They had grown up next door to each other, on the fringe of a city, near fields and woods and orchards, within sight of a lovely bell tower that belonged to a school for the blind.
Now they were 20, had not seen each other for nearly a year. There had always been playful, comfortable warmth between them, but never any talk of love.
His name was Newt. Her name was Catharine. In the early afternoon, Newt knocked on Catharine’s front door.
Catharine came to the door. She was carrying a fat, glossy magazine she had been reading. The magazine was devoted entirely to brides. “Newt!” she said. She was surprised to see him.
“Could you come for a walk?” he said. He was a shy person, even with Catharine. He covered his shyness by speaking absently, as though what really concerned him were far away—as though he were a secret agent pausing briefly on a mission between beautiful, distant, and sinister points. This manner of speaking had always been Newt’s style, even in matters that concerned him desperately.
“A walk?” said Catharine.
“One foot in front of the other,” said Newt, “through leaves, over bridges—”
What details does the author use to characterize Newt in paragraph 11? What can you infer about Newt from these details?
“I had no idea you were in town,” she said.
“Just this minute got in,” he said.
“Still in the Army, I see,” she said.
“Seven more months to go,” he said. He was a private first class in the Artillery. His uniform was rumpled. His shoes were dusty. He needed a shave. He held out his hand for the magazine. “Let’s see the pretty book,” he said.
She gave it to him. “I’m getting married, Newt,” she said.
“I know,” he said. “Let’s go for a walk.”
“I’m awfully busy, Newt,” she said. “The wedding is only a week away.”
“If we go for a walk,” he said, “it will make you rosy. It will make you a rosy bride.” He turned the pages of the magazine. “A rosy bride like her—like her—like her,” he said, showing her rosy brides. Catharine turned rosy, thinking about rosy brides.
“That will be my present to Henry Stewart Chasens,” said
Newt. “By taking you for a walk, I’ll be giving him a rosy bride.”
“You know his name?” said Catharine.
“Mother wrote,” he said. “From Pittsburgh?”
“Yes,” she said. “You’d like him.”
“Maybe,” he said.
“Can—can you come to the wedding, Newt?” she said.
“That I doubt,” he said.
“Your furlough isn’t for long enough?” she said.
“Furlough?” said Newt. He was studying a two-page ad for flat silver. “I’m not on furlough,” he said.
“Oh?” she said.
“I’m what they call A.W.O.L.,”1 said Newt.
“Oh, Newt! You’re not!” she said.
“Sure I am,” he said, still looking at the magazine.
1A.W.O.L. is a military term for “absent without leave.”
What does Newt invite Catharine to do?
What is Catharine's reaction when she learns that Newt is A.W.O.L.?
What is ironic about this statement?
What details lead you to believe that Newt does not really want to buy Catharine and Henry a spoon?
“Why, Newt?” she said.
“I had to find out what your silver pattern is,” he said. He
read names of silver patterns from the magazine. “Albermarle? Heather?” he said. “Legend? Rambler Rose?” He looked up, smiled. “I plan to give you and your husband a spoon,” he said.
“Newt, Newt—tell me really,” she said.
“I want to go for a walk,” he said.
She wrung her hands in sisterly anguish. “Oh, Newt—you’re fooling me about being A.W.O.L.,” she said.
Newt imitated a police siren softly, raised his eyebrows.
“Where—where from?” she said.
“Fort Bragg,” he said.
“North Carolina?” she said.
“That’s right,” he said. “Near Fayetteville—where Scarlet O’Hara went to school.”
“How did you get here, Newt?” she said.
He raised his thumb, jerked it in a hitchhike gesture. “Two
days,” he said.
“Does your mother know?” she said.
“I didn’t come to see my mother,” he told her.
“Who did you come to see?” she said.
“You,” he said.
“Why me?” she said.
“Because I love you,” he said. “Now can we take a walk?” he said. “One foot in front of the other—through leaves, over bridges—”
They were taking the walk now, were in a woods with a brown-leaf floor.
Catharine was angry and rattled, close to tears. “Newt,” she said, “this is absolutely crazy.”
“How so?” said Newt.
Newt says that he did not come to see his mother. What can you infer from this?
Why do you think Newt repeats this phrase from paragraph?
Why do you think the author includes an extra space here?
Catharine says that she agreed to go for a walk with Newt to get him out of the house. Do you think that this is her real reason?
How would you summarize Catharine's "speech"? What characteristics does it reveal about her?
What conflict does Catharine's speech reveal?
How does the author reveal Catharine's affection for Newt?
“Let’s keep walking,” he said.
“No,” she said. “So far, no farther. I shouldn’t have come out
with you at all,” she said.
“You did,” he said.
“To get you out of the house,” she said. “If somebody walked in and heard you talking to me that way, a week before the wedding—”
“What would they think?” he said.
“They’d think you were crazy,” she said.
“Why?” he said.
Catharine took a deep breath, made a speech. “Let me say that I’m deeply honored by this crazy thing you’ve done,” she said. “I can’t believe you’re really A.W.O.L., but maybe you are. I can’t believe you really love me, but maybe you do. But—”
“I do,” said Newt.
“Well, I’m deeply honored,” said Catharine, “and I’m very
fond of you as a friend, Newt, extremely fond—but it’s just too late.” She took a step away from him. “You’ve never even kissed me,” she said, and she protected herself with her hands. “I don’t mean you should do it now. I just mean this is all so unexpected. I haven’t got the remotest idea of how to respond.”
They started walking again. “How did you expect me to react?” she said.
“How would I know what to expect?” he said. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Did you think I would throw myself into your arms?” she said.
“Maybe,” he said.
“I’m sorry to disappoint you,” she said.
“I’m not disappointed,” he said. “I wasn’t counting on it. This is very nice, just walking.”
Catharine stopped again. “You know what happens next?” she said.
“Nope,” he said.
“We shake hands,” she said. “We shake hands and part friends,” she said. “That’s what happens next.”
Newt nodded. “All right,” he said. “Remember me from time to time. Remember how much I loved you.”
Involuntarily, Catharine burst into tears. She turned her back to Newt, looked into the infinite colonnade of the woods.
“What does that mean?” said Newt.
“Rage!” said Catharine. She clenched her hands. “You have no right—”
“I had to find out,” he said.
“If I’d loved you,” she said, “I would have let you know before now.”
“You would?” he said.
“Yes,” she said. She faced him, looked up at him, her face quite red. “You would have known,” she said.
“How?” he said.
“You would have seen it,” she said. “Women aren’t very clever at hiding it.”
Newt looked closely at Catharine’s face now. To her consternation, she realized that what she had said was true, that a woman couldn’t hide love.
Newt was seeing love now. And he did what he had to do. He kissed her.
“You’re hell to get along with!” she said when Newt let her go.
“I am?” said Newt.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she said.
“You didn’t like it?” he said.
How would you describe Newt's approach to pursuing Catharine? What does this show about him?
Catharine feels that her tears are caused by rage. What other emotions might be causing her outburst?
What important change does the author reveal to the reader?
“What did you expect,” she said—“wild, abandoned passion?”
“I keep telling you,” he said, “I never know what’s going to happen next.”
“We say good-bye,” she said.
He frowned slightly. “All right,” he said.
She made another speech. “I’m not sorry we kissed,” she said. “That was sweet. We should have kissed, we’ve been so close. I’ll always remember you, Newt, and good luck.”
“You too,” he said.
“Thank you, Newt,” she said.
“Thirty days,” he said.
“What?” she said.
“Thirty days in the stockade,” he said—“that’s what one kiss will cost me.”
“I—I’m sorry,” she said, “but I didn’t ask you to go A.W.O.L.”
“I know,” he said.
“You certainly don’t deserve any hero’s reward for doing something as foolish as that,” she said.
“Must be nice to be a hero,” said Newt. “Is Henry Stewart Chasens a hero?”
“He might be, if he got the chance,” said Catharine. She noted uneasily that they had begun to walk again. The farewell had been forgotten.
“You really love him?” he said.
“Certainly I love him!” she said hotly. “I wouldn’t marry him if I didn’t love him!”
“What’s good about him?” said Newt.
“Honestly!” she cried, stopping again. “Do you have an idea how offensive you’re being? Many, many, many things are good about Henry! Yes,” she said, “and many, many, many things are probably bad too. But that isn’t any of your business. I love Henry, and I don’t have to argue his merits with you!”
What can you infer from the fact that Catharine continues to walk?
How would you describe Catharine's feelings toward Henry?
“Sorry,” said Newt.
“Honestly!” said Catharine.
Newt kissed her again. He kissed her again because she wanted him to.
They were now in a large orchard.
“How did we get so far from home, Newt?” said Catharine.
“One foot in front of the other—through leaves, over bridges,” said Newt.
“They add up—the steps,” she said.
Bells rang in the tower of the school for the blind nearby.
“School for the blind,” said Newt.
“School for the blind,” said Catharine. She shook her head in drowsy wonder. “I’ve got to go back now,” she said.
“Say good-bye,” said Newt.
“Every time I do,” said Catharine, “I seem to get kissed.”
Newt sat down on the close-cropped grass under an apple tree. “Sit down,” he said.
“All right, I will,” she said. She closed her eyes tighter, caught glimpses of her husband-to-be.
The bees were humming in the trees, and Catharine almost fell asleep. When she opened her eyes she saw that Newt really was asleep. He began to snore softly.
Catharine let Newt sleep for an hour, and while he slept she adored him with all her heart. The shadows of the apple tree grew to the east. The bells in the tower of the school for the blind rang again. “Chick-a-dee-dee-dee,” went a chickadee. Somewhere far away an automobile starter nagged and failed,
nagged and failed, fell still.
Catharine came out from under her tree, knelt by Newt.
“Newt?” she said.
“H’m?” he said. He opened his eyes.
“Late,” she said.
“Hello, Catharine,” he said.
“Hello, Newt,” she said.
“I love you,” he said.
“I know,” she said.
“Too late,” he said.
“Too late,” she said.
He stood, stretched groaningly. “A very nice walk,” he said.
He smiled, stared at her hard for a moment, then walked away quickly. Catharine watched him grow smaller in the long perspective of shadows and trees, knew that if he stopped and turned now, if he called to her, she would run to him. She would have no choice.
Newt did stop. He did turn. He did call. “Catharine,” he called. She ran to him, put her arms around him, could not speak.
Why do you think the author chose to use short sentences in the story?
What effect was he trying to create by using a conversation to tell the story of Newt and Catherine?