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“Dodong, you come up. You with himself sometimes. Blas raised himself on his
come up,” he mother said. Teang did not complain, but elbow and muttered
the bearing of children told something in a low fluttering
Dodong did not want to voice.
come up and stayed in the on her. She was shapeless
sun. and thin now, even if she Dodong did not answer and
was young. There was tried to sleep.
“Dodong. Dodong.” interminable work to be
done. Cooking. Laundering. “Itay …,” Blas called softly.
“I’ll… come up.” The house. The children. She
cried sometimes, wishing Dodong stirred and asked
Dodong traced tremulous him what it was.
she had not married. She
steps on the dry parched
did not tell Dodong this, not
yard. He ascended the “I am going to marry Tona.
wishing him to dislike her.
bamboo steps slowly. His She accepted me tonight.”
Yet she wished she had not
heart pounded mercilessly in
married. Not even Dodong, Dodong lay on the red pillow
him. Within, he avoided his
whom she loved. There has without moving.
parents eyes. He walked
been another suitor, Lucio,
ahead of them so that they “Itay, you think it over.”
older than Dodong by nine
should not see his face. He
years, and that was why she
felt guilty and untrue. He felt Dodong lay silent.
had chosen Dodong. Young
like crying. His eyes smarted
Dodong. Seventeen. Lucio “I love Tona and… I want
and his chest wanted to
had married another after her.”
burst. He wanted to turn
her marriage to Dodong, but
back, to go back to the yard.
he was childless until now. Dodong rose from his mat
He wanted somebody to
She wondered if she had and told Blas to follow him.
punish him.
married Lucio, would she They descended to the yard,
His father thrust his hand in have borne him children. where everything was still
his and gripped it gently. Maybe not, either. That was and quiet. The moonlight
a better lot. But she loved was cold and white.
“Son,” his father said. Dodong…
“You want to marry Tona,”
And his mother: “Dodong…” Dodong whom life had made Dodong said. He did not
ugly. want Blas to marry yet. Blas
How kind were their voices. was very young. The life
They flowed into him, One night, as he lay beside that would follow marriage
making him strong. his wife, he rose and went would be hard…
out of the house. He stood in
“Teang?” Dodong said. “Yes.”
the moonlight, tired and
“She’s sleeping. But you go querulous. He wanted to ask
“Must you marry?”
on…” questions and somebody to
answer him. He w anted to Blas’s voice stilled with
His father led him into the be wise about many things. resentment. “I will marry
small sawali room. Dodong Tona.”
saw Teang, his girl-wife, One of them was why life did
asleep on the papag with her not fulfill all of Youth’s Dodong kept silent, hurt.
black hair soft around her dreams. Why it must be so.
face. He did not want her to Why one was forsaken… “You have objections, Itay?”
look that pale. after Love. Blas asked acridly.
Dodong wanted to touch Dodong would not find the “Son… n-none…” (But truly,
her, to push away that stray answer. Maybe the question God, I don’t want Blas to
wisp of hair that touched her was not to be answered. It marry yet… not yet. I don’t
lips, but again that feeling of must be so to make youth want Blas to marry yet….)
embarrassment came over Youth. Youth must be
dreamfully sweet. But he was helpless. He
him and before his parents
Dreamfully sweet. Dodong could not do anything. Youth
he did not want to be
returned to the house must triumph… now. Love
demonstrative.
humiliated by himself. He must triumph… now.
The hilot was wrapping the Afterwards… it will be life.
had wanted to know a little
child, Dodong heard it cry. wisdom but was denied it. As long ago Youth and Love
The thin voice pierced him
When Blas was eighteen he did triumph for Dodong…
queerly. He could not control
and then Life.
the swelling of happiness in came home one night very
him. flustered and happy. It was Dodong looked wistfully at
late at night and Teang and his young son in the
“You give him to me. You the other children were moonlight. He felt extremely
give him to me,” Dodong asleep. Dodong heard Blas’s sad and sorry for him.
said. steps, for he could not sleep
well of nights. He watched
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Blas undress in the dark and
Blas was not Dodong’s only lie down softly. Blas was
child. Many more children restless on his mat and
How My Brother Leon then that he had always of the field a cow lowed
Brought Home A Wife called her Maria and that to softly in answer.
By Manuel E. Arguilla us all she would be Maria;
and in my mind I said 'Maria' "Hitch him to the cart, Baldo,"
She stepped down from the and it was a beautiful name. my brother Leon said,
carretela of Ca Celin with a laughing, and she laughed
quick, delicate grace. She was "Yes, Noel." with him a big uncertainly,
lovely. SHe was tall. She and I saw that he had put his
looked up to my brother with Now where did she get that arm around her shoulders.
a smile, and her forehead was name? I pondered the matter
on a level with his mouth. quietly to myself, thinking "Why does he make that
Father might not like it. But it sound?" she asked. "I have
"You are Baldo," she said and was only the name of my never heard the like of it."
placed her hand lightly on brother Leon said backward
my shoulder. Her nails were and it sounded much better "There is not another like it,"
long, but they were not that way. my brother Leon said. "I have
painted. She was fragrant like yet to hear another bull call
a morning when papayas are "There is Nagrebcan, Maria," like Labang. In all the world
in bloom. And a small dimple my brother Leon said, there is no other bull like
appeared momently high on gesturing widely toward the him."
her right cheek. "And this is west.
Labang of whom I have She was smiling at him, and I
heard so much." She held the She moved close to him and stopped in the act of tying the
wrist of one hand with the slipped her arm through his. sinta across Labang's neck to
other and looked at Labang, And after a while she said the opposite end of the yoke,
and Labang never stopped quietly. because her teeth were very
chewing his cud. He white, her eyes were so full of
swallowed and brought up to "You love Nagrebcan, don't laughter, and there was the
his mouth more cud and the you, Noel?" small dimple high up on her
sound of his insides was like right cheek.
a drum. Ca Celin drove away hi-yi-
ing to his horse loudly. At the "If you continue to talk about
I laid a hand on Labang's bend of the camino real him like that, either I shall
massive neck and said to her: where the big duhat tree fall in love with him or
"You may scratch his grew, he rattled the handle of become greatly jealous."
forehead now." his braided rattan whip
against the spokes of the My brother Leon laughed
She hesitated and I saw that wheel. and she laughed and they
her eyes were on the long, looked at each other and it
curving horns. But she came We stood alone on the seemed to me there was a
and touched Labang's roadside. world of laughter between
forehead with her long them and in them.
fingers, and Labang never The sun was in our eyes, for
stopped chewing his cud it was dipping into the bright I climbed into the cart over
except that his big eyes half sea. The sky was wide and the wheel and Labang would
closed. And by and by she deep and very blue above us: have bolted, for he was
was scratching his forehead but along the saw-tooth rim always like that, but I kept a
very daintily. of the Katayaghan hills to the firm hold on his rope. He was
southwest flamed huge restless and would not stand
My brother Leon put down masses of clouds. Before us still, so that my brother Leon
the two trunks on the grassy the fields swam in a golden had to say "Labang" several
side of the road. He paid Ca haze through which floated times. When he was quiet
Celin twice the usual fare big purple and red and again, my brother Leon lifted
from the station to the edge yellow bubbles when I the trunks into the cart,
of Nagrebcan. Then he was looked at the sinking sun. placing the smaller on top.
standing beside us, and she Labang's white coat, which I
turned to him eagerly. I had wshed and brushed that She looked down once at her
watched Ca Celin, where he morning with coconut husk, high-heeled shoes, then she
stood in front of his horse, glistened like beaten cotton gave her left hand to my
and he ran his fingers under the lamplight and his brother Leon, placed a foot
through its forelock and horns appeared tipped with on the hub of the wheel, and
could not keep his eyes away fire. in one breath she had swung
from her. up into the cart. Oh, the
fragrance of her. But Labang
He faced the sun and from was fairly dancing with
"Maria---" my brother Leon
his mouth came a call so loud impatience and it was all I
said.
and vibrant that the earth could do to keep him from
seemed to tremble underfoot. running away.
He did not say Maring. He
did not say Mayang. I knew And far away in the middle
"Give me the rope, Baldo," "Baldo, you fool, answer me to see stars you must come to
my brother Leon said. before I lay the rope of Nagrebcan?"
"Maria, sit down on the hay Labang on you. Why do you
and hold on to anything." follow the Wait instead of the "Yes, Noel," she said. "Look at
Then he put a foot on the left camino real?" it," she murmured, half to
shaft and that instand labang herself. "It is so many times
leaped forward. My brother His fingers bit into my bigger and brighter than it
Leon laughed as he drew shoulder. was at Ermita beach."
himself up to the top of the
side of the cart and made the "Father, he told me to follow "The air here is clean, free of
slack of the rope hiss above the Waig tonight, Manong." dust and smoke."
the back of labang. The wind
whistled against my cheeks Swiftly, his hand fell away "So it is, Noel," she said,
and the rattling of the wheels from my shoulder and he drawing a long breath.
on the pebbly road echoed in reached for the rope of
my ears. Labang. Then my brother "Making fun of me, Maria?"
Leon laughed, and he sat
She sat up straight on the back, and laughing still, he She laughed then and they
bottom of the cart, legs bent said: laughed together and she
togther to one side, her skirts took my brother Leon's hand
spread over them so that only "And I suppose Father also and put it against her face.
the toes and heels of her told you to hitch Labang to
shoes were visible. her eyes the cart and meet us with him I stopped Labang, climbed
were on my brother Leon's instead of with Castano and down, and lighted the lantern
back; I saw the wind on her the calesa." that hung from the cart
hair. When Labang slowed between the wheels.
down, my brother Leon Without waiting for me to
handed to me the rope. I answer, he turned to her and "Good boy, Baldo," my
knelt on the straw inside the said, "Maria, why do you brother Leon said as I
cart and pulled on the rope think Father should do that, climbed back into the cart,
until Labang was merely now?" He laughed and and my heart sant.
shuffling along, then I made added, "Have you ever seen
him turn around. so many stars before?" Now the shadows took fright
and did not crowd so near.
"What is it you have I looked back and they were Clumps of andadasi and
forgotten now, Baldo?" my sitting side by side, leaning arrais flashed into view and
brother Leon said. against the trunks, hands quickly disappeared as we
clasped across knees. passed by. Ahead, the
I did not say anything but Seemingly, but a man's elongated shadow of Labang
tickled with my fingers the height above the tops of the bobbled up and down and
rump of Labang; and away steep banks of the Wait, hung swayed drunkenly from side
we went---back to where I the stars. But in the deep to side, for the lantern rocked
had unhitched and waited for gorge the shadows had fallen jerkily with the cart.
them. The sun had sunk and heavily, and even the white
down from the wooded sides of Labang's coat was merely a "Have we far to go yet,
of the Katayaghan hills dim, grayish blur. Crickets Noel?" she asked.
shadows were stealing into chirped from their homes in
the fields. High up overhead the cracks in the banks. The "Ask Baldo," my brother
the sky burned with many thick, unpleasant smell of Leon said, "we have been
slow fires. dangla bushes and cooling neglecting him."
sun-heated earth mingled
When I sent Labang down with the clean, sharp scent of "I am asking you, Baldo," she
the deep cut that would take arrais roots exposed to the said.
us to the dry bed of the Waig night air and of the hay
which could be used as a inside the cart. Without looking back, I
path to our place during the answered, picking my words
dry season, my brother Leon "Look, Noel, yonder is our slowly:
laid a hand on my shoulder star!" Deep surprise and
and said sternly: gladness were in her voice. "Soon we will get out of the
Very low in the west, almost Wait and pass into the fields.
"Who told you to drive touching the ragged edge of After the fields is home---
through the fields tonight?" the bank, was the star, the Manong."
biggest and brightest in the
His hand was heavy on my sky. "So near already."
shoulder, but I did not look at
him or utter a word until we "I have been looking at it," I did not say anything more
were on the rocky bottom of my brother Leon said. "Do because I did not know what
the Waig. you remember how I would to make of the tone of her
tell you that when you want voice as she said her last
words. All the laughter the cart to unhitch Labang.
seemed to have gone out of "Yes, Maria." But I hardly tied him under
her. I waited for my brother the barn when I heard Father
Leon to say something, but "I am afraid. He may not like calling me. I met my brother
he was not saying anything. me." Leon going to bring up the
Suddenly he broke out into trunks. As I passed through
song and the song was 'Sky "Does that worry you still, the kitchen, there were
Sown with Stars'---the same Maria?" my brother Leon Mother and my sister Aurelia
that he and Father sang when said. "From the way you talk, and Maria and it seemed to
we cut hay in the fields at he might be an ogre, for all me they were crying, all of
night before he went away to the world. Except when his them.
study. He must have taught leg that was wounded in the
her the song because she Revolution is troubling him, There was no light in Father's
joined him, and her voice Father is the mildest- room. There was no
flowed into his like a gentle tempered, gentlest man I movement. He sat in the big
stream meeting a stronger know." armchair by the western
one. And each time the window, and a star shone
wheels encountered a big We came to the house of directly through it. He was
rock, her voice would catch Lacay Julian and I spoke to smoking, but he removed the
in her throat, but my brother Labang loudly, but Moning roll of tobacco from his
Leon would sing on, until, did not come to the window, mouth when he saw me. He
laughing softly, she would so I surmised she must be laid it carefully on the
join him again. eating with the rest of her windowsill before speaking.
family. And I thought of the
Then we were climbing out food being made ready at "Did you meet anybody on
into the fields, and through home and my mouth the way?" he asked.
the spokes of the wheels the watered. We met the twins,
light of the lantern mocked Urong and Celin, and I said "No, Father," I said. "Nobody
the shadows. Labang "Hoy!" calling them by name. passes through the Waig at
quickened his steps. The And they shouted back and night."
jolting became more frequent asked if my brother Leon and
and painful as we crossed the his wife were with me. And He reached for his roll of
low dikes. my brother Leon shouted to tobacco and hithced himself
them and then told me to up in the chair.
"But it is so very wide here," make Labang run; their
she said. The light of the stars answers were lost in the "She is very beautiful,
broke and scattered the noise of the wheels. Father."
darkness so that one could
see far on every side, though I stopped labang on the road "Was she afraid of Labang?"
indistinctly. before our house and would My father had not raised his
have gotten down but my voice, but the room seemed
"You miss the houses, and the brother Leon took the rope to resound with it. And again
cars, and the people and the and told me to stay in the I saw her eyes on the long
noise, don't you?" My brother cart. He turned Labang into curving horns and the arm of
Leon stopped singing. the open gate and we dashed my brother Leon around her
into our yard. I thought we shoulders.
"Yes, but in a different way. I would crash into the
am glad they are not here." camachile tree, but my "No, Father, she was not
brother Leon reined in afraid."
With difficulty I turned Labang in time. There was
Labang to the left, for he light downstairs in the "On the way---"
wanted to go straight on. He kitchen, and Mother stood in
was breathing hard, but I the doorway, and I could see "She looked at the stars,
knew he was more thirsty her smiling shyly. My brother Father. And Manong Leon
than tired. In a little while we Leon was helping Maria over sang."
drope up the grassy side onto the wheel. The first words
the camino real. that fell from his lips after he "What did he sing?"
had kissed Mother's hand
"---you see," my brother Leon were: "---Sky Sown with Stars... She
was explaining, "the camino sang with him."
real curves around the foot of "Father... where is he?"
the Katayaghan hills and He was silent again. I could
passes by our house. We "He is in his room upstairs," hear the low voices of Mother
drove through the fields Mother said, her face and my sister Aurelia
because---but I'll be asking becoming serious. "His leg is downstairs. There was also
Father as soon as we get bothering him again." the voice of my brother Leon,
home." and I thought that Father's
I did not hear anything more voice must have been like it
"Noel," she said. because I had to go back to when Father was young. He
had laid the roll of tobacco on great pile of stones in one corner frequently to the villagers about
the windowsill once more. I of the square and guarded it making a new box, but no one
watched the smoke waver against the raids of the other liked to upset even as much
faintly upward from the boys. The girls stood aside, tradition as was represented by
lighted end and vanish talking among themselves, the black box. There was a story
looking over their shoulders at that the present box had been
slowly into the night outside.
rolled in the dust or clung to the made with some pieces of the
hands of their older brothers or box that had preceded it, the one
The door opened and my sisters. Soon the men began to that had been constructed when
brother Leon and Maria came gather. surveying their own the first people settled down to
in. children, speaking of planting make a village here. Every year,
and rain, tractors and taxes. after the lottery, Mr. Summers
"Have you watered Labang?" They stood together, away from began talking again about a new
Father spoke to me. the pile of stones in the corner, box, but every year the subject
and their jokes were quiet and was allowed to fade off without
I told him that Labang was they smiled rather than laughed. anything's being done.
resting yet under the barn. The women, wearing faded file:///Users/carolynsigler/Deskt
house dresses and sweaters, op/lotry.html (1 of 8)1/23/2005
"It is time you watered him, came shortly after their menfolk. 7:58:04 AM The Lottery--
They greeted one another and Shirley Jackson The black box
my son," my father said.
exchanged bits of gossip as they grew shabbier each year: by now
went to join their husbands. it was no longer completely
I looked at Maria and she Soon the women, standing by black but splintered badly along
was lovely. She was tall. their husbands, began to call to one side to show the original
Beside my brother Leon, she their children, and the children wood color, and in some places
was tall and very still. Then I came reluctantly, having to be faded or stained. Mr. Martin and
went out, and in the called four or five times. Bobby his oldest son, Baxter, held the
darkened hall the fragrance Martin ducked under his black box securely on the stool
of her was like a morning mother's grasping hand and ran, until Mr. Summers had stirred
when papayas are in bloom. laughing, back to the pile of the papers thoroughly with his
stones. His father spoke up hand. Because so much of the
sharply, and Bobby came ritual had been forgotten or
"The Lottery" (1948) by quickly and took his place discarded, Mr. Summers had
Shirley Jackson between his father and his oldest been successful in having slips
brother. The lottery was of paper substituted for the chips
The morning of June 27th was conducted--as were the square of wood that had been used for
clear and sunny, with the fresh dances, the teen club, the generations. Chips of wood, Mr.
warmth of a full-summer day; Halloween program--by Mr. Summers had argued. had been
the flowers were blossoming Summers. who had time and all very well when the village
profusely and the grass was energy to devote to civic was tiny, but now that the
richly green. The people of the activities. He was a round-faced, population was more than three
village began to gather in the jovial man and he ran the coal hundred and likely to keep on
square, between the post office business, and people were sorry growing, it was necessary to use
and the bank, around ten o'clock; for him. because he had no something that would fit more
in some towns there were so children and his wife was a easily into he black box. The
many people that the lottery scold. When he arrived in the night before the lottery, Mr.
took two days and had to be square, carrying the black Summers and Mr. Graves made
started on June 2th. but in this wooden box, there was a up the slips of paper and put
village, where there were only murmur of conversation among them in the box, and it was then
about three hundred people, the the villagers, and he waved and taken to the safe of Mr.
whole lottery took less than two called. "Little late today, folks." Summers' coal company and
hours, so it could begin at ten The postmaster, Mr. Graves, locked up until Mr. Summers
o'clock in the morning and still followed him, carrying a three- was ready to take it to the square
be through in time to allow the legged stool, and the stool was next morning. The rest of the
villagers to get home for noon put in the center of the square year, the box was put way,
dinner. The children assembled and Mr. Summers set the black sometimes one place, sometimes
first, of course. School was box down on it. The villagers another; it had spent one year in
recently over for the summer, kept their distance, leaving a Mr. Graves's barn and another
and the feeling of liberty sat space between themselves and year underfoot in the post office.
uneasily on most of them; they the stool. and when Mr. and sometimes it was set on a
tended to gather together quietly Summers said, "Some of you shelf in the Martin grocery and
for a while before they broke fellows want to give me a left there. There was a great deal
into boisterous play. and their hand?" there was a hesitation of fussing to be done before Mr.
talk was still of the classroom before two men. Mr. Martin and Summers declared the lottery
and the teacher, of books and his oldest son, Baxter. came open. There were the lists to
reprimands. Bobby Martin had forward to hold the box steady make up--of heads of families.
already stuffed his pockets full on the stool while Mr. Summers heads of households in each
of stones, and the other boys stirred up the papers inside it. family. members of each
soon followed his example, The original paraphernalia for household in each family. There
selecting the smoothest and the lottery had been lost long was the proper swearing-in of
roundest stones; Bobby and ago, and the black box now Mr. Summers by the postmaster,
Harry Jones and Dickie resting on the stool had been put as the official of the lottery; at
Delacroix-- the villagers into use even before Old Man one time, some people
pronounced this name Warner, the oldest man in town, remembered, there had been a
"Dellacroy"--eventually made a was born. Mr. Summers spoke recital of some sort, performed
by the official of the lottery, a position after Mrs. Hutchinson's any more, live hat way for a
perfunctory. tuneless chant that arrival. "Well, now." Mr. while. Used to be a saying about
had been rattled off duly each Summers said soberly, "guess 'Lottery in June, corn be heavy
year; some people believed that we better get started, get this soon.' First thing you know,
the official of the lottery used to over with, so's we can go back to we'd all be eating stewed
stand just so when he said or work. Anybody ain't here?" chickweed and acorns. There's
sang it, others believed that he file:///Users/carolynsigler/Deskt always been a lottery," he added
was supposed to walk among the op/lotry.html (2 of 8)1/23/2005 petulantly. "Bad enough to see
people, but years and years ago 7:58:04 AM The Lottery-- young Joe Summers up there
this p3rt of the ritual had been Shirley Jackson "Dunbar." joking with everybody." "Some
allowed to lapse. There had several people said. "Dunbar. places have already quit
been, also, a ritual salute, which Dunbar." Mr. Summers lotteries." Mrs. Adams said.
the official of the lottery had had consulted his list. "Clyde "Nothing but trouble in that,"
to use in addressing each person Dunbar." he said. "That's right. Old Man Warner said stoutly.
who came up to draw from the He's broke his leg, hasn't he? "Pack of young fools." "Martin."
box, but this also had changed Who's drawing for him?" "Me. I And Bobby Martin watched his
with time, until now it was felt guess," a woman said. and Mr. father go forward. "Overdyke....
necessary only for the official to Summers turned to look at her. Percy." "I wish they'd hurry,"
speak to each person "Wife draws for her husband." Mrs. Dunbar said to her older
approaching. Mr. Summers was Mr. Summers said. "Don't you son. "I wish they'd hurry."
very good at all this; in his clean have a grown boy to do it for "They're almost through," her
white shirt and blue jeans. with you, Janey?" Although Mr. son said. "You get ready to run
one hand resting carelessly on Summers and everyone else in tell Dad," Mrs. Dunbar said. Mr.
the black box. he seemed very the village knew the answer Summers called his own name
proper and important as he perfectly well, it was the and then stepped forward
talked interminably to Mr. business of the official of the precisely and selected a slip
Graves and the Martins. Just as lottery to ask such questions from the box. Then he called,
Mr. Summers finally left off formally. Mr. Summers waited "Warner." "Seventy-seventh
talking and turned to the with an expression of polite year I been in the lottery," Old
assembled villagers, Mrs. interest while Mrs. Dunbar Man Warner said as he went
Hutchinson came hurriedly answered. "Horace's not but through the crowd. "Seventy-
along the path to the square, her sixteen vet." Mrs. Dunbar said seventh time."
sweater thrown over her regretfully. "Guess I gotta fill in file:///Users/carolynsigler/Deskt
shoulders, and slid into place in for the old man this year." op/lotry.html (4 of 8)1/23/2005
the back of the crowd. "Clean "Right." Sr. Summers said. He 7:58:04 AM The Lottery--
forgot what day it was," she said made a note on the list he was Shirley Jackson "Watson" The
to Mrs. Delacroix, who stood holding. Then he as The Lottery- tall boy came awkwardly
next to her, and they both -Shirley Jackson "Clark.... through the crowd. Someone
laughed softly. "Thought my old Delacroix" "There goes my old said, "Don't be nervous, Jack,"
man was out back stacking man." Mrs. Delacroix said. She and Mr. Summers said, "Take
wood," Mrs. Hutchinson went held her breath while her your time, son." "Zanini." After
on. "and then I looked out the husband went forward. that, there was a long pause, a
window and the kids was gone, "Dunbar," Mr. Summers said, breathless pause, until Mr.
and then I remembered it was and Mrs. Dunbar went steadily Summers. holding his slip of
the twentyseventh and came a- to the box while one of the paper in the air, said, "All right,
running." She dried her hands on women said. "Go on. Janey," fellows." For a minute, no one
her apron, and Mrs. Delacroix and another said, "There she moved, and then all the slips of
said, "You're in time, though. goes." "We're next." Mrs. paper were opened. Suddenly,
They're still talking away up Graves said. She watched while all the women began to speak at
there." Mrs. Hutchinson craned Mr. Graves came around from once, saving. "Who is it?,"
her neck to see through the the side of the box, greeted Mr. "Who's got it?," "Is it the
crowd and found her husband Summers gravely and selected a Dunbars?," "Is it the Watsons?"
and children standing near the slip of paper from the box. By Then the voices began to say,
front. She tapped Mrs. Delacroix now, all through the crowd there "It's Hutchinson. It's Bill," "Bill
on the arm as a farewell and were men holding the small Hutchinson's got it." "Go tell
began to make her way through folded papers in their large hand. your father," Mrs. Dunbar said
the crowd. The people separated turning them over and over to her older son. People began to
good-humoredly to let her nervously Mrs. Dunbar and her look around to see the
through: two or three people two sons stood together, Mrs. Hutchinsons. Bill Hutchinson
said. in voices just loud enough Dunbar holding the slip of was standing quiet, staring down
to be heard across the crowd, paper. "Harburt.... Hutchinson." at the paper in his hand.
"Here comes your, Missus, "Get up there, Bill," Mrs. Suddenly. Tessie Hutchinson
Hutchinson," and "Bill, she Hutchinson said. and the people shouted to Mr. Summers. "You
made it after all." Mrs. near her laughed. "Jones." "They didn't give him time enough to
Hutchinson reached her do say," Mr. Adams said to Old take any paper he wanted. I saw
husband, and Mr. Summers, Man Warner, who stood next to you. It wasn't fair!" "Be a good
who had been waiting, said him, "that over in the north sport, Tessie." Mrs. Delacroix
cheerfully. "Thought we were village they're talking of giving called, and Mrs. Graves said,
going to have to get on without up the lottery." Old Man Warner "All of us took the same
you, Tessie." Mrs. Hutchinson snorted. "Pack of crazy fools," chance." "Shut up, Tessie," Bill
said. grinning, "Wouldn't have he said. "Listening to the young Hutchinson said. "Well,
me leave m'dishes in the sink, folks, nothing's good enough for everyone," Mr. Summers said,
now, would you. Joe?," and soft them. Next thing you know, "that was done pretty fast, and
laughter ran through the crowd they'll be wanting to go back to now we've got to be hurrying a
as the people stirred back into living in caves, nobody work little more to get done in time."
He consulted his next list. "Bill," stood next to him and looked up to pick it up with both hands and
he said, "you draw for the at him wonderingly. "Nancy turned to Mrs. Dunbar. "Come
Hutchinson family. You got any next," Mr. Summers said. Nancy on," she said. "Hurry up." Mr.
other households in the was twelve, and her school Dunbar had small stones in both
Hutchinsons?" "There's Don and friends breathed heavily as she hands, and she said. gasping for
Eva," Mrs. Hutchinson yelled. went forward switching her breath. "I can't run at all. You'll
"Make them take their chance!" skirt, and took a slip daintily have to go ahead and I'll catch
"Daughters draw with their from the box "Bill, Jr.," Mr. up with you." The children had
husbands' families, Tessie," Mr. Summers said, and Billy, his stones already. And someone
Summers said gently. "You face red and his feet overlarge, gave little Davy Hutchinson few
know that as well as anyone near knocked the box over as he pebbles. Tessie Hutchinson was
else." "It wasn't fair," Tessie got a paper out. "Tessie," Mr. in the center of a cleared space
said. "I guess not, Joe." Bill Summers said. She hesitated for by now, and she held her hands
Hutchinson said regretfully. "My a minute, looking around out desperately as the villagers
daughter draws with her defiantly. and then set her lips moved in on her. "It isn't fair,"
husband's family; that's only and went up to the box. She she said. A stone hit her on the
fair. And I've got no other snatched a paper out and held it side of the head. Old Man
family except the kids." "Then, behind her. "Bill," Mr. Summers Warner was saying, "Come on,
as far as drawing for families is said, and Bill Hutchinson come on, everyone." Steve
concerned, it's you," Mr. reached into the box and felt Adams was in the front of the
Summers said in explanation, around, bringing his hand out at crowd of villagers, with Mrs.
"and as far as drawing for last with the slip of paper in it. Graves beside him. "It isn't fair,
households is concerned, that's The crowd was quiet. A girl it isn't right," Mrs. Hutchinson
you, too. Right?" "Right," Bill whispered, "I hope it's not screamed, and then they were
Hutchinson said. "How many Nancy," and the sound of the upon her.
kids, Bill?" Mr. Summers asked whisper reached the edges of the
formally. "Three," Bill crowd. "It's not the way it used THE CASK OF
Hutchinson said. "There's Bill, to be." Old Man Warner said AMONTILLADO
Jr., and Nancy, and little Dave. clearly. "People ain't the way
And Tessie and me." they used to be." "All right," Mr.
file:///Users/carolynsigler/Deskt Summers said. "Open the by Edgar Allan Poe
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7:58:04 AM The Lottery-- Dave's." Mr. Graves opened the
Shirley Jackson "All right, slip of paper and there was a THE thousand injuries of
then," Mr. Summers said. general sigh through the crowd Fortunato I had borne as I
"Harry, you got their tickets as he held it up and everyone best could, but when he
back?" Mr. Graves nodded and could see that it was blank. ventured upon insult I vowed
held up the slips of paper. "Put Nancy and Bill. Jr.. opened
them in the box, then," Mr. theirs at the same time. and both
revenge. You, who so well
Summers directed. "Take Bill's beamed and laughed. turning know the nature of my soul,
and put it in." "I think we ought around to the crowd and holding will not suppose, however,
to start over," Mrs. Hutchinson their slips of paper above their that gave utterance to a
said, as quietly as she could. "I heads. "Tessie," Mr. Summers threat. At length I would be
tell you it wasn't fair. You didn't said. There was a pause, and avenged; this was a point
give him time enough to choose. then Mr. Summers looked at Bill definitely, settled --but the
Everybody saw that." Mr. Hutchinson, and Bill unfolded very definitiveness with
Graves had selected the five his paper and showed it. It was which it was resolved
slips and put them in the box. blank.
precluded the idea of risk. I
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must not only punish but
the breeze caught them and 7:58:04 AM The Lottery-- punish with impunity. A
lifted them off. "Listen, Shirley Jackson "It's Tessie," wrong is unredressed when
everybody," Mrs. Hutchinson Mr. Summers said, and his voice retribution overtakes its
was saying to the people around was hushed. "Show us her paper. redresser. It is equally
her. "Ready, Bill?" Mr. Bill." Bill Hutchinson went over unredressed when the
Summers asked. and Bill to his wife and forced the slip of avenger fails to make himself
Hutchinson, with one quick paper out of her hand. It had a felt as such to him who has
glance around at his wife and black spot on it, the black spot done the wrong.
children. nodded. "Remember," Mr. Summers had made the
Mr. Summers said. "take the night before with the heavy
slips and keep them folded until pencil in the coal company It must be understood that
each person has taken one. office. Bill Hutchinson held it neither by word nor deed had
Harry, you help little Dave." Mr. up, and there was a stir in the I given Fortunato cause to
Graves took the hand of the little crowd. "All right, folks." Mr. doubt my good will. I
boy, who came willingly with Summers said. "Let's finish continued, as was my in to
him up to the box. "Take a paper quickly." Although the villagers smile in his face, and he did
out of the box, Davy." Mr. had forgotten the ritual and lost not perceive that my to smile
Summers said. Davy put his the original black box, they still now was at the thought of his
hand into the box and laughed. remembered to use stones. The
immolation.
"Take just one paper." Mr. pile of stones the boys had made
Summers said. "Harry, you hold earlier was ready; there were
it for him." Mr. Graves took the stones on the ground with the He had a weak point --this
child's hand and removed the blowing scraps of paper that had Fortunato --although in other
folded paper from the tight fist come out of the box Delacroix regards he was a man to be
and held it while little Dave selected a stone so large she had respected and even feared. He
prided himself on his "As you are engaged, I am on into the vaults. I passed down
connoisseurship in wine. Few my way to Luchresi. If any a long and winding staircase,
Italians have the true virtuoso one has a critical turn it is he. requesting him to be cautious
spirit. For the most part their He will tell me --" as he followed. We came at
enthusiasm is adopted to suit length to the foot of the
the time and opportunity, to "Luchresi cannot tell descent, and stood together
practise imposture upon the Amontillado from Sherry." upon the damp ground of the
British and Austrian catacombs of the Montresors.
millionaires. In painting and "And yet some fools will
gemmary, Fortunato, like his have it that his taste is a The gait of my friend was
countrymen, was a quack, but match for your own. unsteady, and the bells upon
in the matter of old wines he his cap jingled as he strode.
was sincere. In this respect I "Come, let us go."
did not differ from him "The pipe," he said.
materially; --I was skilful in "Whither?"
the Italian vintages myself, "It is farther on," said I; "but
and bought largely whenever observe the white web-work
"To your vaults."
I could. which gleams from these
"My friend, no; I will not cavern walls."
It was about dusk, one
impose upon your good
evening during the supreme He turned towards me, and
nature. I perceive you have
madness of the carnival looked into my eves with two
an engagement. Luchresi--"
season, that I encountered my filmy orbs that distilled the
friend. He accosted me with rheum of intoxication.
excessive warmth, for he had "I have no engagement; --
been drinking much. The man come."
"Nitre?" he asked, at length.
wore motley. He had on a
tight-fitting parti-striped "My friend, no. It is not the
engagement, but the severe "Nitre," I replied. "How long
dress, and his head was
cold with which I perceive have you had that cough?"
surmounted by the conical
cap and bells. I was so you are afflicted. The vaults
pleased to see him that I are insufferably damp. They "Ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh!
thought I should never have are encrusted with nitre." ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh! --ugh!
done wringing his hand. ugh! ugh! --ugh! ugh! ugh!"
"Let us go, nevertheless. The
I said to him --"My dear cold is merely nothing. My poor friend found it
Fortunato, you are luckily Amontillado! You have been impossible to reply for many
met. How remarkably well imposed upon. And as for minutes.
you are looking to-day. But I Luchresi, he cannot
have received a pipe of what distinguish Sherry from "It is nothing," he said, at
passes for Amontillado, and I Amontillado." last.
have my doubts."
Thus speaking, Fortunato "Come," I said, with decision,
"How?" said he. possessed himself of my arm; "we will go back; your health
"Amontillado, A pipe? and putting on a mask of is precious. You are rich,
Impossible! And in the black silk and drawing a respected, admired, beloved;
middle of the carnival!" roquelaire closely about my you are happy, as once I was.
person, I suffered him to You are a man to be missed.
"I have my doubts," I replied; hurry me to my palazzo. For me it is no matter. We
"and I was silly enough to will go back; you will be ill,
pay the full Amontillado There were no attendants at and I cannot be responsible.
price without consulting you home; they had absconded to Besides, there is Luchresi --"
in the matter. You were not to make merry in honour of the
be found, and I was fearful of time. I had told them that I "Enough," he said; "the
losing a bargain." should not return until the cough's a mere nothing; it
morning, and had given them will not kill me. I shall not
"Amontillado!" explicit orders not to stir from die of a cough."
the house. These orders were
sufficient, I well knew, to "True --true," I replied; "and,
"I have my doubts."
insure their immediate indeed, I had no intention of
disappearance, one and all, as alarming you unnecessarily --
"Amontillado!" soon as my back was turned. but you should use all proper
caution. A draught of this
"And I must satisfy them." I took from their sconces two Medoc will defend us from
flambeaux, and giving one to the damps.
"Amontillado!" Fortunato, bowed him
through several suites of
rooms to the archway that led
Here I knocked off the neck I broke and reached him a crypt were still ornamented in
of a bottle which I drew from flagon of De Grave. He this manner. From the fourth
a long row of its fellows that emptied it at a breath. His side the bones had been
lay upon the mould. eyes flashed with a fierce thrown down, and lay
light. He laughed and threw promiscuously upon the
"Drink," I said, presenting the bottle upwards with a earth, forming at one point a
him the wine. gesticulation I did not mound of some size. Within
understand. the wall thus exposed by the
He raised it to his lips with a displacing of the bones, we
leer. He paused and nodded I looked at him in surprise. perceived a still interior crypt
to me familiarly, while his He repeated the movement -- or recess, in depth about four
bells jingled. a grotesque one. feet, in width three, in height
six or seven. It seemed to
"I drink," he said, "to the "You do not comprehend?" have been constructed for no
buried that repose around us." he said. especial use within itself, but
formed merely the interval
"And I to your long life." "Not I," I replied. between two of the colossal
supports of the roof of the
"Then you are not of the catacombs, and was backed
He again took my arm, and
brotherhood." by one of their
we proceeded.
circumscribing walls of solid
granite.
"These vaults," he said, "are "How?"
extensive."
It was in vain that Fortunato,
"You are not of the masons."
uplifting his dull torch,
"The Montresors," I replied, endeavoured to pry into the
"were a great and numerous "Yes, yes," I said; "yes, yes." depth of the recess. Its
family." termination the feeble light
"You? Impossible! A did not enable us to see.
"I forget your arms." mason?"
"Proceed," I said; "herein is
"A huge human foot d'or, in a "A mason," I replied. the Amontillado. As for
field azure; the foot crushes a Luchresi --"
serpent rampant whose fangs "A sign," he said, "a sign."
are imbedded in the heel." "He is an ignoramus,"
"It is this," I answered, interrupted my friend, as he
"And the motto?" producing from beneath the stepped unsteadily forward,
folds of my roquelaire a while I followed immediately
"Nemo me impune lacessit." trowel. at his heels. In niche, and
finding an instant he had
"Good!" he said. "You jest," he exclaimed, reached the extremity of the
recoiling a few paces. "But niche, and finding his
The wine sparkled in his eyes let us proceed to the progress arrested by the rock,
and the bells jingled. My own Amontillado." stood stupidly bewildered. A
fancy grew warm with the moment more and I had
Medoc. We had passed "Be it so," I said, replacing fettered him to the granite. In
through long walls of piled the tool beneath the cloak and its surface were two iron
skeletons, with casks and again offering him my arm. staples, distant from each
puncheons intermingling, into He leaned upon it heavily. other about two feet,
the inmost recesses of the We continued our route in horizontally. From one of
catacombs. I paused again, search of the Amontillado. these depended a short chain,
and this time I made bold to We passed through a range of from the other a padlock.
seize Fortunato by an arm low arches, descended, Throwing the links about his
above the elbow. passed on, and descending waist, it was but the work of
again, arrived at a deep crypt, a few seconds to secure it. He
"The nitre!" I said; "see, it in which the foulness of the was too much astounded to
increases. It hangs like moss air caused our flambeaux resist. Withdrawing the key I
upon the vaults. We are rather to glow than flame. stepped back from the recess.
below the river's bed. The
drops of moisture trickle At the most remote end of the "Pass your hand," I said,
among the bones. Come, we crypt there appeared another "over the wall; you cannot
will go back ere it is too late. less spacious. Its walls had help feeling the nitre. Indeed,
Your cough --" been lined with human it is very damp. Once more
remains, piled to the vault let me implore you to return.
"It is nothing," he said; "let us overhead, in the fashion of No? Then I must positively
go on. But first, another the great catacombs of Paris. leave you. But I must first
draught of the Medoc." Three sides of this interior
render you all the little the catacombs, and felt aperture and let it fall within.
attentions in my power." satisfied. I reapproached the There came forth in return
wall; I replied to the yells of only a jingling of the bells.
"The Amontillado!" him who clamoured. I re- My heart grew sick; it was
ejaculated my friend, not yet echoed, I aided, I surpassed the dampness of the
recovered from his them in volume and in catacombs that made it so. I
astonishment. strength. I did this, and the hastened to make an end of
clamourer grew still. my labour. I forced the last
"True," I replied; "the stone into its position; I
Amontillado." It was now midnight, and my plastered it up. Against the
task was drawing to a close. I new masonry I re-erected the
As I said these words I busied had completed the eighth, the old rampart of bones. For the
myself among the pile of ninth and the tenth tier. I had half of a century no mortal
bones of which I have before finished a portion of the last has disturbed them. In pace
spoken. Throwing them and the eleventh; there requiescat!
aside, I soon uncovered a remained but a single stone to
quantity of building stone and be fitted and plastered in. I THE TELL-TALE HEART
mortar. With these materials struggled with its weight; I
and with the aid of my placed it partially in its by Edgar Allan Poe
trowel, I began vigorously to destined position. But now 1843
wall up the entrance of the there came from out the niche
niche. a low laugh that erected the TRUE! --nervous --very, very
hairs upon my head. It was dreadfully nervous I had been
I had scarcely laid the first succeeded by a sad voice, and am; but why will you say
tier of the masonry when I which I had difficulty in that I am mad? The disease
discovered that the recognizing as that of the had sharpened my senses --
intoxication of Fortunato had noble Fortunato. The voice not destroyed --not dulled
in a great measure worn off. said-- them. Above all was the
The earliest indication I had sense of hearing acute. I
of this was a low moaning "Ha! ha! ha! --he! he! he! --a heard all things in the heaven
cry from the depth of the very good joke, indeed --an and in the earth. I heard many
recess. It was not the cry of a excellent jest. We will have things in hell. How, then, am
drunken man. There was then many a rich laugh about it at I mad? Hearken! and observe
a long and obstinate silence. I the palazzo --he! he! he! -- how healthily --how calmly I
laid the second tier, and the over our wine --he! he! he!" can tell you the whole story.
third, and the fourth; and then
I heard the furious vibrations "The Amontillado!" I said. It is impossible to say how
of the chain. The noise lasted first the idea entered my
for several minutes, during "He! he! he! --he! he! he! -- brain; but once conceived, it
which, that I might hearken yes, the Amontillado. But is it haunted me day and night.
to it with the more not getting late? Will not they Object there was none.
satisfaction, I ceased my be awaiting us at the palazzo, Passion there was none. I
labours and sat down upon the Lady Fortunato and the loved the old man. He had
the bones. When at last the rest? Let us be gone." never wronged me. He had
clanking subsided, I resumed never given me insult. For his
the trowel, and finished "Yes," I said, "let us be gold I had no desire. I think it
without interruption the fifth, gone." was his eye! yes, it was this!
the sixth, and the seventh tier. He had the eye of a vulture --
The wall was now nearly "For the love of God, a pale blue eye, with a film
upon a level with my breast. I Montresor!" over it. Whenever it fell upon
again paused, and holding the me, my blood ran cold; and
flambeaux over the mason- "Yes," I said, "for the love of so by degrees --very
work, threw a few feeble rays God!" gradually --I made up my
upon the figure within. mind to take the life of the
But to these words I old man, and thus rid myself
A succession of loud and hearkened in vain for a reply. of the eye forever.
shrill screams, bursting I grew impatient. I called
suddenly from the throat of aloud -- Now this is the point. You
the chained form, seemed to fancy me mad. Madmen
thrust me violently back. For "Fortunato!" know nothing. But you
a brief moment I hesitated, I should have seen me. You
trembled. Unsheathing my should have seen how wisely
No answer. I called again --
rapier, I began to grope with I proceeded --with what
it about the recess; but the caution --with what foresight
thought of an instant "Fortunato!"
--with what dissimulation I
reassured me. I placed my went to work! I was never
hand upon the solid fabric of No answer still. I thrust a kinder to the old man than
torch through the remaining
during the whole week before room was as black as pitch victim. And it was the
I killed him. And every night, with the thick darkness, (for mournful influence of the
about midnight, I turned the the shutters were close unperceived shadow that
latch of his door and opened fastened, through fear of caused him to feel --although
it --oh so gently! And then, robbers,) and so I knew that he neither saw nor heard --to
when I had made an opening he could not see the opening feel the presence of my head
sufficient for my head, I put of the door, and I kept within the room.
in a dark lantern, all closed, pushing it on steadily,
closed, that no light shone steadily. When I had waited a long
out, and then I thrust in my time, very patiently, without
head. Oh, you would have I had my head in, and was hearing him lie down, I
laughed to see how cunningly about to open the lantern, resolved to open a little --a
I thrust it in! I moved it when my thumb slipped upon very, very little crevice in the
slowly --very, very slowly, so the tin fastening, and the old lantern. So I opened it --you
that I might not disturb the man sprang up in bed, crying cannot imagine how
old man's sleep. It took me an out --"Who's there?" stealthily, stealthily --until, at
hour to place my whole head length a simple dim ray, like
within the opening so far that I kept quite still and said the thread of the spider, shot
I could see him as he lay nothing. For a whole hour I from out the crevice and fell
upon his bed. Ha! would a did not move a muscle, and in full upon the vulture eye.
madman have been so wise as the meantime I did not hear
this, And then, when my head him lie down. He was still It was open --wide, wide
was well in the room, I undid sitting up in the bed listening; open --and I grew furious as I
the lantern cautiously-oh, so --just as I have done, night gazed upon it. I saw it with
cautiously --cautiously (for after night, hearkening to the perfect distinctness --all a
the hinges creaked) --I undid death watches in the wall. dull blue, with a hideous veil
it just so much that a single over it that chilled the very
thin ray fell upon the vulture Presently I heard a slight marrow in my bones; but I
eye. And this I did for seven groan, and I knew it was the could see nothing else of the
long nights --every night just groan of mortal terror. It was old man's face or person: for I
at midnight --but I found the not a groan of pain or of grief had directed the ray as if by
eye always closed; and so it --oh, no! --it was the low instinct, precisely upon the
was impossible to do the stifled sound that arises from damned spot.
work; for it was not the old the bottom of the soul when
man who vexed me, but his overcharged with awe. I And have I not told you that
Evil Eye. And every knew the sound well. Many a what you mistake for
morning, when the day broke, night, just at midnight, when madness is but over-
I went boldly into the all the world slept, it has acuteness of the sense? --
chamber, and spoke welled up from my own now, I say, there came to my
courageously to him, calling bosom, deepening, with its ears a low, dull, quick sound,
him by name in a hearty tone, dreadful echo, the terrors that such as a watch makes when
and inquiring how he has distracted me. I say I knew it enveloped in cotton. I knew
passed the night. So you see well. I knew what the old that sound well, too. It was
he would have been a very man felt, and pitied him, the beating of the old man's
profound old man, indeed, to although I chuckled at heart. I heart. It increased my fury, as
suspect that every night, just knew that he had been lying the beating of a drum
at twelve, I looked in upon awake ever since the first stimulates the soldier into
him while he slept. slight noise, when he had courage.
turned in the bed. His fears
Upon the eighth night I was had been ever since growing But even yet I refrained and
more than usually cautious in upon him. He had been trying kept still. I scarcely breathed.
opening the door. A watch's to fancy them causeless, but I held the lantern motionless.
minute hand moves more could not. He had been I tried how steadily I could
quickly than did mine. Never saying to himself --"It is maintain the ray upon the
before that night had I felt the nothing but the wind in the eve. Meantime the hellish
extent of my own powers --of chimney --it is only a mouse tattoo of the heart increased.
my sagacity. I could scarcely crossing the floor," or "It is It grew quicker and quicker,
contain my feelings of merely a cricket which has and louder and louder every
triumph. To think that there I made a single chirp." Yes, he instant. The old man's terror
was, opening the door, little had been trying to comfort must have been extreme! It
by little, and he not even to himself with these grew louder, I say, louder
dream of my secret deeds or suppositions: but he had every moment! --do you
thoughts. I fairly chuckled at found all in vain. All in vain; mark me well I have told you
the idea; and perhaps he because Death, in that I am nervous: so I am.
heard me; for he moved on approaching him had stalked And now at the dead hour of
the bed suddenly, as if with his black shadow before the night, amid the dreadful
startled. Now you may think him, and enveloped the silence of that old house, so
that I drew back --but no. His
strange a noise as this excited went down to open it with a sound as a watch makes when
me to uncontrollable terror. light heart, --for what had I enveloped in cotton. I gasped
Yet, for some minutes longer now to fear? There entered for breath --and yet the
I refrained and stood still. But three men, who introduced officers heard it not. I talked
the beating grew louder, themselves, with perfect more quickly --more
louder! I thought the heart suavity, as officers of the vehemently; but the noise
must burst. And now a new police. A shriek had been steadily increased. I arose and
anxiety seized me --the sound heard by a neighbour during argued about trifles, in a high
would be heard by a the night; suspicion of foul key and with violent
neighbour! The old man's play had been aroused; gesticulations; but the noise
hour had come! With a loud information had been lodged steadily increased. Why
yell, I threw open the lantern at the police office, and they would they not be gone? I
and leaped into the room. He (the officers) had been paced the floor to and fro
shrieked once --once only. In deputed to search the with heavy strides, as if
an instant I dragged him to premises. excited to fury by the
the floor, and pulled the observations of the men --but
heavy bed over him. I then I smiled, --for what had I to the noise steadily increased.
smiled gaily, to find the deed fear? I bade the gentlemen Oh God! what could I do? I
so far done. But, for many welcome. The shriek, I said, foamed --I raved --I swore! I
minutes, the heart beat on was my own in a dream. The swung the chair upon which I
with a muffled sound. This, old man, I mentioned, was had been sitting, and grated it
however, did not vex me; it absent in the country. I took upon the boards, but the noise
would not be heard through my visitors all over the arose over all and continually
the wall. At length it ceased. house. I bade them search -- increased. It grew louder --
The old man was dead. I search well. I led them, at louder --louder! And still the
removed the bed and length, to his chamber. I men chatted pleasantly, and
examined the corpse. Yes, he showed them his treasures, smiled. Was it possible they
was stone, stone dead. I secure, undisturbed. In the heard not? Almighty God! --
placed my hand upon the enthusiasm of my confidence, no, no! They heard! --they
heart and held it there many I brought chairs into the suspected! --they knew! --
minutes. There was no room, and desired them here they were making a mockery
pulsation. He was stone dead. to rest from their fatigues, of my horror!-this I thought,
His eve would trouble me no while I myself, in the wild and this I think. But anything
more. audacity of my perfect was better than this agony!
triumph, placed my own seat Anything was more tolerable
If still you think me mad, you upon the very spot beneath than this derision! I could
will think so no longer when which reposed the corpse of bear those hypocritical smiles
I describe the wise the victim. no longer! I felt that I must
precautions I took for the scream or die! and now --
concealment of the body. The The officers were satisfied. again! --hark! louder! louder!
night waned, and I worked My manner had convinced louder! louder!
hastily, but in silence. First of them. I was singularly at
all I dismembered the corpse. ease. They sat, and while I "Villains!" I shrieked,
I cut off the head and the answered cheerily, they "dissemble no more! I admit
arms and the legs. chatted of familiar things. the deed! --tear up the planks!
But, ere long, I felt myself here, here! --It is the beating
I then took up three planks getting pale and wished them of his hideous heart!"
from the flooring of the gone. My head ached, and I
chamber, and deposited all fancied a ringing in my ears: Ang Paglilitis Ni Mang
between the scantlings. I then but still they sat and still Serapio
replaced the boards so chatted. The ringing became
cleverly, so cunningly, that more distinct: --It continued by Paul Dumol
no human eye --not even his - and became more distinct: I
-could have detected any talked more freely to get rid Unang Tagapagtanong: (Sa
thing wrong. There was of the feeling: but it Ikalawang Tagapagtanong)
nothing to wash out --no stain continued and gained O, sige na.
of any kind --no blood-spot definiteness --until, at length,
whatever. I had been too I found that the noise was not Ikalawang Tagapagtanong:
wary for that. A tub had within my ears. Sige. (Lalakad sila sa harap
caught all --ha! ha! ng kanilang mesa)
No doubt I now grew very
When I had made an end of pale; --but I talked more Dalawang Tagapagtanong:
these labors, it was four fluently, and with a (Sa mga manonood) Narito
o'clock --still dark as heightened voice. Yet the ho kayo upang panoorin ang
midnight. As the bell sounded sound increased --and what isang paglilitis, dahila’y ang
the hour, there came a could I do? It was a low, dull, krimen ng isang pulubing
knocking at the street door. I quick sound --much such a huling- huli namin. Si Mang
Serapiong pisak at surutin. mga manonood) Krimen bagay)
(Tatakbo sila sa kanilang sapagkat ang pag-aaruga ng
mesa.) Dalhin dito ang bata ay panunuksong Ikalawang Tagapagtanong:
nasasakdal! Dalhin dito ang gumasta.Samakatuwid Tumindig ka ng matuwid!
nasasakdal! Dalhin dito ang nawawalan ng pera ang
nasasakdal! Dalhin dito agad! federacion. Nahuli siya ng Unang Tagapagtanong:
tatlong kasapi nitong Sabihin mo sa amin ang
(Hahalakhak, hihiyaw, at federacion. Narinig siyang pangalan mo.
papalakpak ang mga Pulubi. nagsasalita sa anak niya at
Hihilahin ng dalawang bantay alam pa nila ang pangalan ng Ikalawang tagapagtanong:
si Mang Serapio sa gitna ng anak niya- Sol. Pormalidad Pangalan!
silid at iiwan doon. na lamang itong paglilitis.
Katahimikan.) Serapio: Serapio, ho.
Hukom: Pormalidad na rin ho
Unang Tagapagtanong: ang hatol ko. Unang Tagapagtanong: (Sa
Magandang gabi, ginoo. Ikalawang Tagapagtanong)
Unang tagapagtanong: Ang Serapio.
Serapio: Magandang gabi rin parusa niya ay nais panoorin
ho. (Sandaling titigil) Mga nitong mga pulubi. Siya’y Ikalawang tagapagtanong:
ginoo – bubulagin. (Bubungisngis at Serapio?
tatawa ang mga pulubi)
Dalawang Tagapagtanong: Ginoong Serapio, mabuti Unang Tagapagtanong:
Silencio! ba’ng tulog mo? Serapio?