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Author(s): David Travis
ISBN(s): 9780415258340, 0415258340
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Year: 2002
Language: english
E-commerce Usability
Essential readings from Taylor & Francis:
David Travis
First published 2003
by Taylor & Francis
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Simultaneously published in the USA and Canada
by Taylor & Francis
29 West 35th Street, New York, NY 10001
Taylor & Francis is an imprint of the Taylor & Francis Group
This edition published in the Taylor & Francis e-Library, 2004.
© 2003 Taylor & Francis
Contents
List of figures ix
List of tables xi
Preface xii
Acknowledgements xv
1 Introduction 1
2 Is your site customer centred? 8
PART I
Analyse the opportunity 13
PART II
Build the context of use 35
PART III
Create the user experience 71
PART IV
Track real-world usage and continuously improve the site 153
Index 176
List of figures ix
List of figures
List of tables
Preface
We are all familiar with airport bookstall best sellers that promise fame,
fortune and success in relationships. Many of them – at least the ones I have
skimmed whilst waiting for one of the world’s favourite airlines – are deeply
disappointing. Not because they do not work (to be honest I have not really
been able to try them out fully) but because they tend to miss out on the
tricky bit in the process. For example, a book on how to become really rich
will often contain such helpful nuggets as ‘make lots of money’. If you then
turn to the How to Make Lots of Money book, the advice is to start a successful
business. The How to Start a Successful Business book then suggests that the
key is to come up with a simple idea that everyone wants. The How to Come
up with Clever Ideas book typically talks about brainstorming and all manner
of ‘creative ideas’.
Where they fail is that the ideas themselves are often fairly simple to
generate; it’s turning them into real solutions that involves a lot of hard work.
One of the widely quoted examples of the ‘ah-ha’ principle at work con-
cerns Kekulé von Stradonitz in 1865 who was struggling to interpret his data
on the structure of benzene. Allegedly, after a particularly gruelling day in
the laboratory, he fell asleep and dreamed of a group of six snakes. At some
point, these dancing snakes each caught another’s tail in its mouth, in such a
way that they formed a six-snake ring. When Kekulé awoke, he had stumbled
on the resonating ring structure, which made sense of all his work. Now I
doubt Kekulé was the first to dream of snakes (indeed I believe they are a
rather well-known Freudian symbol) but he was the first one to make the
link. The idea on its own meant little, but combined with serious groundwork,
provided the apparently trivial spark which made sense of it all.
Clever ideas in computing abound, especially on the web. It is converting
them into a sound business model which is more difficult and usually causes
most would-be ‘Bill Gates’ to fall by the wayside. E-commerce is an area
where bright ideas are common but sound business models are not.
One of the areas where I would claim some expertise (on the basis that I
have been working in the area for some big names for many years) is the
ergonomics and psychology of retailing. I am always both amused and
astounded by the way many e-commerce sites seem to understand customer
Preface xiii
psychology and then either ignore it or do the opposite. Real stores design
their layouts in such a way that customers are enticed and led through product
offerings. High visibility locations (for example, at the ends of aisles) are
used carefully to promote particular products and the store entrance is prize
territory. Many stores have lots of doors – often automatic. These are not to
allow customers out in the event of a fire, but to make it easy for them to
enter. Staff are trained to welcome customers, maintain eye contact and
generally make them feel welcome.
Yet if we are to believe many e-commerce sites, customers should be chal-
lenged at the door to give their address before guessing where merchandise
is hidden. Slow response, unhelpful graphics, hidden functionality and unreli-
able links test the customer’s stamina to the limit – before they have even
purchased anything. Feedback is often incomplete or even missing.
If it were a real store, customers would walk next door or even travel
further afield. On a web site this takes no more than a click or two.
So if usability is so obviously important in e-commerce, why is it not taken
more seriously? I would argue that there are three main reasons:
• many people believe that since the web is new, we need to start again
learning how to make it usable;
• others argue that the web is unique so nothing that we knew about con-
ventional usability applies.
But probably the most significant reason is that:
• it is difficult to know exactly what to do to ensure good usability.
There are lots of ‘gurus’ with helpful advice like ‘do what I say’ who are
great at publicising usability but who are not so good at passing on their
skills to regular web site designers.
Putting usability knowledge and skills in the public domain is one of the
prime motivations of our work in the International Organisation for Standard-
isation (ISO) Ergonomics of Human System Interaction Committee. Since
1983 we have developed a number of standards aimed at improving the
usability of computer hardware and software. The multipart ISO 9241 is
one of the better known standards and contains one part (Part 11) specifically
devoted to ‘Guidance on Usability’. Our experience in developing these
standards made us realise that in the computer industry we would always be
‘playing catch-up’ trying to keep up with the fast pace of hardware and
software development.
In the mid-1990s we therefore decided to develop a process standard
which would be technology-independent and which would represent inter-
national consensus on best practice. In 1999, ISO 13407 ‘Human Centred
Design Processes for Interactive Systems’ was published with the explicit
aim of providing project managers with a means of ensuring that their design
processes have a high likelihood of developing usable systems.
xiv Preface
In a sense, it is like the airport best sellers I was criticising earlier. If the
process is followed completely, then the designer is assured of a usable product.
Of course, there is a catch. Success is only guaranteed if appropriate criteria
are identified initially and if the process iterates until they are achieved. It
may not be possible to complete the process if the original design objective is
unachievable. Designers may not be able to solve some of the problems which
testing with real users provides. But the key point is that the standard provides
an internationally agreed framework for the usability process.
Since its publication in 2000, it has been well received in Japan (where it
is seen as relevant to the design of a wide range of products and systems). In
the USA it was one of the key stimuli (along with ISO 9241-11: Guidance on
Usability) for the development of the ANSI/NCITS Common Industry Format
for reporting usability results. In the UK, it has been promoted as a method
for helping public sector systems achieve the Government’s objective of effec-
tiveness of IT systems.
In System Concepts, we use this framework to inform all our usability
work from mobile telephones to government information systems, from
computer printers to interactive television and, of course, to web sites.
David Travis has drawn together our experiences with this process in an
informative and compelling style. In this book, he has tailored the customer-
centred design process to the difficult, but not impossible problem, of making
e-commerce sites that people can and do use successfully. Standards – parti-
cularly international standards – are written in a peculiar form of English,
which often sounds stilted. One of David’s great strengths is that he has
written a book which is not only a highly effective and an efficient way of
communicating about e-commerce usability, he has also made it satisfying,
sometimes even fun, to read. In other words, it is a very usable book about
usability. The book is rich in informative examples and even the laziest reader
should find inspiration from the practical experiences which fill each page.
I was delighted when David asked me to write this preface and I am pleased
to commend this book wholeheartedly. I am sure that designers too will find
it an invaluable resource and I look forward to the improvement in usable
web sites that should result.
Tom Stewart
Managing Director, System Concepts
Chairman, ISO TC 159 SC4 Ergonomics of Human System Interaction
Acknowledgements xv
Acknowledgements
This book started life as a training course. The course content was knocked
into shape by dozens of clients; and hundreds of delegates have usability
tested the ideas and helped fix those that were confusing, ambiguous or
difficult to apply. Amongst these, I would particularly like to thank Leigh
Davies at Thomas Cook who helped structure the initial course.
But a course means nothing if the theory cannot be put into practice. In
my consulting work, I have been fortunate to work with clients on some
truly challenging projects. Indeed, all of the practical ideas in this book arose
from usability assignments with clients. There are too many to thank
individually but Debbie Mrazek at HP stands out for her ability to challenge
and coach in equal measure.
And none of that would have been possible if Tom Stewart hadn’t invited
me to the Savoy for a Christmas party many years ago and encouraged my
interest in standards and consultancy. Thanks Tom!
A number of people supported and encouraged me in the writing of this
book and provided comments on the content and structure. In particular, I
would like to thank Nigel Bevan, Marty Carroll, Jeff Johnson, Deborah
Mayhew, Debbie Mrazek, Keith Instone, John Rhodes, Ben Shneiderman
and Tom Stewart. Nick Freeman of manha.com did a great job on the figures;
and Sarah Kramer at Taylor & Francis motivated me to deliver the book,
rather than re-write it yet again. I want to thank all of them for their time
and point out that the remaining errors are, of course, mine.
Finally: thanks Gret. Can I come out now?
xvi Acknowledgements
Introduction 1
1 Introduction
There are hundreds of books aimed at the people who design web sites.
Books that tell you how to write HTML with the very latest editing tools.
Books that show you how to design 3D buttons in Adobe PhotoShop. Books
that explain how to code in Perl and Java. Books that discuss fashionable
mark-up languages, such as XML, DHTML and VRML.
This book takes a different approach: it assumes that the people who use
web sites just want an easy life.
This assumption states that people will always choose a simple way of
achieving their goals over a complex way. So this book on web site
development hardly mentions technology. Instead, it focuses on the customers
of the technology: it explains how to design e-commerce sites that ordinary
people can use.
Such an approach is sorely needed. There is hardly an area of work or
business life that has not been affected by computing technology. But
customers of this technology are almost universally ignored. Operating systems
crash on a daily basis and applications bail out with an indecipherable error
message. Simple and obvious tasks are implemented in ways so convoluted
that customers often need to be taught how to carry them out. New versions
of software are released that look different – they have more intricate icons,
different beeps and swish animated features – but the fundamental problems
remain (and new problems are introduced). Is it a coincidence that the only
other industry that refers to its customers as ‘users’ (and treats customers
with equal contempt) is the drug industry?
E-commerce is the latest development that attempts to persuade customers
that technology will make their lives easier. Simple observation lends the lie
to this assertion. In offices and homes throughout the world, customers of e-
commerce sites are suffering from what I like to call ‘technological Tourette’s
syndrome’. Sufferers of real Tourette’s syndrome have a compulsion to swear,
twitch and shout. And indeed, customers of e-commerce sites often act the
same way.
‘My “cookie expired”? What the **** does that mean?’
2 E-commerce usability
‘****! How do I actually buy this thing!’
‘I don’t believe it! This ******* page crashed my browser!’
We see that people who use e-commerce sites grunt, swear and jerk, just
like people with real Tourette’s syndrome.
Yet the notion of usability is not new. It was just ahead of its time. Only a
few years ago, product manufacturers disregarded usability because the
benefits accrue to the people who buy a product, not the people who make
it. For example, for a manufacturing company to invest funds in improving
the usability of a VCR, the product manager needed to be convinced that
consumers base their purchase decision on usability. But everyone knows
that if we ask a customer to choose between two VCRs, the customer’s
decision is based mainly on features, price and aesthetics. It is only later –
when the customer cannot work out how to stop the clock from flashing
‘12:00’ – that usability (or the lack of it) becomes a motivating factor. And
by then it is too late.
We can conclude that manufacturers are rarely bothered with optimising
usability because they make money from the one-off sale of the product. The
costs of poor usability are borne entirely by the ‘user’.
The contempt is almost palpable.
Convergence has tipped this business model on its head. Many products
nowadays only generate revenue for companies if they are used. Indeed,
some products, such as mobile phones and the set-top box for interactive
television, are sold to consumers at a fraction of their manufacturing price –
sometimes given away. High-tech companies now make money from people
using the product, not buying it: just as razor manufacturers before them
discovered that the real market was in the blades, not the razor. This applies
in spades for e-commerce sites: if a customer cannot use your site, they will
not use your site, no matter how much is spent on advertising and marketing.
Conversely, the easier it is for customers to buy, the more customers will buy.
In this model, improved usability has short- and long-term benefits for both
the company and the individual product manager.
Almost on a monthly basis independent surveys bear this assertion out,
highlighting the amount of business lost by sites that are difficult to use. We
read that people who want to buy products are unable to because of navigation
difficulties: customers are unable to find the correct page to choose the
product, or are unable to find the payment option. We read that sites crash,
are under construction, or are otherwise inaccessible.
So it is now obvious that web sites need to be usable. The good news is
that usability has finally come of age.
The bad news is that usability is perceived as screen design: choosing the
correct fonts, colours and icons. In fact, usability is a process: it is not some-
thing that can be stapled on at the end of development. To say that usability
is about screen design is as erroneous as saying that branding is all about a
good logo. Of course screen design plays a role in usability, but it is a small
Introduction 3
role. This means that optimising the colours, fonts and icons on your site
will improve usability by, at best, 15 per cent. It’s like the old adage: you can
put make-up on a pig, but it’s still a pig.
Screen design is just one of three important components. Web sites that
score high on usability also show a second key feature: consistency.
Consistency accounts for about 25 per cent of a web site’s usability. We can
all point to annoying inconsistencies in (or between) much of the software
we use. For example, the ‘Cut and paste’ operation in Microsoft Excel works
differently from every other piece of software – even other Microsoft
products. Choose ‘Cut’ in Microsoft Word and the selection disappears.
Choose ‘Cut’ in Microsoft Excel and ‘marching ants’ appear around the
selection, but it remains where it is. In this example, the inconsistency causes
no more than a hesitation (‘Did I choose “Cut” or something else?’), but
move the application domain to a nuclear power station or the control room
of a chemical plant and one man’s hesitation quickly becomes another man’s
environmental catastrophe.
The third component of usability, the remaining 60 per cent, is accounted
for by task focus.
You know a web site has task focus when you get a warm feeling that the
person who designed the site knew exactly what you wanted to do. The site
works the way you expect. There is no need to go searching through menus
or dialogue boxes for obscure commands: the main things you want to do
are there in front of you – easy to find and simple to carry out. The web site
delights you. Another example comes from the world of successful computer
games: very quickly, the ‘interface’ disappears and you are exploring the
world of the game – the task.
Rules for good visual design are plentiful – you can get them from a book.
Using code libraries and then testing against a style guide can achieve
consistency. But achieving task focus is much more complicated – it requires
a process, and it is the substance of this book.
The process described in this book for ensuring usability is based closely
on a recent usability standard, Human-Centred Design Processes for Interactive
Systems (BS-EN ISO 13407: 1999). One of the strengths of this standard is
that it can be tailored to support existing design methodologies. Because the
process is not tied to any one notation or tool set, it can be easily adapted to
create models in whichever notation and tool set the programming team
uses. By following the human-centred design process described in the standard,
project managers, designers and developers can ensure that systems will be
effective, efficient and satisfying for customers.
The standard describes four principles of human-centred design:
1 active involvement of customers (or those who speak for them);
2 appropriate allocation of function (making sure human skill is used
properly);
3 iteration of design solutions (therefore allow time in project planning);
4 multi-disciplinary design (but beware overly large design teams).
4 E-commerce usability
… And four key human-centred design activities:
1 understand and specify the context of use (make it explicit – avoid
assuming it is obvious);
2 specify user and socio-cultural requirements (note there will be a variety
of different viewpoints and individuality);
3 produce design solutions (note plural, multiple designs encourage
creativity);
4 evaluate designs against requirements (involves real customer testing not
just convincing demonstrations).
The standard itself is generic and can be applied to any system or product.
This book tailors the process to e-commerce design based on many years’
practical experience. The aim is to describe a practical method to help software
developers, project managers, business analysts and user interface designers
build better e-commerce sites. The approach is iterative and deliverable-based;
forms or designs are completed at the end of each stage, which then constitutes
the requirements and design specification for a project.
The book does not assume any background in human factors and usability:
its aim is to provide step-by-step guidance to help non-experts carry out
each stage of a proven customer-centred design process. The book is based
on practical consultancy assignments with a number of clients in the financial
and high-technology sectors (including Hewlett-Packard, Telewest, Motorola,
The Financial Times, Thomas Cook and Philips).
The customer-centred design process has four steps (see Figure 1.1).
Web pages
Travis, D.S. (2002) ‘E-commerce usability’. http://www.usabilitybook.com. This web
site accompanies the book. Check here for updates to the text, free downloads,
and links to useful resources.
‘Usable Web’. http://www.usableweb.com. Usable Web is a well organised collection
of links to articles on usability and the web (such as information architecture,
user interface issues, and design).
‘Useit’. http://www.useit.com. Useit presents Jakob Nielsen’s bi-monthly articles on
web design and usability. The articles are passionate, outspoken and always worth
reading.
Introduction 7
‘WebWord’. http://www.webword.com. Webword is a well-managed, up-to-the-
minute, collection of links to articles and news items on usability.
8 E-commerce usability
Plotting your scores in this way helps identify potential areas for improve-
ment. For example, you may find that you have scored high on ‘Analyse the
opportunity’ but low on ‘Build the context of use’. In that case, you should
make sure you read Part II of the book.
You should also calculate your overall score by adding up the scores for
each section. You can interpret this score in the following way:
65–80: Excellent. You apply usability principles to the design of e-commerce
sites and your company has integrated usability fully into every phase of the
lifecycle. Customers are involved in the design process early and often.
45–64: Good. You focus on usability during some parts of the development
lifecycle and try to match the site to the needs of customers. You want to
involve customers more, but your company feels that customer involvement
isn’t necessary at certain lifecycle phases (probably the pre- or post-design
phases).
25–44: Fair. Your company recognises that usability is important, but there
is no focus for it in the organisation. Usability methods are applied in an ad
hoc manner. On those occasions when customers are involved, it is usually
too late to make many changes.
0–24: Poor. Your company considers usability to be unimportant. Customers
are rarely, if ever, asked to evaluate site designs. Your e-commerce development
is unlikely to ever turn a profit.
Now you have some idea for potential areas of improvement. Read on, apply
the techniques that you learn and then return to this test to check that your
improvement continues.
12 E-commerce usability
Running head 13
Part I
Step 1
Analyse the opportunity
14 E-commerce Usability
Identify the Stakeholders 15
Table 3.2 Likely concerns and motivations for a range of different stakeholders
Clients or sponsors How will I make money from this project? What
risks could prevent me getting a return on my
investment?
Customers or users How will this help me do my job better? How will
(57 varieties) it help me save time or make money? How will it
help me have fun?
Shareholders or investors Will this initiative increase or decrease the value
of my shareholding in the company?
Testers How do I go about testing this site?
Business analysts How can I make sure the developers include the
results of my business modelling in their design?
Technical support What are the main problems that users are likely
to have with this site? When a user phones me
with a problem, how can I tell which page of the
site the user is on?
Legal experts Does the site contain any graphics or information
that is copyrighted by someone else? How can I
protect the information on the site from being
used by other sites?
System designers How do I go about coding the design? Can I re-
use code from other projects? Can I develop new
skills on this project?
Documentation experts How will I teach people to use this?
Marketing experts How will this initiative increase the company’s
brand value? How can I use it to collect data
about customers?
Competitors How will this initiative affect my market share?
What ideas from this site can I use on my own
site?
Technology experts Does the site use the very latest technology and
does it do so appropriately? Are there any security
concerns?
Domain experts If I help design the site, am I doing myself out of a
job? Will this de-skill me?
Regulatory bodies in the How does this change the competitive
industry environment?
Representatives of trade How does the site compare with others in the
associations industry? Which is the ‘best buy’? Does the site do
things in a novel or exciting way?
18 Analyse the opportunity
point since the specific names you have identified will have different and
additional concerns.
H 3 2 1
Size
M 4 3 2
L 5 4 3
L M H
Importance
Web pages
Overseas Development Administration (1995) ‘Guidance note on how to do stake-
holder analysis of aid projects and programmes’. http://www.euforic.org/gb/
stake1.htm. Not a web project, but an excellent case study containing checklists
and worked examples of a stakeholder analysis.
Write the site mandate 21
Business model
This is the time to make explicit how the site will make money. For example,
the site may try to support itself through subscriptions (if so, how much?),
by accepting advertisements (if so, from whom?), by selling a product or by
charging commission. Alternatively, the site may not be designed to make a
profit, but perhaps to generate qualified leads for the business. In this latter
case, the business model is that funding for the site will come from within
the company (perhaps earmarked as a sales and marketing expense).
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Pain began in him, and fear. He had endured a stealthily creeping
paralysis and when he heard Patty’s step, he was almost afraid to
speak lest his words come forth brittle and fall breaking on the floor.
He turned in slow, thudding steps. Patty shivered in the frigid air
and hitched her shawl about her, tucking in her hands as she
scolded:
“What on earth! The window open! Are you mad?”
No answer came from RoBards. His brain might as well have been
snow. He stood holding out his hands as if they were something
dead. Patty ran to him and seizing his fingers cried out in pain at
them. He was alive, he could be hurt. She began to chafe his fingers
in hers, to blow on them with her warm breath. She ran to the
window and raising it scooped up a double handful of snow and
wrapped it about his hands. Snow was warm to him, but bitter cold to
her little palms. She was warm and soft where she touched him. She
bustled about for cold water to pour on his hands, for anything that
could save them. She sought for warm thoughts to keep her world
from icy inanition.
“I hate people who say that terrible things are for the best. But
maybe this is, for once. The baby—the poor little baby—I was alone
and I was so busy taking care of Immy, that I—I forgot till it was too
late to—to——”
RoBards groaned: “You don’t mean that the baby is dead?”
If Patty had looked away with shame he would have felt that she
felt guilty of a cruel negligence, but she stared straight into his eyes.
She seemed almost to lean on his eyes. And so he felt that she was
defying him to accuse her of what she had done.
He dared not take the dare. Then she began with suspicious
garrulity:
“Maybe it was God that took the baby back. He has solved our
problem. If the poor little thing had lived—think! But now! It’s too bad,
but—well, Immy’s a girl again. And nobody knows, nobody knows!
Nobody need ever know.”
But they were not rid of the baby yet. It waited on the sill of their
decision. Its body, built in secret with so much mystic care and borne
with such agony, was empty, but as inescapable as an abandoned
house.
The little house must be removed from the landscape it
dominated, before the neighbors grew aware of its presence.
While RoBards dully tried to set his thought-machinery going,
Patty murmured:
“I’ll have to tell Immy. She is too weak to wonder yet. She’ll carry
on terribly, but it can’t be helped. And she’ll be glad all the rest of her
days. But where shall we—what can we do with the baby now?”
“Huh?” gasped RoBards. “Oh, yes, what can we do with the—yes,
that is the question, what can we do? We’ve got to do something.”
But that could wait. Immy was faintly moaning, “Mamma! Mamma!”
Patty ran to her. RoBards followed and bent to kiss the wrung-out
wisp that had survived the long travail. She whispered feebly:
“Where’s my baby? I haven’t even seen it yet. Is it a boy or——”
Patty knelt and caressed her and asked her to be brave. Then, in
order to have done with the horror, told it to her in the fewest words.
Immy gave back the ghost of a shriek in protest against this
miserable reward of all her shame and all the rending of her soul and
body. She wanted to hold her achievement in her arms. She wanted
to feel its little mouth nuzzling her flesh, drawing away that first
clotted ache. Nature demanded that the child take up its offices in
her behalf no less than its own. Thousands of years of habit
clamored in her flesh.
No one could say how much was love and how much was
strangled instinct. But she was frantic. She whispered Murder! and
kept maundering as she rocked her head sidewise, trying vainly to lift
her weak hands in battle:
“Oh, this is too much, this is just a little too much! How much am I
supposed to endure? Will somebody please tell me how much I am
expected to stand? That’s all I ask. Just tell me where my rights
begin, if ever. If ever! My baby! My little, little baby that has never
seen me and never can see me! Why, they won’t even let me hold
my own baby in my arms!”
RoBards stared at her in such pity that his heart seemed to beat
up into his throat. Patty knelt and put out her hands to Immy in
prayer for mercy, but Immy pushed them away, and threshed about
like a broken jumping jack yanked by an invisible giant child.
She turned her head to him and pleaded: “Papa! you bring me my
baby. You always get me what I want, papa. Get me my baby!”
Since life seemed determined to deny him his every plea, RoBards
resolved that he at least would not deny anyone else anything—
especially not Immy. He went to the big chair where the blanketed
bundle was and gathering the child into his aching arms carried it to
Immy and laid it in hers.
The way her hands and her gaze and her moans and her tears
rushed out to welcome it persuaded him that he had done the right
thing. If ever property had been restored to its owner, now was the
time.
He could not bear to see the grief that bled about the child from
Immy’s eyes. She held it close under her down-showering curls and
her tears streamed over it like rain from the eaves on snow. They
could not waken roses or violets, but they eased the sky.
She wept no longer the harsh brine of hate. Her grief was pure
regret, the meek, the baffled yearning for things that cannot be in this
helpless world.
This was that doll that as a little girl she had held to her merely
hinted breasts and had rocked to sleep and made fairy plans for.
Now and then as she wagged her head over it, and boasted of its
beauty, she would laugh a little and look up with a smile all awry and
tear-streaked.
And that was what broke RoBards: to see her battling so bravely
to find something beautiful, some pretext for laughter in the poor
rubbish of her life. He wondered that it did not break God’s heart to
see such a face uplifted. Perhaps he could not see so far. Perhaps
he turned away and rushed across the stars to hide from her, as
RoBards fled from her.
He hobbled into his library, that wolf-den of his, and he glared at it
with hatred of everything in it. He lighted the kindling laid crosswise
in the fireplace, to hear flames crackle, and to fight the dank chill.
There were lawbooks piled and outspread about his desk. He
flung them off the table to the floor. Laws! Human laws!
On the shelves there were philosophies, histories, a Bible, a
Koran, Confucius, the Talmud, Voltaire, a volume of Dr. Chirnside’s
sermons. He tore them from their places and tossed them into the air
to sprawl and scatter their leaves like snowflakes—and as full of
wisdom. He flung a few of them into the fire, but they began to
smother it. And somehow that made him laugh.
The abysmal vanity of his temper! He was more foolish and futile
than the books he insulted. Poor Job, whose God gave him to the
devil to torture on a bet, without explaining to his servant why. Poor
Kung-fu-tse trying to be wise. Poor Voltaire, with a mighty
cachinnation and a heart full of pity for the victims of persecution.
Poor Dr. Chirnside, anxiously floundering through the bogs of terror
on the stilts of dogma. Poor Jud Lasher, lying there in the walls!—or
where?
This wrestling, Jacob-wise, with invisible angels or fiends, took his
mind for a saving while from the unbearable spectacle of his own
child’s immediate hell.
There was silence again about the lonely house. By and by Patty
came into the room to say:
“She’s asleep. I gave her some drops. Too many, I’m afraid. And
now—now what?”
They leaned against the mantelpiece, tall shadows against the
swirling flames. Her head and his were lost in the dark as if they
were giants reaching to the clouds. And they were, indeed, in the
clouds; lost there.
They both thought of the same thing, of course: As usual with
human kind, they were concerned about keeping something secret
from somebody else. They wanted to make a decent concealment of
their family shame.
RoBards’ eyes wandered and fell upon the hearthstone at his feet
with the firelight shuttling about it in ripples. Jud Lasher was under
there.
He must not hide the child in these same walls. There would be
something burlesque about that. Strange, hideous, loathsome truth
that the most sorrowful things have only to be repeated to become
comic!
He walked away from the hearthstone. It was too much like a
headstone. He went to the window. The night had not changed. The
earth was stowed away under a great tight tarpaulin of snow. The
sky was a vast steel-blue windowpane frosted with stars and the
long ice-trail of the Milky Way.
Through the snow a few trees stood upthrust. Among them the
little tulip trees huddled together slim and still. There beneath were
the bodies of his children and Patty’s. He had seen Patty cry over
them as Immy had done, and sway with their still frames, according
to that inveterate habit women have of rocking their children, awake
or asleep, alive, or——
Immy’s baby belonged out there with the family—with its tiny uncle
and its tiny aunt. They would not flinch from it or snub it because of
the absence of a marriage ceremony. It had not been to blame.
There was nothing it could have done to insist upon such a
provision; nothing to prevent its own arrival. It brought with it a
certain sanctifying grace. It brought with it a certain penitential
suffering.
RoBards nodded to himself, went to Patty and told her his plan,
and then hastened to find in the cellar an axe and a shovel, and a
discarded empty box of the nearest size for its purpose.
He put on his heaviest coat, his boots and his gloves, and a heavy
scarf. In the meantime Patty had fetched the child. She whispered:
“When I took it from her, her hands resisted. Her lips made a
kissing sound and she mumbled something that sounded like, ‘Baby
go by-by!’”
Patty had wrapped the little form in a silken shawl she had always
prized since it came out of China in one of her father’s ships—in the
wonderful days when she had had a father and he had had ships. A
girlish jealousy had persisted in her heart and she would never let
Immy wear that shawl. Now she gave it up because it was the only
thing she could find in the house precious enough to honor the going
guest and be a sacrifice.
RoBards pushed out into the snow with his weapons and his
casket, and made his way to the young tulip trees, which were no
longer so young as he imagined them.
The snow was ice and turned the shovel aside. He must crack its
surface with the ax, and it was hard for his frozen fingers to grip the
handle. Only the sheer necessity of finishing the work made it
possible for him to stand the pain. By the time he reached the soil
deep below, he was so tired and so hot that he flung off his overcoat
and his muffler and gloves.
The ground was like a boulder and the ax rang and glanced and
sprinkled sparks of fire. Before he had made the trench deep
enough, he had thrown aside his fur cap and his coat, and yet he
glowed.
At last he achieved the petty grave, and set the box in it, and
heard the clods clatter on it; filled in and trampled down the shards of
soil, and shoveled the snow upon that and made all as seemly as he
could.
It was not a job that a gravedigger would boast of, but it was his
best. He gazed at the unmarked tomb of the anonymous wayfarer.
There should have been some rite, but he could not find a prayer to
fit the occasion or his own rebellious mood.
He was so tired, so dog-tired in body and soul that he would have
been glad to lie down in his own grave if somebody would have dug
him one.
He hobbled and slid back to the house, flung the ax and the shovel
into the cellar from the top of the stairs, and went to bed.
The next morning he would have sworn that the whole thing was
delirium. At any rate, it was finished.
But it was not finished. Immy woke at last and before her mind
was out of the spell of the drug, her arms were groping for her baby,
her breast was aching; and when she understood, her scream was
like a lightning stroke in a snowstorm.
RoBards could stand no more. He told Patty that she would have
to face the ordeal. It was cowardly to leave her, but he must save his
sanity or the whole family was ruined.
As he left the house for the barn and the horse he kept there, he
was glad to see that snow was fluttering again. That little mound
needed more snow for its concealment.
CHAPTER XXXIX
WHEN he reached New York, RoBards had to take his frozen hands
to a physician, who managed to save them for him, though there
were times when the anguishes that clawed them made him almost
regret their possession.
He was tempted to resign his judgeship, feeling that he was
unworthy of the high bench, since he had committed crimes, and had
been ready to commit others, and had on his soul crimes that he
regretted not committing.
But he lacked the courage or the folly to publish his true reasons
for resigning and he could think of no pretexts. He solaced himself
with the partially submerged scandals of other jurists, and wondered
where a perfect soul could be found to act as judge if perfection were
to be demanded. Even Christ had put to flight all of the accusers of
the taken woman and had let her go free with a word of good advice.
At times the memory of his own black revolt against the laws
softened RoBards’ heart when he had before him men or women
accused of sins, and he punished them with nothing more than a
warning. At other times his own guilt made him merciless to the
prisoners of discovery, and he struck out with the frenzy of a man in
torment, or with the spirit of the college boys who hazed their juniors
cruelly because they had themselves been hazed by their seniors.
Deep perplexities wrung his heart when poor souls stood beneath
his eyes charged with the smuggling of unlicensed children into the
world, children without a passport, outlaw children stamped with the
strange label “illegitimate.”
They and their importers wore a new cloak in RoBards’ eyes. They
had been hitherto ridiculous, or contemptible, or odious. Now he
understood what malice there was in the joke that passion had
played on them. They were the scorched victims of a fire against
which they had taken out no insurance. Like Immy they must have
suffered bitter ecstasies of terrified rapture, long vigils of
bewilderment, heartbreaks of racking pain, with ludicrous disgrace
for their recompense.
The Albesons returned from Georgia with such a report as a
Northern farmer might have made on Southern soil without the
trouble of the journey. RoBards pretended to be satisfied. They
found that Immy was not so much improved as they expected—“Kind
of peaked and poorly,” Abby complained.
Immy came back to town and though she never quite lost that
prayer in the eyes known as the “hunted look,” she began to find
escape and finally delight in her old gayeties.
Then Captain Harry Chalender returned from California on one of
the Yankee clippers that were astounding the world by their
greyhound speed. It took him barely seventy-six days to sail from
San Francisco around the Horn to Sandy Hook, the whole trip
needing only seven months. It was indeed the age of restless
velocity. Chalender came in as usual with the prestige of broken
records.
He was rich and full of traveler’s tales of wild justice, Vigilante
executions, deluges of gold, fantastic splendors amid grueling
hardships.
His anecdotes bored RoBards, who listened to them with the poor
appetite of a stay-at-home for a wanderer’s brag. But Patty listened
hungrily, and Immy was as entranced as Desdemona hearkening to
the Moor. Chalender brought Patty a handsome gift and dared to
bring a handsomer to Immy.
Even his cynical intuitions failed to suspect the education she had
undergone, but he noted how much older she was, how wise yet
reckless. And she found him perilously interesting beyond any of the
young bucks whose farthest voyages were bus rides down
Broadway from their boarding houses to their high desks in the
counting houses.
There was nothing in Chalender’s manner toward Immy that Patty
or David could resent when they had their eyes upon him, but he
took Immy far from their eyes often. And RoBards was sure that
Patty was harrowed not only with a mother’s anxiety for a daughter,
but with an elder beauty’s resentment at a younger’s triumph.
On the next New Year’s Day Chalender came to the RoBards
home late of a snow-clouded afternoon. He explained that he had
begun up north and worked his way downtown; and St. John’s Park
was the last word to the south. This led Patty to remind RoBards with
a sharp look that she had been begging him to move up where the
people were.
The year had begun with an exhausting day. The first guest had
come before nine and it was getting toward six when Chalender rang
at the closed door. The RoBards family was jaded with the
procession of more or less befuddled visitors, for everybody still
called on everybody and drank too much too often.
Harry Chalender had tried to see if he could not establish a record
in calls. He reached the RoBards house in a pitiable condition. He
was dressed like the fop he always was, his hair curled, oiled, and
perfumed; his handkerchief scented; his waistcoat of a flowery
pattern, his feet in patent leathers glossy as of yore. His breath was
even more confusedly aromatic with cloves than usual. He
apologized thickly:
“Patty, I think I’ve done something to give me immortalily at lash.
I’ve called at shixy-sheven house between nine ’s morn’ and five ’s
even’n. And I’ve had ’s much cherry bounce I’m full of elasticicy. I
har’ly touch ground. And wines—oh, Patty! I’m a human cellar. And
food—stewed oyssers, turkey, min’ spies! But I always come back to
you, Patty, and to Immy. Seem’ you and your livin’ image, Immy, I
can’t tell whish is whish; I half suspect I’m seem’ double. Am I or—
am I?”
Giggling fatuously over his wit, he fell asleep. Patty regarded him
with anger, and RoBards with disgust; but both were dazed to see
that Immy smiled and placed a cushion under his rolling head.
Drunkenness was beginning to lose its charm. In 1846 New York
had voted against the licensing of liquor dealers by a large majority.
Maine had followed with a law prohibiting the sale or manufacture of
all strong drinks under penalty of fine or imprisonment.
Three years later New York passed a copy of the Maine law and
the Temperance party’s candidate won the governorship. But nobody
was punished; clubs were formed with no other bond than thirst. The
edict was found to be a source of infinite political corruption, general
contempt for law, and tolerance for lawbreakers. It collapsed at last
and was repealed as a failure. All the old people agreed that the
good old times were gone.
Much as RoBards had despised the immemorial tendency of old
people to forget the truth of their own youth and prate of it as a time
of romantic beauty, he found himself despairing of these new times.
The new dances were appalling. The new drinks were poison. The
new modes in love were unheard of.
Once more he was wondering if it were not his duty to horsewhip
Chalender or to kill him. The horror of involving his wife in scandal
restrained him before; now his daughter was concerned.
He pleaded with Immy, wasted commands upon her, and was
frozen by her cynical smile. She laughed most at his solemnest
moods just as her mother had done. She would mock him, hug and
kiss him, and make him hold her cloak for her glistening bare
shoulders, then skip downstairs to take Harry Chalender’s arm and
go with him in his carriage to wherever he cared to go. One night it
was to see the new play Uncle Tom’s Cabin, based on a novel
written by a clergyman’s wife, with pirated editions selling about the
world by the hundred thousand—six different theatres were playing
the play at the same time in London. Another night Chalender set
Immy forth in a box at the Castle Garden where Mario and Grisi were
singing against the gossip of the whisperers and starers at
Chalender’s new beauty. On other nights Chalender danced with
Immy at fashionable homes where she could not have gone without
him. On other nights they did not explain where they went, and
RoBards was held at bay by Immy’s derisive, “Don’t you wish you
knew?” or worse yet her riant insolence, “You’re too young to know.”
Patty was frantic with defeat. She and Immy wrangled more like
sisters or uncongenial neighbors than like mother and daughter.
RoBards was constantly forced to intervene to keep the peace. By
paternal instinct he defended Immy against her mother and
expressed amazement at Patty’s suspicions, though they were
swarming in his own heart. He tried to win Immy by his own trust in
her:
“My darling,” he said once, “you are too young to realize how it
looks to go about with a man of an earlier generation. Chalender is
old enough to be your father. And think of his past!”
“Think of mine!” she said with a tone less of bravado than of
abjection.
This stabbed RoBards deep. But he went on as if to a stubborn
jury:
“If Chalender were honest, he would want to marry you.”
“He does!”
“Oh, God help us all!” Patty whispered with a look as if ashes had
been flung into her face and as if she tasted them.
RoBards snarled:
“I’ll kill him if he ever crosses my doorstep again!”
To which Immy responded demurely:
“Then I’ll have to meet him outside.”
This defiance was smothering. She went on:
“Why shouldn’t I marry him? I don’t have to tell him anything. He
doesn’t ask me any questions. Doesn’t dare start the question game,
perhaps. He’s lots of fun. He keeps me laughing and interested, and
—guessing.”
This was such a pasquinade on the usual romantic reasons, that
her father could contrive no better rejoinder than:
“But my little sweetheart, such a marriage would be bound to fail.”
This soft answer drove Immy to a grosser procacity:
“Then I can divorce him easily enough. I can join the crowd and go
to Michigan. After two years of residence, I could get a divorce on
any one of seven grounds!”
“Immy!”
“Or Indiana is still better. I was reading that you can establish a
residence there after a night’s lodging. Men and women leave home
saying they’re going away for a little visit or on business and they
never come back, or come back single. If Harry Chalender didn’t
behave, I could surprise him. Besides, Harry would give me anything
I want, even a divorce, if I asked him. But don’t you worry, I’ll get
along somehow.”
And she was gone, leaving her parents marooned on a barren
arctic island.
CHAPTER XL
WHEN his term as judge ended, RoBards declined to try for re-
election, and returned to the practice of law.
Once more the Croton River brought him clients—but also a civil
war with his son Keith. This was a sore hurt to RoBards’ heart, for he
and the boy had been mysteriously drawn together years before, and
he had found such sympathy and such loyalty in Keith’s devotion,
that he had counted upon him as a future partner in his legal career.
The water lust of New York was insatiable. As fast as new supplies
were found they were outgrown. And the more or less anonymous
and gloryless lovers of the city had always to keep a generation
ahead of its growth.
The vice of water had led to the use of an average of seventy-
eight gallons a day by each inhabitant. Every Saturday the reservoir
at Forty-second Street was half drained. A new invention called the
bathtub was coming into such favor especially of Saturdays that
some legislatures made bathing without a doctor’s advice as illegal
as drinking alcohol. The ever-reliable pulpit denounced such
cleanliness as next to ungodliness: attention to the wicked body was
indecent.
But already the need was urgent for a new reservoir. Another lake
must be established within the city. The Croton Department had
been authorized to acquire land. After much debate a thousand lots
held by a hundred owners were doomed to be submerged. They lay
in a sunken tract in the heart of a region set apart for the new park—
to be called Central because it was miles to the north of all access.
Nearly eight million dollars were voted for the purchase and
improvement of this wilderness. The project came in handy during
the panic of 1857, when the poor grew so peevish and riotous that
the city was forced to distribute bread and provide jobs. Twelve
hundred hungry citizens and a hundred horses were set to work
leveling the Park.
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