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Title: The Battle of the Bells
Author: Jerome Bixby
Release Date: September 27, 2021 [eBook #66393]
Language: English
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Charley's practical joke was usually good
for a laugh when a city feller made a rest stop;
but it also aroused heavenly concern and began--
The Battle of the Bells
By Jerome Bixby
[Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
Imagination Stories of Science and Fantasy
September 1954
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]
It would happen maybe once or twice a week--never much more. Because
things had to be just right.
For example, it had to be daytime for it to work. At night, nobody was
likely to notice the chain hanging down with the handle on the end of
it.
And naturally the victims had to be city folk. Had to be used to just
reaching up and grabbing and pulling without a thought. Because when
you stop to think about it, a chain like that in a place like that is
about the most unlikely thing in the world.
But it worked--it worked often enough to bring grins to the faces of
any men who were around at the time, and enough to make the town women
sometimes a little cool toward Charley Mason when they went in to buy
things at his store. Because it was strictly a man's joke, and he was
the man.
* * * * *
Owensville is a small town in western Pennsylvania. It sits low in one
end of a green-sided valley, just a few frame houses and stores strung
along a main street ... and that main street is on the one and only
road that leads through the valley: a road that all the maps show to be
a convenient and dependable connection between the Penn Turnpike and
several other major routes, should you be heading south.
So a lot of people drive through Owensville every week--upwards of two
hundred or so. And there's always one or two of them in the mood to
spend a little time in a restroom--the last Howard Johnson's is twenty
miles back along the Turnpike, and the road down into the valley is a
bumpy one besides, and you know what that does to your innards.
So they come driving around the bend under the trees and their car
wheels thump across the old wooden bridge across Miller's Creek--and
once in a while one of them would pull off the road into the yard
beside Charley Mason's General Store because they'd spot his
crescent-doored outhouse standing there. Charley always kept it painted
up so it'd be easier to see--clean white with a red roof--and over
the door he'd lettered, big enough to see from the bridge, PUBLIC
RESTROOM.
Then somebody'd get out of the car and go in, and a few minutes later
the chain that came up through the roof would yank down as whoever was
inside reached up and pulled the handle.
And then the big old cowbell on the roof--the biggest and noisiest
Charley'd been able to find--would dance around in the mounting he'd
made out of an angle-iron, and go _Blongle, blongle, blok!_
After a minute the door'd open and the city folk would come out,
looking puzzled and kind of sneaky. They'd give a glance up at the roof
and see the cowbell mounted there. Some of them might grin at the way
they'd been had. But mostly they'd get into their car and drive off
maybe a little faster'n they would've ordinarily.
If it was a woman, it was five times as funny. Because some of the
older men were always sitting around on the porch of Charley's store
playing pinochle, or lounging down by the bridge just talking, and
when the woman would come out they'd all grin at her and those who had
mustaches might twiddle them a bit, and she'd get redder'n a bushel of
tomatoes.
Women drove off faster'n anybody, usually.
Some townspeople said it wasn't a very good way to advertise Owensville
to passersby. But Charley said that a town of thirty-two people didn't
have to worry about advertising one way or the other--it just needed
diversion. And since it was on his property, the cowbell stayed up.
It was just a gag. It never really hurt anybody. Charley, who could
incline to philosophy when it suited him, said that the only person it
could hurt was somebody who was plain ashamed of being human. And, on
the personal side, he admitted he got a kick out of seeing them all
flustered up that way.
Probably the outhouse and the bell'd still be there, and Charley'd
still be getting his laughs, if the fat lady in the green convertible
hadn't decided to do some praying.
* * * * *
It was a late July afternoon, and plenty hot. The sun was reflecting
like yellow-green fire off the hills around, and everybody was sitting
in the shade.
Charley Mason and Sam Knudson were sitting on the store porch playing
gin, and Luke Yates was just coming up the steps, when they heard a car
approaching.
Charley and Sam paused in their game and Luke turned his gray head to
look.
"Maybe this time," Charley said.
Luke Yates studied the dust cloud moving toward town above the tops of
the trees.
"Coming pretty fast," he said. "Bet they drive right on through."
"A dollar," said Charley. "You bounce harder when you drive fast."
"It's on," said Luke.
Waiting, Charley Mason leaned back in his chair and half-closed his
eyes, a lean, bald man in shirt-sleeves, the hand holding his cards
relaxed in his lap. They could hear the murmur of the creek carrying
away the runoff from last night's rain, and the air was sweet with the
breath of the fields off down the valley.
"Rich man," said Charley, looking across the yard at his outhouse,
"poor man, beggar man, thief. In there, you're all alike in the eyes of
God, I guess."
Sam Knudson nodded thoughtfully. "In the eyes of _something_, at any
rate."
"All alike," said Luke Yates.
"Can't see your wallet from _there_," Charley said.
"Your brains either," said Luke.
After a moment, Charley said, "Some people's brains, maybe."
They all nodded.
A green convertible driven by a fat woman came around the bend,
trailing dust, and rattled across the bridge.
"New York license plates," Luke said, squinting.
"Yep," said Charley.
"Maybe she'll bite."
"If she stops," Charley said, "maybe she will."
* * * * *
The green convertible swerved off the road and pulled to a halt beside
the store. The fat lady got out and looked around for a moment,
blinking in the sun. She saw the three old men up on the porch and
seemed to hesitate. Then she went around the back of the car and headed
for the outhouse, walking a little defiantly, head up, her steps steady
and deliberate.
The men exchanged glances. Luke handed Charley a dollar bill.
"Do her some good, maybe," Charley said. "Shy type."
"Like we didn't know how it was," Sam said, shaking his head.
"Or maybe," Charley said, "because we do. Funny."
Luke sat down on the bottom-most step and scuffed the dirt of the yard
with a toe. They watched the cowbell atop the outhouse, and listened to
the murmur of the creek, and heard a bird sing in the big elm out back
of the store, and waited.
The chain that came up through the outhouse roof yanked down.
The cowbell went _Blongle, blongle, blok!_
Charley puffed his pipe in satisfaction. Luke and Sam grinned. They
waited for the fat lady to emerge.
When she did, a moment later, it was looking puzzled as usual--but
there was a difference. She stalked ten feet away from the outhouse,
about-faced, and stared up at the cowbell. The men saw the back of her
neck get red and redder still. Then she turned and came toward the
porch. Her eyes were narrowed, her hands were clenched into fists, her
mouth was a determined slash.
She marched across the yard and stood facing the three men on the
porch. She put her fists on her hips and glared.
Luke and Sam stopped grinning. Charley's pipe drooped.
The sun beat down on the valley, the town, the yard, the outhouse,
the fat woman. Her brow was shiny with perspiration. She stood there,
turned her cold blue glare on one man after another, like you'd sweep a
gatling against enemy ranks.
Luke said uncomfortably, "Howdy, ma'am."
"You old lechers!" said the fat woman tightly.
Charley and Luke and Sam exchanged dismayed looks.
"Now, ma'am--" Charley began.
"Don't say anything, you old lechers," the fat woman spat. "I don't
want to hear your gloating, oily voices! Of all the lecherous,
salacious, lascivious things to do!"
"Why," Charley said doubtfully, "I guess we're a little old to be all
those things--"
"You're never too old to be evil-minded!" she snapped. "Even if your
bodies are too old for unGodliness!" Her positive and indicating gaze
raked them up and down, and she saw the cards which Charley held in his
lap.
"Playing cards, too!" she said, her lips curling. "Well, I guess _that_
follows!"
"Follows what, ma'am?" Luke asked puzzledly.
She saw the brown beer bottle resting on the box beside Charley's chair.
"_Alcohol!_" she hissed.
* * * * *
She stood glaring up at them, her breath coming fast and shallow, in a
half-crouch that led Charley Mason to wonder if she planned to climb
right over the porch rail and lace into them physically.
Then, as they watched in wary silence, her anger seemed to abate a
little; over a period of five seconds her fists slowly unclenched, her
breath slowed, she straightened.
She said in a low voice, "It's the work of the Devil. Anger is not the
answer."
"The Devil, ma'am?" Charley asked.
"_He_ has made you do this--it is a device to keep lewd and licentious
thoughts uppermost in your minds and corrupt your immortal souls. I
suppose I shouldn't blame you for listening to him ... so _few_ of us
_are_ able to resist his honeyed mouthings."
"Ma'am," Luke said, "I don't think you should get so excited on a hot
day like this. Maybe a cold coke--"
"I'll pray," the fat lady said. "I'll pray for the Lord to undo this
Devil's work. I'll pray that your souls be cleansed of the evil
thoughts the Dark One has put there." Her pale blue eyes seemed a
trifle fixed, and now she smiled, looking through the men who watched
her worriedly. "I--I'm almost proud that I should have suffered this
humiliation in order to help Him in His work--it is a small price to
pay, to have been the object of your lustful thoughts, if I can save
your souls by telling the Lord what you are doing and seeing to it
that He stops you!"
She gave them a pitying, sympathetic look. "You hate me now," she said,
"but when you are pure you will thank me."
She turned away and walked toward her car, head bowed.
After a moment Luke got up from the steps and sank into a chair on the
porch. "Does lust mean what I think it means?" he asked.
"Guess it does," Charley said.
"Well, back when I _could_ lust, I wouldn't ever have lusted _her_."
They watched her get in and drive off, head still down in an attitude
of prayer, eyes up so she could drive. The car reached the other end of
the main street, followed the road into the trees, and vanished.
Charley stared contemplatively across the yard at his outhouse.
"Work of the Devil, huh?" he mused. "Well, now doesn't that beat all! I
bet Heaven would kick that prayer right out of court!"
"No," said a firm voice. "It was heard."
* * * * *
The three old men turned and saw a tall, handsome, blond young man,
dressed in a neat and utterly clean white suit, standing in the
center of the yard. His face wore an expression of perfect peace and
abounding love.
Actually, he wasn't _quite_ standing in the yard yet. When they turned,
his feet were about four feet above the ground. As they watched, he
floated slowly down until he was standing straight, and tall and
smiling a little.
At that moment, _timelessness_ descended upon the scene--upon Charley
Mason's store, the yard, the outhouse. _Timelessness_ bounded the
area from one edge of Charley's yard to the other, and from the road
clear to the woods out back; and that _timelessness_ extended downward
to a perfect point at the very center of the Earth, and extended upward
in a perfect cone to Heaven; and within its boundaries nothing that
happened was visible to the outside world, or indeed even "happened"
so far as the outside world was concerned: for it all happened in
_timelessness_ ... in one of those particles of time-substance which
exists _between_ microseconds on Earth's time continuum: particles so
small that they are of use only to angels, who in their work must often
get between people and their intended deeds faster than seems possible.
The young man's calm eyes looked into the minds of the three old
men on the porch, and saw no evidence there of lewd or lascivious
thoughts of the magnitude reported by the fat lady in her prayer. This
did not surprise him, for exaggeration is the backbone of prayer, and
the Heavenly Workers are used to it. In particular are they used to
nuisances like the fat lady, who continually turn in false alarms.
Closing his eyes, the young man contacted his secretary-cherubim in
his office in Heaven. The cherubim immediately returned the dossiers
of Luke and Sam and Charley Mason to the Heavenly Files, with no
additional notations on the debit side.
That done--for nothing is so urgent in the eyes of Heaven as the latest
data on souls--the young man turned his attention to the outhouse.
He saw the cowbell, and his lips pursed.
He left the porch, walking lightly, and crossed the yard to the
outhouse. The three old men watched him dreamily, unmoving,
comprehending, gripped by _timelessness_ and a sense of wonder.
The young man opened the crescented door and went in. The chain yanked.
The cowbell went _Blongle, blongle, blok!_
The young man reappeared in the door and looked at the old men on the
porch. He pursed his lips again and shook his head reprimandingly. He
disappeared again.
A second later, the cowbell and chain and angle-iron disappeared too.
* * * * *
The young man came out, dusting his hands with a white handkerchief. He
came back across the yard and mounted the steps. He seated himself on
the porch railing, where he could face the three old men.
"Shame on you," he said.
The men cast their eyes downward.
"The lady's accusations were somewhat excessive," the young man said.
"Your motives seem not to have been primarily lascivious, and I have so
informed Heaven. But still ... don't you think you should be ashamed of
yourselves?" He paused. "You may nod if you wish."
The men nodded, eyes dreamy.
"After all," the young man said, "isn't that rather a snide trick to
play on tired travelers who seek your hospitality?"
Charley Mason's mouth worked; his Adam's apple bobbed.
"Speak," said the young man.
"Gosh," Charley said in a low voice, "it was just a little joke. We
never had nothing else in mind--"
"I know," the young man said. "I have discounted that element. I am
speaking of the unkindness of the prank--the discomfiture which you
impose on its victims."
"Oh," said Charley. "I--gosh, it just embarrassed them a little bit,
that's all. I mean ... that's all, isn't it?"
"No," said the young man sternly, "there is more. Think a moment,
humans, upon that common structure in the yard ... think deeply, and
you will realize that there is much more to it than meets the eye."
"Guess so," mumbled Charley.
"It is a haven ... a place of wondrous solitude ... a refuge for those
who would contemplate without interruption, as many a weary traveler
yearns for."
"Guess so."
"In what other situation can you be so completely alone ... in a
perfect isolation not only permitted but sanctioned by your society?
Why, humans, I could tell you of the most extraordinary moments of
piety, of philosophical reflection, of artistic conception which we
have recorded as occurring under such circumstances...."
"I never thought of it that way, I guess," Charley said slowly. "I
always did sort of think it leveled you off, though."
The young man eyed them soberly.
"In late afternoon," he said, "in the confines of the rustic outhouse,
settled happily, hearing the quaint and natural sounds of the insects
in the field, the flutterings of birds from branch to branch ... do you
know that in this day it is the only waking place where one may flee
for the inner life?"
The old men looked down guiltily.
"It is ever a reminder of one's mortality," the young man said.
"It is Man in his true aristocratic state," he said.
"And yet at his most humble," he said.
"And now I will leave," he said. "I hope you have seen the light, and
will no longer impose your crude, cruel joke on those who trust you for
a moment's peace."
He stood up. "I hardly think that it was the work of the Devil,
however, as the lady seemed to think--"
A cloud seemed to come over the sun--but there were no clouds, so
perhaps the sun dimmed. The birds in the trees were suddenly silent.
Even the rustling leaves seemed to pause. It grew still darker, and a
chill breeze sprang up.
A head, whose face was dark and sharp and saturnine, appeared in the
center of the yard.
* * * * *
As the young man and the three old men watched, a tall, dark, gaunt man
in a neatly tailored black suit rose from the ground and stood eying
them mockingly.
"Wasn't it?" he said in a thin, dry voice, and laughed.
The young man's lips tightened. He said nothing. The three old men were
shrunken back in their chairs, staring.
The Devil--or perhaps the man in black was only _part_ of the Devil,
for mysterious and complex are the ways he influences from his bronze
throne in the exact center of midwestern Gehenna--turned and sauntered
to the outhouse. He entered.
A moment later the cowbell and chain and angle-iron reappeared--though
not quite as they had been. The chain seemed a little heavier, the
cowbell a little larger and more shiny.
The chain was yanked. The cowbell went _Blongle, blongle, blok,
blok!_--a metallic sound of triumph.
The man in black came out smirking. He made his way across the yard and
mounted the porch steps. The young man frowned and lifted a shoulder so
the fabrics of their clothing would not touch.
The man in black went to the opposite end of the porch and sat down in
a chair there. He looked out over the bridge and the murmuring creek
and the trees beyond and took a pipe from a pocket. From another pocket
he took a live coal, which he dropped into the pipe. He puffed, and
sulphur-smell filled the air.
The young man got up, sighing and bracing his hands on his knees. He
stood for a moment regarding the man in black levelly. Then he went
down the steps and across the yard and into the outhouse.
Chain, cowbell and mounting vanished.
The man in black rose, still smiling. He passed the three old men,
trailing sulphur smoke from his pipe. They shrank back, eyes wide. He
went down into the yard and toward the outhouse.
When he was halfway there, the young man emerged. They locked eyes, the
young man's cool and determined, the other's hot and mocking and quite
as determined.
They passed each other, saying not a word.
As the young man reached the porch steps, there came from the outhouse
a loud _Blongle, blongle, blongle, blok, blok_, and he paused, one foot
on the steps, lips thinned. He seated himself deliberately, and only
then did he look around.
The new bell was twice as large as the former. The chain was heavier.
It hung from a heavy cast-iron mounting.
The man in black came out. He sauntered back to the porch and seated
himself.
* * * * *
Half a non-existent hour passed--non-existent, because it passed in
_timelessness_. The young man sat quietly, seeming to ponder; the
man in black sat as quietly, smoking his sulphur; the three old men
sat like mice, their eyes shuttling back and forth between the two
antagonists.
At last the young man got up and walked slowly to the outhouse. The
cowbell and its paraphernalia vanished. This time with a flash of white
light.
The man in black dropped a new lump of smoking sulphur into his pipe
and tamped it down with his thumb. He walked to the outhouse and
replaced the bell with a still bigger one. He yanked at the chain, and
raucous bellsound filled the yard.
He came back, and they sat around a while longer.
The young man went out. The new bell vanished with a flash like
diamond-blue lightning.
The man in black sauntered out. In an enormous mounting atop the
outhouse appeared a three-foot church bell.
Its chain yanked down.
_Bong-g-g--bong-g-g--bong-g-g...._
The young man hurried across the yard, shoulders stiff. So quickly that
the man in black, eyes mocking, was forced to stand aside at the very
door of the outhouse to permit him to enter.
The church bell and mounting vanished. With a clap of indignant thunder.
The man in black resumed his chair on the porch. The young man came
slowly back across the yard and sat on the steps.
After a few minutes the young man said, "That wasn't very funny."
"I hardly expected you to think so."
"This can go on for an awfully long time you know."
"I have," said the man in black, "an awfully long time. So do you."
"I think that it's rather a silly thing for you to be concerning
yourself with," the young man said. "After all, it failed to incite
these humans to any thoughts which could really be called sinful."
"Then it is an equally silly thing for _you_ to concern yourself with,
isn't it?"
"I do so because it disturbs humans at a time when they may be nearest
to God."
"I concern myself for the same reason."
* * * * *
A non-existent half hour passed. The young man sat on the steps, his
white suit impeccable, face thoughtful. The man in black sat and smoked
and smirked. The three old men waited.
Out in the yard the outhouse stood, a battleground of good and evil.
Its coat of white paint gleamed in the sun, which still stood high
as a result of _timelessness_. Its red roof was a challenge. To the
young man, staring moodily, the crescent in the door seemed a mocking,
lopsided smile.
On the roof stood a new and larger mounting, containing a new and
larger cowbell, from which hung a new and heavier chain.
Once the young man looked upward, as if for guidance.
Once he sighed and shook his head, as if discouraged.
"One of us must win," he said finally.
"Always," the man in black nodded.
"If I destroy that bell, you will replace it."
"With a bigger one."
"If you replace it, I shall destroy it."
"And then I shall replace it again."
"Do you really feel," asked the young man, "that so small a purpose is
worth such an effort?"
"I might ask you the same question."
"Tiny building blocks may build a great edifice."
"The removal of one may contribute to its ruin."
The creek murmured. Out in back of the store, the bird in the elm sang
a hesitant note, and then was silent.
Charley Mason cleared his throat.
The man in black turned his hot, mocking gaze on Charley. Charley
closed his mouth so hard his teeth clicked.
The young man said, "You need not fear him, mortal--only his
temptations."
"Mister--" Charley said hesitantly.
"Yes?"
"Something sort of has me wondering."
"Yes?"
"Well--I've been watching you two go at it, and--well, it sort of looks
like this other feller has the edge on you right down the line. I mean,
like he was all confident, and you just don't know how to get around
him--"
The young man nodded somberly. "I have been waiting for you to make
that observation, human. It is true. Evil has only to _be_ ... has only
to _exist_ for its work to be half done. It is a pit; you have only
to fall into it. While to be good, you must exert yourself to climb
_out_ of the pit." He looked sadly at the smirking man in black. "He
walks confidently, for he requires no more than your acceptance of him,
your tolerance, your passivity, your apathy. How can such a dynamic
imbalance threaten him?... He must only _be_ to be strong; you must
_act_ to make him weak."
The young man got up and stretched his arms. He looked upward at the
sky again, and seemed to be listening. He shrugged a little.
"It has been pointed out to me," he said, "that I have demonstrated
sufficiently--now there are other matters to be attended to. I will
destroy the bell once again ... but mark these words well, humans: the
Dark One will create another--and it, like all his creations, will be
a potential for evil. Not a large evil, perhaps, in this case, nor
an evil in itself by the simple fact of its existence--rather his
creations represent the potential of evil _within yourselves_. After he
goes, I urge that you take down the bell and throw it away ... destroy
it ... for as you have seen he is powerless to prevent that. If he
creates another, cast it aside also. Keep doing so. The bell is but
the symbol, the temptation: the conquest of evil can take place only
in your own souls; you must _act_ in the face of that temptation. The
battleground is not this town, nor this yard, nor that structure, but
in _yourselves_. In you is the pit; in you must be the strength and
will to escape it. Do you understand?"
Three nods.
* * * * *
The young man looked into their minds for the last time, to assure
himself of their purity.
And in Charley Mason's mind he saw a tiny, half-hidden thought that
struck him so forcibly that he almost smiled. Deep in Charley's mind,
beneath all his awe and wonder at the present situation, almost on a
subconscious level, Charley's sense of humor was still working--the
sense of humor that had come up with the cowbell joke in the first
place.
Now, in Charley's mind, was a solution for the present difficulty. Not
a solution, actually; for the realities of the problem were already
solved--solved in the minds of the three old men and their firm resolve
to do nothing ever again that would precipitate this kind of Heavenly
and Satanic tug-of-war in the arena of their souls.
But it would end this business of bell/no bell very nicely. And not
inappropriately, the young man thought. He would arrange the situation
just as Charley was mentally picturing it. And seeing what Charley had
in mind finally brought a smile to the young man's face.
He walked across the yard and entered the outhouse. The bell and chain
and mounting vanished. This time the young man was gone from sight
just a little longer than any time previously, and when he came out he
looked just a tiny bit expectant.
He waved in friendly fashion at the three men on the porch and rose
into the sky, faster and faster until he disappeared into the sun.
The man in black got up from his chair and knocked out his pipe on a
heel--or rather, where a heel should have been, for it was now evident
for the first time that he had black hooves instead of feet.
The wad of sulphur fell to the boards and smoked and stank.
"He was right, you know," he said. "The battle was in yourselves. And
I suppose I've lost. I seem to be losing more and more these days ...
though I'm by no means through. I suppose if I put up another bell,
you'll just take it down." He sighed and stretched his long black-clad
arms wide, as the young man had done. "Well, it's been diverting. I
think I _will_ put up another bell--just for the Hell of it."
He went down the steps, across the yard, into the outhouse.
An enormous cowbell appeared on the roof--a prince of cowbells, a
cowbell fit for the neck of Babe, the giant blue ox of Paul Bunyan.
From it hung an inch-thick chain.
The chain yanked down, the cowbell went _BLONGLE, BLONGLE, BLOK, BLOK,
BLOK!_--and Charley's plan which the young man had arranged before
leaving the confines of the outhouse became evident.
There was a loud flushing sound. A herculean flush. The walls collapsed
inward with a giant roar and an enormous swoosh and a gargantuan
gurgle. A moment later there was only a deep hole in the ground where
the outhouse had stood. And then the sides of the hole crumbled in to
form a shallow pit.
_Timelessness_ ended.
Luke scratched his head and stared from Sam over to Charley. "Did you
two dream the same thing I did?" his voice was awed.
Sam pointed over to where the pit made a raw scar in the ground.
"Weren't no dream. Or if it was, we're still asleep."
Charley had a laughing glint in his eye. "We're not asleep, and it
wasn't any dream. 'Specially the ending."
Luke and Sam looked at him puzzled for a moment. Then they both laughed
and Charley joined them.
"Bet that flush was the damndest joke Satan ever had played on him!"
Luke gasped, holding his sides.
"One _hell_ of a joke, Charley," Sam choked. "What I wouldn't give to
have seen his face!"
Charley agreed. He began to laugh even harder as he wondered if there
was any soap and water down in Gehenna. He had an idea Satan might be
praying for some.
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