carson mccullers - the heart is a lonely hunter-第24部分

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he　won't　ever　knock　on　that　door　again。'　
'Look；　Baby；'　Biff　said　quickly。　He　laced　his　fingers　and　held　
up　his　hands。　〃This　is　the　church　and　this　is　the　steeple。　Open　
the　door　and　here　are　God's　people。'　
Lucile　shook　her　head。　'You　don't　have　to　bother　about　Baby。　I　
tell　her　everything。　She　knows　about　the　whole　mess　from　A　
to　Z。'　


〃Then　if　he　comes　back　you'll　let　him　stay　here　and　sponge　on　
you　just　as　long　as　he　pleases—like　it　was　before？'　
'Yeah。　I　guess　I　would。　Every　time　the　doorbell　or　the　phone　
rings；　every　time　anybody　steps　up　on　the　porch；　something　in　
the　back　of　my　mind　thinks　about　that　man。'　Biff　spread　out　
the　palms　of　his　hands。　'There　you　are。'　The　clock　struck　two。　
The　room　was　very　close　and　hot。　Baby　turned　another　
handspring　and　made　a　split　again　on　the　waxed　floor。　Then　
Biff　took　her　up　into　his　lap。　Her　little　legs　dangled　against　his　
shin。　She　unbuttoned　his　vest　and　burrowed　her　face　into　him。　
'Listen；'　Lucile　said。　'If　I　ask　you　a　question　will　you　promise　
to　answer　me　the　truth？'　'Sure。'　
'No　matter　what　it　is？'　
Biff　touched　Baby's　soft　gold　hair　and　laid　his　hand　gently　on　
the　side　of　her　little　head。　'Of　course。'　
'It　was　about　seven　years　ago。　Soon　after　we　was　married　the　
first　time。　And　he　came　in　one　night　from　your　place　with　big　
knots　all　over　his　head　and　told　me　you　caught　him　by　the　
neck　and　banged　his　head　against　the　side　of　the　wall。　He　
made　up　some　tale　about　why　you　did　it；　but　I　want　to　know　
the　real　reason。'　
Biff　turned　the　wedding　ring　on　his　finger。　I　just　never　did　like　
Leroy；　and　we　had　a　fight　In　those　days　I　was　different　from　
now。'　
〃No。　There　was　some　definite　thing　you　did　that　for。　We　been　
knowing　each　other　a　pretty　long　time；　and　I　understand　by　
now　that　you　got　a　real　reason　for　every　single　thing　you　ever　
do。　Your　mind　runs　by　reasons　instead　of　just　wants。　Now；　
you　promised　you'd　tell　me　what　it　was；　and　I　want　to　know。'　
'It　wouldn't　mean　anything　now/　'I　tell　you　I　got　to　know。'　
'All　right；'　Biff　said。　'He　came　in　that　night　and　started　
drinking；　and　when　he　was　drunk　he　shot　off　his　mouth　about　
you。　He　said　he　would　come　home　about　once　a　month　and　
beat　hell　out　of　you　and　you　would　take　it。　But　then　afterward　
you　would　step　outside　in　the　hall　and　laugh　aloud　a　few　times　
so　that　the　neighbors　in　the　other　rooms　would　think　you　both　
had　just　been　playing　around110　

and　it　had　all　been　a　joke。　That's　what　happened；　so　just　forget　
about　it'　


Lucile　sat　up　straight　and　there　was　a　red　spot　on　each　of　her　
cheeks。　'You　see；　Bartholomew；　that's　why　I　got　to　be　like　I　
have　blinders　on　all　the　time　so　as　not　to　think　backward　or　
sideways。　All　I　can　let　my　mind　stay　on　is　going　to　work　every　
day　and　fixing　three　meals　here　at　home　and　Baby's　career。'　
'Yes。'　
'I　hope　you'll　do　that　too；　and　not　start　thinking　backward。'　
Biff　leaned　his　head　down　on　his　chest　and　closed　his　eyes。　
During　the　whole　long　day　he　had　not　been　able　to　think　of　
Alice。　When　he　tried　to　remember　her　face　there　was　a　queer　
blankness　in　him。　The　only　thing　about　her　that　was　clear　in　
his　mind　was　her　feet—stumpy；　very　soft　and　white　with　puffy　
toes。　The　bottoms　were　pink　and　near　the　left　heel　there　was　a　
tiny　brown　mole。　The　night　they　were　married　he　had　taken　
off　her　shoes　and　stockings　and　kissed　her　feet。　And；　come　to　
think　of　it；　that　was　worth　considerable；　because　the　Japanese　
believe　that　the　choicest　part　of　a　woman
Biff　stirred　and　glanced　at　his　watch。　In　a　little　while　they　
would　leave　for　the　church　where　the　funeral　would　be　held。　
In　his　mind　he　went　through　the　motions　of　the　ceremony。　The　
church—riding；　dirge…paced　behind　the　hearse　with　Lucile　and　
Baby—the　group　of　people　stand…'　ing　with　bowed　heads　in　
the　September　sunshine。　Sun　on　。　the　white　tombstones；　on　
the　fading　flowers　and　the　can…　1　vas　tent　covering　the　newly　
dug　grave。　Then　home　again　'　—and　what？　
'No　matter　how　much　you　quarrel　there's　something　about　
your　own　blood　sister；'　Lucile　said。　
Biff　raised　his　head。　'Why　don't　you　marry　again？　Some　nice　
young　man　who's　never　had　a　wife　before；　who　would　take　
care　of　you　and　Baby？　If　you'd　just　forget　about　Leroy　you　
would　make　a　good　man　a　fine　wife。'　
Lucile　was　slow　to　answer。　Then　finally　she　said：　*You　know　
how　we　always　been—we　nearly　all　the　time　understand　each　
other　pretty　well　without　any　kind　of　throbs　either　way。　Well；　
that's　the　closest　I　ever　want　to　be　to　any　man　again。'

　111　
1　feel　the　same　way；'　Biff　said。　
Half　an　hour　later　there　was　a　knock　on　the　door。　The　car　for　
the　funeral　was　parked　before　the　house。　Biff　and　Lucile　got　
up　slowly。　The　three　of　them；　with　Baby　in　her　white　silk　


dress　a　little　ahead；　walked　in　solemn　quietness　outside。　
Biff　kept　the　restaurant　closed　during　the　next　day。　Then　in　
the　early　evening　he　removed　the　faded　wreath　of　lilies　from　
the　front　door　and　opened　the　place　for　business　again。　Old　
customers　came　in　with　sad　faces　and　talked　with　him　a　few　
minutes　by　the　cash　register　before　giving　their　orders。　The　
usual　crowd　was　present—Singer；　Blount；　various　men　who　
worked　in　stores　along　the　block　and　in　the　mills　down　on　the　
river。　After　supper　Mick　Kelly　showed　up　with　her　little　
brother　and　put　a　nickel　into　the　slot　machine。　When　she　lost　
the　first　coin　she　banged　on　the　machine　with　her　fists　and　
kept　opening　the　receiver　to　be　sure　that　nothing　had　come　
down。　Then　she　put　in　another　nickel　and　almost　won　the　
jackpot。　Coins　came　clattering　out　and　rolled　along　the　floor。　
The　kid　and　her　little　brother　both　kept　looking　around　pretty　
sharp　as　they　picked　them　up；　so　that　no　customer　would　put　
his　foot　on　one　before　they　could　get　to　it　The　mute　was　at　the　
table　in　the　middle　of　the　room　with　his　dinner　before　him。　
Across　from　him　Jake　Blount　sat　drinking　beer；　dressed　in　his　
Sunday　clothes；　and　talking。　Everything　was　the　same　as　it　had　
always　been　before。　After　a　while　the　air　became　gray　with　
cigarette　smoke　and　the　noise　increased。　Biff　was　alert；　and　no　
sound　or　movement　escaped　him。　
'I　go　around；'　Blount　said。　He　leaned　earnestly　across　the　table　
and　kept　his　eyes　on　the　mute's　face。　'I　go　all　around　and　try　to　
tell　them。　And　they　laugh。　I　can't　make　them　understand　
anything。　No　matter　what　I　say　I　can't　seem　to　make　them　see；　
the　truth。'　
Singer　nodded　and　wiped　his　mouth　with　his　napkin。　His　
dinner　had　got　cold　because　he　couldn't　look　down　to　eat；　but　
he　was　so　polite　that　he　let　Blount　go　on　talking。　The　words　of　
the　two　children　at　the　slot　machine　were　high　and　clear　
against　the　coarser　voices　of　the　men。　Mick　was　putting　her　
nickels　back　into　the　slot。　Often　she　looked　around　at　the　
middle　table；　but　the　mute　had　his　back　turned　to　her　and　did　
not　see。112　

'Mister　Singer's　got　fried　chicken　for　his　supper　and　he　hasn't　
eaten　one　piece　yet；'　the　little　boy　said。　
Mick　pulled　down　the　lever　of　the　machine　very　slowly。　'Mind　


your　own　business。'　
'You're　always　going　up　to　his　room　or　some　place　where　you　
know　he'll　be。'　
'I　told　you　to　hush；　Bubber　Kelly。'　
'You　do。'　
Mick　shook　him　until　his　teeth　rattled　and　turned　him　around　
toward　the　door。　'You　go　on　home　to　bed。　I　already　told　you　I　
get　a　bellyful　of　you　and　Ralph　in　the　daytime；　and　I　don't　
want　you　hanging　around　me　at　night　when　I'm　supposed　to　be　
free。'　
Bubber　held　out　bis　grimy　little　hand。　Well；　give　me　a　nickel；　
then。'　When　he　had　put　the　money　in　his　shirt　pocket　he　left　
for　home。　
Biff　straightened　his　coat　and　smoothed　back　his　hair。　His　tie　
was　solid　black；　and　on　the　sleeve　of　his　gray　coat　there　was　
the　mourning　band　that　he　had　sewn　there。　He　wanted　to　go　up　
to　the　slot　machine　and　talk　with　Mick；　but　something　would　
not　let　him。　He　sucked　in　his　breath　sharply　and　drank　a　glass　
of　water。　A　dance　orchestra　came　in　on　the　radio；　but　he　did　
not　want　to　listen。　All　the　tunes　in　the　last　ten　years　were　so　
alike　he　couldn't　tell　one　from　the　other。　Since　1928　he　had　
not　enjoyed　music。　Yet　when　he　was　young　he　used　to　play　
the　mandolin；　and　he　knew　the　words　and　the　melody　of　every　
current　song。　
He　laid　his　finger　on　the　side　of　his　nose　and　cocked　his　head　
to　one　side。　Mick　had　grown　so　much　in　the　past　year　that　
soon　she　would　be　taller　than　he　was。　She　was　dressed　in　the　
red　sweater　and　blue　pleated　skirt　she　had　worn　every　day　
since　school　started。　Now　the　pleats　had　come　out　and　the　hem　
dragged　loose　around　her　sharp；　jutting　knees。　She　was　at　the　
age　when　she　looked　as　much　like　an　overgrown　boy　as　a　girl。　
And　on　that　subject　why　was　it　that　the　smartest　people　mostly　
missed　that　point？　By　nature　all　people　are　of　both　sexes。　So　
that　marriage　and　the　bed　is　not　all　by　any　means。　The　proof？　
Real　youth　and　old　age。　Because　often　old　men's　voices　grow　
high　and　reedy　and　they　take　on　a　mincing　walk。　And　old　
women　sometimes　grow　fat　and　their　voices　get　rough　and　
deep　and　they　grow　dark　little　mustaches。　And　he　even　proved

　113　it　himself—the　part　of　him　that　sometimes　almost　wished　
he　was　a　mother　and　that　Mick　and　Baby　were　his　kids。　


Abruptly　Biff　turned　from　the　cash　register。　
The　newspapers　were　in　a　mess。　For　two　weeks　he　hadn't　filed　
a　single　one。　He　lifted　a　stack　of　them　from　under　the　counter。　
With　a　practiced　eye　he　glanced　from　the　masthead　to　the　
bottom　of　the　sheet。　Tomorrow　he　would　look　over　the　stacks　
of　them　in　the　back　room　and　see　about　changing　the　system　
of　files。　Build　shelves　and　use　those　solid　boxes　canned　goods　
were　shipped　in　for　drawers。　Chronologically　from　October　
27；1918；　on　up　to　the　present　date。　With　folders　and　top　
markings　outlining　historical　events。　Three　sets　of　outlines—　
one　international　beginning　with　the　Armistice　and　leading　
through　the　Munich　aftermath；　the　second　national；　the　third　
all　the　local　dope　from　the　time　Mayor　Lester　shot　his　wife　at　
the　country　club　up　to　the　Hudson　Mill　fire。　Everything　for　the　
past　twenty　years　docketed　and　outlined　and　complete。　Biff　
beamed　quietly　behind　his　hand　as　he　rubbed　his　jaw。　And　yet　
Alice　had　wanted　him　to