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THE

YELLOW WALL PAPER

CHARLOTTE PERKINS STETSON

BOSTON

SMALL, MAYNARD k COMPANY

MCMI

By New England Magazine

Corporation

By Small, Maynard & Company

(HARVARD

UNIVERSITY

LIBRARY

Rockwell & Churchill Press

Boston, U.S.A.

This story is reprinted from The

New England Magazine of January,

1892, by permission of the publisher,

to whom the thanks of the Author are

due. The cover design is by Mr.

E. B. Bird.

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THE

IT is very seldom that mere ordinary

people like John and myself secure

ancestral halls for the summer.

A colonial mansion, a hereditary

estate, I would say a haunted house,

and reach the height . of romantic

felicity, — but that would be asking

too much of fate!

Still I will proudly declare that there

is something queer about it.

Else, why should it be let so cheap

ly? And why have stood so long un

tenanted ?

John laughs at me, of course, but

one expects that in marriage.

John is practical" in the_extreme.

He has no patience with faith, an in

tense horror of superstition, and he

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scoffs openly at any talk of things not

to be felt and seen and put down in

figures.

Johnjs_a_physician, and perhaps—

(I would not say it to a living soul, of

course, but this is dead paper and a

great relief to my mind). —perhaps

that is one reason I do not get well

faster.

You see, he does not believe I am

sick!

And what can one do?

If a physician of high standing, and

one's own husband, assures friends and

relatives that there is really nothing

the matter with one but temporary

nervous depression, — a slight hysteri

cal tendency, — what is one to do ?

My brother is also a physician, and

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also of high standing, and he says the

same thing.

So I take phosphates or phosphites,

— whichever it is, — and tonics, and

journeys, and air, and exercise, and

am absolutely forbidden to n work "

until I am well again.

Personally I disagree with their

ideas.

Personally I believe that congenial

work, with excitement and change,

would do me good.

But what is one to do?

I did write for a while in spite of

them; but it does exhaust me a good

deal — having to be so sly about it,

or else meet with heavy opposition.

I sometimes fancy that in my con

dition if I had less opposition and more

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society and stimulus — but John says

the very worst thing I can do is to

think about my condition, and I con

fess it always makes me feel bad.

So I will let it alone and talk about

the house.

The most beautiful place! It is

quite alone, standing well back from

the road, quite three miles from the

village. It makes me think of English

places that you read about, for there

are hedges and walls and gates that

lock, and lots of separate little houses

for the gardeners and people.

There is a delicious garden! I

never saw such a garden—large and

shady, full of box-bordered paths, and

lined with long grape-covered arbors

with seats under them.

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There were greenhouses, too, but

they are all broken now.

There was some legal trouble, I

believe, something about the heirs

and co-heirs; anyhow, the place has

been empty for years.

That spoils my ghostliness, I am

afraid; but I don't care — there is

' something strange about the house —

I can feel it.

I even said so to John one moon

light evening, but he said what I felt

was a draught, and shut the window.

I get unreasonably angry with John

sometimes. I'm sure I never used to

be so sensitive. I think it is due to

this nervous condition.

But John says if I feel so I shall

neglect proper self-control ; so I take

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pains to control myself, — before him,

at least,—and that makes me very tired. ,

I don't like our room a bit. I

wanted one downstairs that opened

on the piazza and had roses all over

the window, and such pretty, old-fash

ioned chintz hangings ! but John would

not hear of it.

He said there was only one window

and not room for two beds, and no near

room for him if he took another.

He is very careful and loving, and

hardly lets me stir without special

direction.

I have a schedule prescription for

each hour in the day j he takes all care

from me, and so I feel basely ungrate-

ful not to value it more.

He said we came here solely on my

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account, that I was to have perfect rest

and all the air I could get. "Your

exercise depends on your strength, my

dear/' said he, "and your food some

what on your appetite ) but air you can

absorb all the timet" So we took the

nursery, at the top of the house.

It is a big, airy room,' the whole

floor nearly, with windows that look

all ways, and air and sunshine galore.

It was nursery first and then play

ground and gymnasium, I should

judge ; for the windows are barred for

little children, and there are rings and

things in the walls.

The paint and paper look as if a

boys' school had used it. It is stripped

off— the paper— in great patches all

around the head of my bed, about as far

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as I can reach, and in a great place on

the other side of the room low down.

I never saw a worse paper in my life.

One of those sprawling flamboyant

patterns committing every artistic sin.

It is dull enough to confuse the eye

in following, pronounced enough to

constantly irritate, and provoke study,

and when you follow the lame, uncer

tain curves for a little distance they

suddenly commit suicide plunge off

at outrageous angles, destroy them

selves in unheard-of contradictions.

The color _is repellant, almost re

volting; a smouldering, unclean yellow,

strangely faded by the slow-turning

sunlight

It is a dull yet lurid orange in some

places, a sickly sulphur tint in others.

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No wonder the children hated it ! I

should hate it myself if I had to

live in this room long.

There comes John, and I must put

?this away, — he hates to have me

write a word.

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We have been here two weeks, and

I haven't felt like writing before, since

that first day.

I am sitting by the window now, up

in this atrocious nursery, and there is

nothing to hinder my writing as much

as I please, save lack of strength.

John is away all day, and even some

nights when his cases are serious.

I am glad my cajg, is not serious !

But these nervous troubles are dread

fully depressing.

John does not know how much I

really suffer. He knows there is no

reason to suffer, and that satisfies him.

Of course it is only nervousness. It

does weigh on me so not to do my

duty ..in ariyjway!

I meant to be such a help to John,

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such a real rest and comfort, and here

I am a comparative burden already !

Nobody would believe what an effort

it is to do what little I am able — to

dress and entertain, and order things.

It is fortunate Mary is so good

with the baby. Such a dear baby!

And yet I cannot be with him, it

makes me so nervous.

I suppose John never was nervous

in his life. He laughs at me so about

this wall paper!

At first he meant to repaper the

room, but afterwards he said that I

was letting it get the better of me,

and that nothing was worse for a

nervous patient than to give way to

such fancies.

He said that after the wall paper

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-was changed it would be the heavy

bedstead, and then the barred win

dows, and then that gate at the head

of the stairs, and so on.

"You know the place is doing you

good," he said, n and really, dear, I

don't care to renovate the house just

for a three months' rental."

"Then do let us go downstairs," I

said, "there are such pretty rooms

there."

Then he took me in his arms and

called me a blessed little goose, and

said he would go down cellar if I

wished, and have it whitewashed into

the bargain.

But he is right enough about the

beds and windows and things.

It is as airy and comfortable a room

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as any one need wish, and, of course,

I would not be so silly as to make him

uncomfortable just for a whim.

I'm really getting quite fond of the

big room, all but that horrid paper.

Out of one window I can see the

garden, those mysterious deep-shaded

arbors, the riotous old-fashioned flow

ers, and bushes and gnarly trees.

Out of another I get a lovely view

of the bay and a little private wharf

belonging to the estate. There is a

beautiful shaded lane that runs down

there from the house. I always fancy

I see people walking in these numer

ous paths and arbors, but John has

cautioned me not to give way to fancy

in the least. He says that with my

imaginative power and habit of story

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making a nervous weakness like mine

is sure to lead to all manner of excited

fancies, and that I ought to use my

will and good sense to check the ten

dency. So I try.

I think sometimes that if I were

only well enough to write a little it •

would relieve the press of ideas and

rest me.

But I find I get pretty tired when I

try.

It is so discouraging not to have any

advice and companionship about my

work. When I get really well John

says we will ask Cousin Henry and

Julia down for a long visit ; but he

says he would as soon put fire-works

in my pillow-case as to let me have

those stimulating people about now.

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I wish I could get well faster.

But I must not think about that.

This paper looks to me as if it knew

what a vicious influence it had!

There is a recurrent spot where the

pattern lolls like a broken neck and

two bulbous eyes stare at you upside-

down.

I got positively angry with the im

pertinence of it and the everlasting-

ness. Up and down and sideways they

crawl, and those absurd, unblinking

eyes are everywhere. There is one

place where two breadths didn't match,

and the eyes go all up and down the

line, one a little higher than the other.

I never saw so much expression in

an inanimate thing before, and we all

know how much expression they havel

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I used to lie awake as a child and get

more entertainment and terror out of

blank walls and plain furniture than

most children could find in a toy-

store.

I remember what a kindly wink the

knobs of our big old bureau used to

have, and there was one chair that

always seemed like a strong friend.

I used to feel that if any of the other

things looked too fierce I could always

hop into that chair and be safe.

The furniture in this room is no

worse than inharmonious, however, for

we had to bring it all from downstairs.

I suppose when this was used as a play

room they had to take the nursery things

out, and no wonder ! I never saw such

ravages as the children have made here.

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The wall paper, as I said before, is

torn off in spots, and it sticketh closer

than a brother— they must have had

perseverance as well as hatred.

Then the floor is scratched and

gouged and splintered, the plaster it

self is dug out here and there, and this

great heavy bed, which is all we found

in the room, looks as if it had been

through the wars.

But I don't mind it a bit—only the

paper.

There comes John's sister. Such a

dear girl as she is, and so careful of

me ! I must not let her find me

writing.

She is a perfect, an enthusiastic

housekeeper, and hopes for no bet

ter profession. I verily believe she

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thinks it is the writing which made me

sick ! j

But I can write when she is out,

^-*nd see her a long way off from these

windows.

There, is one that commands the

road, a lovely, shaded, winding road,

and one that just looks off over the

country. A lovely country, too, full

of great elms and velvet meadows.

This wall paper has a kind of sub-,

pattern in a different shade, a particu

larly irritating one, for you can only

see it in certain lights, and not clearly

then.

But in the places where it isn't

faded, and where the sun is just so,

I can see a strange, provoking, form

less sort of figure, that seems to sulk'

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about behind that silly and conspic

uous front design. |

There's sister on the stairs!

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Well, the Fourth of July is over!

The people are all gone and I am

tired out. John thought it might do

me. good to see a little company, so

we just had mother and Nellie and

the children down for a week.

Of course I didn't do a thing.

Jennie sees to everything now.

But it tired me all the same.

John says if I don't pick up faster

he shall send me to Weir Mitchell

in the fall.

But I don't want to go there at all.

I had a friend who was in his hands

once, and she says he is just like John

and my brother, only more so!

Besides, it is such an undertaking

to go so far.

I don't feel as if it was worth

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while to turn my hand over for any

thing, and I'm getting dreadfully fretful

and querulous.

I cry at nothing, and cry most of

the time.

Of course I don't when John is

here, or anybody else, but when I

am alone.

And I am alone a good deal just now.

John is kept in town very often by

serious cases, and Jennie is good and

lets me alone when I want her to.

Sd I walk a little in the garden or

down that lovely lane, sit on the

porch under the roses, and lie down

up here a good deal.

I'm getting really fond of the room

in spite of the wall paper. Perhaps

because of the wall paper.

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IndwellsJul my mind so!

I lie here on this great immovable

bed — it is nailed down, I believe —

and follow that pattern about by the

hour. It is as good as gymnastics, I

assure you. I start, we'll say, at the

bottom, down in the corner over there

where it has not been touched, and I

determine for the thousandth time that

I will follow that pointless pattern to

some sort of a conclusion.

I know a little of the principles of

design,, and I know this thing was not

arranged on any laws of radiation, or

alternation, or repetition, or symmetry,

or anything else that I ever heard of.

It is repeated, of course, by the

breadths, but not, otherwise.

Looked at in one way, each breadth

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stands alone, the bloated curves and

flourishes— a kind of "debased Ro

manesque" with delirium tremens—

go waddling up and down in isolated

columns of fatuity.

But, on the other hand, they con

nect diagonally, and the sprawling

outlines run off in great slanting waves

of optic horror, like a lot of wallow

ing seaweeds in full chase.

The whole thing goes horizontally,

too, at least it seems so, and I exhaust

myself in trying to distinguish the

order of its going in that direction.

They have used a horizontal breadth

for a frieze, and that adds wonderfully

to the confusion.

There is one end of the room where

it is almost intact, and there, when

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the cross-lights fade and the Jow sun

shines directly upon it, I can almost

fancy radiation, after all, —the inter-?

minable grotesques seem to form around

a common centre and rush off in head

long plunges of equal distraction.

It makes me tired to follow it. I

will take a nap, I guess.

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I don't know why I should write

this.

I don't want to.

I don't feel able.

/ And I know John would think it

absurd. But I must say what I feel

and think in some way— it is such a

V relief !

But the effort is getting to be greater

than the relief.

Half the time now I am awfully lazy,

and lie down ever so much.

John says I mustn't lose my strength,

and has me take cod-liver oil and lots

of tonics and things, to say nothing of

ale and wine and rare meat.

Dear John! He loves me very

dearly, and hates to have me sick. I

tried to have a real earnest reasonable

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talk with him the other day, and tell

him how I wished he would let me go

and make a visit to Cousin Henry and

Julia.

But he said I wasn't able to go, nor

able to stand it after I got there ; and I

did not make out a very good case for

myself, for I was crying before I had

finished.

It is getting to be a great effort for

me to think straight. Just this nervous

weakness, I suppose.

And dear John gathered me up in

his arms, and just carried me upstairs

and laid me on the bed, and sat by

me and read to me till he tired my

head.

He said I was his darling and his

comfort and all he had, and that I must

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take care of myself for his sake, and

keep well.

He says no one but myself, can help

me out of it, that I must use my will

and self-control and not let my silly

fancies run away with me.

There's one comfort, the baby is

well and happy, and does not have to

occupy this nursery with the horrid

wall paper.

If we had not used it that blessed

child would have ! What a fortunate

escape ! Why, I wouldn't have a

child of mine, an impressionable little

thing, live in such a room for worlds.

I never thought of it before, but it is

lucky that John kept me here, after all.

I can stand it so much easier than a

baby, you see.

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Of course I never mention it to them

any more, — I am too wise,— but I

keep watch of it all the same.

There are things in that paper that

nobody knows but me, or ever will.

Behind that outside pattern the dim

shapes get clearer every day.

It is always the same shape, only

very numerous. _

And it is like a woman stooping

down and creeping about behind that

pattern. I don't like it a bit. I won

der— I begin to think — I wish John

would take me away from here!

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It is so hard to talk with John about

my case, because he is so wise, and be

cause he loves me so.

But I tried it last night.

It was moonlight. The moon shines

in all around, just as the sun does.

I hate to see it sometimes, it creeps

so slowly, and always comes in by one

window or another.

John was asleep and I hated to

waken him, so I kept still and watched

the moonlight on that undulating wall

paper till I felt creepy.

The faint figure behind seemed to

shake the pattern, just as if she wanted

to get out.

I got up softly and went to feel

and see if the paper did move, and

when I came back John was awake.

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"What is it, Httle_-girl ? " he said.

"Don't go walking about like that—

you'll get cold."

I thought it was a good time to

talk, so I told him that I really was

not gaining here, and that I wished

he would take me away.

"Why, darling ! " said he, "our lease

will be up in three weeks, and 1 can't

see how to leave before.

tt The repairs are ttot done at home,

and I cannot possibly leave town just

now. Of course if you were in any

danger I could and would, but you

really are better, dear, whether you

can see it or not. I am a doctor,

dear, and I know. You are gaining

flesh and color, your appetite is better.

I feel really much easier about you."

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"I don't weigh a bit more," said I,

K nor as much j and my appetite may

be better in the evening, when you

are here, but it is worse in the morn

ing, when you are away."

"Bless her little heart !" said he

with a big hug; "she shall be as sick as

she pleases. But now let's improve

the shining hours by going to sleep,

and talk about it in the morning."

"And you won't go away?" I asked

gloomily.

"Why, how can I, dear? It is only

three weeks more and then we will

take a nice little trip of a few days

while Jennie is getting the house

ready. Really, dear, you are better 1"

"Better in body, perhaps"— I be

gan, and stopped short, for he sat up

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straight and looked at me with such

a stern, reproachful look that I could

not say another word.

"My darling," said he, "I beg of

you, for my sake and for our child's

sake, as well as for your own, that

. you will never for one instant let that

idea enter your mind ! There is noth

ing so dangerous, so fascinating, to a

temperament like yours. It is a false

and foolish fancy. Can you not trust

me as a physician when I tell you so?"

So of course I said no more on that

score, and we went to sleep before

long. He thought I was asleep first,

but I wasn't, — I lay there for hours

trying to decide whether that front

pattern and the back pattern really

did move together or separately.

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On a pattern like this, by daylight,

there is a lack of sequence, a defiance

of law, that is a constant irritant to a

normal mind.

The color is hideous enough, and

I unreliable enough, and infuriating

1 enough, but the pattern is torturing.

You think you have mastered it,

I but just as you get well under way in

| following, it turns a back somersault,

and there you are. It slaps you in the

! face, knocks you down, and tramples

upon you. It is like a bad dream.

The outside pattern is a florid ara

besque, reminding one of a fungus. If

you can imagine a toadstool in joints, an

• interminable string of toadstools, bud

ding and sprouting in endless convolu

tions, —why, that is something like it.

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That is, sometimes !

There is one marked peculiarity

about this paper, a thing nobody seems

to notice but myself, and that is that

it changes as the light changes.

, When the sun shoots in through the

east window—I always watch for that

first long, straight ray— it changes so

quickly that I never can quite believe it.

That is why I watch it always.

By moonlight — the moon shines in

all night when there is a moon— I

wouldn't know it was the same paper.

At night in any kind of light, in

twilight, candlelight, lamplight, and

worst of all by moonlight, it becomes

^bars! The outside pattern, I mean,j

jind the woman behind it is as plain,

as can be.

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I didn't realize for a long time what

the thing was that showed behind, —

that dim sub-pattern, — but now I am

quite sure it is a woman.

By daylight she is subdued, quiet. I

fancy it is the pattern that keeps her so

still. It is so puzzling. It keeps me

quiet by the hour.

I lie down ever so much now. John

says it is good for me, and to sleep all

I can.

Indeed, he started the habit by making

me lie down for an hour after each meal.

It is a very bad habit, I am convinced,

for, you see, I don't sleep.

And that cultivates deceit, for I don't

tell them I'm awake,—oh, no !

The fact is, I am getting a little afraid

ofJohn.

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He seems very queer sometimes,

and even Jennie has an inexplicable

look.

It strikes me occasionally, just as a

scientific hypothesis, that perhaps it is

the paper!

I have watched John when he did

not know I was looking, and come into

the room suddenly on the most inno

cent excuses, and I've caught him

several times looking at the paper!

And Jennie too. I caught Jennie with

her hand on it once.

She didn't know I was in the room,

and when I asked her in a quiet, a very

quiet voice, with the most restrained

manner possible, what she was doing

with the paper she turned around as

if she had been caught stealing, and

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looked quite angry—asked me why I

should frighten her so! <

Then she said that the paper stained

everything it touched, that she had

found yellow smooches on all my

clothes and John's, and she wished we

would be more careful !

Did not that sound < innocent? But I

know she was studying that pattern, and

I am determined that nobody shall find

it out but myself !

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Life is very much more exciting now

than it used to be. You see I have

something more to expect, to look for

ward to, to watch. I really do eat

better, and am more quiet than I was.

John is so pleased to see me improve ! ,

He laughed a little the other day, and

said I seemed to be flourishing in spite

of my wall paper.

I turned it off with a laugh. I had

no intention of telling him it was be

cause of the wall paper— he would

make fun of me. He might even want

to take me away.

I don't want to leave now until I

have found it out. There is a week

more, and I think that will be enough.

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I'm feeling ever so much better! I

don't sleep much at night, for it is so

interesting to watch developments; but

I sleep a good deal in the daytime.

In the daytime it is tiresome and per

plexing.

There are always new shoots on the

fungus, and new shades of yellow all

over it.v I cannot keep count of them,

though I have tried conscientiously.

It is the strangest yellow, that wall

paper ! It makes me think of all the

yellow things I ever saw —not beauti

ful ones like buttercups, but old foul,

bad yellow things.

But there is something else about

that paper—the smell! I noticed it

the moment we came into the room,

but with so much air and sun it was

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not bad. Now we have had a week of

fog and rain, and whether the windows

are open or not the smell is here.

It creeps all over the house.

I find it hovering in the dining-room,

skulking in the parlor, hiding in the

hall, lying in wait for me on the

stairs.

It gets into my hair.

Even when I go to ride, if I turn

my head suddenly and surprise it-

there is that smell!

Such a peculiar odor, too ! I have

spent hours in trying to analyze it, to

find what it smelled like.

It is not bad— at first, and very

gentle, but quite the subtlest, most en

during odor I ever met.

In this damp weather it is awful. I

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wake up in the night and find it hang

ing over me.

It used to disturb me at first. I

thought seriously of burning the house

— to reach the smell.

But now I am used to it. The only

thing I can think of that it is like is the

color of the paper—a yellow smell !

There is a very funny mark on this

wall, low down, near the mopboard. A

streak that runs around the room. It

goes behind every piece of furniture,

except the bed, a long, straight, even

smooch, as if it had been rubbed over

and over.

I wonder how it was done and who

did it, and what they did it for. Round

and round and round — round and

round and round — it makes me dizzy!

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I really have discovered something

at last

Through watching so much at night,

when it changes so, I have finally found

out.

The front pattern does move —and

no wonder ! The woman behind shakes

it!

Sometimes I think there are a great

many women behind, and sometimes

only one, and she crawls around fast,

and her crawling shakes it all over.—J

Then in the very bright spots she

keeps still, and in the very shady spots

she just takes hold of the bars and

shakes them hard.

And she is all the time trying to

climb through. But nobody could

climb through that pattern—it strangles

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so ; I think that is why it has so many

heads.

They get through, and then the pat

tern strangles them off and turns them

upside-down, and makes their eyes

white!

s If those heads were covered or taken

off it would not be half so bad.

THE YELLOW WALL PAPER

I think that woman gets out in the

daytime !

And I'll tell you why— privately—

I've seen her !

I can see her out of every one of my

windows !

It is the same woman, I know, for she

is always creeping, and most women dp

not creep by daylight.

I see her in that long shaded lane,

creeping up and down. I see her in

those dark grape arbors, creeping all

around the garden.

I see her on that long road under the

trees, creeping along, and when a car

riage comes she hides under the black

berry vines.

I don't blame her a bit. It must be

very humiliating to be caught creeping

by daylight !

THE YELLOW WALL PAPER

I always lock the door when I creep

by daylight. I can't do it at night,

for I know John would suspect some

thing at once.

And John is so queer, now, that I

don't want to irritate him. I wish he

would take another room ! Besides, I

don't want anybody to get that woman

out at night but myself.

I often wonder if I could see her out

of all the windows at once.

But, turn as fast as I can, I can only

see out of one at one time.

And though I always see her she

may be able to creep faster than I

can turn!

I have watched her sometimes away

off in the open country, creeping as fast

as a cloud shadow in a high wind.

THE YELLOW WALL PAPER

If only that top pattern could be

gotten off from the under one ! I mean

to try it, little by little.

I have found out another funny

thing, but I shan't tell it this time!

It does not do to trust people too

much.

There are only two more days to get

this paper off, and I believe John is

beginning to notice. I don't like the

look in his eyes.

And I heard him ask Jennie a lot of

professional questions about me. She

had a very good report to give.

She said I slept a good deal in the

daytime.

John knows I don't sleep very well

at night, for all I'm so quiet !

He asked me all sorts of questions,

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too, and pretended to be very loving

and kind.

As if I couldn't see through him !

Still, I don't wonder he acts so,

sleeping under this paper for three

months.

It only interests me, but I feel sure

John and Jennie are secretly affected

by it.

THE YELLOW WALL PAPER

Hurrah ! This is the last day, but

it is enough. John is to stay in town

over night, and won't be out until this

evening.

Jennie wanted to sleep with me —

the sly thing ! but I told her I should

undoubtedly rest better for a night all

alone.

That was clever, for really I wasn't

alone a bit ! As soon as it was moon

light, and that poor thing began to crawl

and shake the pattern, I got up and ran

to help her. (

I pulled and she shook, I shook and \

she pulled, and before morning we had J

peeled off yards of that paper.

A strip about as high as my head

and half around the room.

And then when the sun came and

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that awful pattern began to laugh at

me I declared I would finish it to

day !

We go away to-morrow, and they are

moving all my furniture down again

to leave things as they were before.

Jennie looked at the wall in amaze

ment, but I told her merrily that I

did it out of pure spite at the vicious

thing.

She laughed and said she wouldn't

mind doing it herself, but I must not get

tired.

How she betrayed herself that time !

But I am here, and no person touches

this paper but me — not alive!

She tried to get me out of the room

— it was too patent ! But I said it was

so quiet and empty and clean now that

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I believed I would lie down again and

sleep all I could ; and not to wake me

even for dinner— I would call when I

woke.

So now she is gone, and the servants

are gone, and the things are gone, and

there is nothing left but that great bed

stead nailed down, with the canvas

mattress we found on it.

We shall sleep downstairs to-night,

and take the boat home to-morrow.

I quite enjoy the room, now it is bare

again.

How those children did tear about

here !

This bedstead is fairly gnawed t

But I must get to work.

I have locked the door and thrown

the key down into the front path.

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I don't want to go out, and I don't

want to have anybody come in, till John

comes.

I want to astonish him.

I've got a rope up here that even

Jennie did not find. If that woman

does get out, and tries to get away, I

can tie her!

But I forgot I could not reach far

without anything to stand on!

This bed will not move!

I tried to lift and push it until I was

lame, and then I got so angry I bit off a

little piece at one corner—but it hurt

my teeth.

Then I peeled off all the paper I

could reach standing on the floor. It

sticks horribly and the pattern just en-

joys it ! All those strangled heads

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and bulbous eyes and waddling fungus

growths just shriek with derision !

I am getting angry enough to do some

thing desperate. To jump out of the

window would be admirable exercise,

but the bars are too strong even to try.

Besides, I wouldn't do it. Ofcourse

not. I know well enough that a step

like that is improper and might be mis

construed.

I don't like to look out of the win

dows even— there are so many of those

creeping women, and they creep so

fast v

Iwonder if they all come out of that

wall paper, as I did?

But I am securely fastened now by

my well-hidden rope—you don't get

me out in the road there!

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I suppose I shall have to get back

behind the pattern when it comes night,

and that is hard !

It is so pleasant to be out in this

great room and creep around as I

please!

I don't want to go outside. I won't,

even ifJennie asks me to.

For outside you have to creep on the

ground, and everything is green instead

ofyellow.

But here I can creep smoothly on the

/floor, and my shoulder just fits in that

long smooch around the wall, so I can

not lose my way.

Why, there's John at the door !

It is no use, young man, you can't

open it!

How he does call and pound!

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Now he's crying for an axe.

It would be a shame to break down

that beautiful door !

"John, dear !" said I in the gentlest

voice, " the key is down by the front

steps, under a plantain leaf!"

That silenced him for a few mo

ments.

Then he said — very quietly indeed,

"Open the door, my darling ! "

" I can't," said I. " The key is down

by the front door, under a plantain

leaf!"

And then I said it again, several

times, very gently and slowly, and said

it so often that he had to go and see,

and he got it, of course, and came in.

He stopped short by the door.

"What is the matter?" he cried.

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"For God's sake, what are you do-

ing?w

I kept on creeping just the same, but

I looked at him over my shoulder.

"I've got out at last," said I, "in

spite of you and Jane ! And I've pulled

off most of the paper, so you can't put

me back ! n

Now why should that man have

fainted? But he did, and right across

my path by the wall, so that I had to

creep over him every time !

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