Why Did the
Swear? by Stephen Crane
OR, THE UNSATISFACTORY FRENCH.
All was silent in the little gent's furnishing store. A lonely clerk
with a blonde moustache and a red necktie raised a languid hand to his
brow and brushed back a dangling lock. He yawned and gazed gloomily at
the blurred panes of the windows.
Without, the wind and rain came swirling round the brick buildings
and went sweeping over the streets. A horse-car rumbled stolidly by. In
the mud on the pavements, a few pedestrians struggled with excited
The deuce! remarked the clerk. I'd give ten dollars if somebody
would come in and buy something, if 'twere only cotton socks.
He waited amid the shadows of the grey afternoon. No customers came.
He heaved a long sigh and sat down on a high stool. From beneath a
stack of unlaundried shirts he drew a French novel with a picture on
the cover. He yawned again, glanced lazily toward the street, and
settled himself as comfortable as the gods would let him upon the high
He opened the book and began to read. Soon it could have been
noticed that his blonde moustache took on a curl of enthusiasm, and the
refractory locks on his brow showed symptoms of soft agitation.
Silvere did not see the young girl for some days, read the clerk.
He was miserable. He seemed always to inhale that subtle perfume from
her hair. At night he saw her eyes in the stars.
His dreams were troubled. He watched the house. Heloise did not
appear. One day he met Vibert. Vibert wore a black frock-coat. There
were wine-stains on the right breast. His collar was soiled. He had not
Silvere burst into tears. 'I love her! I love her! I shall die!'
Vibert laughed scornfully. His necktie was second-hand. Idiotic, this
boy in love. Fool! Simpleton! But at last he pitied him. She goes to
the music-teacher's every morning. Silly Silvere embraced him.
The next day Silvere waited at the street corner. A vendor was
selling chestnuts. Two gamins were fighting in an alley. A woman was
scrubbing some steps. This great Paris throbbed with life.
Heloise came. She did not perceive Silvere. She passed with a happy
smile on her face. She looked fresh, fair, innocent. Silvere felt
himself swooning. 'Ah, my God!'
She crossed the street. The young man received a shock that sent
the warm blood to his brain. It had been raining. There was mud. With
one slender hand Heloise lifted her skirts. Silvere leaning forward,
A young man in a wet mackintosh came into the little gent's
Ah, beg pardon, said he to the clerk, but do you have an agency
for a steam laundry here? I have been patronising a Chinaman down th'
avenue for some time, but hewhat? No? You have none here? Well, why
don't you start one, anyhow? It'd be a good thing in this
neighbourhood. I live just round the corner, and it'd be a great thing
for me. I know lots of people who wouldwhat? Oh, you don't? Oh!
As the young man in the wet mackintosh retreated, the clerk with a
blonde moustache made a hungry grab at the novel. He continued to read:
Handkerchief fall in a puddle. Silvere sprang forward. He picked up
the handkerchief. Their eyes met. As he returned the handkerchief,
their hands touched. The young girl smiled. Silvere was in ecstacies.
'Ah, my God!'
A baker opposite was quarrelling over two sous with an old woman.
A grey-haired veteran with a medal upon his breast and a butcher's
boy were watching a dog-fight. The smell of dead animals came from
adjacent slaughter-houses. The letters on the sign over the tinsmith's
shop on the corner shone redly like great clots of blood. It was hell
on roller skates.
Here the clerk skipped some seventeen chapters descriptive of a
number of intricate money transactions, the moles on the neck of a
Parisian dressmaker, the process of making brandy, the milk-leg of
Silvere's aunt, life in the coal-pits, and scenes in the Chamber of
Deputies. In these chapters the reputation of the architect of
Charlemagne's palace was vindicated, and it was explained why Heloise's
grandmother didn't keep her stockings pulled up.
Then he proceeded: Heloise went to the country. The next day
Silvere followed. They met in the fields. The young girl had donned the
garb of the peasants. She blushed. She looked fresh, fair, innocent.
Silvere felt faint with rapture. 'Ah, my God!'
She had been running. Out of breath, she sank down in the hay. She
held out her hand. 'I am so glad to see you.' Silvere was enchanted at
this vision. He bended toward her. Suddenly he burst into tears. 'I
love you! I love you! I love you!' he stammered.
A row of red and white shirts hung on a line some distance away.
The third shirt from the left had a button off the neck. A cat on the
rear steps of a cottage near the shirt was drinking milk from a
platter. The north-east portion of the platter had a crack in it.
'Heloise!' Silvere was murmuring hoarsely. He leaned toward her
until his warm breath moved the curls on her neck. 'Heloise!' murmured
Young man, said an elderly gentleman with a dripping umbrella to
the clerk with a blonde moustache, have you any night-shirts open
front and back? Eh? Night-shirts open front and back, I said. D'you
hear, eh? Night-shirts open front and back. Well, then, why
didn't you say so? It would pay you to be a trifle more polite, young
man. When you get as old as I am, you will find out that it pays
towhat? I didn't see you adding any column of figures. In that case I
am sorry. You have no night-shirts open front and back, eh? Well,
As the elderly gentleman vanished, the clerk with a blonde moustache
grasped the novel like some famished animal. He read on: A peasant
stood before the two children. He wrung his hands. 'Have you seen a
stray cow?' 'No,' cried the children in the same breath. The peasant
wept. He wrung his hands. It was a supreme moment.
'She loves me!' cried Silvere to himself, as he changed his clothes
It was evening. The children sat by the fire-place. Heloise wore a
gown of clinging white. She looked fresh, fair, innocent. Silvere was
in raptures. 'Ah, my God!'
Old Jean, the peasant, saw nothing. He was mending harness. The
fire crackled in the fire-place. The children loved each other. Through
the open door to the kitchen came the sound of old Marie shrilly
cursing the geese who wished to enter. In front of the window two pigs
were quarrelling over a vegetable. Cattle were lowing in a distant
field. A hay-waggon creaked slowly past. Thirty-two chickens were
asleep in the branches of a tree. This subtle atmosphere had a mighty
effect upon Heloise. It was beating down her self-control. She felt
herself going. She was choking.
The young girl made an effort. She stood up. 'Good-night, I must
go.' Silvere took her hand. 'Heloise,' he murmured. Outside the two
pigs were fighting.
A warm blush overspread the young girl's face. She turned wet eyes
toward her lover. She looked fresh, fair, innocent. Silvere was
maddened. 'Ah, my God!'
Suddenly the young girl began to tremble. She tried vainly to
withdraw her hand. But her knee
I wish to get my husband some shirts, said a shopping-woman with
six bundles. The clerk with a blonde moustache made a private gesture
of despair, and rapidly spread a score of different-patterned shirts
upon the counter. He's very particular about his shirts, said the
shopping-woman. Oh, I don't think any of these will do. Don't you keep
the Invincible brand? He only wears that kind. He says they fit him
better. And he's very particular about his shirts. What? You don't keep
them? No? Well, how much do you think they would come at? Haven't the
slightest idea. Well, I suppose I must go somewhere else, then. Um,
The clerk with the blonde moustache was about to make further
private gestures of despair, when the shopping-woman with six bundles
turned and went out. His fingers instantly closed nervously over the
book. He drew it from its hiding-place, and opened it at the place
where he had ceased. His hungry eyes seemed to eat the words upon the
page. He continued: struck cruelly against a chair. It seemed to
awaken her. She started. She burst from the young man's arms. Outside
the two pigs were grunting amiably.
Silvere took his candle. He went toward his room. He was in
despair. 'Ah, my God!'
He met the young girl on the stairs. He took her hand. Tears were
raining down his face. 'Heloise!' he murmured.
The young girl shivered. As Silvere put his arms about her, she
faintly resisted. This embrace seemed to sap her life. She wished to
die. Her thoughts flew back to the old well and the broken hayrakes at
The young girl looked fresh, fair, innocent 'Heloise!' murmured
Silvere. The children exchanged a long, clinging kiss. It seemed to
unite their souls.
The young girl was swooning. Her head sank on the young man's
shoulder. There was nothing in space except these warm kisses on her
neck. Silvere enfolded her. 'Ah, my God!'
Say, young fellow, said a youth with a tilted cigar to the clerk
with a blonde moustache, where th'll is Billie Carcart's joint round
Next corner, said the clerk fiercely.
Oh, th'll, said the youth, yehs needn't git gay. See! When a
feller asts a civil question yehs needn't git gay. See! Th'll!
The youth stood and looked aggressive for a moment. Then he went
The clerk seemed almost to leap upon the book. His feverish fingers
twirled the pages. When he found his place he glued his eyes to it. He
Then a great flash of lightning illumined the hall-way. It threw
livid hues over a row of flowerpots in the window-seat. Thunder shook
the house to its foundation. From the kitchen arose the voice of old
Marie in prayer.
Heloise screamed. She wrenched herself from the young man's arms.
She sprang inside her room. She locked the door. She flung herself face
downward on the bed. She burst into tears. She looked fresh, fair,
The rain pattering upon the thatched roof sounded in the stillness
like the footsteps of spirits. In the sky toward Paris there shone a
The chickens had all fallen from the tree. They stood, sadly, in a
puddle. The two pigs were asleep under the porch.
Upstairs, in the hall-way, Silvers was furious.
The clerk with a blonde moustache gave here a wild scream of
disappointment. He madly hurled the novel with the picture on the cover
from him. He stood up and said: Damn!