a drooping mouth covered by a yellow

mustache. He always wore a dirty white waistcoat out of the pockets of which protruded a number of the kind of black cigars known as stogies. His teeth were black and irregular and there was something strange about his eyes. The lid of the left eye twitched; it fell down and snap- ped up; it was exactly as though the lid of the eye were a window shade and someone stood in- side the doctor’s head playing with the cord.

Doctor Parcival ‘had a liking for the boy, George WViIlard. It began when George had been working for a year on the Winesburg Eagle and the acquaintanceship was entirely a matter of the doctor’s own making.

In the late afternoon Will Henderson, owner and editor of the Eagle, went over to Torn Willy’s saloon. Along an alleyway he went and slipping in at the back door of the saloon began drinking a drink made of a combination of sloe gin and soda water. Will Henderson was

a sensualist and had reached the age of forty-five. 38

DOCTOR PARCIVAL was a large man with