American Tragedy 美国悲剧 chapter 3

One of the things that served to darken Clyde's mood just about the time when he was seeking some practicalsolution for himself, to say nothing of its profoundly disheartening effect on the Griffiths family as a whole, wasthe fact that his sister Esta, in whom he took no little interest (although they really had very little in common),ran away from home with an actor who happened to be playing in Kansas City and who took a passing fancy forher.

 

The truth in regard to Esta was that in spite of her guarded up-bringing, and the seeming religious and moralfervor which at times appeared to characterize her, she was just a sensuous ¹, weak girl who did not by any meansknow yet what she thought. Despite the atmosphere in which she moved, essentially ² she was not of it. Like thelarge majority of those who profess ³ and daily repeat the dogmas and creeds ⁴ of the world, she had come into herpractices and imagined attitude so insensibly from her earliest childhood on, that up to this time, and even later,she did not know the meaning of it all. For the necessity of thought had been obviated ⁵ by advice and law, or "revealed" truth, and so long as other theories or situations and impulses of an external or even internal, characterdid not arise to clash with these, she was safe enough. Once they did, however, it was a foregone conclusion thather religious notions, not being grounded on any conviction or temperamental bias ⁶ of her own, were not likely towithstand the shock. So that all the while, and not unlike her brother Clyde, her thoughts as well as her emotionswere wandering here and there -- to love, to comfort -- to things which in the main had little, if anything, to dowith any self-abnegating and self-immolating religious theory. Within her was a chemism of dreams whichsomehow counteracted ⁷ all they had to say.

 

Yet she had neither Clyde's force, nor, on the other hand, his resistance. She was in the main a drifter, with avague yearning ⁸ toward pretty dresses, hats, shoes, ribbons and the like, and super-imposed above this, thereligious theory or notion that she should not be. There were the long bright streets of a morning and afternoonafter school or of an evening. The charm of certain girls swinging along together, arms locked, secrets a-whispering, or that of boys, clownish, yet revealing through their bounding ridiculous animality the force andmeaning of that chemistry and urge toward mating which lies back of all youthful thought and action. And in herself, as from time to time she observed lovers or flirtation-seekers who lingered at street corners or aboutdoorways, and who looked at her in a longing ⁹ and seeking way, there was a stirring, a nerve plasm palpitationthat spoke ¹⁰ loudly for all the seemingly material things of life, not for the thin pleasantries of heaven.

 

And the glances drilled her like an invisible ray, for she was pleasing to look at and was growing more attractivehourly. And the moods in others awakened ¹¹ responsive moods in her, those rearranging chemisms upon which allthe morality or immorality ¹² of the world is based.

 

And then one day, as she was coming home from school, a youth of that plausible ¹³ variety known as "masher" engaged her in conversation, largely because of a look and a mood which seemed to invite it. And there was littleto stay her, for she was essentially yielding, if not amorous ¹⁴. Yet so great had been her home drilling as to theneed of modesty ¹⁵, circumspection ¹⁶, purity and the like, that on this occasion at least there was no danger of anyimmediate lapse ¹⁷. Only this attack once made, others followed, were accepted, or not so quickly fled from, and bydegrees, these served to break down that wall of reserve which her home training had served to erect ¹⁹. Shebecame secretive and hid her ways from her parents.

 

Youths occasionally walked and talked with her in spite of herself. They demolished ²⁰ that excessive shynesswhich had been hers, and which had served to put others aside for a time at least. She wished for other contacts-dreamedof some bright, gay, wonderful love of some kind, with some one.

 

Finally, after a slow but vigorous internal growth of mood and desire, there came this actor, one of those vain,handsome, animal personalities ²¹, all clothes and airs, but no morals (no taste, no courtesy or real tenderness even), but of compelling magnetism ²², who was able within the space of one brief week and a few meetings to completelybefuddle and enmesh her so that she was really his to do with as he wished. And the truth was that he scarcelycared for her at all. To him, dull as he was, she was just another girl -- fairly pretty, obviously sensuous andinexperienced, a silly who could be taken by a few soft words -- a show of seemingly sincere affection, talk of theopportunity of a broader, freer life on the road, in other great cities, as his wife.

 

And yet his words were those of a lover who would be true forever. All she had to do, as he explained to her, wasto come away with him and be his bride, at once -- now. Delay was so vain when two such as they had met. Therewas difficulty about marriage here, which he could not explain -- it related to friends -- but in St. Louis he had apreacher friend who would wed ¹⁸ them. She was to have new and better clothes than she had ever known,delicious adventures, love. She would travel with him and see the great world. She would never need to troublemore about anything save him; and while it was truth to her -- the verbal surety of a genuine passion -- to him itwas the most ancient and serviceable type of blarney, often used before and often successful.#p#分页标题#e#

 

In a single week then, at odd hours, morning, afternoon and night, this chemic witchery was accomplished ²⁴.

 

Coming home rather late one Saturday night in April from a walk which he had taken about the business heart, inorder to escape the regular Saturday night mission services, Clyde found his mother and father worried about thewhereabouts of Esta. She had played and sung as usual at this meeting. And all had seemed all right with her.

 

After the meeting she had gone to her room, saying that she was not feeling very well and was going to bedearly. But by eleven o'clock, when Clyde returned, her mother had chanced to look into her room and discoveredthat she was not there nor anywhere about the place. A certain bareness in connection with the room -- some trinkets and dresses removed, an old and familiar suitcase gone -- had first attracted her mother's attention. Thenthe house search proving that she was not there, Asa had gone outside to look up and down the street. Shesometimes walked out alone, or sat or stood in front of the mission during its idle or closed hours.

 

This search revealing nothing, Clyde and he had walked to a corner, then along Missouri Avenue. No Esta. Attwelve they returned and after that, naturally, the curiosity in regard to her grew momentarily sharper.

 

At first they assumed that she might have taken an unexplained walk somewhere, but as twelve-thirty, and finallyone, and one-thirty, passed, and no Esta, they were about to notify the police, when Clyde, going into her room,saw a note pinned to the pillow of her small wooden bed -- a missive that had escaped the eye of his mother. Atonce he went to it, curious and comprehending, for he had often wondered in what way, assuming that he everwished to depart surreptitiously, he would notify his parents, for he knew they would never countenance ²⁵ hisdeparture unless they were permitted to supervise it in every detail. And now here was Esta missing, and herewas undoubtedly ²⁷ some such communication as he might have left. He picked it up, eager to read it, but at thatmoment his mother came into the room and, seeing it in his hand, exclaimed: "What's that? A note? Is it fromher?" He surrendered it and she unfolded it, reading it quickly. He noted ²⁸ that her strong broad face, alwaystanned a reddish brown, blanched ²⁹ as she turned away toward the outer room. Her biggish mouth was now set in afirm, straight line. Her large, strong hand shook the least bit as it held the small note aloft.

 

"Asa!" she called, and then tramping into the next room where he was, his frizzled grayish hair curlingdistractedly above his round head, she said: "Read this."Clyde, who had followed, saw him take it a little nervously ³⁰ in his pudgy hands, his lips, always weak andbeginning to crinkle at the center with age, now working curiously ³¹. Any one who had known his life's historywould have said it was the expression, slightly emphasized, with which he had received most of the untowardblows of his life in the past.

 

"Tst! Tst! Tst!" was the only sound he made at first, a sucking sound of the tongue and palate -- most weak andinadequate, it seemed to Clyde. Next there was another "Tst! Tst! Tst!", his head beginning to shake from side toside. Then, "Now, what do you suppose could have caused her to do that?" Then he turned and gazed at his wife,who gazed blankly in return. Then, walking to and fro, his hands behind him, his short legs taking unconsciousand queerly long steps, his head moving again, he gave vent ²³ to another ineffectual "Tst! Tst! Tst!"Always the more impressive, Mrs. Griffiths now showed herself markedly different and more vital in this tryingsituation, a kind of irritation ³³ or dissatisfaction with life itself, along with an obvious physical distress ³⁴, seeming topass through her like a visible shadow. Once her husband had gotten up, she reached out and took the note, thenmerely glared at it again, her face set in hard yet stricken and disturbing lines. Her manner was that of one who isintensely disquieted ³⁵ and dissatisfied, one who fingers savagely ³⁷ at a material knot and yet cannot undo ²⁶ it, one whoseeks restraint and freedom from complaint and yet who would complain bitterly, angrily. For behind her wereall those years of religious work and faith, which somehow, in her poorly integrated conscience, seemed dimly toindicate that she should justly have been spared this. Where was her God, her Christ, at this hour when thisobvious evil was being done? Why had He not acted for her? How was He to explain this? His Biblicalpromises! His perpetual guidance! His declared mercies!

 

In the face of so great a calamity ³⁸, it was very hard for her, as Clyde could see, to get this straightened out,instantly at least. Although, as Clyde had come to know, it could be done eventually, of course. For in someblind, dualistic way both she and Asa insisted, as do all religionists, in disassociating God from harm and errorand misery ³⁹, while granting Him nevertheless supreme ⁴⁰ control. They would seek for something else -- somemalign, treacherous ⁴¹, deceiving power which, in the face of God's omniscience ⁴² and omnipotence ⁴³, still beguilesand betrays -- and find it eventually in the error and perverseness ⁴⁴ of the human heart, which God has made, yetwhich He does not control, because He does not want to control it.#p#分页标题#e#

 

At the moment, however, only hurt and rage were with her, and yet her lips did not twitch ⁴⁵ as did Asa's, nor didher eyes show that profound distress which filled his. Instead she retreated a step and reexamined the letter,almost angrily, then said to Asa: "She's run away with some one and she doesn't say -- " Then she stoppedsuddenly, remembering the presence of the children -- Clyde, Julia, and Frank, all present and all gazingcuriously, intently, unbelievingly. "Come in here," she called to her husband, "I want to talk to you a minute.

 

You children had better go on to bed. We'll be out in a minute."With Asa then she retired ⁴⁶ quite precipitately ⁴⁷ to a small room back of the mission hall. They heard her click theelectric bulb. Then their voices were heard in low converse ⁴⁸, while Clyde and Julia and Frank looked at eachother, although Frank, being so young -- only ten -- could scarcely be said to have comprehended fully ⁴⁹. Even Juliahardly gathered the full import of it. But Clyde, because of his larger contact with life and his mother's statement ("She's run away with some one"), understood well enough. Esta had tired of all this, as had he. Perhaps therewas some one, like one of those dandies whom he saw on the streets with the prettiest girls, with whom she hadgone. But where? And what was he like? That note told something, and yet his mother had not let him see it. Shehad taken it away too quickly. If only he had looked first, silently and to himself!

 

"Do you suppose she's run away for good?" he asked Julia dubiously ⁵⁰, the while his parents were out of the room,Julia herself looking so blank and strange.

 

"How should I know?" she replied a little irritably ⁵¹, troubled by her parents' distress and this secretiveness, aswell as Esta's action. "She never said anything to me. I should think she'd be ashamed of herself if she has. "Julia, being colder emotionally than either Esta or Clyde, was more considerate of her parents in a conventionalway, and hence sorrier. True, she did not quite gather what it meant, but she suspected something, for she hadtalked occasionally with girls, but in a very guarded and conservative way. Now, however, it was more the wayin which Esta had chosen to leave, deserting her parents and her brothers and herself, that caused her to be angrywith her, for why should she go and do anything which would distress her parents in this dreadful fashion. It wasdreadful. The air was thick with misery.

 

And as his parents talked in their little room, Clyde brooded too, for he was intensely curious about life now.

 

What was it Esta had really done? Was it, as he feared and thought, one of those dreadful runaway ⁵² or sexuallydisagreeable affairs which the boys on the streets and at school were always slyly talking about? How shameful,if that were true! She might never come back. She had gone with some man. There was something wrong aboutthat, no doubt, for a girl, anyhow, for all he had ever heard was that all decent contacts between boys and girls,men and women, led to but one thing -- marriage. And now Esta, in addition to their other troubles, had gone anddone this. Certainly this home life of theirs was pretty dark now, and it would be darker instead of brighter because of this.

 

Presently the parents came out, and then Mrs. Griffiths' face, if still set and constrained ⁵³, was somehow a littledifferent, less savage ³⁶ perhaps, more hopelessly resigned.

 

"Esta's seen fit to leave us, for a little while, anyhow," was all she said at first, seeing the children waitingcuriously. "Now, you're not to worry about her at all, or think any more about it. She'll come back after a while,I'm sure. She has chosen to go her own way, for a time, for some reason. The Lord's will be done." ("Blessed bethe name of the Lord!" interpolated Asa.) "I thought she was happy here with us, but apparently ⁵⁴ she wasn't. Shemust see something of the world for herself, I suppose." (Here Asa put in another Tst! Tst! Tst!) "But we mustn'tharbor hard thoughts. That won't do any good now -- only thoughts of love and kindness." Yet she said this with akind of sternness that somehow belied ⁵⁵ it -- a click of the voice, as it were. "We can only hope that she will soonsee how foolish she has been, and unthinking, and come back. She can't prosper ⁵⁶ on the course she's going now. Itisn't the Lord's way or will. She's too young and she's made a mistake. But we can forgive her. We must. Ourhearts must be kept open, soft and tender." She talked as though she were addressing a meeting, but with a hard,sad, frozen face and voice. "Now, all of you go to bed. We can only pray now, and hope, morning, noon andnight, that no evil will befall her. I wish she hadn't done that," she added, quite out of keeping with the rest of herstatement and really not thinking of the children as present at all -- just of Esta.#p#分页标题#e#

 

But Asa!

 

Such a father, as Clyde often thought, afterwards.

 

Apart from his own misery, he seemed only to note and be impressed by the more significant misery of his wife.

 

During all this, he had stood foolishly to one side -- short, gray, frizzled, inadequate ³².

 

"Well, blessed be the name of the Lord," he interpolated from time to time. "We must keep our hearts open. Yes,we mustn't judge. We must only hope for the best. Yes, yes! Praise the Lord -- we must praise the Lord! Amen!

 

Oh, yes! Tst! Tst! Tst!" "If any one asks where she is," continued Mrs. Griffiths after a time, quite ignoring her spouse ⁵⁷ and addressing thechildren, who had drawn ⁵⁸ near her, "we will say that she has gone on a visit to some of my relatives back inTonawanda. That won't be the truth, exactly, but then we don't know where she is or what the truth is -- and she may come back. So we must not say or do anything that will injure her until we know." "Yes, praise the Lord!" called Asa, feebly.

 

"So if any one should inquire at any time, until we know, we will say that." "Sure," put in Clyde, helpfully, and Julia added, "All right." Mrs. Griffiths paused and looked firmly and yet apologetically at her children. Asa, for his part, emitted another"Tst! Tst! Tst!" and then the children were waved to bed.

 

At that, Clyde, who really wanted to know what Esta's letter had said, but was convinced from long experiencethat his mother would not let him know unless she chose, returned to his room again, for he was tired. Why didn'tthey search more if there was hope of finding her? Where was she now -- at this minute? On some trainsomewhere? Evidently she didn't want to be found. She was probably dissatisfied, just as he was. Here he was,thinking so recently of going away somewhere himself, wondering how the family would take it, and now shehad gone before him. How would that affect his point of view and action in the future? Truly, in spite of hisfather's and mother's misery, he could not see that her going was such a calamity, not from the GOING point ofview, at any rate. It was only another something which hinted that things were not right here. Mission work wasnothing. All this religious emotion and talk was not so much either. It hadn't saved Esta. Evidently, like himself, she didn't believe so much in it, either.