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(_The girl is sobbing, her head on her arms._)
MARY STEWART. Och! be quiet now; I would be listening till the last sound of it pa.s.ses into the great hills and over all the wide world.--It is fitting for you to be crying, a child that cannot understand; but water shall never wet eye of mine for Dugald Stewart. Last night I was but the mother of a lad that herded sheep on the Athole hills: this morn it is I that am the mother of a man who is among the great ones of the earth. All over the land they will be telling of Dugald Stewart. Mothers will teach their children to be men by him. High will his name be with the teller of fine tales.--The great men came, they came in their pride, terrible like the storm they were, and cunning with words of guile were they. Death was with them.... He was but a lad, a young lad, with great length of days before him, and the grandeur of the world. But he put it all from him. "Speak," said they, "speak, and life and great riches will be for yourself."
But he said no word at all! Loud was the swelling of their wrath!
Let the heart of you rejoice, Morag Cameron, for the snow is red with his blood. There are things greater than death. Let them that are children shed the tears.
(_She comes forward and lays her hand on the girl's shoulder._)
MARY STEWART. Let us go and lift him into the house, and not be leaving him lie out there alone.
[CURTAIN]
THE SUN[1]
John Glasworthy
SCENE: A GIRL sits crouched over her knees on a stile close to a river. A MAN with a silver badge stands beside her clutching the worn top plank. THE GIRL'S level brows are drawn together; her eyes see her memories. THE MAN'S eyes see THE GIRL; he has a dark, twisted face. The bright sun shines; the quiet river flows; the cuckoo is calling; the mayflower is in bloom along the hedge that ends in the stile on the towing-path.
[Footnote 1: From _Scribner's Magazine_, May, 1919.
Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons; included by special permission of the writer and publishers.]
THE GIRL. G.o.d knows what 'e'll say, Jim.
THE MAN. Let 'im. 'E's come too late, that's all.
THE GIRL. He couldn't come before. I'm frightened. 'E was fond o'
me.
THE MAN. And aren't I fond of you? My Gawd!
THE GIRL. I ought to 'a' waited, Jim; with 'im in the fightin'.
THE MAN (_pa.s.sionately_). And what about me? Aren't I been in the fightin'--earned all I could get?
THE GIRL (_touching him_). Ah!
THE MAN. Did you--
(_He cannot speak the words._)
THE GIRL. Not like you, Jim--not like you.
THE MAN. 'Ave a spirit, then.
THE GIRL. I promised 'im.
THE MAN. One man's luck'a another's poison. I've seen it.
THE GIRL. I ought to 'a' waited. I never thought 'e'd come back from the fightin'.
THE MAN (_grimly_). Maybe 'e'd better not 'ave.
THE GIRL (_looking back along the tow-path_). What'll 'e be like, I wonder?
THE MAN (_gripping her shoulder_). Daise, don't you never go back on me, or I should kill you, and 'im too.
(THE GIRL _looks at him, shivers, and puts her lips to his._)
THE GIRL. I never could.
THE MAN. Will you run for it? 'E'd never find us.
(THE GIRL _shakes her head._)
THE MAN (_dully_). What's the good o' stayin'? The world's wide.
THE GIRL. I'd rather have it off me mind, with him 'ome.
THE MAN (_clenching his hands_). It's temptin' Providence.
THE GIRL. What's the time, Jim?
THE MAN (_glancing at the sun_). 'Alf past four.
THE GIRL (_looking along the towing-path_). 'E said four o'clock.
Jim, you better go.
THE MAN. Not I. _I've_ not got the wind up. I've seen as much of h.e.l.l as he has, any day. What like is he?
THE GIRL (_dully_). I dunno, just. I've not seen 'im these three years. I dunno no more, since I've known you.
THE MAN. Big, or little chap?
THE GIRL. 'Bout your size. Oh! Jim, go along!
THE MAN. No fear! What's a blighter like that to old Fritz's sh.e.l.ls? We didn't shift when they was comin'. If you'll go, I'll go; not else.
(_Again she shakes her head._)
THE GIRL. Jim, do you love me true? (_For answer_, THE MAN _takes her avidly in his arms._) I ain't ashamed--I ain't ashamed. If 'e could see me 'eart.
THE MAN. Daise! If I'd known you out there I never could 'a'
stuck it. They'd 'a' got me for a deserter. That's 'ow I love you!
THE GIRL. Jim, don't lift your 'and to 'im. Promise!
