His thin laughter pierced the darkness softlyabove
the droning creak of the wooden porch-swing.
She did notknow that every boy, caged in from
confession by his fear, is tohimself a monster.
Eaton remained a moment to laugh with the
CityEditor.
Once he hadknocked a sub-pressman down for sitting
in his chair.
My youngest, my oldest, final bitter fruit, O dark
ofsoul, O far and lonely, where?
For a time he gave the widow smallsums of money,
and forgot the rent.
Eugene choked in faint hiccoughs and began to slide
gently down thekitchen-washroom door jamb. She had good features,soft oaken hair,
blue eyes, a little bleared. Shell tell this all over town, she
announced.
He listened withconstricted face to Elizas
admonition. Her mouth worked silentlyat attempted speech for a moment. In a moment,
save for her hose, she stood naked before him.
There was a bubbling pot of cabbage and sliced fat
pork upon thestove. He did not pause to get hisbreath until he came to the edge of
the market square.
Helen turned furiously upon Gant and shook him. She
laughed with acomfortable, happy chuckle.
Light fell hopefuly upon the swarthygreasiness of
George Chakales, nightman of the Athens Cafe.
Then deeper song,fiend-throated,
wind-shod.
Eliza shook her head portentously for several
moments. Do you know that the greatest tribute toShakespeares genius is from his
hand? You dont see any Society Belles around here, do you?
Margaret Leonard sighed with gentle
laughter.
He knew nothing of the Elizabethan drama beyond
Shakespearesplays.