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nd　looked　with　amaze…　ment　at　the　quiet　inexpressive　hands　of　other　men　who　worked　beside　him　in　the　fields；　or　passed；　driving　sleepy　teams　on　country　roads。

When　he　talked　to　George　Willard；　Wing　Bid…　dlebaum　closed　his　fists　and　beat　with　them　upon　a　table　or　on　the　walls　of　his　house。　　The　action　made　him　more　comfortable。　　If　the　desire　to　talk　came　to　him　when　the　two　were　walking　in　the　fields；　he　sought　out　a　stump　or　the　top　board　of　a　fence　and　with　his　hands　pounding　busily　talked　with　re…　newed　ease。

The　story　of　Wing　Biddlebaum's　hands　is　worth　a　book　in　itself。　　Sympathetically　set　forth　it　would　tap　many　strange；　beautiful　qualities　in　obscure　men。　　It　is　a　job　for　a　poet。　　In　Winesburg　the　hands　had　attracted　attention　merely　because　of　their　activity。　With　them　Wing　Biddlebaum　had　picked　as　high　as　a　hundred　and　forty　quarts　of　strawberries　in　a　day。　They　became　his　distinguishing　feature；　the　source　of　his　fame。　　Also　they　made　more　grotesque　an　al…　ready　grotesque　and　elusive　individuality。　　Wines…　burg　was　proud　of　the　hands　of　Wing　Biddlebaum　in　the　same　spirit　in　which　it　was　proud　of　Banker　White's　new　stone　house　and　Wesley　Moyer's　bay　stallion；　Tony　Tip；　that　had　won　the　two…fifteen　trot　at　the　fall　races　in　Cleveland。

As　for　George　Willard；　he　had　many　times　wanted　to　ask　about　the　hands。　　At　times　an　almost　over…　whelming　curiosity　had　taken　hold　of　him。　　He　felt　that　there　must　be　a　reason　for　their　strange　activity　and　their　inclination　to　keep　hidden　away　and　only　a　growing　respect　for　Wing　Biddlebaum　kept　him　from　blurting　out　the　questions　that　were　often　in　his　mind。

Once　he　had　been　on　the　point　of　asking。　　The　two　were　walking　in　the　fields　on　a　summer　afternoon　and　had　stopped　to　sit　upon　a　grassy　bank。　　All　after…　noon　Wing　Biddlebaum　had　talked　as　one　inspired。　By　a　fence　he　had　stopped　and　beating　like　a　giant　woodpecker　upon　the　top　board　had　shouted　at　George　Willard；　condemning　his　tendency　to　be　too　much　influenced　by　the　people　about　him；　〃You　are　destroying　yourself；〃　he　cried。　　〃You　have　the　incli…　nation　to　be　alone　and　to　dream　and　you　are　afraid　of　dreams。　　You　want　to　be　like　others　in　town　here。　You　hear　them　talk　and　you　try　to　imitate　them。〃

On　the　grassy　bank　Wing　Biddlebaum　had　tried　again　to　drive　his　point　home。　　His　voice　became　soft　and　reminiscent；　and　with　a　sigh　of　contentment　he　launched　into　a　long　rambling　talk；　speaking　as　one　lost　in　a　dream。

Out　of　the　dream　Wing　Biddlebaum　made　a　pic…　ture　for　George　Willard。　　In　the　picture　men　lived　again　in　a　kind　of　pastoral　golden　age。　　Across　a　green　open　country　came　clean…limbed　young　men；　some　afoot；　some　mounted　upon　horses。　　In　crowds　the　young　men　came　to　gather　about　the　feet　of　an　old　man　who　sat　beneath　a　tree　in　a　tiny　garden　and　who　talked　to　them。

Wing　Biddlebaum　became　wholly　inspired。　　For　once　he　forgot　the　hands。　　Slowly　they　stole　forth　and　lay　upon　George　Willard's　shoulders。　　Some…　thing　new　and　bold　came　into　the　voice　that　talked。　〃You　must　try　to　forget　all　you　have　learned；〃　said　the　old　man。　　〃You　must　begin　to　dream。　　From　this　time　on　you　must　shut　your　ears　to　the　roaring　of　the　voices。〃

Pausing　in　his　speech；　Wing　Biddlebaum　looked　long　and　earnestly　at　George　Willard。　　His　eyes　glowed。　　Again　he　raised　the　hands　to　caress　the　boy　and　then　a　look　of　horror　swept　over　his　face。

With　a　convulsive　movement　of　his　body；　Wing　Biddlebaum　sprang　to　his　feet　and　thrust　his　hands　deep　into　his　trousers　pockets。　　Tears　came　to　his　eyes。　　〃I　must　be　getting　along　home。　　I　can　talk　no　more　with　you；〃　he　said　nervously。

Without　looking　back；　the　old　man　had　hurried　down　the　hillside　and　across　a　meadow；　leaving　George　Willard　perplexed　and　frightened　upon　the　grassy　slope。　　With　a　shiver　of　dread　the　boy　arose　and　went　along　the　road　toward　town。　　〃I'll　not　ask　him　about　his　hands；〃　he　thought；　touched　by　the　memory　of　the　terror　he　had　seen　in　the　man's　eyes。　〃There's　something　wrong；　but　I　don't　want　to　know　what　it　is。　　His　hands　have　something　to　do　with　his　fear　of　me　and　of　everyone。〃

And　George　Willard　was　right。　　Let　us　look　briefly　into　the　story　of　the　hands。　　Perhaps　our　talking　of　them　will　arouse　the　poet　who　will　tell　the　hidden　wonder　story　of　the　influence　for　which　the　hands　were　but　fluttering　pennants　of　promise。

In　his　youth　Wing　Biddlebaum　had　been　a　school　teacher　in　a　town　in　Pennsylvania。　　He　was　not　then　known　as　Wing　Biddlebaum；　but　went　by　the　less　euphonic　name　of　Adolph　Myers。　　As　Adolph　Myers　he　was　much　loved　by　the　boys　of　his　school。

Adolph　Myers　was　meant　by　nature　to　be　a　teacher　of　youth。　　He　was　one　of　those　rare；　little…　understood　men　who　rule　by　a　power　so　gentle　that　it　passes　as　a　lovable　weakness。　　In　their　feeling　for　the　boys　under　their　charge　such　men　are　not　unlike　the　finer　sort　of　women　in　their　love　of　men。

And　yet　that　is　but　crudely　stated。　　It　needs　the　poet　there。　　With　the　boys　of　his　school；　Adolph　Myers　had　walked　in　the　evening　or　had　sat　talking　until　dusk　upon　the　schoolhouse　steps　lost　in　a　kind　of　dream。　　Here　and　there　went　his　hands；　caressing　the　shoulders　of　the　boys；　playing　about　the　tousled　heads。　　As　he　talked　his　voice　became　soft　and　musi…　cal。　　There　was　a　caress　in　that　also。　　In　a　way　the　voice　and　the　hands；　the　stroking　of　the　shoulders　and　the　touching　of　the　hair　were　a　part　of　the　schoolmaster's　effort　to　carry　a　dream　into　the　young　minds。　　By　the　caress　that　was　in　his　fingers　he　ex…　pressed　himself。　　He　was　one　of　those　men　in　whom　the　force　that　creates　life　is　diffused；　not　centralized。　Under　the　caress　of　his　hands　doubt　and　disbelief　went　out　of　the　minds　of　the　boys　and　they　began　also　to　dream。

And　then　the　tragedy。　　A　half…witted　boy　of　the　school　became　enamored　of　the　young　master。　　In　his　bed　at　night　he　imagined　unspeakable　things　and　in　the　morning　went　forth　to　tell　his　dreams　as　facts。　Strange；　hideous　accusations　fell　from　his　loose…　hung　lips。　　Through　the　Pennsylvania　town　went　a　shiver。　　Hidden；　shadowy　doubts　that　had　been　in　men's　minds　concerning　Adolph　Myers　were　galva…　nized　into　beliefs。

The　tragedy　did　not　linger。　　Trembling　lads　were　jerked　out　of　bed　and　questioned。　　〃He　put　his　arms　about　me；〃　said　one。　　〃His　fingers　were　always　play…　ing　in　my　hair；〃　said　another。

One　afternoon　a　man　of　the　town；　Henry　Brad…　ford；　who　kept　a　saloon；　came　to　the　schoolhouse　door。　　Calling　Adolph　Myers　into　the　school　yard　he　began　to　beat　him　with　his　fists。　　As　his　hard　knuck…　les　beat　down　into　the　frightened　face　of　the　school…　master；　his　wrath　became　more　and　more　terrible。　Screaming　with　dismay；　the　children　ran　here　and　there　like　disturbed　insects。　　〃I'll　teach　you　to　put　your　hands　on　my　boy；　you　beast；〃　roared　the　sa…　loon　keeper；　who；　tired　of　beating　the　master；　had　begun　to　kick　him　about　the　yard。

Adolph　Myers　was　driven　from　the　Pennsylvania　town　in　the　night。　　With　lanterns　in　their　hands　a　dozen　men　came　to　the　door　of　the　house　where　he　lived　alone　and　commanded　that　he　dress　and　come　forth。　　It　was　raining　and　one　of　the　men　had　a　rope　in　his　hands。　　They　had　intended　to　hang　the　school…　master；　but　something　in　his　figure；　so　small；　white；　and　pitiful；　touched　their　hearts　and　they　let　him　escape。　　As　he　ran　away　into　the　darkness　they　re…　pented　of　their　weakness　and　ran　after　him；　swear…　ing　and　throwing　sticks　and　great　balls　of　soft　mud　at　the　figure　that　screamed　and　ran　faster　and　faster　into　the　darkness。

For　twenty　years　Adolph　Myers　had　lived　alone　in　Winesburg。　　He　was　but　forty　but　looked　sixty…　five。　　The　name　of　Biddlebaum　he　got　from　a　box　of　goods　seen　at　a　freight　station　as　he　hurried　through　an　eastern　Ohio　town。　　He　had　an　aunt　in　Wines…　burg；　a　black…toothed　old　woman　who　raised　chick…　ens；　and　with　her　he　lived　until　she　died。　　He　had　been　ill　for　a　year　after　the　experience　in　Pennsylva…　nia；　and　after　his　recovery　worked　as　a　day　laborer　in　the　fields；　going　timidly　about　and　striving　to　con…　ceal　his　hands。　　Although　he　did　not　understand　what　had　happened　he　felt　that　the　hands　must　be　to　blame。　　Again　and　again　the　fathers　of　the　boys　had　talked　of　the　hands。　　〃Keep　your　hands　to　your…　self；〃　the　saloon　keeper　had　roared；　dancing；　with　fury　in　the　schoolhouse　yard。

Upon　the　veranda　of　his　house　by　the　ravine；　Wing　Biddlebaum　continued　to　walk　up　and　down　until　the　sun　had　disappeared　and　the　road　beyond　the　field　was　lost　in　the　grey　shadows。　　Going　into　his　house　he　cut　slices　of　bread　and　spread　honey　upon　them。　　When　the　rumble　of　the　evening　train　that　took　away　the　express　cars　loaded　with　the　day's　harvest　of　berries　had　passed　and　restored　the　silence　of　the　summer　night；　he　went　again　to　walk　upon　the　veranda。　　In　the　darkness　he　could　not　see　the　hands　and　they　became　quiet。　　Although　he　still　hungered　for　the　presence　of　the　boy；　who　was　the　medium　through　which　he　expressed　his　love　of　man；　the　hunger　became　again　a　part　of　his　loneli…　ness　and　his　waiting。　　Lighting　a　lamp；　Wing　Bid…　dlebaum　washed　the　few　dishes　soiled　by　his　simple　meal　and；　setting　up　a　folding　cot　by　the　screen　door　that　led　to　the　porch；　prepared　to　undress　for　the　night。　　A　few　stray　white　bread　crumbs　lay　on　the　cleanly　washed　floor　by　the　table；　putting　the　lamp　upon　a　low　stool　he　began　to　pick　up　the　crumbs；　carrying　them　to　his　mouth　one　　by　one　with　unbe…　lievable　rapidity。　　In　the　dense　blotch　of　light　beneath　the　table；　the　kneeling　figure　looked　like　a　priest　engaged　in　some　service　of　his　church。　　The　nervous　expressive　fingers；　flashing　in　and　out　of　the　light；　might　well　have　been　mistaken　for　the　fingers　of　the　devotee　going　swiftly　through　decade　after　decade　of　his　rosary。



PAPER　PILLS

HE　WAS　AN　old　man　with　a　white　beard　and　huge　nose　and　hands。　　Long　before　the　time　during　which　we　will　know　him；　he　was　a　doctor　and　drove　a　jaded　white　horse　from　house　to　house　through　the　streets　of　Winesburg。　　Later　he　married　a　girl　who　had　money。　　She　had　been　left　a　large　fertile　farm　when　her　father　died。　　The　girl　was　quiet；　tall；　and　dark；　and　to　many　people　she　seemed　very　beauti…　ful。　　Everyone　in　Winesburg　wondered　why　she　mar…　ried　the　doctor。　　Within　a　year　after　the　marriage　she　died。

The　knuckles　of　the　doctor's