nd　wept　brokenheartedly。　　〃What　is　the　matter　with　me？　I　will　do　something　dreadful　if　I　am　not　careful；〃　she　thought；　and　turning　her　face　to　the　wall；　began　trying　to　force　herself　to　face　bravely　the　fact　that　many　people　must　live　and　die　alone；　even　in　Winesburg。
  RESPECTABILITY
  IF　YOU　HAVE　lived　in　cities　and　have　walked　in　the　park　on　a　summer　afternoon；　you　have　perhaps　seen；　blinking　in　a　corner　of　his　iron　cage；　a　huge；　grotesque　kind　of　monkey；　a　creature　with　ugly；　sag…　ging；　hairless　skin　below　his　eyes　and　a　bright　pur…　ple　underbody。　　This　monkey　is　a　true　monster。　　In　the　completeness　of　his　ugliness　he　achieved　a　kind　of　perverted　beauty。　　Children　stopping　before　the　cage　are　fascinated；　men　turn　away　with　an　air　of　disgust；　and　women　linger　for　a　moment；　trying　per…　haps　to　remember　which　one　of　their　male　acquain…　tances　the　thing　in　some　faint　way　resembles。
  Had　you　been　in　the　earlier　years　of　your　life　a　citizen　of　the　village　of　Winesburg；　Ohio；　there　would　have　been　for　you　no　mystery　in　regard　to　the　beast　in　his　cage。　　〃It　is　like　Wash　Williams；〃　you　would　have　said。　　〃As　he　sits　in　the　corner　there；　the　beast　is　exactly　like　old　Wash　sitting　on　the　grass　in　the　station　yard　on　a　summer　evening　after　he　has　closed　his　office　for　the　night。〃
  Wash　Williams；　the　telegraph　operator　of　Wines…　burg；　was　the　ugliest　thing　in　town。　　His　girth　was　immense；　his　neck　thin；　his　legs　feeble。　　He　was　dirty。　　Everything　about　him　was　unclean。　　Even　the　whites　of　his　eyes　looked　soiled。
  I　go　too　fast。　　Not　everything　about　Wash　was　un…　clean。　　He　took　care　of　his　hands。　　His　fingers　were　fat；　but　there　was　something　sensitive　and　shapely　in　the　hand　that　lay　on　the　table　by　the　instrument　in　the　telegraph　office。　　In　his　youth　Wash　Williams　had　been　called　the　best　telegraph　operator　in　the　state；　and　in　spite　of　his　degradement　to　the　obscure　office　at　Winesburg；　he　was　still　proud　of　his　ability。
  Wash　Williams　did　not　associate　with　the　men　of　the　town　in　which　he　lived。　　〃I'll　have　nothing　to　do　with　them；〃　he　said；　looking　with　bleary　eyes　at　the　men　who　walked　along　the　station　platform　past　the　telegraph　office。　　Up　along　Main　Street　he　went　in　the　evening　to　Ed　Griffith's　saloon；　and　after　drink…　ing　unbelievable　quantities　of　beer　staggered　off　to　his　room　in　the　New　Willard　House　and　to　his　bed　for　the　night。
  Wash　Williams　was　a　man　of　courage。　　A　thing　had　happened　to　him　that　made　him　hate　life；　and　he　hated　it　wholeheartedly；　with　the　abandon　of　a　poet。　　First　of　all；　he　hated　women。　　〃Bitches；〃　he　called　them。　　His　feeling　toward　men　was　somewhat　different。　　He　pitied　them。　　〃Does　not　every　man　let　his　life　be　managed　for　him　by　some　bitch　or　an…　other？〃　he　asked。
  In　Winesburg　no　attention　was　paid　to　Wash　Wil…　liams　and　his　hatred　of　his　fellows。　　Once　Mrs。　White；　the　banker's　wife；　complained　to　the　tele…　graph　company；　saying　that　the　office　in　Winesburg　was　dirty　and　smelled　abominably；　but　nothing　came　of　her　complaint。　　Here　and　there　a　man　re…　spected　the　operator。　　Instinctively　the　man　felt　in　him　a　glowing　resentment　of　something　he　had　not　the　courage　to　resent。　　When　Wash　walked　through　the　streets　such　a　one　had　an　instinct　to　pay　him　homage；　to　raise　his　hat　or　to　bow　before　him。　　The　superintendent　who　had　supervision　over　the　tele…　graph　operators　on　the　railroad　that　went　through　Winesburg　felt　that　way。　　He　had　put　Wash　into　the　obscure　office　at　Winesburg　to　avoid　discharging　him；　and　he　meant　to　keep　him　there。　　When　he　received　the　letter　of　complaint　from　the　banker's　wife；　he　tore　it　up　and　laughed　unpleasantly。　　For　some　reason　he　thought　of　his　own　wife　as　he　tore　up　the　letter。
  Wash　Williams　once　had　a　wife。　　When　he　was　still　a　young　man　he　married　a　woman　at　Dayton；　Ohio。　The　woman　was　tall　and　slender　and　had　blue　eyes　and　yellow　hair。　　Wash　was　himself　a　comely　youth。　He　loved　the　woman　with　a　love　as　absorbing　as　the　hatred　he　later　felt　for　all　women。
  In　all　of　Winesburg　there　was　but　one　person　who　knew　the　story　of　the　thing　that　had　made　ugly　the　person　and　the　character　of　Wash　Williams。　　He　once　told　the　story　to　George　Willard　and　the　telling　of　the　tale　came　about　in　this　way：
  George　Willard　went　one　evening　to　walk　with　Belle　Carpenter；　a　trimmer　of　women's　hats　who　worked　in　a　millinery　shop　kept　by　Mrs。　Kate　McHugh。　　The　young　man　was　not　in　love　with　the　woman；　who；　in　fact；　had　a　suitor　who　worked　as　bartender　in　Ed　Griffith's　saloon；　but　as　they　walked　about　under　the　trees　they　occasionally　embraced。　The　night　and　their　own　thoughts　had　aroused　something　in　them。　　As　they　were　returning　to　Main　Street　they　passed　the　little　lawn　beside　the　railroad　station　and　saw　Wash　Williams　apparently　asleep　on　the　grass　beneath　a　tree。　　On　the　next　evening　the　operator　and　George　Willard　walked　out　together。　Down　the　railroad　they　went　and　sat　on　a　pile　of　decaying　railroad　ties　beside　the　tracks。　　It　was　then　that　the　operator　told　the　young　reporter　his　story　of　hate。
  Perhaps　a　dozen　times　George　Willard　and　the　strange；　shapeless　man　who　lived　at　his　father's　hotel　had　been　on　the　point　of　talking。　　The　young　man　looked　at　the　hideous；　leering　face　staring　about　the　hotel　dining　room　and　was　consumed　with　curiosity。　　Something　he　saw　lurking　in　the　star…　ing　eyes　told　him　that　the　man　who　had　nothing　to　say　to　others　had　nevertheless　something　to　say　to　him。　　On　the　pile　of　railroad　ties　on　the　summer　eve…　ning；　he　waited　expectantly。　　When　the　operator　re…　mained　silent　and　seemed　to　have　changed　his　mind　about　talking；　he　tried　to　make　conversation。　　〃Were　you　ever　married；　Mr。　Williams？〃　he　began。　　〃I　sup…　pose　you　were　and　your　wife　is　dead；　is　that　it？〃
  Wash　Williams　spat　forth　a　succession　of　vile　oaths。　　〃Yes；　she　is　dead；〃　he　agreed。　　〃She　is　dead　as　all　women　are　dead。　　She　is　a　living…dead　thing；　walking　in　the　sight　of　men　and　making　the　earth　foul　by　her　presence。〃　Staring　into　the　boy's　eyes；　the　man　became　purple　with　rage。　　〃Don't　have　fool　notions　in　your　head；〃　he　commanded。　　〃My　wife；　she　is　dead；　yes；　surely。　　I　tell　you；　all　women　are　dead；　my　mother；　your　mother；　that　tall　dark　woman　who　works　in　the　millinery　store　and　with　whom　I　saw　you　walking　about　yesterdayall　of　them；　they　are　all　dead。　　I　tell　you　there　is　something　rotten　about　them。　　I　was　married；　sure。　　My　wife　was　dead　before　she　married　me；　she　was　a　foul　thing　come　out　a　woman　more　foul。　　She　was　a　thing　sent　to　make　life　unbearable　to　me。　　I　was　a　fool；　do　you　see；　as　you　are　now；　and　so　I　married　this　woman。　I　would　like　to　see　men　a　little　begin　to　understand　women。　　They　are　sent　to　prevent　men　making　the　world　worth　while。　　It　is　a　trick　in　Nature。　　Ugh！　They　are　creeping；　crawling；　squirming　things；　they　with　their　soft　hands　and　their　blue　eyes。　　The　sight　of　a　woman　sickens　me。　　Why　I　don't　kill　every　woman　I　see　I　don't　know。〃
  Half　frightened　and　yet　fascinated　by　the　light　burning　in　the　eyes　of　the　hideous　old　man；　George　Willard　listened；　afire　with　curiosity。　　Darkness　came　on　and　he　leaned　forward　trying　to　see　the　face　of　the　man　who　talked。　　When；　in　the　gathering　dark…　ness；　he　could　no　longer　see　the　purple；　bloated　face　and　the　burning　eyes；　a　curious　fancy　came　to　him。　Wash　Williams　talked　in　low　even　tones　that　made　his　words　seem　the　more　terrible。　　In　the　darkness　the　young　reporter　found　himself　imagining　that　he　sat　on　the　railroad　ties　beside　a　comely　young　man　with　black　hair　and　black　shining　eyes。　　There　was　something　almost　beautiful　in　the　voice　of　Wash　Wil…　liams；　the　hideous；　telling　his　story　of　hate。
  The　telegraph　operator　of　Winesburg；　sitting　in　the　darkness　on　the　railroad　ties；　had　become　a　poet。　Hatred　had　raised　him　to　that　elevation。　　〃It　is　because　I　saw　you　kissing　the　lips　of　that　Belle　Carpenter　that　I　tell　you　my　story；〃　he　said。　　〃What　happened　to　me　may　next　happen　to　you。　　I　want　to　put　you　on　your　guard。　　Already　you　may　be　having　dreams　in　your　head。　　I　want　to　destroy　them。〃
  Wash　Williams　began　telling　the　story　of　his　mar…　ried　life　with　the　tall　blonde　girl　with　the　blue　eyes　whom　he　had　met　when　he　was　a　young　operator　at　Dayton；　Ohio。　　Here　and　there　his　story　was　touched　with　moments　of　beauty　intermingled　with　strings　of　vile　curses。　　The　operator　had　married　the　daughter　of　a　dentist　who　was　the　youngest　of　three　sisters。　　On　his　marriage　day；　because　of　his　ability；　he　was　promoted　to　a　position　as　dispatcher　at　an　increased　salary　and　sent　to　an　office　at　Columbus；　Ohio。　　There　he　settled　down　with　his　young　wife　and　began　buying　a　house　on　the　installment　plan。
  The　young　telegraph　operator　was　madly　in　love。　With　a　kind　of　religious　fervor　he　had　managed　to　go　through　the　pitfalls　of　his　youth　and　to　remain　virginal　until　after　his　marriage。　　He　made　for　George　Willard　a　picture　of　his　life　in　the　house　at　Colum…　bus；　Ohio；　with　the　young　wife。　　〃in　the　garden　back　of　our　house　we　planted　vegetables；〃　he　said；　〃you　know；　peas　and　corn　and　such　things。　　We　went　to　Columbus　in　early　March　and　as　soon　as　the　days　became　warm　I　went　to　work　in　the　garden。　　With　a　spade　I　turned　up　the　black　ground　while　she　ran　about　laughing　and　pretending　to　be　afraid　of　the　worms　I　uncovered。