther's ice-cuttin' a plenty.""I got a dret'ful tender throat;Dr. Smiles he told meI mustn't resk ice-cuttin'.""Why haven't you gone to Boston,And hunted up a job?""Have yer forgot the time I went expressin'In the American office, down ther?""And come back two weeks later!No, I ain't.""You didn't want I should git hurted,Did yer?I'm a sight too light fer all that liftin' work.My back was commencin' to strain, as 'twas.Ef I was like yer brother now,I'd ha' be'n down to the city long ago.But I'm too clumsy fer a dancer.I ain't got Arthur's luck.""Do you call it luck to be a disgrace to your folks,And git locked up in jail!""Oh, come now, Alice,'Disgrace' is a mite strong.Why, the jail was a joke.Art's all right.""All right!All right to dance, and smirk, and lieFor a livin',And then in the endLead a silly girl to give youWhat warn't hers to giveBy pretendin' you'd marry her--And she a pupil.""He'd ha' married her right enough,Her folks was millionaires.""Yes, he'd ha' married her!Thank God, they saved her that.""Art's a fine feller.I wish I had his luck.Swellin' round in Hart, Schaffner & Marx fancy suits,And eatin' in rest'rants.But somebody's got to stick to the old place,Else Foxfield'd have to shut up shop,Hey, Alice?""You admire him!You admire Arthur!You'd be like him only you can't dance.Oh, Shame! Shame!And I've been like that silly girl.Fooled with your promises,And I give you all I had.I knew it, oh, I knew it,But I wanted to git away 'fore I proved it.You've shamed me through and through.Why couldn't you hold your tongue,And spared me seein' youAs you really are.""What the Devil's the row?I only said Art was lucky.What you spitfirin' at me fer?Ferget it, Alice.We've had good times, ain't we?I'll see Cleve 'bout that job agin to-morrer,And we'll be married 'fore hayin' time.""It's like you to remind me o' hayin' time.I've good cause to love it, ain't I?Many's the night I've hid my face in the darkTo shut out thinkin'!""Why, that ain't nothin'.You ain't be'n half so kind to meAs lots o' fellers' girls.Gi' me a kiss, Dear,And let's make up.""Make up!You poor fool.Do you suppose I care a ten cent pieceFor you now.You've killed yourself for me.Done it out o' your own mouth.You've took away my home,I hate the sight o' the place.You're all over it,Every stick an' stone means you,An' I hate 'em all.""Alice, I say,Don't go on like that.I can't marry yerBoardin' in one room,But I'll see Cleve to-morrer,I'll make him----""Oh, you fool!You terrible fool!""Alice, don't go yit,Wait a minit,I'll see Cleve----""You terrible fool!""Alice, don't go.Alice----" (Door slams)

The lawyer, are you?Well! I ain't got nothin' to say.Nothin'!I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'.They know'd real well 'twas me.Ther warn't no supposin',Ketchin' me in the woods as they did,An' me in my house dress.Folks don't walk miles an' milesIn the drifted snow,With no hat nor wrap on 'emEf everythin's all right, I guess.All right? Ha! Ha! Ha!Nothin' warn't right with me.Never was.Oh, Lord! Why did I do it?Why ain't it yesterday, and Ed here agin?Many's the time I've set up with him nightsWhen he had cramps, or rheumatizm, or somethin'.I used ter nurse him same's ef he was a baby.I wouldn't hurt him, I love him!Don't you dare to say I killed him. 'Twarn't me!Somethin' got aholt o' me. I couldn't help it.Oh, what shall I do! What shall I do!Yes, Sir.No, Sir.I beg your pardon, I--I--Oh, I'm a wicked woman!An' I'm desolate, desolate!Why warn't I struck dead or paralyzedAfore my hands done it.Oh, my God, what shall I do!No, Sir, ther ain't no extenuatin' circumstances,An' I don't want none.I want a bolt o' lightnin'To strike me dead right now!Oh, I'll tell yer.But it won't make no diff'rence.Nothin' will.Yes, I killed him.Why do yer make me say it?It's cruel! Cruel!I killed him because o' th' silence.The long, long silence,That watched all around me,And he wouldn't break it.I tried to make him,Time an' agin,But he was terrible taciturn, Ed was.He never spoke 'cept when he had to,An' then he'd only say "yes" and "no".You can't even guess what that silence was.I'd hear it whisperin' in my ears,An' I got frightened, 'twas so thick,An' al'ays comin' back.Ef Ed would ha' talked sometimesIt would ha' driven it away;But he never would.He didn't hear it same as I did.You see, Sir,Our farm was off'n the main road,And set away back under the mountain;And the village was seven mile off,Measurin' after you'd got out o' our lane.We didn't have no hired man,'Cept in hayin' time;An' Dane's place,That was the nearest,Was clear way 'tother side the mountain.They used Marley post-officeAn' ours was Benton.Ther was a cart-track took yer to Dane's in Summer,An' it warn't above two mile that way,But it warn't never broke out Winters.I used to dread the Winters.Seem's ef I couldn't abear to see the golden-rod bloomin';Winter'd come so quick after that.You don't know what snow's like when yer with itDay in an' day out.Ed would be out all day loggin',An' I set at home and look at the snowLayin' over everythin';It 'ud dazzle me blind,Till it warn't white any more, but black as ink.Then the quiet 'ud commence rushin' past my earsTill I most went mad listenin' to it.Many's the time I've dropped a pan on the floorJest to hear it clatter.I was most frantic when dinner-time comeAn' Ed was back from the woods.I'd ha' give my soul to hear him speak.But he'd never say a word till I asked himDid he like the raised biscuits or whatever,An' then sometimes he'd jest nod his answer.Then he'd go out agin,An' I'd watch him from the kitchin winder.It seemed the woods come marchin' out to meet himAn' the trees 'ud press round him an' hustle him.I got so I was scared o' th' trees.I thought they come nearer,Every day a little nearer,Closin' up round the house.I never went in t' th' woods Winters,Though in Summer I liked 'em well enough.It warn't so bad when my little boy was with us.He used to go sleddin' and skatin',An' every day his father fetched him to school in the pungAn' brought him back agin.We scraped an' scraped fer Neddy,We wanted him to have a education.We sent him to High School,An' then he went up to Boston to Technology.He was a minin' engineer,An' doin' real well,A credit to his bringin' up.But his very first position ther was an explosion in the mine.And I'm glad! I'm glad!He ain't here to see me now.Neddy! Neddy!I'm your mother still, Neddy.Don't turn from me like that.I can't abear it. I can't! I can't!What did you say?Oh, yes, Sir.I'm here.I'm very sorry,I don't know what I'm sayin'.No, Sir,Not till after Neddy died.'Twas the next Winter the silence come,I don't remember noticin' it afore.That was five year ago,An' it's been gittin' worse an' worse.I asked Ed to put in a telephone.I thought ef I felt the whisperin' comin' onI could ring up some o' th' folks.But Ed wouldn't hear of it.He said we'd paid so much for NeddyWe couldn't hardly git along as 'twas.An' he never understood me wantin' to talk.Well, this year was worse'n all the others;We had a terrible spell o' stormy weather,An' the snow lay so thickYou couldn't see the fences even.Out o' doors was as flat as the palm o' my hand,Ther warn't a hump or a hollerFer as you could see.It was so quietThe snappin' o' the branches back in the wood-lotSounded like pistol shots.Ed was out all daySame as usual.An' it seemed he talked less'n ever.He didn't even say 'Good-mornin'', once or twice,An' jest nodded or shook his head when I asked him things.On Monday he said he'd got to go over to BentonFer some oats.I'd oughter ha' gone with him,But 'twas washin' dayAn' I was afeared the fine weather'd break,An' I couldn't do my dryin'.All my life I'd done my work punctual,An' I couldn't fix my conscienceTo go junketin' on a washin'-day.I can't tell you what that day was to me.It dragged an' dragged,Fer ther warn't no Ed ter break it in the middleFer dinner.Every time I stopped stirrin' the waterI heerd the whisperin' all about me.I stopped oftener'n I shouldTo see ef 'twas still ther,An' it al'ays was.An' gittin' louderIt seemed ter me.Once I threw up the winder to feel the wind.That seemed most alive somehow.But the woods looked so kind of menacin'I closed it quickAn' started to mangle's hard's I could,The squeakin' was comfortin'.Well, Ed come home 'bout four.I seen him down the road,An' I run out through the shed inter th' barnTo meet him quicker.I hollered out, 'Hullo!'But he didn't say nothin',He jest drove right inAn' climbed out o' th' sleighAn' commenced unharnessin'.I asked him a heap o' questions;Who he'd seedAn' what he'd done.Once in a while he'd nod or shake,But most o' th' time he didn't do nothin'.'Twas gittin' dark then,An' I was in a state,With the lonelinessAn' Ed payin' no attentionLike somethin' warn't livin'.All of a sudden it come,I don't know what,But I jest couldn't stand no more.It didn't seem 's though that was Ed,An' it didn't seem as though I was me.I had to break a way out somehow,Somethin' was closin' inAn' I was stiflin'.Ed's loggin' axe was ther,An' I took it.Oh, my God!I can't see nothin' else afore me all the time.I run out inter th' woods,Seemed as ef they was pullin' me;An' all the time I was wadin' through the snowI seed Ed in front of meWhere I'd laid him.An' I see him now.There! There!What you holdin' me fer?I want ter go to Ed,He's bleedin'.Stop holdin' me.I got to go.I'm comin', Ed.I'll be ther in a minit.Oh, I'm so tired!(Faints)