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casual and horrible love affairs； saw boys fighting and listened to their tales of thieving and drunkenness； unmoved and strangely unaffected。
Once Tom did steal。 That was while he still lived in the city。 The grandmother was ill at the time and he himself was out of work。 There was nothing to eat in the house； and so he went into a harness shop on a side street and stole a dollar and seventy…five cents out of the cash drawer。
The harness shop was run by an old man with a long mustache。 He saw the boy lurking about and thought nothing of it。 When he went out into the street to talk to a teamster Tom opened the cash drawer and taking the money walked away。 Later he was caught and his grandmother settled the mat… ter by offering to come twice a week for a month and scrub the shop。 The boy was ashamed； but he was rather glad； too。 〃It is all right to be ashamed and makes me understand new things；〃 he said to the grandmother； who didn't know what the boy was talking about but loved him so much that it didn't matter whether she understood or not。
For a year Tom Foster lived in the banker's stable and then lost his place there。 He didn't take very good care of the horses and he was a constant source of irritation to the banker's wife。 She told him to mow the lawn and he forgot。 Then she sent him to the store or to the post office and he did not come back but joined a group of men and boys and spent the whole afternoon with them； standing about； lis… tening and occasionally； when addressed； saying a few words。 As in the city in the houses of prostitu… tion and with the rowdy boys running through the streets at night； so in Winesburg among its citizens he had always the power to be a part of and yet distinctly apart from the life about him。
After Tom lost his place at Banker White's he did not live with his grandmother； although often in the evening she came to visit him。 He rented a room at the rear of a little frame building belonging to old Rufus Whiting。 The building was on Duane Street； just off Main Street； and had been used for years as a law office by the old man； who had become too feeble and forgetful for the practice of his profession but did not realize his inefficiency。 He liked Tom and let him have the room for a dollar a month。 In the late afternoon when the lawyer had gone home the boy had the place to himself and spent hours lying on the floor by the stove and thinking of things。 In the evening the grandmother came and sat in the lawyer's chair to smoke a pipe while Tom remained silent； as he always； did in the presence of everyone。
Often the old woman talked with great vigor。 Sometimes she was angry about some happening at the banker's house and scolded away for hours。 Out of her own earnings she bought a mop and regularly scrubbed the lawyer's office。 Then when the place was spotlessly clean and smelled clean she lighted her clay pipe and she and Tom had a smoke to… gether。 〃When you get ready to die then I will die also；〃 she said to the boy lying on the floor beside her chair。
Tom Foster enjoyed life in Winesburg。 He did odd jobs； such as cutting wood for kitchen stoves and mowing the grass before houses。 In late May and early June he picked strawberries in the fields。 He had time to loaf and he enjoyed loafing。 Banker White had given him a cast…off coat which was too large for him； but his grandmother cut it down； and he had also an overcoat； got at the same place； that was lined with fur。 The fur was worn away in spots； but the coat was warm and in the winter Tom slept in it。 He thought his method of getting along good enough and was happy and satisfied with the way fife in Winesburg had turned out for him。
The most absurd little things made Tom Foster happy。 That； I suppose； was why people loved him。 In Hern's Grocery they would be roasting coffee on Friday afternoon； preparatory to the Saturday rush of trade； and the rich odor invaded lower Main Street。 Tom Foster appeared and sat on a box at the rear of the store。 For an hour he did not move but sat perfectly still； filling his being with the spicy odor that made him half drunk with happiness。 〃I like it；〃 he said gently。 〃It makes me think of things far away； places and things like that。〃
One night Tom Foster got drunk。 That came about in a curious way。 He never had been drunk before； and indeed in all his fife had never taken a drink of anything intoxicating； but he felt he needed to be drunk that one time and so went and did it。
In Cincinnati； when he lived there； Tom had found out many things； things about ugliness and crime and lust。 Indeed； he knew more of these things than anyone else in Winesburg。 The matter of sex in particular had presented itself to him in a quite horrible way and had made a deep impression on his mind。 He thought； after what he had seen of the women standing before the squalid houses on cold nights and the look he had seen in the eyes of the men who stopped to talk to them； that he would put sex altogether out of his own life。 One of the women of the neighborhood tempted him once and he went into a room with her。 He never forgot the smell of the room nor the greedy look that came into the eyes of the woman。 It sickened him and in a very terrible way left a scar on his soul。 He had always before thought of women as quite innocent things； much like his grandmother； but after that one experience in the room he dismissed women from his mind。 So gentle was his nature that he could not hate anything and not being able to under… stand he decided to forget。
And Tom did forget until he came to Winesburg。 After he had lived there for two years something began to stir in him。 On all sides he saw youth mak… ing love and he was himself a youth。 Before he knew what had happened he was in love also。 He fell in love with Helen White； daughter of the man for whom he had worked； and found himself think… ing of her at night。
That was a problem for Tom and he settled it in his own way。 He let himself think of Helen White whenever her figure came into his mind and only concerned himself with the manner of his thoughts。 He had a fight； a quiet determined little fight of his own； to keep his desires in the channel where he thought they belonged； but on the whole he was victorious。
And then came the spring night when he got drunk。 Tom was wild on that night。 He was like an innocent young buck of the forest that has eaten of some maddening weed。 The thing began； ran its course； and was ended in one night； and you may be sure that no one in Winesburg was any the worse for Tom's outbreak。
In the first place； the night was one to make a sensitive nature drunk。 The trees along the resi… dence streets of the town were all newly clothed in soft green leaves； in the gardens behind the houses men were puttering about in vegetable gardens； and in the air there was a hush； a waiting kind of silence very stirring to the blood。
Tom left his room on Duane Street just as the young night began to make itself felt。 First he walked through the streets； going softly and quietly along； thinking thoughts that he tried to put into words。 He said that Helen White was a flame danc… ing in