William Faulkner
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When Miss Emily Grierson died,our whole town went to her funeral:the men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument ,the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house,which no one save an old manservant-a combined gardener and cook-had seen in at least ten years.
It was a big,squarish frame house that had once been white,decorated with cupolas and spires and scrolled balconies in the heavily light-some style of the seventies,set on what had once been our most select street.But garages and cotton gins had encroached and obliterated even the august names of that neighborhood;only Miss Emily's house was left,lifting its stubborn and coquettish decay above the cotton wagons and the gasoline pumps-an eyesore among eyesores.And now Miss Emily had gone to join the representatives of those august names where they lay in the cedar-bemused cemetery among the ranked and anonymous graves of Union and Confederate soldiers who fell at the battle of Jefferson.
Alive,Miss Emily had been a tradition,a duty,and a care;a sort of hereditary obligation upon the town,dating from that day in 1894 when Colond Sartoris,the mayor-he who fathered the edict that no Negro woman should appear on the streets without an apron-remitted her taxes,the dispensation dating from the death of her father on into perpetuity.Not that Miss Emily would have accepted charity.Colonel Sartoris invented an involved tale to the effect that Miss Emily's father had loaned money to the town,which the town,as a matter of business,preferred this way of repaying.Only a man of Colonel Sartoris' generation and thought could have invented it,and only a woman could have believed it.
When the next generation,with its more modern ideas,became mayors and aldermen ,this arrangement created some little dissatisfaction.On the first of the year they mailed her a tax notice.February came,and there was no reply.They wrote her a formal letter,asking her to call at the sheriff's office at her convenience.A week later the mayor wrote her himself,offering to call or to send his car for her,and received in reply a note on paper of an archaic shape,in a thin,flowing calligraphy in faded ink,to the effect that she no longer went out at all.The tax notice was also enclosed,without comment.