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The
first
time
Scarlett
lied
in
this
fashion
she
felt
disconcerted
and
guilty
--
disconcerted
because
the
lie
sprang
so
easily
and
naturally
to
her
lips
,
guilty
because
the
thought
flashed
into
her
mind
:
What
would
Mother
say
?
There
was
no
doubt
what
Ellen
would
say
to
a
daughter
who
told
lies
and
engaged
in
sharp
practices
.
She
would
be
stunned
and
incredulous
and
would
speak
gentle
words
that
stung
despite
their
gentleness
,
would
talk
of
honor
and
honesty
and
truth
and
duty
to
one
's
neighbor
.
Momentarily
,
Scarlett
cringed
as
she
pictured
the
look
on
her
mother
's
face
.
And
then
the
picture
faded
,
blotted
out
by
an
impulse
,
hard
,
unscrupulous
and
greedy
,
which
had
been
born
in
the
lean
days
at
Tara
and
was
now
strengthened
by
the
present
uncertainty
of
life
.
So
she
passed
this
milestone
as
she
had
passed
others
before
it
--
with
a
sigh
that
she
was
not
as
Ellen
would
like
her
to
be
,
a
shrug
and
the
repetition
of
her
unfailing
charm
:
"
I
'll
think
of
all
this
later
.
"
But
she
never
again
thought
of
Ellen
in
connection
with
her
business
practices
,
never
again
regretted
any
means
she
used
to
take
trade
away
from
other
lumber
dealers
.
She
knew
she
was
perfectly
safe
in
lying
about
them
.
Southern
chivalry
protected
her
.
A
Southern
lady
could
lie
about
a
gentleman
but
a
Southern
gentleman
could
not
lie
about
a
lady
or
,
worse
still
,
call
the
lady
a
liar
.
Other
lumbermen
could
only
fume
inwardly
and
state
heatedly
,
in
the
bosoms
of
their
families
,
that
they
wished
to
God
Mrs.
Kennedy
was
a
man
for
just
about
five
minutes
.
One
poor
white
who
operated
a
mill
on
the
Decatur
road
did
try
to
fight
Scarlett
with
her
own
weapons
,
saying
openly
that
she
was
a
liar
and
a
swindler
.
But
it
hurt
him
rather
than
helped
,
for
everyone
was
appalled
that
even
a
poor
white
should
say
such
shocking
things
about
a
lady
of
good
family
,
even
when
the
lady
was
conducting
herself
in
such
an
unwomanly
way
.
Scarlett
bore
his
remarks
with
silent
dignity
and
,
as
time
went
by
,
she
turned
all
her
attention
to
him
and
his
customers
.
She
undersold
him
so
relentlessly
and
delivered
,
with
secret
groans
,
such
an
excellent
quality
of
lumber
to
prove
her
probity
that
he
was
soon
bankrupt
.
Then
,
to
Frank
's
horror
,
she
triumphantly
bought
his
mill
at
her
own
price
.
Once
in
her
possession
there
arose
the
perplexing
problem
of
finding
a
trustworthy
man
to
put
in
charge
of
it
.
She
did
not
want
another
man
like
Mr.
Johnson
.
She
knew
that
despite
all
her
watchfulness
he
was
still
selling
her
lumber
behind
her
back
,
but
she
thought
it
would
be
easy
to
find
the
right
sort
of
man
.
Was
n't
everybody
as
poor
as
Job
's
turkey
,
and
were
n't
the
streets
full
of
men
,
some
of
them
formerly
rich
,
who
were
without
work
?
The
day
never
went
by
that
Frank
did
not
give
money
to
some
hungry
ex-soldier
or
that
Pitty
and
Cookie
did
not
wrap
up
food
for
gaunt
beggars
.
But
Scarlett
,
for
some
reason
she
could
not
understand
,
did
not
want
any
of
these
.
"
I
do
n't
want
men
who
have
n't
found
something
to
do
after
a
year
,
"
she
thought
.
"
If
they
have
n't
adjusted
to
peace
yet
,
they
could
n't
adjust
to
me
.
And
they
all
look
so
hangdog
and
licked
.
I
do
n't
want
a
man
who
's
licked
.
I
want
somebody
who
's
smart
and
energetic
like
Renny
or
Tommy
Wellburn
or
Kells
Whiting
or
one
of
the
Simmons
boys
or
--
or
any
of
that
tribe
.
They
have
n't
got
that
I-don
'
t-care-about-anything
look
the
soldiers
had
right
after
the
surrender
.
They
look
like
they
cared
a
heap
about
a
heap
of
things
.
"
But
to
her
surprise
the
Simmons
boys
,
who
had
started
a
brick
kiln
,
and
Kells
Whiting
,
who
was
selling
a
preparation
made
up
in
his
mother
's
kitchen
,
that
was
guaranteed
to
straighten
the
kinkiest
negro
hair
in
six
applications
,
smiled
politely
,
thanked
her
and
refused
.
It
was
the
same
with
the
dozen
others
she
approached
.
In
desperation
she
raised
the
wage
she
was
offering
but
she
was
still
refused
.
One
of
Mrs.
Merriwether
's
nephews
observed
impertinently
that
while
he
did
n't
especially
enjoy
driving
a
dray
,
it
was
his
own
dray
and
he
would
rather
get
somewhere
under
his
own
steam
than
Scarlett
's
.
One
afternoon
,
Scarlett
pulled
up
her
buggy
beside
Rene
Picard
's
pie
wagon
and
hailed
Rene
and
the
crippled
Tommy
Wellburn
,
who
was
catching
a
ride
home
with
his
friend
.
"
Look
here
,
Renny
,
why
do
n't
you
come
and
work
for
me
?
Managing
a
mill
is
a
sight
more
respectable
than
driving
a
pie
wagon
.
I
'd
think
you
'd
be
ashamed
.
"
