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THE MAN'S STORY

BY SHERWOOD ANDERSON

DURING his trial for murder and later, after he had been cleared through the confession of that queer little bald chap with the nervous hands, I watched him, fascinated by his continued effort to make something understood.

He was persistently interested in something having nothing to do with the charge that he had murdered the woman. The matter of whether or not and by due process of law he was to be convicted of murder and hanged by the neck until he was dead didn’t seem to interest him. The law was something outside his life. He simply declined to have anything to do with the killing as one might decline a cigarette. "I thank you, I am not smoking at present. I made a bet with a fellow that I could go along without cigarettes for a month."

That is the sort of thing I mean. It was puzzling. Really had he been guilty and trying to save his neck he couldn't have taken a better line. You see, at first, everyone thought that he had done the killing; we were all convinced of it, and then, just because of that magnificent air of indifference, everyone began wanting to save him. When news came of the confession of the crazy little stage-hand everyone broke out into cheers.

He was clear of the law after that, but his manner in no way changed. There was, somewhere, a man or a woman who would understand just what he understood, and it was important to find that person and talk things over. There was a time, during the trial and immediately afterwards, when I saw a good deal of him; and I had this sharp sense of him feeling about in the darkness trying to find something like a needle or pin lost on the floor. Well, he was like an old man who cannot find his glasses. He feels in all his pockets and looks helplessly about.

There was a question in my own mind too, in everyone's mind—"Can a man be wholly casual and brutal in every outward way, at a moment when the one nearest and dearest to him is dying, and at the same time and with quite another part of himself be altogether tender and sensitive?"