Iâm convinced heâll make it. Let me know if I can be useful in any way.â
âThank you, Doctor.â
âTake the hurdles as they come. Whatâs Roger got a mind to do?â
âI think he told Sophia that he was planning to go to Chicago.â
âYes . . . ? Yes . . . ? Tell him to come and see me tonight at six.â
âI will.â
âMrs. Gillies wants to know if thereâs anything you need.â
âNo, thank you. Thank Mrs. Gillies for me.â
Silence.
âExtraordinary thing, Mrs. Ashley.â
âYes,â she answered faintly. An awe, as in the presence of something unearthly, hung in the air between them.
âGood morning, Mrs. Ashley.â
âGood morning, Doctor.â
Roger presented himself at the doctorâs office as the clock in the town hall tower struck six. Doctor Gillies was taken aback at the boyâs height. He was struck also by how poorly he was dressed. The Ashleys lived in all the wealth of contentment on very little money. The boyâs clothes were neat and clean and homemade. He looked the country yokel. His sleeves barely reached his wrists; his pants barely reached his ankles. It was a large part of their wealth that they gave little concern to the neighborsâ opinions. Roger was the first student in the high school; he was the captain of the baseball team. He was the little lord in a small town, as his father had been before him. He was solid, level-eyed, and taciturn.
âRoger, I hear youâre going to Chicago. Youâll find work all right. If worst comes to worst, you carry this letter to an old friend of mine. Heâs a doctor in a hospital there. Heâll find you a job as an orderly. That work is very hard. It takes a strong stomach to do the things an orderly has to do, and to see âem. It pays very little. Donât do it unless you have to.â
Rogerâs only question was, âDo they give these orderlies meals?â
âThis other letter is a general one. It says that youâre honest and reliable. I havenât put your name in there yet. I thought maybe youâd want to change your nameânot because youâre ashamed of your father, but because it would save you answering a lot of foolish questions. Is there some name thatâs always appealed to you?. . . ? I must go and speak to my wife for a moment. Run your eye over the backs of these books. Pick out some names. Combine two names for yourself.â
Roger weighed them. Huxley and Cook and Humboldt and Holmes . . . ? Robert, Louis, Charles, Frederick. He liked the color red. There was a book bound in red called Tumors of the Brain and Spine by Evarist Trent and another, Law and Society , by Goulding Frazier. Maybe he was going to be a doctor or maybe a lawyer, so he chose a name from both and Dr. Gillies added the name âTrent Frazierâ to the letters.
On the morning of July twenty-sixth Roger left for Chicago. He had not thought it necessary to discuss the project with his mother. The relation between mother and daughters was an orderly landscapeâclear and a little cool; the relation between mother and son was a stormy one. He loved her passionately and bore a deep resentment. She knew her fault and reproached herself. She had given all her love to her husband; there was little left over for her children. Mother and son seldom looked into each otherâs eyes; each could hear the other thinkâa relationship that does not necessarily involve tenderness. Each admired the other boundlessly and suffered. Between them had stood John Ashley, who had never been called on to suffer, who had acquired no faculty that could make him aware of suffering about him.
Sophia watched her brother pack one of two small grips left from the sale. In silence she brought the clothes his mother and Lily had washed and ironed for him and a package of sliced bread, unbuttered, but spread
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