"What wont work?" I say. He had to get on the train to go to Jackson. I have not been on the train, but Darl has been on the train. Darl. Darl is my brother. Darl. Darl
Darl
Darl has gone to Jackson. They put him on the train, laughing, down the long car laughing, the heads turning like the heads of owls when he pa.s.sed. "What are you laughing at?" I said.
"Yes yes yes yes yes."
Two men put him on the train. They wore mismatched coats, bulging behind over their right hip pockets. Their necks were shaved to a hairline, as though the recent and simultaneous barbers had had a chalk-line like Cash"s. "Is it the pistols you"re laughing at?" I said. "Why do you laugh?" I said. "Is it because you hate the sound of laughing?"
They pulled two seats together so Darl could sit by the window to laugh. One of them sat beside him, the other sat on the seat facing him, riding backward. One of them had to ride backward because the state"s money has a face to each backside and a backside to each face, and they are riding on the state"s money which is incest. A nickel has a woman on one side and a buffalo on the other; two faces and no back. I dont know what that is. Darl had a little spy-gla.s.s he got in France at the war. In it it had a woman and a pig with two backs and no face. I know what that is. "Is that why you are laughing, Darl?"
"Yes yes yes yes yes yes."
The wagon stands on the square, hitched, the mules motionless, the reins wrapped about the seat-spring, the back of the wagon toward the courthouse. It looks no different from a hundred other wagons there; Jewel standing beside it and looking up the street like any other man in town that day, yet there is something different, distinctive. There is about it that un-mistakable air of definite and imminent departure that trains have, perhaps due to the fact that Dewey Dell and Vardaman on the seat and Cash on a pallet in the wagon bed are eating bananas from a paper bag. "Is that why you are laughing, Darl?"
Darl is our brother, our brother Darl. Our brother Darl in a cage in Jackson where, his grimed hands lying light in the quiet interstices, looking out he foams.
"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes."
Dewey Dell
When he saw the money I said, "It"s not my money, it doesn"t belong to me."
"Whose is it, then?"
"It"s Cora Tull"s money. It"s Mrs Tull"s. I sold the cakes for it."
"Ten dollars for two cakes?"
"Dont you touch it. It"s not mine."
"You never had them cakes. It"s a lie. It was them Sunday clothes you had in that package."
"Dont you touch it! If you take it you are a thief."
"My own daughter accuses me of being a thief. My own daughter."
"Pa. Pa."
"I have fed you and sheltered you. I give you love and care, yet my own daughter, the daughter of nay dead wife, calls me a thief over her mother"s grave."
"It"s not mine, I tell you. If it was, G.o.d knows you could have it."
"Where did you get ten dollars?"
"Pa. Pa."
"You wont tell me. Did you come by it so shameful you dare not?"
"It"s not mine, I tell you. Cant you understand it"s not mine?"
"It"s not like I wouldn"t pay it back. But she calls her own father a thief."
"I cant, I tell you. I tell you it"s not my money. G.o.d knows you could have it."
"I wouldn"t take it. My own born daughter that has et my food for seventeen years, begrudges me the loan of ten dollars."
"It"s not mine. I cant."
"Whose is it, then?"
"It was give to me. To buy something with."
"To buy what with?"
"Pa. Pa."
"It"s just a loan. G.o.d knows, I hate for my blooden children to reproach me. But I give them what was mine without stint. Cheerful I give them, without stint. And now they deny me. Addie. It was lucky for you you died, Addie."
"Pa. Pa."
"G.o.d knows it is."
He took the money and went out.
Cash
So when we stopped there to borrow the shovels we heard the graphophone playing in the house, and so when we got done with the shovels pa says, "I reckon I better take them back."
So we went back to the house. "We better take Cash on to Peabody"s," Jewel said.
"It wont take but a minute," pa said. He got down from the wagon. The music was not playing now.
"Let Vardaman do it," Jewel said. "He can do it in half the time you can. Or here, you let me--"
"I reckon I better do it," pa says. "Long as it was me that borrowed them."
So we set in the wagon, but the music wasn"t playing now. I reckon it"s a good thing we aint got ere a one of them. I reckon I wouldn"t never get no work done a-tall for listening to it. I dont know if a little music aint about the nicest thing a fellow can have. Seems like when he comes in tired of a night, it aint nothing could rest him like having a little music played and him resting. I have see them that shuts up like a hand-grip, with a handle and all, so a fellow can carry it with him wherever he wants.
"What you reckon he"s doing?" Jewel says. "I could a toted them shovels back and forth ten times by now."
"Let him take his time," I said. "He aint as spry as you, remember."
"Why didn"t he let me take them back, then? We got to get your leg fixed up so we can start home tomorrow."
"We got plenty of time," I said. "I wonder what them machines costs on the installment."
"Installment of what?" Jewel said. "What you got to buy it with?"
"A fellow cant tell," I said. "I could a bought that one from Suratt for five dollars, I believe."
And so pa come back and we went to Peabody"s. While we was there pa said he was going to the barbershop and get a shave. And so that night he said he had some business to tend to, kind of looking away from us while he said it, with his hair combed wet and slick and smelling sweet with perfume, but I said leave him be; I wouldn"t mind hearing a little more of that music myself.
And so next morning he was gone again, then he come back and told us to get hitched up and ready to take out and he would meet us and when they was gone he said, "I dont reckon you got no more money."
"Peabody just give me enough to pay the hotel with," I said. "We dont need nothing else, do we?"
"No," pa said; "no. We dont need nothing." He stood there, not looking at me.
"If it is something we got to have, I reckon maybe Peabody," I said.
"No," he said; "it aint nothing else. You all wait for me at the corner."
So Jewel got the team and come for me and they fixed me a pallet in the wagon and we drove across the square to the corner where pa said, and we was waiting there in the wagon, with Dewey Dell and Vardaman eating bananas, when we see them coming up the street. Pa was coming along with that kind of daresome and hangdog look all at once like when he has been up to something he knows ma aint going to like, carrying a grip in his hand, and Jewel says, "Who"s that?"
Then we see it wasn"t the grip that made him look different; it was his face, and Jewel says, "He got them teeth."
It was a fact. It made him look a foot taller, kind of holding his head up, hangdog and proud too, and then we see her behind him, carrying the other grip--a kind of duck-shaped woman all dressed up, with them kind of hard-looking pop eyes like she was daring ere a man to say nothing. And there we set watching them, with Dewey Dell"s and Vardaman"s mouth half open and half-et bananas in their hands and her coming around from behind pa, looking at us like she dared ere a man. And then I see that the grip she was carrying was one of them little graphophones. It was for a fact, all shut up as pretty as a picture, and every-time a new record would come from the mail order and us setting in the house in the winter, listening to it, I would think what a shame Darl couldn"t be to enjoy it too. But it is better so for him. This world is not his world; this life his life.
"It"s Cash and Jewel and Vardaman and Dewey Dell," pa says, kind of hangdog and proud too, with his teeth and all, even if he wouldn"t look at us. "Meet Mrs Bundren," he says.