This is where the tone goes from sad to excitement, that she is free to live her life, without I assume her husband. Because of this, I think she over excited herself and her weak heart gave out and passed away. It was at the end of the story that you find out that her husband was really not dead and had came home to find that his wife had died. There was a lot of symbolism in this story. At first “Storm” is used, to show her great sorrow in the time of her loss.
When the word come down that her husband had been in a train accident and feared dead her family and friends knew to break the news to her as easily as they possibly could. Knowing how Mrs. Mallard felt about her husband for a few minutes she became inconsolable and cried in the arms of her sister, Clugston, (2010) “She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone” (sec 2.2. para 3). After Mrs. Mallard goes to her room and sits down in the chair and starts looking out of the window things for her start to change even though she
Mrs. Mallard finds herself happy over the death of her husband; not happy that he died, but happy because until this point she was unhappy with her life. Mrs. Mallard fulfilled her role as a wife; however, it was not what made her happy; she did not even realize she was unhappy until being told that Mr. Mallard was dead. First, Mrs. Mallard sits alone in her room crying and accepting Mr. Mallard’s death, then she takes notice of an open window and “a comfortable, roomy armchair” (293). A woman who lost her husband and was crushed by this would not notice the openness and inviting quality of the armchair; rather, she would feel the chair was too big, cold and empty. Then, while sitting in the chair, looking outside at “the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life” (293), Mrs. Mallard is again taking notice of the beauty of the world and the possibility of new life; her world is now opening up, instead of closing in on her like the depression most women in her situation would feel.
Then she walks out of her room and goes downstairs with her sister. At last, it reveals that Brently is never dead, because he has not been involved in the train disaster. Seeing her husband, Louise dies of the “joy that kills.” The theme of the story is the forbidden freedom of a married woman. Louise finds the “monstrous joy” after her husband’s death, because she thinks she could finally escape the oppression and be free on her own. Even though she feels sad about the fact that she has lost her husband, she cannot conceal her feeling thrills about her new life as an independent woman.
The Story of an Hour is about a woman with a fragile heart, who is carefully informed of her husband Brently Mallard's death due to a railroad accident. As one reads the story, it is simple to believe that Mrs. Mallard weeps at the news of her husband’s death, for now she is a young widow who may have been deeply in love. However, there is much more depth and there are layers to the story that spark the question of how well one can truly know what another feels if one only knows a short part of the story. Mrs. Mallard maintains a façade of loving her husband, which is also perpetuated by the world view that a married couple loves each other. She is oppressed by her husband, whose “face…had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead”.
Mrs. Mallard suffers from heart problems; therefore, her sister attempts to inform her. When she learnt about this, she busted into tears and went upstairs to stay along for some time. But then the strange and firstly unwilling feeling of absolute joy and freedom seized her. She understood that she loves this freedom much more then she used to love her husband. The story end suddenly and unexpectedly: she descended the stairs and saw her husband safe and sound staying at the doors.
Great care was taken to tell Louise Mallard, who has a heart problem, of her husband’s death, Brently Mallard, during a railroad disaster. It was her sister Josephine, with Brently’s friend, Richards standing there for support, who gave Louise the news of her husband’s death, she immediately started to weep. “She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, paralyzed inability to accept its significance.” (p. 15) Upon receiving the news, Louise is thrown into a downward spiral of her emotions. “She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister’s arms.”(p. 15) After she was done grieving in her sister arms, Louise went upstairs and locked herself in her room and immediately began mourning the loss of husband. She went over to a comfortable armchair and sank down into it.
She was incredibly depressed; I could still see her dark eye shades under her eyes because she cried every night. It was so hard for me to see her like that. She was still alive but she was letting herself into a death even worst than the physical one; she was dying while she was in life. Finally, two months ago, she died. At the funeral I hugged my cousin and he told me, “My mom died of sadness, but now she is with my dad and she is laughing of joy”.
Mr. Mallard unfortunately has the advantage of the marriage and thinks he has the right to impose everything on his wife. However, that all seems to change when she hears about her husband. In the beginning of the story when she first discovers the news “she wept at once with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sisters arms” (Chopin 15). Also the first sentence of the story says “Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death” (Chopin 15). When just glancing over this you may think that in saying she has heart trouble, it is actually telling you she has heart disease or something close to it.
Another example Kate Chopin uses of dramatic irony is throughout the whole short story. The reader knows that Mrs. Mallards is glad about her husband’s death but her sister, Josephine, and her best friend, Richards, don’t. They think Mrs. Mallard is making herself sick when she locked herself in her