Bildungsromans; Fathers and sons -- Fiction; Young men -- Fiction
At a corner he turned and came into a quiet residence street where frame
houses stood in the midst of little green lawns and thoughts of his
boyhood in the Iowa town came back to him. And then his mind moving
forward, he remembered nights in the city when he had stolen away to the
arms of women. Hot shame burned in his cheeks and his eyes felt hot.
“I must go to her--I must go to her at her house--now--tonight--and tell
her all of these things, and beg her to forgive me,” he thought.
And then the absurdity of such a course striking him he laughed aloud.
“It cleanses me! this cleanses me!” he said to himself.
He remembered the men who had sat about the stove in Wildman’s grocery
when he was a boy and the stories they sometimes told. He remembered how
he, as a boy in the city, had run through the crowded streets fleeing
from the terror of lust. He began to understand how distorted, how
strangely perverted, his whole attitude toward women and sex had been.
“Sex is a solution, not a menace--it is wonderful,” he told himself
without knowing fully the meaning of the word that had sprung to his
lips.
When, at last, he turned into Michigan Avenue and went toward his
apartment, the late moon was just mounting the sky and a clock in one of
the sleeping houses was striking three.
CHAPTER VI
One evening, six weeks after the talk in the gathering darkness in
Jackson Park, Sue Rainey and Sam McPherson sat on the deck of a Lake
Michigan steamer watching the lights of Chicago blink out in the
distance. They had been married that afternoon in Colonel Tom’s big
house on the south side; and now they sat on the deck of the boat, being
carried out into darkness, vowed to motherhood and to fatherhood, each
more or less afraid of the other. They sat in silence, looking at
the blinking lights and listening to the low voices of their fellow
passengers, also sitting in the chairs along the deck or strolling
leisurely about, and to the wash of the water along the sides of the
boat, eager to break down a little reserve that the solemnity of the
marriage service had built up between them.
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