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Atticus
smiled
.
"
You
’
re
getting
so
big
now
,
I
’
ll
just
have
to
hold
a
part
of
you
.
"
He
held
me
close
.
"
Scout
,
"
he
said
softly
,
"
don
’
t
let
Jem
get
you
down
.
He
’
s
having
a
rough
time
these
days
.
I
heard
you
back
there
.
"
Atticus
said
that
Jem
was
trying
hard
to
forget
something
,
but
what
he
was
really
doing
was
storing
it
away
for
a
while
,
until
enough
time
passed
.
Then
he
would
be
able
to
think
about
it
and
sort
things
out
.
When
he
was
able
to
think
about
it
,
Jem
would
be
himself
again
.
Things
did
settle
down
,
after
a
fashion
,
as
Atticus
said
they
would
.
By
the
middle
of
October
,
only
two
small
things
out
of
the
ordinary
happened
to
two
Maycomb
citizens
.
No
,
there
were
three
things
,
and
they
did
not
directly
concern
us
—
the
Finches
—
but
in
a
way
they
did
.
The
first
thing
was
that
Mr
.
Bob
Ewell
acquired
and
lost
a
job
in
a
matter
of
days
and
probably
made
himself
unique
in
the
annals
of
the
nineteen
-
thirties
:
he
was
the
only
man
I
ever
heard
of
who
was
fired
from
the
WPA
for
laziness
.
I
suppose
his
brief
burst
of
fame
brought
on
a
briefer
burst
of
industry
,
but
his
job
lasted
only
as
long
as
his
notoriety
:
Mr
.
Ewell
found
himself
as
forgotten
as
Tom
Robinson
.
Thereafter
,
he
resumed
his
regular
weekly
appearances
at
the
welfare
office
for
his
check
,
and
received
it
with
no
grace
amid
obscure
mutterings
that
the
bastards
who
thought
they
ran
this
town
wouldn
’
t
permit
an
honest
man
to
make
a
living
.
Ruth
Jones
,
the
welfare
lady
,
said
Mr
.
Ewell
openly
accused
Atticus
of
getting
his
job
.
She
was
upset
enough
to
walk
down
to
Atticus
’
s
office
and
tell
him
about
it
.
Atticus
told
Miss
Ruth
not
to
fret
,
that
if
Bob
Ewell
wanted
to
discuss
Atticus
’
s
"
getting
"
his
job
,
he
knew
the
way
to
the
office
.
The
second
thing
happened
to
Judge
Taylor
.
Judge
Taylor
was
not
a
Sunday
-
night
churchgoer
:
Mrs
.
Taylor
was
.
Judge
Taylor
savored
his
Sunday
night
hour
alone
in
his
big
house
,
and
churchtime
found
him
holed
up
in
his
study
reading
the
writings
of
Bob
Taylor
(
no
kin
,
but
the
judge
would
have
been
proud
to
claim
it
)
.
One
Sunday
night
,
lost
in
fruity
metaphors
and
florid
diction
,
Judge
Taylor
’
s
attention
was
wrenched
from
the
page
by
an
irritating
scratching
noise
.
"
Hush
,
"
he
said
to
Ann
Taylor
,
his
fat
nondescript
dog
.
Then
he
realized
he
was
speaking
to
an
empty
room
;
the
scratching
noise
was
coming
from
the
rear
of
the
house
.
Judge
Taylor
clumped
to
the
back
porch
to
let
Ann
out
and
found
the
screen
door
swinging
open
.
A
shadow
on
the
corner
of
the
house
caught
his
eye
,
and
that
was
all
he
saw
of
his
visitor
.
Mrs
.
Taylor
came
home
from
church
to
find
her
husband
in
his
chair
,
lost
in
the
writings
of
Bob
Taylor
,
with
a
shotgun
across
his
lap
.
The
third
thing
happened
to
Helen
Robinson
,
Tom
’
s
widow
.
If
Mr
.
Ewell
was
as
forgotten
as
Tom
Robinson
,
Tom
Robinson
was
as
forgotten
as
Boo
Radley
.
But
Tom
was
not
forgotten
by
his
employer
,
Mr
.
Link
Deas
.
Mr
.
Link
Deas
made
a
job
for
Helen
.
He
didn
’
t
really
need
her
,
but
he
said
he
felt
right
bad
about
the
way
things
turned
out
.
I
never
knew
who
took
care
of
her
children
while
Helen
was
away
.
Calpurnia
said
it
was
hard
on
Helen
,
because
she
had
to
walk
nearly
a
mile
out
of
her
way
to
avoid
the
Ewells
,
who
,
according
to
Helen
,
"
chunked
at
her
"
the
first
time
she
tried
to
use
the
public
road
.
Mr
.
Link
Deas
eventually
received
the
impression
that
Helen
was
coming
to
work
each
morning
from
the
wrong
direction
,
and
dragged
the
reason
out
of
her
.
"
Just
let
it
be
,
Mr
.
Link
,
please
suh
,
"
Helen
begged
.
"
The
hell
I
will
,
"
said
Mr
.
Link
.
He
told
her
to
come
by
his
store
that
afternoon
before
she
left
.
She
did
,
and
Mr
.
Link
closed
his
store
,
put
his
hat
firmly
on
his
head
,
and
walked
Helen
home
.
He
walked
her
the
short
way
,
by
the
Ewells
’
.
On
his
way
back
,
Mr
.
Link
stopped
at
the
crazy
gate
.
"
Ewell
?
"
he
called
.
"
I
say
Ewell
!
"
The
windows
,
normally
packed
with
children
,
were
empty
.
