ACT II.Scene——same as in actI.Table as before. Arm-chairR.Sewing-chairL.Arm-chair a little back of mantel. Flat as before. Entrance same. Flower-stand ditto.Nancydiscovered dusting table with a long-handled feather duster.Nancy.It’s most time to hear from Mr. Manning. Two days since we’ve had a letter. Queer freak that was of his’n, turning Mr. Marcus Graves out of doors, and all at once starting off west to bring him back. (Dusts at back.) Couldn’t have been because Miss Bess was pining away, because she isn’t. Her appetite is good; and, when love doesn’t affect that, there’s no use in worrying. (Dusts piano.) She’s just as happy all day riding about with Matt Winsor as she was with the other. And what a change in him. Came here, six months ago, a drunken tramp; and now he’s as spruce and clean and shiney as our copper boiler,——and so jolly and pleasant, too. And so eager to help, one can’t help liking him. I’m sure Miss Bess does. (Dusts at mantel.) Look out, Mr. Graves; I wouldn’t give much for your chance three months from now, if you leave the field to the tramp.(EnterC.,May,in apron and gloves, a trowel in her hand; followed bySimon,who carries a flower-pot containing a geranium. He keeps his back toNancy.)May.You may place that geranium on the flower-stand. (Simongoes to stand and busies himself there.) That’s all I shall need at present. Thank you. Anybody been here, Nancy?Nancy.No marm. Mr. Manning hasn’t come yet.May.You are mistaken, Nancy; had I meant him, I should not have said anybody, for he iseverybodyto me. Ha! ha!Nancy.Well, then, there hasn’t been nobody here.May.That’s better, Nancy. I’ll run and get rid of my apron and gloves, for fearsomebodymight happen in.(Exit doorL.)Nancy.Poor thing! She’s just as anxious to hear fromher husband as she can be. I know the symptoms. There’s that good-for-nothing Simon Stone. I’ve not seen him since he took to the candy business; but I’d just give all my old shoes to hear the sound of his voice once more.Simon(sneezing very loud).Ah-chah!Nancy(R.starting.) Good gracious! It’s that new gardener come to-day. If he sneezes like that among his flowers, he’ll have everything up by the roots. Look here, sir, that won’t do!Simon(turning round).Why not, Nancy, is it washing-day?Nancy.Mercy! It’s Simon Stone!Simon.It is, Nancy. Your Simon. Come to my arms. (Advances with arms outstretched.)Nancy(thrusts the duster straight out beforeher.Simonputs his face among the feathers). Hands off!Simon(spits and sputters).Phew! Pooh! Nancy, do you want to strangle me?Nancy.I don’t mean you shall strangle me. What are you doing here?Simon.Humbly, but earnestly, I trust, about my business.Nancy.The candy business?Simon.No, Nancy; the saccharine and treacle elements have been eliminated from my existence.Nancy.What’s the meaning of that outlandish stuff? Can’t you speak English?Simon.Yes; I’ve cut the sugar and molasses. In that line I burned to distinguish myself, but I burnt too much candy in trying to do it. So my employer requested me to cut stick.Nancy.Sticks of candy?Simon.No, no, myself——leave, varmouse.Nancy.Oh! you were discharged.Simon.Yes; I went off and became a policeman.Nancy.A policeman! Simon, I always told you you would come to some bad end!Simon.Well, the end of my career, in that line, was rather bad. Ah! but Nancy, you should have seen me in my uniform, brass buttons, and shield. You would have been proud of me, had you seen me on my beat with my billy.Nancy.Billy who?Simon.Ignorant female! My weapon of defence; thestick with which I terrified old apple-women and young news-boys.Nancy.Why didn’t you show yourself? I don’t think you needed anyotherstick to frighten them.Simon.Nancy, I was a hero on parade; but when it came to stepping into a row, I must say I felt more like knocking under than knocking over. In fact, my conscience became very tender on that point, one night, on having my billy taken away from me by a burly butcher, and being impressed, yes, several times impressed, with its hardness as he whacked me over the head with it. The situation struck me so forcibly, to say nothing of the billy, I quietly resigned my office, and retired to the humble but more healthy walks of life.Nancy.Well, Mr. Stone, what next?Simon.Mr. Stone! Nancy, don’t be hard on me; call me Simon,pureSimon,simpleSimon. Do! O Nancy! you are my life, my love! Do come to my arms! (Advances with arms extended.)Nancy(advances duster as before).Stand back! I prefer my own arms!Simon(spits and sputters).Ah-choh! You’ll smother me with dust!Nancy.Then behave yourself. Go on with your next occupation.Simon.It is that honorable profession in which our first great ancestor won renown.Nancy.By sticking to it,——which you will never do.Simon.And yet, for love of you, cruel Nancy, I’ve sought this lowly occupation. The Lady of Lyons inspired me.Nancy.Who’s she? One of the candy-girls?Simon.Candy-girls? Nancy, have you forgotten the play?Nancy.Oh! she was the young woman in spangles, that went in among the lions at the menagerie. Pretty lady she was.Simon.Nancy, I blush for you.Nancy.Well, I blushed for her. She had no chance herself, with such daubs on her face.Simon.Nancy, you’re wrong. “The Lady of Lyons” is a play in which a gardener, Claude——somebody, falls inlove with a beautiful lady. I went to see it, Nancy; and the way that young feller made love was amazing. You’d never believe he knew anything about rutabagas and cabbages. It give me an idea, Nancy. Says I, Simon, woo Nancy in that particular metre when you meet her, and victory is yours. (Strikes an attitude.) “Nancy, I mean Pauline, bright angels have fallen ere thy time——”Nancy.What! you saucy scamp! (Chasing him round table, beating him with brush.)Simon.Stop! Don’t! Quit! Nancy, that’s what the feller said in the play——Claude, you know.Nancy.Don’t you ever use such language as that to me, if you do I’ll scald you.Simon.Now don’t let you and I get into hot water because we are under the same roof. You shall have the prettiest flowers, Nancy, in the garden, if you’ll only smile upon me. O Nancy! (Strikes attitude.) “If thou wouldst have me paint the home——”Nancy.Paint! are you going to be a painter now?Simon.No, Nancy, that’s what Claude said.Nancy.Bother Claude! stick to your gardening. Do that for six months, Simon, and I’ll marry you.Simon.Will you, though? then I’ll stick to it forever. Nancy, seal the bargain with a kiss. (Advances.)Nancy(presenting brush as before).Some other time.Simon(shaking his head, and walking offL.without touching brush). Thoudustnot tempt me.Nancy.Now, Simon, quit your nonsense and tell me, where’s Marcus Graves?Simon.The young man has gone West.Nancy.And you know nothing about him?Simon.Haven’t heard a word from him. By the by, Nancy, who’s the gent that sticks so close to Miss Bessie?Nancy.You’d never guess, Simon; that’s the very identical tramp that stopped here six months ago,——the very day you called——Simon.Yes, washing-day. Well, Nancy, you must have given him a scrubbing. It seems to me he had something to do with Marc’s sudden departure.Nancy.Everything. He denounced him as a defaulter; and, on his account, Mr. Manning turned Marcus Graves out of his house.Simon.Indeed!Nancy.Yes. You see he was Mr. Manning’s comrade in the war! and he thinks the world of him.Simon.And he accused Marc, the noblest fellow in the world. I’d like to get even with him for that. Is he married?Nancy.No; but I shouldn’t wonder if he and Miss Bessie made a match of it.Simon.Poor Marc! What’s the fellow’s name?Nancy.Matt Winsor.Simon.Matt! Matt! Stop a moment! (Takes memorandum book from his pocket, and turns the leaves rapidly.) H. I. J. K. L. M. Here it is——Matt Winsor. Ha! ha! ho! ho! He’s mine! He’s mine!Nancy.And what’s all that, Simon?Simon(strikes book).That, Nancy, is my savings bank. Little bits of information that I picked up as a policeman, and preserved for future use. Nancy, look at me! I’m going to astonish you. So the tramp’s sweet on Miss Bessie, is he? Nancy, I’ll astonish him. Ay, the whole world shall be astonished. (Strikes attitude, and spouts.)“And thou, Pauline, so wildly loved, so guiltily betrayed——all is not lost. If I live, the name of him thou hast once loved shall not be dishonored; if I die amidst the carnage and the roar of battle, my soul shall fly back to thee.” (Approaches her as before.)Nancy(advances brush as before; he runs upon it).What are you talking about?Simon(sputtering.) Pooh! Pah! That’s what he said,——Claude, you know.Nancy.Hang Claude!Simon.Hush! (Looks around.) Nancy, can you keep a secret?Nancy.Try me.Simon.Without opening your lips?Nancy.Try me.Simon(throws his arm about her, prisoning her arms.) There, keep that, Nancy. (Kisses her, and runs upC.)Nancy(fiercely).You horrid wretch! (Chases him up to doorC.beating him with brush. He exitsC.)Nancy(coming down wiping her mouth).Well, this is a new business to him, and I hope he’ll stick to it.(ExitI. E. R.EnterMayDoorL.)May.What can keep Bess so long? She went off riding with Matt two hours ago. She seems very fond of him. (Goes up to door, looks off, and returnsC.) I don’t like that. For Roy’s sake I have endeavored to make this man’s stay with us pleasant, and though I can never forget his rough introduction, I have no reason to complain of his conduct since. He is gentle and obliging, has not tasted a drop of liquor since that day, and in every way shown himself to be at heart a gentleman. (Sits in chairR.of table.) And yet I have some good reasons for complaint. He claims so much of Roy’s time. The hours he spent with me here are now given to Matt, smoking in the garden, fighting their battles over again, I dare say. I’m afraid I’m a little jealous of that; and then his fondness for Bess, and her fondness for him. Ah! there’s grave cause for anxiety there. Roy laughs at me when I speak of it; but suppose they should fall in love with each other? Roy says he’s much older than she. He forgets there is almost as much difference in our ages as there is in theirs. I don’t like it. I believe Roy would be pleased to have them marry; but not I. No! no! Oh, if Marcus Graves would only return!Bess (outside). Ha! ha! ha! fairly beaten. Victory, victory (runs inC.downR.). Oh, May! such a glorious victory. I’ve distanced the bold cavalryman on a clear stretch of five miles. Ha! ha! ha!(Enter Matt.C.)Matt.Cleverly done, little one. I tried my best, but for once, you have fairly beaten me. Ah, Roy’s wife,——the little one is a capital horseman. If ever I go to war again she shall be enlisted in the same company.Bess.Not I. There’s better company at home. Only think of it; Roger beat Rollo, fairly outstripped him. He never did such a thing before.Matt.The gallant fellow knew the soft caress of a pretty little hand, would reward his efforts. Who wouldn’t do his best for that?May.And the other gallant fellow was too polite to snatch victory from those pretty hands.Matt.No, no. No favor was shown.Bess.Not a bit. You should have heard our cavalryman shout, and seen him ply the whip. Mercy! I thought a troop of horse was coming down upon me.Matt.Yes, I was a little noisy I confess. For a moment the old feeling was upon me. The swift pace, made my blood whirl. I saw before me not you, brave littleone, but the enemy, in line of battle; the roars of cannon filled my ears, the smoke of battle my nostrils. The old cry came to my lips. Down on them! Death to the foe! Charge. (GoesR.)Bess(comes toC.).Goodness, gracious! what a noise.Matt.I beg your pardon; I hope I didn’t swear.Bess.Make your mind easy, with the discharge of that terrific “charge;” there could be need for nothing more explosive.Matt.Ah, well, it’s hard for a dog to forget his old tricks. I wish I could mine. I’m a rough fellow at the best. It’s a new life for me, this quiet home, you so kind and friendly, Roy’s friendship,——No, no; that’s not new. Heaven bless him: he’s the same old comrade of the battle days. I know I must be in the way here.Bess.You are the best old fellow in the world (gives hands), and I love you dearly.Matt.Loveme?Bess.As if you were my own brother. There sir, there’s a confession: make the most of it.Matt.I wish I deserved it, little one; but it makes me (wiping eyes) very——that is——its——too much. (Aside.) Confound it, I shall blubber (Aloud.) Any news of Roy, Mrs. May?May.No: I hoped you might have been to the office.Matt.To be sure, and I galloping after this young Will-o’-the-Wisp. Oh, it’s shameful, but I’ll go at once. If we only have Roy back what a jolly day this will be. You shan’t wait long, Roy’s wife. Good-bye little one. (Goes outC.)Bess(goesR.).I challenge you to another race, to-morrow morning.Matt(turns).I accept.Bess.Five miles.Matt.A straight course.Bess.Mind, no favor.Matt.All right. Shake hands on it.Bess(gives hand).There you have it. Now to the Post Office,——charge.Matt.Ay, charge for liberty, or——Bess.A letter. Don’t forget the letter.Matt.All right, little one: I’m off. (Exit.)Bess.Isn’t he splendid, May? I never saw a man I liked so well.May.Ah! have you forgotten Marcus Graves, Bess?Bess.Eh? Hasn’t he forgotten me?May.I think not. At any time we may have news of him. You know Roy is now seeking him, for your sake.Bess.He’s very kind. (Aside.) Now what’s the matter with her, I wonder?May.And this man, Matt Winsor, caused his dismissal.Bess.Poor fellow. He didn’t mean any harm. And I’m sure it is for the best.May.Suppose he should never return?Bess.Well, then, I should try and make the best of it.May.Bess, do you know this man loves you?Bess.Marcus Graves? well, he ought to.May.No, this man, Matt Winsor.Bess.(Aside.) Ah! thecat’s out of the bag. (Aloud.) Good gracious! Has he told you so?May.No, but I read it in every glance at his eye, every flush of his cheek. Oh! Bess, Bess, you must not encourage this.Bess.Encourage,——I——well I never. Didn’t I tell him I loved him as a brother.May.Suppose he should some day tell you he adored you?Bess.’Twould be just like him. Soldiers adore, Civilians love. I prefer adoration, its a longer word, and of course contains more of the language of love.May.Suppose he should ask you to marry him?Bess.Suppose, suppose anything you like. (Cross to doorL.). I’m going to change my dress.May.And you withhold from me your confidence, Bess, Bess, this is not right.Bess.May, don’t lecture me. Do let me enjoy myself, ’twill be time to warn when the grub brother turns into the butterfly lover. (Aside.) She dares to doubt my love for Marcus. I’ll plague her well for that.(Exit doorL.)May(rising).’Tis as I feared, she is learning to love thisman; this tramp, who, in someunaccountable manner, fascinates the whole household. Roy delights in his company. Bess is happy at his side; even Nancy, the man hater, almost worships him, while I feel magnetized by his presence; and yet he robs me of my husband’s society. But he must not win my Bess, there’s too much at stake, an accident might rouse the slumbering curse of his former life, and then what a fate would behers. Oh, no, she must be saved from that, though I make an enemy of my husband’s comrade. But how? (SitsR.of table.) How?(EnterSimonC.)Simon.I beg your pardon.May.Well what is it; anything the matter in the garden?Simon.No, everything is flourishing there: I’ve weeded out all that’s unsightly and unwholesome; but there’s something wrong here in the house.May.In the house,——what do you mean?Simon.Mrs. Manning, gardening has not been the sole occupation of my life. Before I entered your service I was a policeman.May.Well?Simon.Now, a policeman picks up a great many things in the course of his experience, and, in my short career, I have gained a morsel of information that may be useful to you.May.I do not understand you.Simon.Mrs. Manning, I was a short time ago, one of the humble instruments that rescued an unfortunate woman from the beastly brutality of a ruffian. I say one, the other was my billy. She was a poor fallen creature, who, in a drunken brawl was cruelly beaten. As I said,werescued her in an almost dyingcondition. She was taken to Belleview hospital. As this was the only real service I performed during my brief career, I was interested in her case, and frequently called to see her. I was told she could not live. In the kindest manner possible for a policeman, I informed her of the fact. In return she told me she was a wife and mother, that her husband still lived.May.I do not understand how this can interest me. I pity the poor woman. Can I help her?Simon.You can help her to find her husband.May.I?Simon.Yes, for you know him. She gave me his name,——Matt Winsor.May.Matt Winsor? impossible! he has told me he has no wife.Simon.Then he’s a villain. I have told you all I know. The woman is dying. Let him know that, and if he denies her, then——May.Why have you told me this?Simon.Because he wronged my warm friend Marcus Graves. Drove him from this house. I want to see him treated as he treated Marcus.May.Enough! you may go. (Simon turns, and goes up.) Stay. I may want to speak with you again. (Simon goes up to plants, and busies himself trimming them.) Drive him from this home. My husband’s friend. Wretch, he deserves no pity. I’ll fling his perfidy in his teeth. He dare to love Bess? Ah, I have the power to save her. Heaven be praised.Simon.He is here.May.For the last time, I am determined.(Mattruns inC.)Matt.No letter, Roy’s wife, and that’s the best news I could bring. For as he has not written ’tis a proof he’s on the road home. Dear old boy! How glad we shall all be to see him. (Pause.) Ah! what’s the matter?May.When a spy is caught in his enemy’s camp, what is done with him?Matt.He’s strung to a tree, without judge or jury.May.When a rogue is caught playing the honest man, in a peaceful and loving family, what should be his fate?Matt.He should be turned adrift, and shunned forever more.May.Right (rising). You have sentenced yourself. This house is no longer your home.Matt.No longer——my home;——why——what is this?May(rises).Matt Winsor, listen to me. You entered this house a miserable, drunken vagabond. You were tenderly cared for, because you were our Roy’s comrade. We trusted you, confided in you, and you——like a viper——turned and stung the hand that fed you.Matt.No, no; ’tis false. I have repaid trust with trust.May.Indeed! As you repaid the trust of that poor woman now dying in Belleview Hospital. (EnterBessL.) Your wife.Matt(agitated).My wife——my wife?May.Ah! your agitation is confession, and yet you told me you had no wife. Wretch! you dare not face my husband’s flashing eye, with this infamy known to him. You drove a noble fellow away by your accusations. Think you Roy, who could not bear his presence, will suffer a greater criminal to rest beneath his roof. And what greater criminal can there be than he who deserts his wife: his trusting wife?Matt.Stop, stop, I say. You must not make me hate you, for you are Roy’s wife. My friend’s wife. Taunt me not. I will go out into the cold world once more. It’s only a step, and I am the outcast, the tramp, again.Bess(runs toMatt).No, no, you must not go. Roy will soon return.May.Let him face him if he dares. (GoesR.)Matt.Fear not, I will not face him. I told you, Bess, I was not wanted here. I have come between man and wife. A part of the affection which should have been all hers has gone out to the man who, in auld lang syne, tried to be a true friend. Let it pass. For all your kindness to me, accept my thanks. I shall trouble you no more. (Goes up toC.)Bess.Oh, Matt! Don’t leave us. (Gives hands.)Matt(kissing them).It is right, little one, we have been very happy, too happy for so poor a wretch as I. Roy’s wife, hear me before I leave your house. I spoke the truth to you. I have no wife!Simon(comes down).That’s a lie, and I can prove it.Matt.Ah! this is your work.Simon.I own it. There’s nothing shabby about me. (GoesR.back.)Matt.I spoke the truth. Years ago I went to battle for my country, leaving at home my wife and child. Oh, how I loved them, bitterly I knew when returning from my first campaign, I found my wife had fled with my dearest friend, leaving our child to the care of strangers, who had taken her far, far away. In vain I sought her. She was gone. Oh, Bess, if you have found any tenderness in the rough soldier’s heart, thank this for it; for out of grace and gentleness I had fashioned an image of my lost child which you resembled, little one.May.Oh, what do I hear?Matt.Heaven bless you. Heaven bless all beneath this roof; and heaven help the poor wanderer now. (Goes out doorC.)Bess.Oh Matt, Matt, stay with us.May.Matt, Matt, come back. (Cross toL.)Matt(turns in doorway).No; you have driven me out, as I drove out another. We are quits. (Maysinks into chairR.of table.)(ExitC.)Simon.He’s gone. (Comes downR.)(EnterNancy.R. I. E.)Bess.Oh May, how could you be so cruel! (Falls intoMay’sarms.)May.I thought it my duty, Bess.Nancy.Who’s driven out now?Simon(comes down).Matt Winsor; and I did it, Nancy.Nancy.You? ’Twas a shabby trick.Roy(outside).May, May. Home again.May.Roy, Roy, at last. (Jumps up.)(EnterRoyC.)Roy.Ah, my darling. (Catches her in his arms.)May(runs into his arms).Oh, Roy.Roy.Bless you, sweetheart: it’s good to meet you once again. And Bess bright as ever, give me a kiss.Bess.A dozen. (Kisses him.)Roy.That’s sweet; and, in return, I’ve brought you something nice.Bess.Good news? (GoesR.)Roy.Yes: in the original package. Come in Marcus.(Marcusruns inC.)Marcus.Bess, my darling.Bess(runs into his arms).Oh, Marcus.Roy.Yes; we’ve had excellent luck: just at the last moment, too. We had about given up in despair when the excellent but thick-headed senior partner of the concern, happened to pull out a drawer in the safe, and there, closely packed behind it was the missing bills. Marcus was a hero, at once. I had hard work to bring him away; but here he is. Ah, Nancy, how are you? (GoesR.and shakes hands with her.BessandGravescomes toL.)Nancy.Hearty, thank you sir.Roy.And this is my new gardener (shakes hands with him). How does the garden flourish?Simon.Splendidly, thank you, sir.Roy(returns toC.).Well, and how has my little wife spent the dull days?May.Trying her best to kill time, and bring this happy day nearer.Roy.Well, I’m rejoiced to find you are well, and Matt——where’s Matt? He surely should be on hand to give his comrade a merry welcome. (All stand silent.) How’s this, where is he? Is he ill?May(with an effort).He is gone, Roy.Roy.Gone? what, left the house?May.Oh, Roy, he is unworthy of your regard. He has deceived us. He has a wife living.Roy.Indeed! How did you hear this?Simon.I, sir, was the humble instrument of his exposure.Roy.Oh, you were.Simon.I was told by a poor, dying woman that he was her husband, and I thought it my duty to inform Mrs. Manning of his duplicity. It was a painful duty, sir, but I never shirk my duty. In that line there’s nothing shabby about me.Roy.Oh! then it’s my duty to inform you that your services as gardener here, will no longer be required.Simon.Oh! (aside) here’s gratitude.Nancy.Serves you right, Claude Meddlenot.Roy.And so poor Matt, in shame, took himself off?May(confused).No——Roy——you’re not quite right there; for I——I——drove him away.Roy.You,——May;——you drove the man, who once saved your husband’s life, from his house?May.I,——forgive me, Roy,——I thought I was right. (Goes towards him.)Roy.Don’t come near me. Driven my old friend out? Do you know what that means?——disgrace for him, shame for me. He will die in the gutter. No, no; it shall not be. I’ll not eat or sleep until I find him.May.Oh, Roy, you will not leave me. (Throws herself upon his neck.)Roy.For his sake, May, yes. Do not hold me. Youhave done a fearful wrong, as you will one day learn. (She unfolds her arms and staggers to mantel.) My brave, old comrade. You have struggled hard for a better life. Strike out, struggle on. You shall not sink. I will save you yet.(Runs outC.)Maystaggers down to chairR.of table, face on table.Bessruns and leans over her.Marcus,C.watching them.NancyR.points up stage, andSimon,with a woeful face, looks at her.Curtain.ACT III.Scene as before. Fire burning in fireplace.Mayin armchair before fire, half turned toward audience, gazing into the fire. Light on her from fire.Bessat piano playing, “’Tis the last rose of summer.”Marcushas arm on piano, looking down at her. Study lamp lighted on table,L. C.RoyseatedL.of table reading paper. Curtains at windows down. ChairR.of table, as music ceases:——Marcus.Thank you, Bess. “’Tis the last rose of summer,” to-night we pluck: the last of our delightful courtship, to be replaced with orange blossoms, fit symbols of the fruits of happiness, we shall then garner for the future. Ah, Bess, what blissful days are in store for us.Roy(eyes on paper).Poor devil.Marcus.Eh? Did you speak to me, Manning?Roy.Not I. “One more unfortunate” here (tapping paper). Found dead in a doorway, with an empty bottle smelling strongly of “laudanum” beside him,——wrapped in an army overcoat. Ah, so they go. Fighting bravely the enemy of their country in war, overthrown by the enemy in peace.May.Oh, Roy, could it have been——Roy.No one we have an interest in, I hope, May.May.I was thinking of——Roy.One whose name is no more spoken here. I know to whom you allude, May. It was not him.May.Then you have news?Roy.I can give you no tidings of him. When three months ago I returned from my search, we agreed to forget him. Let us abide by our compact. It can be no pleasure to you: ’tis painful to me (rises). When a man forgets all the obligations of friendship, withholds confidence from his sworn comrade, and deliberately acts a lie, he no longer holds a place in honest hearts.May.Oh, Roy, so bitter.Roy(crossing to her chair).To you, May, I owe it all. You, with your clear, woman’s vision, pierced the maskand disclosed the deception (bitterly). I thank you. (Goes up to window and looks out.)May.Bitter, bitter. I have wounded his dear heart by my folly. Will he ever forgive me?Roy(comes down).It’s a blustering night. (Rests hand on back ofMay’schair.) That’s a glorious blaze, May. Pity I cannot stay and enjoy it.May.Are you going out?Bess.Not to-night, Roy?Marcus(comes down to chair vacated byRoy,and takes up paper). “There’s no place like home,” Manning.Roy.Right, Marcus: especially if it’s somebody’s else home, with a particular attraction in the shape of a pretty girl. Now, don’t press me to stay, for you know you and Bess are dying to be alone.Marcus.Gammon.Roy.Rather say backgammon, for with two that makes home apar-o-dice. There’s but one will miss me.May.Oh, Roy, must you go?Roy.’Tis Wednesday night: my evening out.May.’Tis Christmas eve, and to-morrow is——Roy.The anniversary of our wedding, May. Did you think I had forgotten that?May.No, not forgotten it, Roy, but on the eve of——Roy.Such a glorious anniversary, you think I should remain at home. No, May, duty calls me,——a religious duty,——which I would not disregard even for the sake of your dear company.May.Roy, you are withholding confidence from me. You will not tell me why you go, where you go? Is that right?Roy(laughing).Ha! ha! ha! Inquisitive female. No, it’s all wrong; but that I may right it I go, and you may have the blaze all to yourself. Imagine yourself Cinderella among the embers, and wish the fairy godmother would drop down the chimney to keep you company. Now tell me what would be your first request?May.That my husband would have no secrets I could not share.Roy.That’s a very sensible request. What next?May.That in our midst, home again, she would place the wanderer,——your comrade,——Matt Winsor.Roy.May!May.With all my heart I wish it, Roy. That man’s fate, the possibility of what he may have become, terrifies me. Think you I cannot feel how that wild act of mine has shadowed your existence. When he left, driven from your doors by me, something went out of our happy life, I would give the world to reclaim.Roy.May, do you doubt my love for you?May.No, no; not that Roy. Not one look of reproach: not one word, for what I have done, ever tender, thoughtful, patient. Oh, Roy, I do not deserve it. (Covers face with hands.)Roy.May, you shall know all (walks to table). No, no, the secret is not mine. I must be patient; she must suffer. (Marcus looks up at him from paper). Well, what’s the matter with you?Marcus.Manning, old fellow, I’m afraid you’re going over to the enemy. (Besscomes down back of table.)Roy.It’s about time, when the enemy——as you style her——is a sweet, little woman, stung with remorse, and the attacking forces men, strong men, who ought to be ashamed of themselves: I don’t like it.Marcus.Then strike your flag at once. There’s only one thing to prevent it.Roy.What’s that?Marcus.Your promise.Bess.What in the world are you talking about——you two?Roy(turning away).Bah! that girl would break up a council of war, with her sharp ears and inquisitive tongue. (Goes over toMay’schair.Besstalks with Marcus in dumb show.) Look up, May. I must go; but this night shall be the last. Before you sleep you shall know all, and I will ask forgiveness for my cruelty. Come, get my coat: that’s a dear. Time flies. I must be off.May(rising.) You will return early?Roy.As I always do. (ExitMay,doorL.,Roy,hand on back of armchair watches her off.) ’Tis a hard lesson, wife of mine, but through the tears, I see the smile, and behind the clouds, the sunlight, that shall bring lasting peace forevermore. Halloa, you two whispering? I don’t like that.Bess.Third parties seldom do. I like it: that’s enough.Roy.And so does Marcus. He looks as happy as though to-morrow were to be a holiday for him.Bess.’Twill be a holy day, for us.Roy.You’re to be married, to-morrow: to be enslaved. Ah, what will become of you two?Bess.We two will become one, that’s all.Marcus.Yes, the sum total of my bliss will be a unit.Roy.How youcypherthat. Matrimonial figuring by addition makes two one, subtracts sweets from added blessings, and multiplies comforts by dividing labors. That’s the slate from which nothing can be wiped, but by fractures. Well bless you my children. I hope you will be as happy as May and I, and never quarrel.Bess.And have no secrets——Roy.Ahem! (Aside.) From you, impossible.Bess.And have no going out of nights. Hey, Marcus.Marcus.Most certainly not.Roy.“Hark, from thegravesa doleful sound.” Charity calls me out.Bess.Charity begins at home.Roy.And ends there; but if it be true, it’s line of duty, between the beginning and the ending, describes a circle that, like the equator, embraces the whole world.Marcus.That’s very good, Manning.Bess.But you’ve no right to break the home circle, and leave your poor wife here alone.Roy.Alone? Nonsense! when she has you and Marcus to amuse her.Marcus.Oh, we’re going to have a game of billiards.Roy.Billiards, acuerious game for lovers. But there’s lots of “kisses” in it. Hey, Bess?Bess.Oh, I could scratch you.Roy.I’ll have a “run” before you do. Here’s May. (Enter doorL.withRoy’scoat and hat.) Thank you. (Takes coat and puts it on.) You won’t be lonesome?May.No, indeed.Roy(takes hat from her.) That’s right. Bess and Marcus are going to play billiards. You don’t play, you know; but you can count.Marcus.Yes; (aside) one too many.Bess.Of course; (aside) and spoil the game.Roy.I’ve been giving the young people a lesson on charity. Bess believes it begins at home, and now she has an excellent opportunity to prove her theory, by forgetting that “two is company, and three is none.” Good-bye. (KissesMay,and exitsC.Mayfollows him to door.)May(turns back and stopsC.).I shall know all to-night. He said it. I am content. I doubt not I shall laugh at my folly, when I know the truth: only a little shadow flung across the brightness of our home, so hard to bear? Heaven pity those to whom the sunlight never comes. (Exit doorL.)Bess(feebly).May, May, you’re not going? (Louder.) Why, Marcus, she didn’t hear me.Marcus.No wonder; the call was very faint. I’ll call her. (Rises and goes to doorL.)Bess(runs up and brings him downC.) No, no. I don’t think she cares for company.Marcus(putting his arm around her waist).I’m sure we do not, Bess.Bess.Marcus, what do you suppose sent Roy out to-night?Marcus.Well, I think I could guess.Bess.Oh, you could. Isn’t that splendid? Tell me, quick.Marcus.Ah! but it’s a secret.Bess.Oh, dear! now you are beginning to be mysterious. Remember sir: we are to have no secrets.Marcus.Quite right; and as you are not to learn this, we shall have no secrets still——Bess(pouting).Marcus, you’re as bad as Roy.Marcus.If I am no worse than that estimable man, then you will receive a treasure to-morrow.Bess.Take care, sir: “there’s many a slip ’twixt the cup and the lip.”Marcus.Don’t be alarmed: you shall have the treasure, Bess. Never mind the cup; the lips will satisfy me (kisses her) now, and to-morrow my cup of happiness will be full.Bess.Ah! but I may change my mind before to-morrow.Marcus.Twenty times, if you like? but to-morrow you will only change——your name.Bess.And my dress. You haven’t asked me what I am to be married in.Marcus.I know,——in church.Bess.Oh, provoking! have you no curiosity to know how your bride will look?Marcus.I know you will look lovely. Let others admire the setting, I shall have eyes only for the jewel. Come, a game of billiards. (Goes to table.)Bess.Shall I call May?Marcus.No, I’ll call Nancy (strikes bell on table) to light the billiard room. May will find us when she needs us. (EnterNancy,R. I. E.) Nancy, be kind enough to light the billiard room, will you?Nancy.My gracious! you’re not going to play billiards, to-night?Bess(R. C.).And why not, Nancy?Nancy.And going to be married, to-morrow? (Crosses stage toI. E. L.) Well, I never! Better be preparing your minds with something solemn. The book of Job, now, will prepare you for trials, and there’s a heap of comfort, at such times, in the book of Revelations. (ExitI. E. L.)Marcus.Well, our good Nancy takes rather a gloomy view of marriage?Bess.Yes, poor thing; she’s no such happiness to look forward to. I think she’s a little ashamed of her conduct to Simon Stone. He’s not been near her for three months.Marcus.Since he threw up gardening, on so short a trial. But Simon loves her still, I’m sure. (EnterSimon,C.) He’ll turn up in good time. There’s nothing shabby about Simon Stone.Simon.You may bet your bottom dollar on that, every time. How are you Mark?Marcus.Holloa! speak of the——Simon.Don’t mention him (gives hand): we can’t say any good of him. (Turns toBess.) Miss Bess, your most obedient (bows), allow me, in feeble words, but heartfelt gush, to congratulate you and Mark on the happiest day of your life,——to-morrow.Bess.Oh, thank you.Simon(presenting box).With hopes and wishes, for loaves and fishes: that is, prosperity.Bess.Thank you (opens box). Diamonds? Oh, Mr. Stone, you are too generous. (Comes toMarkat table: he looks at them.)Marcus.Why, Si! old fellow, this is a princely gift. What is your calling, now?Simon.My what is it?Marcus.Your trade?Simon.Bother trade! Don’t speak of it. I’m above all that, you know. I’m in the Ring now.Marcus.The Circus Ring?Simon.Do I look like an acrobat?Marcus.The Prize Ring?Simon.Prize humbug! Do I look like a bruiser? No, Mark: I’m a member of one of those mysterious rings, you know, which surround the government, keep it in its place, without which this glorious union would go to smash. Where’s Mr. Manning? I must see him at once.Bess.He’s out, but will soon return.Simon.Then I will wait.Marcus.Look here, Simon, it’s rather queer that you want to see Mr. Manning. I should say Nancy would suit you better.Simon.Nancy?——what Nancy?——which Nancy?Bess.Nancy Nipper, to be sure: have you forgotten her?Simon.Oh——ah——yes——yes, I remember there was a young thing, rather smart, somewhat attractive, about here; but when one gets into “rings,” hob-nobbing with senators and nabobs, one forgets these (snaps fingers) these little trifles. Nancy? yes, yes.Marcus.Well, I’m rather glad to know that you are not in pursuit of her this time, for, between you and me, Nancy has a chance to make a good match now, with one who is dying for her.Simon(excitedly).You don’t mean it! Dying is he? I’ll finish him! After Nancy——my Nancy! Who is he?Marcus.Ha! ha! ha! he’s a man who’s got above trade, you know: a member of one of those mysterious rings, you understand. Ha! ha! ha! Si,——old fellow,——it won’t do: I can read you. You’re on the old trail. (Comes toI. E. L.) Come, Bess.
Scene——same as in actI.Table as before. Arm-chairR.Sewing-chairL.Arm-chair a little back of mantel. Flat as before. Entrance same. Flower-stand ditto.Nancydiscovered dusting table with a long-handled feather duster.
Nancy.It’s most time to hear from Mr. Manning. Two days since we’ve had a letter. Queer freak that was of his’n, turning Mr. Marcus Graves out of doors, and all at once starting off west to bring him back. (Dusts at back.) Couldn’t have been because Miss Bess was pining away, because she isn’t. Her appetite is good; and, when love doesn’t affect that, there’s no use in worrying. (Dusts piano.) She’s just as happy all day riding about with Matt Winsor as she was with the other. And what a change in him. Came here, six months ago, a drunken tramp; and now he’s as spruce and clean and shiney as our copper boiler,——and so jolly and pleasant, too. And so eager to help, one can’t help liking him. I’m sure Miss Bess does. (Dusts at mantel.) Look out, Mr. Graves; I wouldn’t give much for your chance three months from now, if you leave the field to the tramp.
(EnterC.,May,in apron and gloves, a trowel in her hand; followed bySimon,who carries a flower-pot containing a geranium. He keeps his back toNancy.)
May.You may place that geranium on the flower-stand. (Simongoes to stand and busies himself there.) That’s all I shall need at present. Thank you. Anybody been here, Nancy?
Nancy.No marm. Mr. Manning hasn’t come yet.
May.You are mistaken, Nancy; had I meant him, I should not have said anybody, for he iseverybodyto me. Ha! ha!
Nancy.Well, then, there hasn’t been nobody here.
May.That’s better, Nancy. I’ll run and get rid of my apron and gloves, for fearsomebodymight happen in.
(Exit doorL.)
Nancy.Poor thing! She’s just as anxious to hear fromher husband as she can be. I know the symptoms. There’s that good-for-nothing Simon Stone. I’ve not seen him since he took to the candy business; but I’d just give all my old shoes to hear the sound of his voice once more.
Simon(sneezing very loud).Ah-chah!
Nancy(R.starting.) Good gracious! It’s that new gardener come to-day. If he sneezes like that among his flowers, he’ll have everything up by the roots. Look here, sir, that won’t do!
Simon(turning round).Why not, Nancy, is it washing-day?
Nancy.Mercy! It’s Simon Stone!
Simon.It is, Nancy. Your Simon. Come to my arms. (Advances with arms outstretched.)
Nancy(thrusts the duster straight out beforeher.Simonputs his face among the feathers). Hands off!
Simon(spits and sputters).Phew! Pooh! Nancy, do you want to strangle me?
Nancy.I don’t mean you shall strangle me. What are you doing here?
Simon.Humbly, but earnestly, I trust, about my business.
Nancy.The candy business?
Simon.No, Nancy; the saccharine and treacle elements have been eliminated from my existence.
Nancy.What’s the meaning of that outlandish stuff? Can’t you speak English?
Simon.Yes; I’ve cut the sugar and molasses. In that line I burned to distinguish myself, but I burnt too much candy in trying to do it. So my employer requested me to cut stick.
Nancy.Sticks of candy?
Simon.No, no, myself——leave, varmouse.
Nancy.Oh! you were discharged.
Simon.Yes; I went off and became a policeman.
Nancy.A policeman! Simon, I always told you you would come to some bad end!
Simon.Well, the end of my career, in that line, was rather bad. Ah! but Nancy, you should have seen me in my uniform, brass buttons, and shield. You would have been proud of me, had you seen me on my beat with my billy.
Nancy.Billy who?
Simon.Ignorant female! My weapon of defence; thestick with which I terrified old apple-women and young news-boys.
Nancy.Why didn’t you show yourself? I don’t think you needed anyotherstick to frighten them.
Simon.Nancy, I was a hero on parade; but when it came to stepping into a row, I must say I felt more like knocking under than knocking over. In fact, my conscience became very tender on that point, one night, on having my billy taken away from me by a burly butcher, and being impressed, yes, several times impressed, with its hardness as he whacked me over the head with it. The situation struck me so forcibly, to say nothing of the billy, I quietly resigned my office, and retired to the humble but more healthy walks of life.
Nancy.Well, Mr. Stone, what next?
Simon.Mr. Stone! Nancy, don’t be hard on me; call me Simon,pureSimon,simpleSimon. Do! O Nancy! you are my life, my love! Do come to my arms! (Advances with arms extended.)
Nancy(advances duster as before).Stand back! I prefer my own arms!
Simon(spits and sputters).Ah-choh! You’ll smother me with dust!
Nancy.Then behave yourself. Go on with your next occupation.
Simon.It is that honorable profession in which our first great ancestor won renown.
Nancy.By sticking to it,——which you will never do.
Simon.And yet, for love of you, cruel Nancy, I’ve sought this lowly occupation. The Lady of Lyons inspired me.
Nancy.Who’s she? One of the candy-girls?
Simon.Candy-girls? Nancy, have you forgotten the play?
Nancy.Oh! she was the young woman in spangles, that went in among the lions at the menagerie. Pretty lady she was.
Simon.Nancy, I blush for you.
Nancy.Well, I blushed for her. She had no chance herself, with such daubs on her face.
Simon.Nancy, you’re wrong. “The Lady of Lyons” is a play in which a gardener, Claude——somebody, falls inlove with a beautiful lady. I went to see it, Nancy; and the way that young feller made love was amazing. You’d never believe he knew anything about rutabagas and cabbages. It give me an idea, Nancy. Says I, Simon, woo Nancy in that particular metre when you meet her, and victory is yours. (Strikes an attitude.) “Nancy, I mean Pauline, bright angels have fallen ere thy time——”
Nancy.What! you saucy scamp! (Chasing him round table, beating him with brush.)
Simon.Stop! Don’t! Quit! Nancy, that’s what the feller said in the play——Claude, you know.
Nancy.Don’t you ever use such language as that to me, if you do I’ll scald you.
Simon.Now don’t let you and I get into hot water because we are under the same roof. You shall have the prettiest flowers, Nancy, in the garden, if you’ll only smile upon me. O Nancy! (Strikes attitude.) “If thou wouldst have me paint the home——”
Nancy.Paint! are you going to be a painter now?
Simon.No, Nancy, that’s what Claude said.
Nancy.Bother Claude! stick to your gardening. Do that for six months, Simon, and I’ll marry you.
Simon.Will you, though? then I’ll stick to it forever. Nancy, seal the bargain with a kiss. (Advances.)
Nancy(presenting brush as before).Some other time.
Simon(shaking his head, and walking offL.without touching brush). Thoudustnot tempt me.
Nancy.Now, Simon, quit your nonsense and tell me, where’s Marcus Graves?
Simon.The young man has gone West.
Nancy.And you know nothing about him?
Simon.Haven’t heard a word from him. By the by, Nancy, who’s the gent that sticks so close to Miss Bessie?
Nancy.You’d never guess, Simon; that’s the very identical tramp that stopped here six months ago,——the very day you called——
Simon.Yes, washing-day. Well, Nancy, you must have given him a scrubbing. It seems to me he had something to do with Marc’s sudden departure.
Nancy.Everything. He denounced him as a defaulter; and, on his account, Mr. Manning turned Marcus Graves out of his house.
Simon.Indeed!
Nancy.Yes. You see he was Mr. Manning’s comrade in the war! and he thinks the world of him.
Simon.And he accused Marc, the noblest fellow in the world. I’d like to get even with him for that. Is he married?
Nancy.No; but I shouldn’t wonder if he and Miss Bessie made a match of it.
Simon.Poor Marc! What’s the fellow’s name?
Nancy.Matt Winsor.
Simon.Matt! Matt! Stop a moment! (Takes memorandum book from his pocket, and turns the leaves rapidly.) H. I. J. K. L. M. Here it is——Matt Winsor. Ha! ha! ho! ho! He’s mine! He’s mine!
Nancy.And what’s all that, Simon?
Simon(strikes book).That, Nancy, is my savings bank. Little bits of information that I picked up as a policeman, and preserved for future use. Nancy, look at me! I’m going to astonish you. So the tramp’s sweet on Miss Bessie, is he? Nancy, I’ll astonish him. Ay, the whole world shall be astonished. (Strikes attitude, and spouts.)
“And thou, Pauline, so wildly loved, so guiltily betrayed——all is not lost. If I live, the name of him thou hast once loved shall not be dishonored; if I die amidst the carnage and the roar of battle, my soul shall fly back to thee.” (Approaches her as before.)
Nancy(advances brush as before; he runs upon it).What are you talking about?
Simon(sputtering.) Pooh! Pah! That’s what he said,——Claude, you know.
Nancy.Hang Claude!
Simon.Hush! (Looks around.) Nancy, can you keep a secret?
Nancy.Try me.
Simon.Without opening your lips?
Nancy.Try me.
Simon(throws his arm about her, prisoning her arms.) There, keep that, Nancy. (Kisses her, and runs upC.)
Nancy(fiercely).You horrid wretch! (Chases him up to doorC.beating him with brush. He exitsC.)
Nancy(coming down wiping her mouth).Well, this is a new business to him, and I hope he’ll stick to it.
(ExitI. E. R.EnterMayDoorL.)
May.What can keep Bess so long? She went off riding with Matt two hours ago. She seems very fond of him. (Goes up to door, looks off, and returnsC.) I don’t like that. For Roy’s sake I have endeavored to make this man’s stay with us pleasant, and though I can never forget his rough introduction, I have no reason to complain of his conduct since. He is gentle and obliging, has not tasted a drop of liquor since that day, and in every way shown himself to be at heart a gentleman. (Sits in chairR.of table.) And yet I have some good reasons for complaint. He claims so much of Roy’s time. The hours he spent with me here are now given to Matt, smoking in the garden, fighting their battles over again, I dare say. I’m afraid I’m a little jealous of that; and then his fondness for Bess, and her fondness for him. Ah! there’s grave cause for anxiety there. Roy laughs at me when I speak of it; but suppose they should fall in love with each other? Roy says he’s much older than she. He forgets there is almost as much difference in our ages as there is in theirs. I don’t like it. I believe Roy would be pleased to have them marry; but not I. No! no! Oh, if Marcus Graves would only return!
Bess (outside). Ha! ha! ha! fairly beaten. Victory, victory (runs inC.downR.). Oh, May! such a glorious victory. I’ve distanced the bold cavalryman on a clear stretch of five miles. Ha! ha! ha!
(Enter Matt.C.)
Matt.Cleverly done, little one. I tried my best, but for once, you have fairly beaten me. Ah, Roy’s wife,——the little one is a capital horseman. If ever I go to war again she shall be enlisted in the same company.
Bess.Not I. There’s better company at home. Only think of it; Roger beat Rollo, fairly outstripped him. He never did such a thing before.
Matt.The gallant fellow knew the soft caress of a pretty little hand, would reward his efforts. Who wouldn’t do his best for that?
May.And the other gallant fellow was too polite to snatch victory from those pretty hands.
Matt.No, no. No favor was shown.
Bess.Not a bit. You should have heard our cavalryman shout, and seen him ply the whip. Mercy! I thought a troop of horse was coming down upon me.
Matt.Yes, I was a little noisy I confess. For a moment the old feeling was upon me. The swift pace, made my blood whirl. I saw before me not you, brave littleone, but the enemy, in line of battle; the roars of cannon filled my ears, the smoke of battle my nostrils. The old cry came to my lips. Down on them! Death to the foe! Charge. (GoesR.)
Bess(comes toC.).Goodness, gracious! what a noise.
Matt.I beg your pardon; I hope I didn’t swear.
Bess.Make your mind easy, with the discharge of that terrific “charge;” there could be need for nothing more explosive.
Matt.Ah, well, it’s hard for a dog to forget his old tricks. I wish I could mine. I’m a rough fellow at the best. It’s a new life for me, this quiet home, you so kind and friendly, Roy’s friendship,——No, no; that’s not new. Heaven bless him: he’s the same old comrade of the battle days. I know I must be in the way here.
Bess.You are the best old fellow in the world (gives hands), and I love you dearly.
Matt.Loveme?
Bess.As if you were my own brother. There sir, there’s a confession: make the most of it.
Matt.I wish I deserved it, little one; but it makes me (wiping eyes) very——that is——its——too much. (Aside.) Confound it, I shall blubber (Aloud.) Any news of Roy, Mrs. May?
May.No: I hoped you might have been to the office.
Matt.To be sure, and I galloping after this young Will-o’-the-Wisp. Oh, it’s shameful, but I’ll go at once. If we only have Roy back what a jolly day this will be. You shan’t wait long, Roy’s wife. Good-bye little one. (Goes outC.)
Bess(goesR.).I challenge you to another race, to-morrow morning.
Matt(turns).I accept.
Bess.Five miles.
Matt.A straight course.
Bess.Mind, no favor.
Matt.All right. Shake hands on it.
Bess(gives hand).There you have it. Now to the Post Office,——charge.
Matt.Ay, charge for liberty, or——
Bess.A letter. Don’t forget the letter.
Matt.All right, little one: I’m off. (Exit.)
Bess.Isn’t he splendid, May? I never saw a man I liked so well.
May.Ah! have you forgotten Marcus Graves, Bess?
Bess.Eh? Hasn’t he forgotten me?
May.I think not. At any time we may have news of him. You know Roy is now seeking him, for your sake.
Bess.He’s very kind. (Aside.) Now what’s the matter with her, I wonder?
May.And this man, Matt Winsor, caused his dismissal.
Bess.Poor fellow. He didn’t mean any harm. And I’m sure it is for the best.
May.Suppose he should never return?
Bess.Well, then, I should try and make the best of it.
May.Bess, do you know this man loves you?
Bess.Marcus Graves? well, he ought to.
May.No, this man, Matt Winsor.
Bess.(Aside.) Ah! thecat’s out of the bag. (Aloud.) Good gracious! Has he told you so?
May.No, but I read it in every glance at his eye, every flush of his cheek. Oh! Bess, Bess, you must not encourage this.
Bess.Encourage,——I——well I never. Didn’t I tell him I loved him as a brother.
May.Suppose he should some day tell you he adored you?
Bess.’Twould be just like him. Soldiers adore, Civilians love. I prefer adoration, its a longer word, and of course contains more of the language of love.
May.Suppose he should ask you to marry him?
Bess.Suppose, suppose anything you like. (Cross to doorL.). I’m going to change my dress.
May.And you withhold from me your confidence, Bess, Bess, this is not right.
Bess.May, don’t lecture me. Do let me enjoy myself, ’twill be time to warn when the grub brother turns into the butterfly lover. (Aside.) She dares to doubt my love for Marcus. I’ll plague her well for that.
(Exit doorL.)
May(rising).’Tis as I feared, she is learning to love thisman; this tramp, who, in someunaccountable manner, fascinates the whole household. Roy delights in his company. Bess is happy at his side; even Nancy, the man hater, almost worships him, while I feel magnetized by his presence; and yet he robs me of my husband’s society. But he must not win my Bess, there’s too much at stake, an accident might rouse the slumbering curse of his former life, and then what a fate would behers. Oh, no, she must be saved from that, though I make an enemy of my husband’s comrade. But how? (SitsR.of table.) How?
(EnterSimonC.)
Simon.I beg your pardon.
May.Well what is it; anything the matter in the garden?
Simon.No, everything is flourishing there: I’ve weeded out all that’s unsightly and unwholesome; but there’s something wrong here in the house.
May.In the house,——what do you mean?
Simon.Mrs. Manning, gardening has not been the sole occupation of my life. Before I entered your service I was a policeman.
May.Well?
Simon.Now, a policeman picks up a great many things in the course of his experience, and, in my short career, I have gained a morsel of information that may be useful to you.
May.I do not understand you.
Simon.Mrs. Manning, I was a short time ago, one of the humble instruments that rescued an unfortunate woman from the beastly brutality of a ruffian. I say one, the other was my billy. She was a poor fallen creature, who, in a drunken brawl was cruelly beaten. As I said,werescued her in an almost dyingcondition. She was taken to Belleview hospital. As this was the only real service I performed during my brief career, I was interested in her case, and frequently called to see her. I was told she could not live. In the kindest manner possible for a policeman, I informed her of the fact. In return she told me she was a wife and mother, that her husband still lived.
May.I do not understand how this can interest me. I pity the poor woman. Can I help her?
Simon.You can help her to find her husband.
May.I?
Simon.Yes, for you know him. She gave me his name,——Matt Winsor.
May.Matt Winsor? impossible! he has told me he has no wife.
Simon.Then he’s a villain. I have told you all I know. The woman is dying. Let him know that, and if he denies her, then——
May.Why have you told me this?
Simon.Because he wronged my warm friend Marcus Graves. Drove him from this house. I want to see him treated as he treated Marcus.
May.Enough! you may go. (Simon turns, and goes up.) Stay. I may want to speak with you again. (Simon goes up to plants, and busies himself trimming them.) Drive him from this home. My husband’s friend. Wretch, he deserves no pity. I’ll fling his perfidy in his teeth. He dare to love Bess? Ah, I have the power to save her. Heaven be praised.
Simon.He is here.
May.For the last time, I am determined.
(Mattruns inC.)
Matt.No letter, Roy’s wife, and that’s the best news I could bring. For as he has not written ’tis a proof he’s on the road home. Dear old boy! How glad we shall all be to see him. (Pause.) Ah! what’s the matter?
May.When a spy is caught in his enemy’s camp, what is done with him?
Matt.He’s strung to a tree, without judge or jury.
May.When a rogue is caught playing the honest man, in a peaceful and loving family, what should be his fate?
Matt.He should be turned adrift, and shunned forever more.
May.Right (rising). You have sentenced yourself. This house is no longer your home.
Matt.No longer——my home;——why——what is this?
May(rises).Matt Winsor, listen to me. You entered this house a miserable, drunken vagabond. You were tenderly cared for, because you were our Roy’s comrade. We trusted you, confided in you, and you——like a viper——turned and stung the hand that fed you.
Matt.No, no; ’tis false. I have repaid trust with trust.
May.Indeed! As you repaid the trust of that poor woman now dying in Belleview Hospital. (EnterBessL.) Your wife.
Matt(agitated).My wife——my wife?
May.Ah! your agitation is confession, and yet you told me you had no wife. Wretch! you dare not face my husband’s flashing eye, with this infamy known to him. You drove a noble fellow away by your accusations. Think you Roy, who could not bear his presence, will suffer a greater criminal to rest beneath his roof. And what greater criminal can there be than he who deserts his wife: his trusting wife?
Matt.Stop, stop, I say. You must not make me hate you, for you are Roy’s wife. My friend’s wife. Taunt me not. I will go out into the cold world once more. It’s only a step, and I am the outcast, the tramp, again.
Bess(runs toMatt).No, no, you must not go. Roy will soon return.
May.Let him face him if he dares. (GoesR.)
Matt.Fear not, I will not face him. I told you, Bess, I was not wanted here. I have come between man and wife. A part of the affection which should have been all hers has gone out to the man who, in auld lang syne, tried to be a true friend. Let it pass. For all your kindness to me, accept my thanks. I shall trouble you no more. (Goes up toC.)
Bess.Oh, Matt! Don’t leave us. (Gives hands.)
Matt(kissing them).It is right, little one, we have been very happy, too happy for so poor a wretch as I. Roy’s wife, hear me before I leave your house. I spoke the truth to you. I have no wife!
Simon(comes down).That’s a lie, and I can prove it.
Matt.Ah! this is your work.
Simon.I own it. There’s nothing shabby about me. (GoesR.back.)
Matt.I spoke the truth. Years ago I went to battle for my country, leaving at home my wife and child. Oh, how I loved them, bitterly I knew when returning from my first campaign, I found my wife had fled with my dearest friend, leaving our child to the care of strangers, who had taken her far, far away. In vain I sought her. She was gone. Oh, Bess, if you have found any tenderness in the rough soldier’s heart, thank this for it; for out of grace and gentleness I had fashioned an image of my lost child which you resembled, little one.
May.Oh, what do I hear?
Matt.Heaven bless you. Heaven bless all beneath this roof; and heaven help the poor wanderer now. (Goes out doorC.)
Bess.Oh Matt, Matt, stay with us.
May.Matt, Matt, come back. (Cross toL.)
Matt(turns in doorway).No; you have driven me out, as I drove out another. We are quits. (Maysinks into chairR.of table.)
(ExitC.)
Simon.He’s gone. (Comes downR.)
(EnterNancy.R. I. E.)
Bess.Oh May, how could you be so cruel! (Falls intoMay’sarms.)
May.I thought it my duty, Bess.
Nancy.Who’s driven out now?
Simon(comes down).Matt Winsor; and I did it, Nancy.
Nancy.You? ’Twas a shabby trick.
Roy(outside).May, May. Home again.
May.Roy, Roy, at last. (Jumps up.)
(EnterRoyC.)
Roy.Ah, my darling. (Catches her in his arms.)
May(runs into his arms).Oh, Roy.
Roy.Bless you, sweetheart: it’s good to meet you once again. And Bess bright as ever, give me a kiss.
Bess.A dozen. (Kisses him.)
Roy.That’s sweet; and, in return, I’ve brought you something nice.
Bess.Good news? (GoesR.)
Roy.Yes: in the original package. Come in Marcus.
(Marcusruns inC.)
Marcus.Bess, my darling.
Bess(runs into his arms).Oh, Marcus.
Roy.Yes; we’ve had excellent luck: just at the last moment, too. We had about given up in despair when the excellent but thick-headed senior partner of the concern, happened to pull out a drawer in the safe, and there, closely packed behind it was the missing bills. Marcus was a hero, at once. I had hard work to bring him away; but here he is. Ah, Nancy, how are you? (GoesR.and shakes hands with her.BessandGravescomes toL.)
Nancy.Hearty, thank you sir.
Roy.And this is my new gardener (shakes hands with him). How does the garden flourish?
Simon.Splendidly, thank you, sir.
Roy(returns toC.).Well, and how has my little wife spent the dull days?
May.Trying her best to kill time, and bring this happy day nearer.
Roy.Well, I’m rejoiced to find you are well, and Matt——where’s Matt? He surely should be on hand to give his comrade a merry welcome. (All stand silent.) How’s this, where is he? Is he ill?
May(with an effort).He is gone, Roy.
Roy.Gone? what, left the house?
May.Oh, Roy, he is unworthy of your regard. He has deceived us. He has a wife living.
Roy.Indeed! How did you hear this?
Simon.I, sir, was the humble instrument of his exposure.
Roy.Oh, you were.
Simon.I was told by a poor, dying woman that he was her husband, and I thought it my duty to inform Mrs. Manning of his duplicity. It was a painful duty, sir, but I never shirk my duty. In that line there’s nothing shabby about me.
Roy.Oh! then it’s my duty to inform you that your services as gardener here, will no longer be required.
Simon.Oh! (aside) here’s gratitude.
Nancy.Serves you right, Claude Meddlenot.
Roy.And so poor Matt, in shame, took himself off?
May(confused).No——Roy——you’re not quite right there; for I——I——drove him away.
Roy.You,——May;——you drove the man, who once saved your husband’s life, from his house?
May.I,——forgive me, Roy,——I thought I was right. (Goes towards him.)
Roy.Don’t come near me. Driven my old friend out? Do you know what that means?——disgrace for him, shame for me. He will die in the gutter. No, no; it shall not be. I’ll not eat or sleep until I find him.
May.Oh, Roy, you will not leave me. (Throws herself upon his neck.)
Roy.For his sake, May, yes. Do not hold me. Youhave done a fearful wrong, as you will one day learn. (She unfolds her arms and staggers to mantel.) My brave, old comrade. You have struggled hard for a better life. Strike out, struggle on. You shall not sink. I will save you yet.
(Runs outC.)
Maystaggers down to chairR.of table, face on table.Bessruns and leans over her.Marcus,C.watching them.NancyR.points up stage, andSimon,with a woeful face, looks at her.
Curtain.
Scene as before. Fire burning in fireplace.Mayin armchair before fire, half turned toward audience, gazing into the fire. Light on her from fire.Bessat piano playing, “’Tis the last rose of summer.”Marcushas arm on piano, looking down at her. Study lamp lighted on table,L. C.RoyseatedL.of table reading paper. Curtains at windows down. ChairR.of table, as music ceases:——
Marcus.Thank you, Bess. “’Tis the last rose of summer,” to-night we pluck: the last of our delightful courtship, to be replaced with orange blossoms, fit symbols of the fruits of happiness, we shall then garner for the future. Ah, Bess, what blissful days are in store for us.
Roy(eyes on paper).Poor devil.
Marcus.Eh? Did you speak to me, Manning?
Roy.Not I. “One more unfortunate” here (tapping paper). Found dead in a doorway, with an empty bottle smelling strongly of “laudanum” beside him,——wrapped in an army overcoat. Ah, so they go. Fighting bravely the enemy of their country in war, overthrown by the enemy in peace.
May.Oh, Roy, could it have been——
Roy.No one we have an interest in, I hope, May.
May.I was thinking of——
Roy.One whose name is no more spoken here. I know to whom you allude, May. It was not him.
May.Then you have news?
Roy.I can give you no tidings of him. When three months ago I returned from my search, we agreed to forget him. Let us abide by our compact. It can be no pleasure to you: ’tis painful to me (rises). When a man forgets all the obligations of friendship, withholds confidence from his sworn comrade, and deliberately acts a lie, he no longer holds a place in honest hearts.
May.Oh, Roy, so bitter.
Roy(crossing to her chair).To you, May, I owe it all. You, with your clear, woman’s vision, pierced the maskand disclosed the deception (bitterly). I thank you. (Goes up to window and looks out.)
May.Bitter, bitter. I have wounded his dear heart by my folly. Will he ever forgive me?
Roy(comes down).It’s a blustering night. (Rests hand on back ofMay’schair.) That’s a glorious blaze, May. Pity I cannot stay and enjoy it.
May.Are you going out?
Bess.Not to-night, Roy?
Marcus(comes down to chair vacated byRoy,and takes up paper). “There’s no place like home,” Manning.
Roy.Right, Marcus: especially if it’s somebody’s else home, with a particular attraction in the shape of a pretty girl. Now, don’t press me to stay, for you know you and Bess are dying to be alone.
Marcus.Gammon.
Roy.Rather say backgammon, for with two that makes home apar-o-dice. There’s but one will miss me.
May.Oh, Roy, must you go?
Roy.’Tis Wednesday night: my evening out.
May.’Tis Christmas eve, and to-morrow is——
Roy.The anniversary of our wedding, May. Did you think I had forgotten that?
May.No, not forgotten it, Roy, but on the eve of——
Roy.Such a glorious anniversary, you think I should remain at home. No, May, duty calls me,——a religious duty,——which I would not disregard even for the sake of your dear company.
May.Roy, you are withholding confidence from me. You will not tell me why you go, where you go? Is that right?
Roy(laughing).Ha! ha! ha! Inquisitive female. No, it’s all wrong; but that I may right it I go, and you may have the blaze all to yourself. Imagine yourself Cinderella among the embers, and wish the fairy godmother would drop down the chimney to keep you company. Now tell me what would be your first request?
May.That my husband would have no secrets I could not share.
Roy.That’s a very sensible request. What next?
May.That in our midst, home again, she would place the wanderer,——your comrade,——Matt Winsor.
Roy.May!
May.With all my heart I wish it, Roy. That man’s fate, the possibility of what he may have become, terrifies me. Think you I cannot feel how that wild act of mine has shadowed your existence. When he left, driven from your doors by me, something went out of our happy life, I would give the world to reclaim.
Roy.May, do you doubt my love for you?
May.No, no; not that Roy. Not one look of reproach: not one word, for what I have done, ever tender, thoughtful, patient. Oh, Roy, I do not deserve it. (Covers face with hands.)
Roy.May, you shall know all (walks to table). No, no, the secret is not mine. I must be patient; she must suffer. (Marcus looks up at him from paper). Well, what’s the matter with you?
Marcus.Manning, old fellow, I’m afraid you’re going over to the enemy. (Besscomes down back of table.)
Roy.It’s about time, when the enemy——as you style her——is a sweet, little woman, stung with remorse, and the attacking forces men, strong men, who ought to be ashamed of themselves: I don’t like it.
Marcus.Then strike your flag at once. There’s only one thing to prevent it.
Roy.What’s that?
Marcus.Your promise.
Bess.What in the world are you talking about——you two?
Roy(turning away).Bah! that girl would break up a council of war, with her sharp ears and inquisitive tongue. (Goes over toMay’schair.Besstalks with Marcus in dumb show.) Look up, May. I must go; but this night shall be the last. Before you sleep you shall know all, and I will ask forgiveness for my cruelty. Come, get my coat: that’s a dear. Time flies. I must be off.
May(rising.) You will return early?
Roy.As I always do. (ExitMay,doorL.,Roy,hand on back of armchair watches her off.) ’Tis a hard lesson, wife of mine, but through the tears, I see the smile, and behind the clouds, the sunlight, that shall bring lasting peace forevermore. Halloa, you two whispering? I don’t like that.
Bess.Third parties seldom do. I like it: that’s enough.
Roy.And so does Marcus. He looks as happy as though to-morrow were to be a holiday for him.
Bess.’Twill be a holy day, for us.
Roy.You’re to be married, to-morrow: to be enslaved. Ah, what will become of you two?
Bess.We two will become one, that’s all.
Marcus.Yes, the sum total of my bliss will be a unit.
Roy.How youcypherthat. Matrimonial figuring by addition makes two one, subtracts sweets from added blessings, and multiplies comforts by dividing labors. That’s the slate from which nothing can be wiped, but by fractures. Well bless you my children. I hope you will be as happy as May and I, and never quarrel.
Bess.And have no secrets——
Roy.Ahem! (Aside.) From you, impossible.
Bess.And have no going out of nights. Hey, Marcus.
Marcus.Most certainly not.
Roy.“Hark, from thegravesa doleful sound.” Charity calls me out.
Bess.Charity begins at home.
Roy.And ends there; but if it be true, it’s line of duty, between the beginning and the ending, describes a circle that, like the equator, embraces the whole world.
Marcus.That’s very good, Manning.
Bess.But you’ve no right to break the home circle, and leave your poor wife here alone.
Roy.Alone? Nonsense! when she has you and Marcus to amuse her.
Marcus.Oh, we’re going to have a game of billiards.
Roy.Billiards, acuerious game for lovers. But there’s lots of “kisses” in it. Hey, Bess?
Bess.Oh, I could scratch you.
Roy.I’ll have a “run” before you do. Here’s May. (Enter doorL.withRoy’scoat and hat.) Thank you. (Takes coat and puts it on.) You won’t be lonesome?
May.No, indeed.
Roy(takes hat from her.) That’s right. Bess and Marcus are going to play billiards. You don’t play, you know; but you can count.
Marcus.Yes; (aside) one too many.
Bess.Of course; (aside) and spoil the game.
Roy.I’ve been giving the young people a lesson on charity. Bess believes it begins at home, and now she has an excellent opportunity to prove her theory, by forgetting that “two is company, and three is none.” Good-bye. (KissesMay,and exitsC.Mayfollows him to door.)
May(turns back and stopsC.).I shall know all to-night. He said it. I am content. I doubt not I shall laugh at my folly, when I know the truth: only a little shadow flung across the brightness of our home, so hard to bear? Heaven pity those to whom the sunlight never comes. (Exit doorL.)
Bess(feebly).May, May, you’re not going? (Louder.) Why, Marcus, she didn’t hear me.
Marcus.No wonder; the call was very faint. I’ll call her. (Rises and goes to doorL.)
Bess(runs up and brings him downC.) No, no. I don’t think she cares for company.
Marcus(putting his arm around her waist).I’m sure we do not, Bess.
Bess.Marcus, what do you suppose sent Roy out to-night?
Marcus.Well, I think I could guess.
Bess.Oh, you could. Isn’t that splendid? Tell me, quick.
Marcus.Ah! but it’s a secret.
Bess.Oh, dear! now you are beginning to be mysterious. Remember sir: we are to have no secrets.
Marcus.Quite right; and as you are not to learn this, we shall have no secrets still——
Bess(pouting).Marcus, you’re as bad as Roy.
Marcus.If I am no worse than that estimable man, then you will receive a treasure to-morrow.
Bess.Take care, sir: “there’s many a slip ’twixt the cup and the lip.”
Marcus.Don’t be alarmed: you shall have the treasure, Bess. Never mind the cup; the lips will satisfy me (kisses her) now, and to-morrow my cup of happiness will be full.
Bess.Ah! but I may change my mind before to-morrow.
Marcus.Twenty times, if you like? but to-morrow you will only change——your name.
Bess.And my dress. You haven’t asked me what I am to be married in.
Marcus.I know,——in church.
Bess.Oh, provoking! have you no curiosity to know how your bride will look?
Marcus.I know you will look lovely. Let others admire the setting, I shall have eyes only for the jewel. Come, a game of billiards. (Goes to table.)
Bess.Shall I call May?
Marcus.No, I’ll call Nancy (strikes bell on table) to light the billiard room. May will find us when she needs us. (EnterNancy,R. I. E.) Nancy, be kind enough to light the billiard room, will you?
Nancy.My gracious! you’re not going to play billiards, to-night?
Bess(R. C.).And why not, Nancy?
Nancy.And going to be married, to-morrow? (Crosses stage toI. E. L.) Well, I never! Better be preparing your minds with something solemn. The book of Job, now, will prepare you for trials, and there’s a heap of comfort, at such times, in the book of Revelations. (ExitI. E. L.)
Marcus.Well, our good Nancy takes rather a gloomy view of marriage?
Bess.Yes, poor thing; she’s no such happiness to look forward to. I think she’s a little ashamed of her conduct to Simon Stone. He’s not been near her for three months.
Marcus.Since he threw up gardening, on so short a trial. But Simon loves her still, I’m sure. (EnterSimon,C.) He’ll turn up in good time. There’s nothing shabby about Simon Stone.
Simon.You may bet your bottom dollar on that, every time. How are you Mark?
Marcus.Holloa! speak of the——
Simon.Don’t mention him (gives hand): we can’t say any good of him. (Turns toBess.) Miss Bess, your most obedient (bows), allow me, in feeble words, but heartfelt gush, to congratulate you and Mark on the happiest day of your life,——to-morrow.
Bess.Oh, thank you.
Simon(presenting box).With hopes and wishes, for loaves and fishes: that is, prosperity.
Bess.Thank you (opens box). Diamonds? Oh, Mr. Stone, you are too generous. (Comes toMarkat table: he looks at them.)
Marcus.Why, Si! old fellow, this is a princely gift. What is your calling, now?
Simon.My what is it?
Marcus.Your trade?
Simon.Bother trade! Don’t speak of it. I’m above all that, you know. I’m in the Ring now.
Marcus.The Circus Ring?
Simon.Do I look like an acrobat?
Marcus.The Prize Ring?
Simon.Prize humbug! Do I look like a bruiser? No, Mark: I’m a member of one of those mysterious rings, you know, which surround the government, keep it in its place, without which this glorious union would go to smash. Where’s Mr. Manning? I must see him at once.
Bess.He’s out, but will soon return.
Simon.Then I will wait.
Marcus.Look here, Simon, it’s rather queer that you want to see Mr. Manning. I should say Nancy would suit you better.
Simon.Nancy?——what Nancy?——which Nancy?
Bess.Nancy Nipper, to be sure: have you forgotten her?
Simon.Oh——ah——yes——yes, I remember there was a young thing, rather smart, somewhat attractive, about here; but when one gets into “rings,” hob-nobbing with senators and nabobs, one forgets these (snaps fingers) these little trifles. Nancy? yes, yes.
Marcus.Well, I’m rather glad to know that you are not in pursuit of her this time, for, between you and me, Nancy has a chance to make a good match now, with one who is dying for her.
Simon(excitedly).You don’t mean it! Dying is he? I’ll finish him! After Nancy——my Nancy! Who is he?
Marcus.Ha! ha! ha! he’s a man who’s got above trade, you know: a member of one of those mysterious rings, you understand. Ha! ha! ha! Si,——old fellow,——it won’t do: I can read you. You’re on the old trail. (Comes toI. E. L.) Come, Bess.