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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Fires of St. John + A Drama in Four Acts + +Author: Hermann Sudermann + +Translator: Charles Swickard + +Release Date: November 18, 2010 [EBook #34356] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIRES OF ST. JOHN *** + + + + +Produced by Charles Bowen, from page scans provided by Google Books + + + + + +</pre> + + + + + + +<p class="hang1">Transcriber's Note: Page scan source:<br> + +http://books.google.com/books?id=UM85AAAAMAAJ&printsec</p> + + + + + +<p class="center"> +<img border="0" src="images/nance.png" alt="Miss Nance O'Neil"></p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> + +<h1>FIRES OF<br> +ST. JOHN</h1> +<hr class="W90"> + + +<h3>A DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS<br> +FROM THE GERMAN OF</h3> +<br> +<h2>HERMANN SUDERMANN</h2> +<br> +<h4><i>Author of "Magda," "The Joy<br> +of Living," "Sodom's End," Etc.</i></h4> +<hr class="W90"> + + +<h3>AS PRESENTED FOR THE FIRST TIME<br> +ON THE AMERICAN STAGE IN<br> +BOSTON ON JANUARY<br> +TWENTY-FIRST<br> +NINETEEN<br> +HUNDRED<br> +&<br> +4</h3> +<hr class="W10"> + + +<h4>Translated and Adapted<br> +by CHARLES SWICKARD</h4> +<hr class="W90"> + + +<h3>BOSTON, JOHN W. LUCE<br> +and COMPANY, 1904</h3> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>COPYRIGHT NOTICE and WARNING</h2> +<br> +<p class="normal">This play is fully protected by the copyright law, all +requirements of which have been fully complied with. In its present form it is +dedicated to the reading public only, and no performance may be given without +the permission of the publishers, owners of the acting rights.</p> + +<p class="normal">¶ Copyright, 1903, by Charles Swickard.</p> + +<p class="normal">¶ Copyright, 1904, by John W. Luce and Company.</p> + +<p class="normal">¶ All rights reserved.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>PUBLISHERS' NOTE</h2> +<br> + +<p class="normal">¶ This translation and adaptation of "Johannisfeuer" was made +by special permission from Herr Sudermann, and is the only authorized English +version.</p> + + +<hr class="W20"> + + +<p class="normal">¶ By arrangement with the publishers, Miss Nance O'Neil, who +first produced this play in English, as here given, will continue to use Mr. +Swickard's adaptation exclusively.</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h1>FIRES OF ST. JOHN<br> +<span class="sc">WAS FIRST PRESENTED IN ENGLISH,<br> +IN BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, ON<br> +JANUARY TWENTY-FIRST, 1904,<br> +WITH THE FOLLOWING CAST</span></h1> + + +<hr class="W100"> +<table style="width:60%; margin-left:20%"> +<colgroup><col style="width:35%"><col style="width:65%"></colgroup> +<tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Mr. Brauer</span></td> +<td><span class="sc2">Mr. George C. Staley</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Mrs. Brauer</span></td> +<td><span class="sc2">Mrs. Charles W. Brooks</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Gertrude</span></td> +<td><span class="sc2">Miss Blanche Stoddard</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">George Von Harten</span></td> +<td><span class="sc2">Mr. E. J. Ratcliffe</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">An old Gypsy Woman</span></td> +<td><span class="sc2">Miss Ricca Allen</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Haffner</span></td> +<td><span class="sc2">Mr. Norwell McGregor</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Mr. Paul</span></td> +<td><span class="sc2">Mr. Frederick Sullivan</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Katie</span></td> +<td><span class="sc2">Miss Fannie Cannon</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td colspan="2"> </td> +</tr><tr> +<td style="text-align:right">and</td> +<td> </td> +</tr><tr> +<td colspan="2"> </td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Marie</span></td> +<td><span class="sc2">Miss Nance O'Neil</span></td> +</tr></table> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>CAST OF CHARACTERS</h2> +<table style="width:60%; margin-left:20%"> +<colgroup><col style="width:35%"><col style="width:65%"></colgroup> +<tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Mr. Brauer</span></td> +<td>Proprietor of a large country estate</td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Mrs. Brauer</span></td> +<td>His wife</td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Gertrude</span></td> +<td>Their daughter</td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">George Von Harten</span></td> +<td>Their nephew</td> +</tr><tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="sc2">An old Gypsy Woman</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Haffner</span></td> +<td>Assistant Pastor</td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Mr. Paul</span></td> +<td>Overseer</td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Katie</span></td> +<td>Housekeeper</td> +</tr><tr> +<td colspan="2"><span class="sc2">Servant Girl</span></td> +</tr><tr> +<td colspan="2"> </td> +</tr><tr> +<td style="text-align:right"><i>and</i></td> +<td> </td> +</tr><tr> +<td colspan="2"> </td> +</tr><tr> +<td><span class="sc2">Marie</span></td> +<td>A Foundling</td> +</tr><tr> +<td colspan="2"> </td> +</tr><tr> +<td colspan="2"><p style="text-indent:5%"><i>Time of action, about 1880</i></p></td> +</tr><tr> +<td colspan="2"><p style="text-indent:5%"><i>Place of action, Pomerania</i> (<i>Prussia</i>)</td> +</tr></table> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h1>THE FIRES OF ST. JOHN</h1> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>ACT ONE</h2> +<br> +<p class="hang3"><i>Breakfast-room at the Brauer residence. The back wall is +formed by three glass doors, separated by marble pillars. Behind this, the +veranda is visible, and balustrade, hung with fine rug, and stairs, leading into +the garden. The glass doors have practical, solid wooden shutters, with bars, +fastening inside. Doors R. and L. Large table C. with breakfast laid. Front, to +the left, sofa, table and easy-chair. To the right, sewing-machine, and basket +filled with table-linen. Old-fashioned photos and engravings on walls. +Otherwise, well-to-do family home.</i></p> + +<p class="continue"><i>Time of day: Morning.</i></p> + + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Gertrude + </span><i>busy at breakfast-table</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters with </i><span class="sc2">Paul</span>, <i>from R</i>.] +Confound it! Everything seems to go wrong this morning! + +<p class="right">[<i>Throws his cap on chair, angrily</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Happily</i>.] Good-morning, papa!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Morning, my child. Such carelessness! You ought to be ashamed +of yourself. If this thing had happened earlier in the season, out on the +meadows--but at this time of the year--!!! Oh! Confound it all, anyway!!!!! It +is inexcusable!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What is the matter, papa?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The black cow has been overfed. But of course, when Marie is +not about to look after everything, things go to rack and ruin. Well, man, what +excuse are you going to make?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">None, Mr. Brauer.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now that's the most sensible thing you have said this morning. +Here, take a cigar and get to work; but mind! send for the veterinary surgeon at +once. Have you had breakfast?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, sir!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then what the devil are you waiting for?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I--I--I wanted to excuse myself, and----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Impatiently</i>.] It's all right! it's all right!</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Remains--hesitatingly</i>.] G--Good-morning!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I--I have something else to tell you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then out with it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal"> +[<i>With a glance at </i><span class="sc2">Gertrude</span>.] But----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">H'm! Gertrude, darling, will you please see if it is still +threatening rain?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa!<span style="letter-spacing:10px"> </span> [<i>Goes +out on the veranda</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Confidentially</i>.] The old hag has turned up again.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Alarmed</i>.] Wha---- The devil you say! H'm! Who--who has +seen her?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">She was seen begging in the village--and last night, one of my +men observed her creeping stealthily around the sheds yonder.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Scratching his head</i>.] Yes, yes! I had almost +forgotten. She has served her last sentence--fully five years!--we have been +free from her annoying presence and now, she has returned. Well, what does she +want?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">She has heard her daughter is about to be married, she says.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Laughs</i>.] <i>Her</i> daughter? ha, ha! I see! no doubt +she has learned of Gertrude's betrothal. Well? and----</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And so she has come to get her share of the wedding-cake--so +she says; but she dare not venture here.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, I should advise her to keep a respectful distance. Take +good care, Mr. Paul, that she approaches no one of this house. Do you hear? No +one. I will see the constable myself; and perhaps we'll soon get rid of her +again. Good-morning.</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-morning, Mr. Brauer.<span style="letter-spacing:10px"> + </span> [<i>Exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] Shall I pour your coffee, papa?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What? My little one looking after the breakfast, eh? Can you +do all that?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh papa! if I couldn't do even that----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But Marie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal"> +Oh, of course--not as well as she--you must have patience with me, papa!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why certainly, my pet! [<i>Embraces her</i>.] And now, let me +see--how many days are you left to me?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Only four more days, papa.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now, you rascal! must you leave me? must you go and marry, eh? +must you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But papa, dear, it is all your own arrangement!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Of course, of course! what is a poor old man to do? Have you +seen George this morning? [<span class="sc2">Gertrude + </span><i>shakes her head</i>.] +Such sloth! He does nothing but sleep, sleep, sleep.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">He worked until very late last night, papa. At dawn this +morning I saw his light still burning; and then it was past three o'clock.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, I must admit, he is diligent and industrious--but also +stubborn--damned stubborn. [<i>The last is said almost to himself. Aloud</i>.] +Has mama been down?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, not yet.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And Marie? has she returned?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">She arrived by the early morning train.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And how nearly finished is the lover's nest, eh?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Only one more trip to the city, I believe she said.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, and do you like the arrangement?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I don't know, papa dear. I am kept entirely in the dark. It is +to be a surprise to me. Oh, I will like it very much indeed, I think.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And are you happy, my pet?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, papa, dear, I sometimes feel as if I didn't deserve all +this happiness.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, my dear, a housewife who calls these soft-boiled eggs, +certainly does not deserve such happiness.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Embarrassed</i>.] I only boiled them about three-quarters +of an hour----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ha, ha, ha, ha!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I beg your pardon, papa, I will----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">There, there, I was only joking; never mind it. And Marie, I +suppose, is taking her rest now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If she only would do so. Papa, you must compel her to take a +rest. No one can endure such a strain. One day she is looking after this house, +and the next day she is in the city, furnishing our new home; and the nights she +passes on the train. I am sure she will break down.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, well, I will look after that.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters from L</i>.] Good-morning!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Morning! Well?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Throws her arms around her mother</i>.] Good-morning, mama +dear!</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Caressing her</i>.] My sweet! my pet! only four more +good-mornings, and then----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You must come to visit me soon, mama!</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Crying</i>.] Visit? ah, yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No tears now, no tears, I beg of you! Tears on an empty +stomach--b-r-r-r-r-r, that's poison.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My darling, who dressed your hair last night?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The housekeeper.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">There! I knew Marie could not have done that. But do you +know--Marie--a few moments ago I opened her door softly, to see how she was +resting, and found her still fully dressed, just as she came from the train, +seated at the open window, a book in her lap, and staring out into space.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, well, well! I thought her passion for novels had passed +away long ago.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I've been thinking--we must watch her more closely.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">She needs no one to watch over her! She is well able to take +care of herself; but we must spare her----</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But, Henry, just now--three days before the wedding--who could +think of sparing one's self?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, you know--h'm----</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Henry, you know how I love the girl; but, good gracious, she +is not our own dear, sweet one----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, she is more than that, mama dear.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are entirely too modest, my darling.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, just imagine, mama dear, she was going to be +married--and I remained at home----</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then we would retain our sunshine, our consolation, our---- [<i>Looking +at breakfast table with a questioning expression</i>.] But, children, I can't +understand----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What, mama dear?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Gracious! Everything is so--so-- [<i>Topsy-turvy indicated by +action</i>.] If she is not going to sleep, she may as well come down here----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Laughingly caressing her mama</i>.] There, you see, mama, +dear, not even a single meal can you eat without her.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">George von Harten </span><i>enters</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, at last you have aroused yourself; you----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Interrupts him, tapping his hand</i>.] There, softly, +softly, dear uncle; don't begin scolding so early in the morning.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't you think it's pretty near time to call me father, my +boy?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Not until after the wedding, dear uncle.--Good-morning, +auntie. [<i>Kissing her hand</i>.] Well, little one? [<i>Kissing her</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Leans on him lovingly</i>.] My George. [<i>Laughs suddenly</i>.] +Oh, just look! he is simply covered with hay!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then you may make yourself useful by brushing me off.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The hayloft seems to be your favorite sleeping-place lately.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Sleep? Heavens! who could sleep in this weather? I roam about. +Lord knows where, over meadows and fields. Such St. John days!!! It's enough to +drive one mad. The days never seem to end. Late last night I was sitting in +front of my window. Said I to myself: "No sleep for me to-night, until that +cursed nightingale runs out of melody"--when suddenly a meadow-lark announces +the break of day--and there, it's morning. To the left, the twilight: to the +right, the dawn, peacefully together. From glow to glow a new day arises. +Children, I tell you, it was beautiful. Give me a cup of coffee.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But, tell me! Are you going to remain here now?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, certainly, until after the wedding.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But the propriety of such a thing----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Imploringly</i>.] Oh, papa dear----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Its immaterial to me. Under no circumstances do I desire to +offend your sense of propriety; but then I will stay down at the inn, as the +nearest place.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And in the morning you will bring us the house full of fleas.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But, Henry----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, it's so.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If you will allow me! The wedding was set for the twentieth; +therefore I obtained my first furlough from the nineteenth--and I trust you +realize that I can't change the dates to suit myself. I arrived on the +twentieth--and the wedding, of course--it was postponed.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But, George dear, neither your home, nor anything else was +ready.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And besides, where am I to go? My own home is broken up; Marie +has had everything torn up. By the way, has she returned?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Nods</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, what's the matter? Have you two had another quarrel?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, certainly not; but I should not have allowed the girl to +make a drudge of herself for my sake. I almost wish I had remained at home.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, she is not doing all this for your sake, but for mine.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now there, don't be conceited.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Caressing her</i>.] I think she has cause to be conceited.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">As my future wife, she certainly has cause to be that.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">There, there, don't you overrate yourself.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I don't, dear uncle; I am too practical for that.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">So, so, you are too practical, eh? then what the devil +possessed you to leave this piece of paper on my desk? eh?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Uncle, I beg of you, don't let us begin quarreling so early in +the day.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Angry still</i>.] Very well, but what does it mean?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It is simply a statement of my affairs. I am a free and +independent man, and that is to show you that I am not only willing but also +able to properly support my wife.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Still worked up</i>.] But I tell you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters R</i>.] Oh--pardon me, papa--good-morning!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Throws arms around her</i>.] Marie!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Kisses her</i>.] My darling!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>She goes to </i><span class="sc2">Brauer </span><i>and +kisses his hand</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are back all right, I see! Here, here! [<i>Puts hand under +her chin</i>.] Head thrown back, I say--why, what's the matter? anything gone +wrong with you, eh?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Uncertain</i>.] N--no!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>To his wife</i>.] Look at her--she is positively livid.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What is the matter, my child?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Mama, dear, I sat up all night in the train and have had no +sleep at all.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And how much longer will it take you----?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Only one more trip to town,--but pardon me, papa, the new +assistant pastor is at the gate and----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Who?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The new assistant pastor.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Gertrude + </span><i>snickers</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>To </i><span class="sc2">Gertrude</span>.] What are you +laughing at?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pulling at </i><span class="sc2">Marie's </span><i>skirt +and can hardly keep from bursting out laughing</i>.] I--I--oh, I am not +laughing.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>To </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] But what does he +want?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">He says he does not wish to disturb the ladies so early in the +morning, and asks you to please come out----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Nonsense! tell him to come in.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-morning, Marie.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-morning, George.<span style="letter-spacing:10px"> + </span> [<i>Exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Gertrude, come here. Now remember, my dear, such conduct is +not at all becoming to a full-grown young lady.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My dear, sweet papa, I am so ashamed of myself--I--I'll never +do it again--never. But it's so funny--ha, ha, ha! he is gone on Marie----</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My dear, remember you are now a bride and it would be far more +proper to say----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Smitten with her?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Somewhat reproachfully</i>.] George!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Sh, sh--silence! + +<p class="right">[<i>During following scene</i>, <span class="sc2">Marie </span><i> +noiselessly clears off the table</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> +<br> +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] I should not have dared to annoy the ladies +at this early hour, if----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Laughingly</i>.] Eight o'clock is not so very early in the +country, my dear Pastor; you will soon learn that here.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And how is the good old pastor?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Doubtfully shrugging his shoulders</i>.] Well!</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Alarmed</i>.] He is not worse, I hope?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">At the age of eighty, my dear lady, one cannot be said to be +growing stronger.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, I see, Pastor, you are somewhat of a philosopher. Will you +take something?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are very kind. A good glass of brandy is half the morning +sun.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now that is a manly word, Pastor.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh! thank you! Your health!<span style="letter-spacing:10px"> + </span> [<i>Drinks</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Will you take something, George?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No thank you, uncle, not now.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">When did you arrive, Pastor?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Just three weeks ago.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And do you like our town?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very much indeed, thank you. I find the whole world beautiful; +but the surroundings here are exceptionally so. Yes, this place to me seems +doubly attractive, for here every one seems smiling and happy---- Pardon me. +Miss, you have dropped the napkin.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>smilingly bows her +acknowledgment</i>.]</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Gertrude + </span><i>exits, stifling a laugh</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pastor, you will pardon this rudeness, she is still a child.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, certainly, certainly; for she is right. I have not yet +been able to overcome my old tendency to play the gallant in the presence of +ladies--and in this frock--I know--I must look somewhat ridiculous.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Tell me. Pastor, how did you happen to obtain this position?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, you see, that, too, is partly connected with this coat. +There were four of us, classmates--who, after graduating, were eagerly awaiting +the call to save the sinful world--and among them, myself the only one who was, +what you might say, in fairly good financial circumstances. We were now and then +compelled, first one and then the other, to present ourselves at the board of +directors--and as a consequence my coat suffered severely. Now it really never +fitted any one of my comrades and at my suggestion we finally purchased a coat, +that came nearer fitting each of us, striking a happy medium, as it were, to +every one's satisfaction. Then, about four weeks ago, an ex-fellow-student--the +curate of the cathedral--came to us, with this information: "Ye holy men, list +ye to me. In yon Lithuanian mountains lives a minister of the gospel, who, on +account of his extreme age and feebleness, is incapacitated from properly +performing his duties. And as there are four of you, I propose that you draw +straws and leave it to chance who shall be the favored one." At that the others +unanimously declared: "No, he who has shared with us his clothing shall be the +favored one"--and--well, here I am and, I fear, not half as pious as I look.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, courage, Pastor, courage----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pray do not think that I am ashamed of my calling; believe me, +like our Lord and Master, my heart aches for suffering humanity, and therefore +it has ever been my desire to follow in His footsteps. Besides, it was my +father's wish. You must know my father is a well-to-do farmer--there are no +really large estates in the lowlands--but he has considerable--yes, I might say, +a great deal of money--and owing to my early surroundings, I'm afraid I am much +better suited for a farmer than a minister of the gospel. But I will not give +up, and continue to struggle and rid myself of all my bad habits. Your health!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Do you know, Pastor, I am beginning to like you! Do you wish +to remain here and take the old pastor's place?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I really would like----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very well, my vote you shall have!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are very kind, indeed. With such a position I should be +quite content, and to complete my happiness----but, by-the-bye, the object of my +visit was, really, the bridal-sermon. I am afraid our good old pastor will not +be able now----</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Simultaneously</i>.] Will not be equal to the exertion, +you mean; ah--I feared as much.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Therefore, if you will allow me--unless you desired some one +else----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pastor, if we had not already heard you in the pulpit I would +deny your request, point blank, as you are practically a stranger to us. But +your ways and sentiments please me, and therefore--what say you, wife? [<i>She +nods</i>.]--And you, George?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I don't know; but unless I am very much mistaken, there is +already a great deal of sympathy between us, eh, Pastor?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now I must confess that is rather meaningless, at least so far +as I am concerned; for my sympathy extends towards the whole world.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">At any rate I am glad----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Jestingly</i>.] Then will you kindly leave us for awhile? +I desire to inquire into your past record.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Shakes his finger laughingly</i>.] With pleasure, if you +promise not to be too severe on me.<span style="letter-spacing:10px"> </span> +[<i>Exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now, then, with your kind permission, I will take a few +notes----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Certainly, Pastor!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">This young gentleman, your nephew, is especially close to the +family, is he not?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Correct!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pardon me, but may I ask in what way?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I will tell you. Pastor. It was in the year '67, when we had +here in East Prussia, a terrible drought--a year of distress and--do you +remember anything about it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very little, as I was then still quite young.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, it was terrible! Potatoes and fodder rotted before +ripening. Of wheat and rye hardly a trace. We farmers, I tell you--! Then it +was, when my brother-in-law, the husband of my sainted sister, whose estates +were in the neighboring township yonder, realized one day his financial ruin and +with all his aristocratic pride--you understand--he saw no other way--he +resorted to the pistol--he committed suicide.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And the--your sister, still lives?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Thank God, no! but from that day----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pardon the interruption; but I have heard your daughter, Miss +Marie, called "the calamity child" by some of the villagers. Has that any +connection with this year of distress?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And you didn't know that, Pastor--how she came into our house? +Well, during that same terrible winter, we were returning one night, my husband +and myself, from the town, where we had at our own expense erected a +soup-kitchen--when suddenly, at the corner of the woods yonder, where the road +makes a sharp turn, our horses shied--and there, in the middle of the road, we +saw lying, a woman, with a child pressed closely to her bosom. She refused to +stir and begged us to put her out of her misery. Of course, we took her into the +sleigh at once--ah, she was in an awful condition----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I tell you, Pastor, it was months before we could rid the +blankets of vermin.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And the child, the poor little thing----! But after being +bathed and fed, and lying there, between the clean white covers, we both stood +over its bed--the little thing, with its pinched face, laughed at us and +stretched out its tiny hands--my husband said to me: "Wife, I believe this is +our share of all this sorrow and misery that heaven has sent us."</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For you must know. Pastor, that our own daughter, Gertrude was +then not yet born.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, not until three years later. Well, we bought the child +from that miserable, drunken woman, in proper, legal form--determined and glad +to get rid of her, for she did smell so of gin, I could not endure it any +longer.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">That is what the worst drunkards in these parts prefer to +brandy.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Unfortunately!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But to come back to my nephew----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pardon me, another question. What became of the mother?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, that is a bad story--and just to-day----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh--nothing, nothing. Anyway--that woman really did return, +and as we did not want the child to see her, we gave her more money. Of course +she remembered that and so finally she became a positive plague.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, Henry, I have often thought since, perhaps a mother's +heart prompted her----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You think so, eh? Then perhaps a mother's heart also prompted +her to steal at the same time! for every time she honored us with a visit, +something or other disappeared, until I grew suspicious, had her watched, she +was caught red-handed--and, of course, a long term in prison was the result.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And the girl--does she know or suspect anything at all?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">We told her, her mother was dead. But one day she really did +see her.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How did that misfortune happen?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It was on her confirmation day, just as the girls left the +church in a body, when we heard a cry. What had happened? Why, that woman had +been lying in wait for the procession; when suddenly she appeared, seized her +child, and kneeling before her in the road, passionately covered her hands and +feet with kisses.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Shuddering</i>.] Horrible!!!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I tore the child from her arms, of course, and carried her +into the house. We had to make some kind of an explanation; a drunken vagabond, +I told her! Did she believe it?--H'm?--Then she fell ill----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And how is it now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Humorously</i>.] Why, Pastor, you seem very much +interested.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>. <span class="sc2">Gertrude </span><i>follows him in</i>.] I presume I +am pretty well done by this time.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">We haven't even started with your case. The pastor is +interested in something of far greater importance.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With meaning and moved</i>.] You must not believe that, +Mr. von Harten; but there are lives whose fates are surrounded by so much +mystery---- [<i>with a glance at </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>, <i>who +enters L. with package of linen</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Who follows his glance</i>.] Yes, yes, you are right.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If you will allow me, I will call again about the sermon.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Giving him her hand</i>.] Pastor, you know you are always +welcome in this house.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Give my regards to our good old pastor. Towards evening we +will see him, as usual.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I had almost forgotten! He desires me to ask you kindly, +should you again favor him with eggnog, to please add a little more sugar, for +the last was a trifle tart.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, of course, the poor old soul.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Do not say that, madame; for when the time has come when all +our wishes and hopes and desires are concentrated upon a small quantity of +sweets, our sufferings are near the end. And now, adieu. Miss Marie, adieu.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Preoccupied</i>.] Adieu.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Pastor </span><i>exits, accompanied by </i><span class="sc2"> +Brauer </span>.]</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Gertrude + </span><i>enters</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't be afraid dear, no one will scold you.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh mama, I'm so ashamed of myself. When he arrived he seemed +so jolly--and now--I am sure he is offended.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">He was not offended, dear, only a little grave.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">At any rate, what do you think of him, Marie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Glancing up from her work, sorting linen</i>.] Of whom, +mama dear?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, the new pastor.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh mama, my mind is so occupied, I hadn't given him a thought.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Aside to </i><span class="sc2">George</span>.] Now you tell +her, George.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Gertrude, how about our manzanillo-tree--any blossoms this +morning?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You don't mean to say you haven't looked after that beloved +tree of yours this morning?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I have had no time, mama dear.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>To </i><span class="sc2">George</span>.] Now tell her.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, both Gertrude and myself insist, that you cease this +endless drudgery for our sakes; it isn't right.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie</span>, <i>humming, pays no heed--looks into space</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">See, she is not even listening.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What's that you are singing?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I--? Was I singing?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well then, humming.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh yes, last night at the station I heard a strange song--some +one in a fourth-class coach was singing. Listen. [<i>Sings</i>.] "Zwirio czenay, +zwirio tenay--kam'mano bernyczo--Rid wid wil dai dai--Ne'r mano bernyczo."</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And the Lithuanian text--you memorized it just from hearing +it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Certainly.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, where did you learn all that?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, I have always known it.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And could you translate it readily?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, it means nothing, really--[<i>makes one or two attempts</i>.]--"here"--no! +"I look here and I look there--where may be my lover? Rid wid will dai +dai--Nowhere is my lover!"</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters during this, unseen by her, puts arms around her. +She shrieks</i>.] There, there--[<i>caressing her</i>.] Patience, my darling, +some day you will have one--perhaps very soon. Why, what's the matter, dear?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Leans on him in tearless sobbing</i>.] Oh, you have +frightened me so!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What is the matter with you this morning? What has happened?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I have already told you, nothing.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Tut, tut! something has gone wrong! I can see it--and now, I +demand that you tell me the truth.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, then--yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What is it? Come, come, out with it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Some one attacked me.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Attacked you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Not far from here.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">As you came from the station?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, I never--but everyone around here knows you and your +character; how did he look? was it a vagabond?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Hesitatingly</i>.] N--No. It was--a gentleman----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Did he lay hands on you, or even try to touch you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But you say he attacked you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Attacked me--yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You mean he followed you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How far?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">As far as the gate, which I opened quickly and then he +disappeared.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>To the others</i>.] Now, what do you say to that? [<span class="sc2">George </span><i> +shrugs his shoulders</i>.] There is something queer about it all. [<i>To </i><span class="sc2"> +Marie</span>.] And that is what upset you so?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I am already much composed.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Raises her head</i>.] Yes--you look it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, papa, don't torment her so.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now, then, go and take a good nap.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Not yet, papa dear, I can't. I must speak with George first. +About the large bookcase--I really don't know where to place it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But you can do that later, can't you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I fear I might forget it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very well; I am going down to look after the cow. Will you +come, wife?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Rising and putting up her handwork</i>.] Yes, dear.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>To </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] And one thing +more,--don't you put your foot outside of the gate without an escort hereafter! +Understand? Not once!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But why not, papa dear?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">After what has happened? But I never heard of such a +thing--never, as long as I----</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But, Henry, in broad daylight, it is hardly necessary----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No matter; I have my reasons for that; besides--well, I'll +tell you later.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>In passing taps </i><span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>on +cheek</i>.] Now, pet, go and take a good rest.<span style="letter-spacing:10px"> + </span> [<i>Both exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You must go, too, Gertrude!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Peevishly</i>.] But why should I?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You know, dear, your future home----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, yes; those stupid furnishings! Do you know, I don't think +a wedding half so much fun as Christmas. Now don't be long, will you? [<i>Exit</i>.]</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Pause</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why so deep in thought, suddenly?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I--? Oh, I was thinking. I was picturing to myself that cosy +little nook, your corner room!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, dear, how can I ever thank you for all the----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't speak of it, George, for I take great delight in having +the furniture moved about; and then, I say to myself: "Here is where they will +take their tea, and there they will while away their leisure hours"--so---- But, +what I meant to tell you! Yesterday we had an accident--the large mirror in the +parlor was broken. I know it portends ill----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What care I, so long as our friendship will not be broken.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But why should it?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It shall never be my fault, Marie.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Certainly never mine. But what I wanted to say,--I had the +large mahogany bookcase repolished. Is that satisfactory?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Anything you choose to do is satisfactory to me.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Hesitatingly</i>.] And then--I must tell you, George, +something important. When I unpacked the bookcase, I found a blue manuscript.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Unsuspecting</i>.] What kind of a manuscript?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George, you must not leave that lying around--not even hidden +behind the books, especially now, when you take your wife to your home.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">In heaven's name, what manuscript?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I believe--it contains some poems----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You believe--it contains some poems. I have missed it since +early last winter; I thought I had lost it. Marie, now tell me truthfully, have +you read its contents?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">N--no!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then why do you tell me not to leave it around?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, I read the first part, and had begun on the second, when +I concluded to go no further.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And you really looked no further than the first? Absolutely no +further?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Can you swear to that?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I can!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then swear!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I swear! Are you satisfied?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, thank heaven! But you must not imagine for a moment that +the book contains anything I am ashamed of; on the contrary, I consider it so +sacred I would not have it desecrated by a stranger's eye. About four years ago, +something occurred within me--within my soul. No one knows--no one could even +guess, and no one shall ever know.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No one? Not even I?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal"> +No, not even you. But where is the book? Give it to me!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Turns up stage and takes it from her bosom</i>.] Here it +is.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How shall I ever thank you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I want you to do me one favor. Will you promise me?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If it's in my power, certainly!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then I must first confess to you. A few moments ago, when papa +questioned me, I deceived him. I was attacked last night--yes--but not by a man, +but by a woman--a Lithuanian woman. George, that woman was my mother!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But I understood your mother was dead.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no; that is not so. Not one of you ever told me the truth. +On the day of my confirmation I was waylaid by that very same woman--I cannot +have been mistaken.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come, tell me, how did it happen?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I was walking along quietly--'twas already dawning--when +suddenly a gaunt form arose from the ditch beside the road. I looked, and saw +before me a miserable beggarwoman, who called out to me in a trembling voice: +"Marie--Madame--Daughter!" I turned cold in fear and horror, and, unable to +utter one sound, I began to run; and I ran, ran, ran, and behind me I only heard +her agonizing call: "My Marie--my daughter!" And so, I ran away from my own +mother. And now, after a few hours' thought, I realize I did wrong. I must see +her and speak to her, and learn from her own lips who and what I am; and as papa +has forbidden me to leave this house--I would go in spite of him, but I have a +fear--I beg of you, George, dear, go to her, I implore you, find her for me--she +cannot be far away, and----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And then?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then bring her to me, into the garden, or, better still, into +this room towards evening, when papa and mama are calling on the old pastor----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, I cannot do that!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The first time I ask a favor of you--and you say you cannot do +it?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, dear, listen to me! You have been so kind to me of +late--and that has not always been so; but if you had sacrificed for me even +more than your own comfort and rest, I--I could not do it--I could not deceive +your father and mother, for I fear the consequences.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then can't you understand that, a foundling though I am, a +desire might come over me to see my own mother, though she be but a common +beggar and an outcast? That I might want to lay my head on her shoulder and be +petted and fondled, and cry myself to sleep on mine--on my own mother's breast?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Are you not fondled, are you not petted--has mama not always +been kind to you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, but it is not the same--not the same. Never have I felt +the desire, the demand within me for my own flesh and blood, as just now.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But why just now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Imploringly</i>.] Because my heart is bursting. Oh, +George!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I cannot. I dare not do it!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then you refuse me?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You know I must!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then have you forgotten what took place in there, in your +heart, four years ago?</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Pause</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, you have read my manuscript!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, I read it. Will you do it now?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, you have sworn falsely!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Shrugging her shoulders</i>.] Will you do as I ask?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">'Tis well! I will do as you ask!!!!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Curtain</i>.]</p> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h3>END OF THE FIRST ACT.</h3> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>ACT TWO</h2> +<br> +<p class="normal"><i>The same scene as Act I</i>. + +<p class="hang3">[<span class="sc2">Marie</span>, <i>seated, with some linen in her lap, at the +sewing-machine, looking dreamily out of the window</i>.]</p> +<br> + +<h3>Housekeeper Katie.</h3> +<br> +<p class="right">[<i>In door R</i>.]</p> +<p class="normal">May I come in, Miss Marie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, is that you? Yes, come in!</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I see you are working on Miss Gertrude's wedding outfit. How +beautiful, fit for a princess. But what I wanted to ask you: Madame has given me +the menu for the wedding feast, and as to fish, it calls for carp. Now you know +I am economical, but carp--common carp----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, carp is a very fine fish----</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh yes, and good enough for--say--your wedding feast; but not +good enough for Miss Gertrude.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For my wedding feast even carp is too good.</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh no; carp is not too good for you, though it may be good +enough--and do you know I will prepare a special Polish sauce--but Miss +Gertrude--she must have deep sea fish. Now will you see Madame about that, +please?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very well, I will speak to mama about it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And you are not offended?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh no!</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For, after all, you know, you are only a foundling.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh yes, I know.</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But we all love you, Miss Marie, and----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Thank you. But have you seen Mr. von Harten this morning?</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, I have not! But I have some good news for you--the +assistant pastor has fallen deeply in love with you.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes?</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And he is going to ask for your hand!!! I always said you were +a lucky girl. Just think, you may be a St. John's-bride.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And what is a St. John's-bride?</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>You</i> don't know that, Miss Marie? Well, I'll tell you. +It is written in the new seal of Solomonis: "Whoever shall give or receive their +first kiss on St. John's eve, their love is sealed and they will be faithful +unto death." So it is written in the new seal of Solomonis.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="right">[<i>Enter C., hands behind her, with bouquet</i>.]</p> + +<p class="normal">Marie, I have something for you. No, first I want Katie to +leave the room. Go now, go!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I am going--I am going!!!!!!!!! <span style="letter-spacing:10px"> + </span> [<i>Exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Shut your eyes now! [<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>does so, +as </i><span class="sc2">Gertrude </span><i>holds bouquet to </i> +<span class="sc2">Marie's </span><i>face</i>.] Now what is it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The tulip-tree! the first blossoms from our manzanillo-tree! +It blooms--it blooms!!! [<i>Burying her face in the flowers</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Are you glad, Marie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, darling, so glad!!! Thank you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And do you know who picked them?--George!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For me?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, of course, for you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">He--did this--for me?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">He would do even more than that for me, I am sure!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh yes, certainly! But where is he now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I don't know!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Did he say he had to go somewhere?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, he had to go out on the fields, he said--and that was +quite some time ago. I wanted to accompany him, I begged and begged, but he +flatly refused to let me go.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Breathing heavily</i>.] Oh!!!!!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I don't know how it is; but to-day he is acting so strangely. +Papa has asked for him several times--and do you know, dear, at times he is not +at all pleasant to me!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But why should he----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">That's just it! why should he? Oh, if I only knew--if I was +only certain he loved me--and then, another thing--I don't know if I should tell +you--I have a growing fear, some other girl will take him away from me.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With forced laugh</i>.] Away from you, dear? how could +that be possible?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh yes, you may laugh; but at times, when he looks at me, I +see a strange look come in his eyes. Half affection--half pity--and I don't want +to be pitied! Why should he? Am I not happy?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Caressing her</i>.] Yes, dear; you ought to be very, very +happy.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> +<p class="normal">But I cannot rid myself of the fear, perhaps he really loves +another and is only taking compassion on me! Oh, if I only knew----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> +<p class="normal">But, my darling----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For you see, I am still so young--and think, how ill-mannered +I was only this morning! I was so sorry afterwards--but I do love to laugh. [<i>Laughs</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With strange y desperate tone of voice</i>.] And you shall +laugh--laugh--laugh--so--so!!!!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Mama, too, insists that my love for him is only that of a +child and not of a woman and a bride; but you see she would rather I'd not marry +at all and so remain at home with her all my life. But you will be good to her, +won't you? You will soon be her only one.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I----?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I shall soon know whose only one I am!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What are you saying?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>As </i><span class="sc2">George </span><i>enters</i>.] +There he is!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Gertrude </span><i>runs towards him</i>. +<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>takes a few steps, then hesitates and stops</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pulling him, as she runs towards him</i>.] Oh, George!!! [<i>Then</i>] +Confound you!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Reproachfully</i>.] <i>Gertrude!!!!!!</i></p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Crushed</i>.] Why, what did I say?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Lovingly</i>.] Now listen to me, little one. Such language +may be excusable in your papa, but never in my bride.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pouting</i>.] Everything I say seems to displease you. You +never find fault with Marie! You can go and marry her!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie does not want to marry me.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My very best thanks, George!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For what?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Picking up bouquet</i>.] For this!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, don't mention it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Were you out in the fields?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa is angry with you, too. He is looking for you!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh yes--I know----! Well?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">In what direction did you go?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I have been everywhere.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And have you found----?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What was he to find?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, what was I to find? But, children, your tulip-tree is +certainly a strange fellow. There he stands, blooming alone, like the last rose +of summer----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My great-grandfather brought it from South America!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>To </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] And that is why you +love it so, because it is so foreign and strange?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Busy with linen</i>.] Perhaps!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, that is not the reason----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well then, what is it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I'm going to tell on you. One day papa took her to the Opera, +down in the city; there they saw the African----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">"L'Africaine," you mean?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes, that's what she called it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Gertrude, please don't----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">In that play occurs a poison-tree--I think----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, a manzanillo-tree!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes; and whosoever inhales the odor of its blossoms must +die. And do you know what she did? Oh, yes, I did the same--we would go to this +tree, smell of its blossoms, and lay down----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">To die?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">To die.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now you can imagine, George, how long ago that must have been.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, it was long, long ago. But about four years ago, one day +Marie really wanted to die very badly.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>casts a frightened glance at </i><span class="sc2"> +George</span>, <i>who returns it thoughtfully</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But we didn't.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, thank heaven. Now, little one, run along and tell papa +that I am here.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, will you come, too?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No; I think I will remain here a little while longer.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then I'll stay, too.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now, little one----</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Gertrude + </span><i>exits with a sigh</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Quickly and suppressed</i>.] Did you find her? [<span class="sc2">George </span><i> +nods</i>.] Will she come? Why don't you answer?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, when you exacted this promise from me this morning, I +did not realize what it meant. I had never seen your--I don't want to speak that +word--I had never seen this person until to-day. She must not come to this +house, secretly--she must not!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Take uncle into your confidence, at least.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no one--no one but you!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What do you want with her? You know you belong to this house. +Here you have everything your heart desires. Here you have love--here you +have----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Interrupts him</i>.] Bread! Why don't you say it? Yes, +here I have bread!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I did not mean to say that.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No; but I did! And do I not earn it, as well as the little +love I obtain in this house? I am "The Calamity Child"--and I do not ask for +charity.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You seem to be possessed of the very devil to-day!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Perhaps!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I implore you, do not insist. I fear the consequence. You will +see! for whatever is done against nature, punishes itself.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And is it against nature when a child cries out for its own +mother?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">She is not your mother; your mother is in this house.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Gertrude's mother is in this house, not mine. A mother must +feel for her child, she must see----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Sh--sh!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Enter </i><span class="sc2">Gertrude</span>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You two are continually talking in whispers; can't you tell <i> +me</i>? It makes me so unhappy!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Caressing her</i>.] But darling, it is all done for your +sake!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>During this</i>, <span class="sc2">George </span><i>looks at +her disapprovingly, while </i><span class="sc2">Marie </span> +<i>casts a timid glance at him</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] At last you have come. Where in thunder have +you been all day? It almost seemed to me as if you were trying to avoid me!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But, uncle----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, girls, have you prepared the pastor's eggnog?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I had entirely forgotten it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then see to it at once. And don't forget the sugar, you know.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And Gertrude dear, you can go and help her. It is time you +were learning to do something yourself.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I hardly think it will be ready in time to take with you and +mama.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then bring it later--yourself.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a glance at </i><span class="sc2">George</span>.] +Could not Gertrude bring it, papa? I have so much work to do!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, papa!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes, you shall!--bring it up when done; and mind, you +remain at the pastor's as long as your mother and I, this time. Understand?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, papa dear! The last time, the old pastor insisted upon +holding my hand in his so long; and they are so cold and clammy, so shriveled +and hairy, like the hands of the dead!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come here, my child. Those hairy hands once christened you, +and at your confirmation the same shriveled hands were laid upon your head and +invoked for you the blessings of heaven; and would you, after all that, refuse +to hold them in your own warm young hands? My daughter, I do not wish to hear +that again. [<i>Kisses her</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Slowly has approached </i><span class="sc2">George</span>. <i> +Softly, aside to him</i>.] You will do as I ask?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And now, leave us.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>and </i><span class="sc2">Gertrude </span><i>exit</i>.]</p> + +<p class="normal">"Now, then, comes your turn," says the stork to the worm.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Looking after the girls, turns</i>.] I suppose so, but +take a care, uncle, I am not so easily digested.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">We shall see! We shall see!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What do you want with me? My financial condition is +satisfactory. I have a good position, and my future is assured. I desire to +enjoy the results of my own labors, not those of yours.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">So, so!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, dear uncle. If you were so determined upon giving a large +dowry, you should have found another husband for Gertrude than myself.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Riled</i>.] Oh, hang you and your confounded pride!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, I am proud; and because of my pride and determination, +and, I may say, defiance, I have become what I am!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Rather arrogantly</i>.] And was there no diligence?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">That, also, was nothing but defiance.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I almost believe you are determined to create another rumpus, +as you did twelve years ago.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If necessary, yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And was it necessary, even then?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal"> +You ask me that question? When one day I came here, during vacation from +college, you insisted upon my attending your church. I refused. You gave me my +choice, either to do as you asked, or have my allowance cut off. Then I resolved +in my mind never to comply with your command, in spite of everything. Oh, it is +no pleasure to hunger, as I was forced to do then; but you may believe me, as I +stand before you now, a free and independent man, I owe all of it to my stubborn +confidence in myself, looking neither to right nor left, but straight ahead, +without concessions, without falsehoods, always able to look every man straight +in the face. And this good conscience is my proudest possession. From it do I +draw all my strength, and I will never give it up.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, who the devil asked you to give it up?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And one thing more. Of course, I belong to this house; fate +has made it my lot. Therefore it has ever been far from my mind to seek a wife +elsewhere, so strongly attached do I feel myself to this house; and that would +have been impossible, had I not from that day been a free man. And now, dear +uncle, you are at heart a good and kind man; but your hand is heavy, and it must +not lie upon me again as that of the master. For that reason do I refuse to +touch even one penny of the dowry, now or any other time.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">So, so! Then you are really afraid of me?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Afraid of you? Bah!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And at heart you are nothing but a coward!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Uncle, I forbid you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>You</i> forbid me? Ha! This is my house, and here I am the +master!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">George </span><i>shrugs his shoulders</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes; it seems to annoy you to have any one keep an eye on +you and your conduct----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My life has been as an open book to this day.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But after to-day--what about that? Who can look into the +future? Who can look into your heart and read your thoughts? Who knows what may +happen over night, eh?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Uncle, these are insults I will not endure, even from you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>Well</i>! What then! Come on! [<i>Jumps up, facing him, +ready to fight</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters, ready to go out, dressed</i>.] Henry, what on +earth have you done to Gertrude? She is in her room, crying as if her heart +would break.</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>has also come in with </i><span class="sc2"> +Mrs. Brauer </span>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How is the eggnog getting on, Marie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It is not quite done, papa!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then let her have her cry; she can bring it up later.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And are you ready?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ready for what?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Are you ready to go now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, wait for me out on the veranda; we have something to +settle first, we two!</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What's the matter with George?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I have just asked him for an explanation, and that does +not seem to please him.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Caressing him</i>.] Don't you mind him, George dear. After +the wedding you can laugh at him.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, we shall see about that!!!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Mrs. Brauer </span><i>and </i><span class="sc2"> +Marie </span><i>exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">We can't go on like this, for I fear the consequences; but, +nevertheless, I shall handle you without gloves.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My child loves you. You are her ideal, her all, and the +wedding must take place. But tell me, what right have you to all this pride--I +might even say arrogance?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Must I perhaps ask your permission----?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">That is the same old defiance, the same unreasonable +stubbornness of your father's!!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Starts</i>.] My father has been dead these twenty +years--what do you want of him now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What do I want of him? That he left you to me, to bring up +from childhood, I will hardly mention; although that ought to be sufficient to +temper your untamable pride--at least towards me; but----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Uncle, you may abuse me as much as you please, but my father I +will not have disturbed! My father--you shall let him rest in peace!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And who was it--who took care--who made it possible, that he +could rest in peace?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Uncle, what do you mean?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well then, who was it, when he laid there, dead, before us, +who paid his debts of honor and saved your father's name from disgrace?</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Pause</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Uncle, you should not have said that!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Sinks in chair and covers his face with his hands</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My boy----[<i>Emotion stops him from saying more--walks about</i>.] +See here----[<i>Again the same--tries to light a cigar, breaks it and throws it +away</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You should not have said that, uncle! No, no----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My God, you knew of it?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, I knew of it, and yet you should not have said it; you +should not have repeated it. Twelve years ago, in our quarrel, when you raised +your whip to me--and I reached for the carving-knife--no, no--I should not have +done that. You should not have raised your whip, nor I the knife. That is the +reason I refused anything from you at all. Now you know it. From that day I +swore to scratch the gold from the ground with my finger nails and fling it in +your face. From that day I hated you--and rightly so!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And all that because I saved your and your father's name from +dishonor and disgrace?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>No!</i> But because you turned that same deed into a weapon +to crush my youthful pride.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My boy, one uses the weapon nearest to hand.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Bitterly</i>.] Even if it is only a whip. But then, I see +my mistake. I have no right to pride; my fatherly inheritance does not permit +it. Give me your gold! I'll take it! All--all!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no; in your present state of mind I will force nothing on +you. You might again turn to hating me.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah no, dear uncle, that is past. Hereafter, I will swallow my +pride.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My boy----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] Pardon me papa, but mama asks, if you are not +yet ready to go?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a glance at </i><span class="sc2">George</span>.] +Well, as far as I am concerned, I am ready now! [<i>Takes his hat</i>.] Marie, +give him a glass of brandy to brace him up. [<i>Goes to door and returns</i>.]. +George?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Uncle? [<span class="sc2"> Brauer </span><i>offers his hand</i>.] +My hand I cannot refuse you.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Goes to door. In door</i>.] Yes, and your heart, too, I +will win again--or I'll be damned!!!!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exits, slamming door</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What did he say to you, George?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Do not ask me, do not ask me! [<i>Walks about</i>.] All these +years I have struggled and deprived myself with only one thing in view--to be +free--free--and yet I must bow--I must bow. If it were not for the sake of this +beautiful child, who is innocent of it all, I would be tempted to---- But the +die is cast, the yoke is ready--and so am I!!!!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Softly and hesitating</i>.] But, George, dear, here in +this house, I see nothing for you but love--the yoke seems so light----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How pious and tame you have suddenly become!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I am not pious.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What was that you said a few moments ago? "I am the calamity +child. I am the child of misery; but I do not ask for charity." That is what you +said of yourself, and it is also true of me. I, too, am a child of misery, a +calamity child; but I am a subject of charity. I accept all they have to +give--all--all--ha, ha, ha----!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You, George, a calamity child?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes! Was I not picked up from the street, as my uncle so +kindly informed me for the second time--like yourself? Do I not belong to this +house, and am I not smothered with the damnable charity of my benefactors, like +yourself?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I receive my share with thanks.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And you enjoy serving----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I enjoy serving!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But I--I wish to rule--to command!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And you shall rule--you shall command----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Walking about and ironically</i>.] Ah yes!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Timidly</i>.] George?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>The same</i>.] Pardon me; but have you forgotten--?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I see!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I know it is wrong in me to annoy you at this time, when you +are so occupied with affairs of your own---- Besides, you have already refused +me once----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Wha--yes, now in spite of them all, I am my own master. I am +responsible to no one. I have promised you--I shall keep my word!!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Thank you, George!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, don't thank me----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Where is she now?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">She is waiting, behind yonder garden hedge.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My God! Do not keep her waiting any longer; call her in here.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Gertrude is still in the house.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I will get her out of the way. When I appear out there on the +veranda, the coast is clear!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, for your own sake, I warn you for the last time; +discovery means certain disaster.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">One disaster more or less, it matters little!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Is that your last word? Very well, I will bring her to you. [<i>Gets +his hat and goes out centre door</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Opens door L. and calls out</i>.] Gertrude! Gertrude!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>A door is heard to open</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Outside with crying voice</i>.] What is it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come quickly, or papa will be angry!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>After a moment's pause</i>.] I am coming! [<i>Another +short pause and she appears in door</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How red your eyes are! You have been crying! What's the +matter, dear? [<i>Caressing her</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Where is George?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Lightly</i>.] He went out again a few moments ago.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And he didn't ask to see me?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">He heard you were crying and did not want to disturb you.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But, Marie, what is the matter with your own eyes? And you +look so queerly----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My pet, they are the eyes that God has given me and----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Suspiciously</i>.] What?</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>A knock at door is heard</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come in!</p> +<br> +<h3>Maid Servant.</h3> +<br> +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters with basket</i>.] Here are the eggnog and cakes, +for the pastor. Now be careful and don't crush them!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very well!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit </i><span class="sc2">Servant</span>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Taking basket</i>.] Good-bye, Marie!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-bye, Gertie dear!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Gertrude + </span><i>starts towards centre door</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Frightened</i>.] Where are you going?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I am going through the garden across the fields; perhaps I +will meet George.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Concerned</i>.] No, no; you must not walk across the +fields alone. Papa has forbidden it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But I may meet George.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But if you shouldn't, what then? No, no, I will not allow it! +I will not! I had such a fright last night.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Goes up to the other door and turns back once more</i>.] +Marie, you are not angry with me?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Embracing her</i>.] My darling!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then I will go that way! [<i>Looks all around</i>.] Give my +love to George!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But I won't see him, dear----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, perhaps you may!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">In that case, I will tell him----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very well.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit R</i>.]</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>goes out on veranda--gives +sign--returns--locks doors R. and L.--then at C. door--in terror, with searching +eyes, she slowly retreats backwards, her eyes glued on the outer darkness--until +she finally covers her face with her hands, and is standing against the wall</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] Here she is!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>. <span class="sc2">George </span><i>goes out on +veranda, looking off</i>.] Mine lady, mine daughter--yes--don't be afraid. Oh, +you are such a fine lady--you have lover--you marry, they say----?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Forcing herself to speak</i>.] No; I'm not to be married! +It is Gertrude, my foster sister.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You no marry, eh? Never mind--you marry some day--some day [<i>Examining</i> +Marie's <i>dress with her fingers</i>.] What a fine dress you have, and all +wool---- [<i>Same with apron</i>.] Oh, and a silk apron--all silk! Give me, give +me?</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>takes it off and gives it to +her</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Thank you--thank you!!! [<i>Kisses </i><span class="sc2"> +Marie's </span><i>sleeve and dress, but when she would kiss her hand</i>, <span class="sc2"> +Marie </span><i>withdraws it quickly</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no! <i>Ne dosu ranka!</i></p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">All right, all right! You are fine lady. [<i>Looks about</i>.] +Is the old man home, eh?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, he is out.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">That is good, that is good! He is an old devil--is the old +man! All Prussians are devils. But he have fine house, he have! Like a prince!!! +[<i>Rubs her hand over table cover</i>.] Ah, nice shawl that would make---- [<i>Sees +linen</i>.] And what fine linen--[<i>Motions to </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] +Come here!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Approaching her</i>.] What do you want?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pointing with thumb</i>.] Give me an drink--just an little +drink! [<i>Indicates with finger and thumb</i>.]</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<i>While </i><span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>turns to sideboard, she quickly takes two or +three pieces of linen and with left hand holds them hidden under her apron</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>After taking drink from Marie</i>.] Thanks, mine daughter, +thanks! [<i>After drinking, rubs her stomach</i>.] Ah, that's good, that's +good!--Give me another! [<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>fills another glass +for her--she drinks it</i>.] Thank you, thank you!! But now I must be going!</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<i>In her anxiety to get out she drops one piece, while going +to the door</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Horrified</i>.] Mo--mo--what were you trying to do?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pretending surprise</i>.] My, my--just see! I found this +out on the field. [<i>Picks it up and puts it under her arm</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Put that down, it is not yours.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Doing so</i>.] All right, all right--my--my--my----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Put down all you have!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I have no more, no, no more, I swear!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Goes quickly to door and calls</i>.] George!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters.</i>] Well?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Give me some money! [<i>He gives her a gold piece</i>.] [<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i> +to her mother</i>.] Here, here is money; now give me the linen----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Takes the money as she gives up the linen, greedily</i>.] +A ducat! A whole ducat! A golden ducat! Mine daughter, thank you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And now, go!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Goes anxiously to the door</i>.] Alright, alright!!!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Throws a kiss to </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>, <i>and +quick exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Quickly takes key from board</i>.] George, take this key +and lock the garden gate after her, so she does not return. [<span class="sc2">George </span><i> +exits</i>. <span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>looks after them, then slowly +returns to the table, leans against same, and stares vacantly. Knock is heard at +door L</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Mechanically</i>.] Come in!</p> +<br> +<h3>Servant.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Trying the door from the outside</i>.] The door is locked!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>opens the door</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Servant.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters with dishes</i>.] It is time to lay the table for +supper--will you help me, please? Why, what's the matter? You are not listening +to me----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Never mind, Lena, I will set the table myself!</p> +<br> +<h3>Servant.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Will you? Very well!!! [<i>Exit </i><span class="sc2">Servant</span>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters. To </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>, <i>who does +not stir</i>.] Remember what I told you. But come, come, this will never do! +Don't stare at me like that----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Leaning on him and weeping</i>.] Oh, George!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Stroking her hair</i>.] That's it, dear, the tears will +relieve you! Ah, I well know the anguish of an aching heart!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, you know, you know all! Now I have no one in this whole +world but you--you alone. [<i>As she bursts out crying she throws herself on his +breast</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Stroking her hair</i>.] Yes, yes; we two understand each +other. We two were meant, were intended for each other. Were we not, dear?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My God! Yes!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And we will ever remember this day--the day that brought us +together. It is the day before St. John's Eve. Will you remember it, dear? [<i>Short +pause</i>. <span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>silent, then struggles to free +herself</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't, George! Go away! Please don't!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Embarrassed</i>.] But why should I suddenly go away, +Marie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Go, George, I beg of you! I must lay the table!! Now go!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, you said yourself you had no one but me!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If you do not want to despise me, please go----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With forced laugh</i>.] I despise you? Very well--I'll +go----</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Turns once more in the door and hesitatingly exits</i>.]</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>breaks down, weeping</i>.]</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Curtain</i>.] + + + + <h3>END OF THE SECOND ACT.</h3> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>ACT THREE</h2> +<br> +<p class="hang3"><i>Same setting. Above the centre table a lighted hanging-lamp. +Another lamp on table, L. The glass doors to garden are open. Full moonshine +falls partly into the room. At rise of curtain, at table, L., are </i> +<span class="sc2">Brauer</span>, <span class="sc2">Mrs. Brauer </span><i>and </i><span class="sc2"> +Pastor</span>. <i>At centre table</i>, <span class="sc2">Gertrude </span><i>and </i> +<span class="sc2">George</span>. <i>It is evening</i>.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now, then, tell Marie to bring the bowl!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah! you are going to have a bowl?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, of course, Pastor. This is St. John's Eve. The villagers +will set off tar-barrels and bonfires, and we will celebrate it with a bowl.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Mischievously</i>.] But perhaps this festival is too +heathenish for the clergy----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Bless you, that all depends. If you have not the clergy's +sanction, then it is wicked and heathenish----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But if they are invited, then it is Christianly and good? Ha, +ha----!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, I did not say that. You had better apply to the +consistory, they are better able to decide that point.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, Pastor, you are a diplomat. Well, what are you two doing +over there? You are not saying a word.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George is too lazy. He is drawing little men, and I am +writing.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">In his place I think I would prefer to draw little women. Eh, +Pastor?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Just as you say, uncle!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Aside</i>.] What the devil is the matter with him to-day? +Come, children, be jolly, this is St. John's Eve! Ah, here is the punch! Now, +then, Gertrude, lend a hand!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>has entered with the bowl and +glasses</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Drinks</i>.] Excellent, Marie! Superb! I tell you, Pastor, +whoever gets her for a wife will be a lucky man indeed.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a glass to </i><span class="sc2">George </span>, <i> +who has gone back and is looking out</i>.] Don't you want some, George?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Caressing her, with a shy glance at </i><span class="sc2"> +Marie</span>.] Why, yes, little one, thank you! Look, how bright and beautiful +the moon shines to-night! Everything wrapped as in silvery spider web! How +beautiful!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Oppressed</i>.] They will soon set off the bonfires.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">See, see--at last you have spoken; I feared you had lost your +tongue. Come here, my child. Get your glasses, all of you---- Your health! The +Pastor shall give us a toast; yes, yes, Pastor!--a genuine pagan toast, well +suited to this night! Now, tell me, my child, are you obliged to go to the city +again to-night?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa dear.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But if I will not allow it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You gave your permission quite two weeks ago, papa dear!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But not to go in the middle of the night!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I must go, papa. The men are to be there at seven in the +morning, and if I am not there to give instructions the house will never be +finished in time.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Never mind, Henry, there is no help for it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But look at her!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, papa, there is nothing the matter with me. I am well and +merry----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are merry, eh? Let me hear you laugh!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Tries to laugh</i>.] Ha, ha, ha----!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Imitating her</i>.] Yes, yes--ha, ha, ha----!</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come here, my child. [<i>Strokes her hair</i>.] Did you sleep +well last night?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, mama.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But if this stranger should attack you again?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pardon me, but what do I hear?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, nothing of importance, Pastor. [<i>To </i><span class="sc2"> +Marie</span>.] You will take the one o'clock train----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">There is another--at four--t'will be daylight then----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But I would not reach the city in time.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very well, you needn't go to bed, then. George can take you to +the depot.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Startled</i>.] George?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Startled and simultaneously</i>.] What--I?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Certainly! Why not?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pray do not think me obtrusive; but I am at your service.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, thank you. Pastor; your time will come some other day. +[<i>Aside</i>.] It will at least give him something to do. [<i>Meaning</i> +George.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I want to go too, papa! I love moonshine promenades.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, my pet. In the first place, it is very improper for +lovers to be out so late at night, without a chaperon.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I would much prefer to go alone. I am not at all afraid--and I +do not wish to trouble George--or any one else----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Any one else is out of the question, for in this house every +one rises at five in the morning. [<i>To </i><span class="sc2">George</span>.] +Now, then, what excuse have you to offer?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Excuse? I? Why, none at all, except that she does not want me +to go. You heard it yourself!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Have you two been quarreling again?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't insist, Henry, if they don't want to----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">By the way, send for Mr. Paul--I wish to speak to him. Pastor, +your health! [<i>Drinks</i>.]</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<i>At this </i><span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>and </i><span class="sc2"> +Gertrude </span><i>go to door C., and speak to some one outside in pantomime. A +voice is heard</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Voice.</h3> +<br> +<p class="normal">Mr. Paul! Mr. Paul!</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>From behind scene</i>.] I am coming in one moment! [<i>Short +pause. He enters</i>.] Here I am!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, there you are! Give him a glass of punch!</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Thank you, I have just had a glass of beer.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very well! Now, don't let us disturb you, children! Pastor, +this is the time to prepare your toast. [<i>Aside to </i><span class="sc2">Paul</span>.] +Well, have you learned anything of this stranger?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Not a sign of one, excepting two tramps at the inn, the +gendarme placed under arrest; but that was the day before yesterday.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">H'm! If I had ever had the slightest reason to doubt her +word---- Marie, my child, come here to me.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Looks at her sharply</i>.] Never mind, now.</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Aside to </i><span class="sc2">Brauer</span>.] By the +way, I saw the old woman again!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Sh! not so loud! Where?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">She had money, too----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I wonder where she stole it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I wonder! The innkeeper said she had a gold piece. But don't +you worry, Mr. Brauer. She will soon give us cause to have her locked up again. +She is incorrigible!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Does she sleep at the inn?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, sir! At night she leaves there, only to reappear in the +morning.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">H'm! that would almost be sufficient reason---- George!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Uncle?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I have changed my mind. You must accompany Marie!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Just as you say, uncle!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And no quarreling this time, Marie!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>On the veranda</i>.] There, there, look! The first +bonfire!!</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<i>Singing and laughter is heard in distance. A red glow is +seen</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Have you taken care, Mr. Paul, to keep them far enough away +from the sheds?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, Mrs. Brauer!</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For you must know. Pastor, last year the sparks came very near +setting fire to the straw roofs.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">There is a second one now, and there on the hill, another. +See, George, see! How beautiful!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes, darling, I see!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pulls him forward softly</i>.] Why do you call me darling +to-day?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, shan't I?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, of course; but do you love me more to-day?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I love you always, my pet!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Softly and with emotion</i>.] But you usually call me +"little one," and to-day nothing but "darling."</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now, then, Pastor, we are ready for the toast! Take up your +glass, and fire away!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I am afraid it will be hardly as wicked and heathenish as you +seem to expect.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come, come, Pastor, don't keep us waiting!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, what shall I say? I am not going to preach you a sermon!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, Pastor; we are content to wait for that till Sunday.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, then, you see, on a beautiful and dreamy night like +this--may I say dreamy?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You may, Pastor, you may!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For we all dream at times, more or less, both young and old!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, yes! that is a failing we all have!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">On such a dreamy night, different emotions are aroused within +us. We seem to be able to look into the future, and imagine ourselves able to +fathom all mystery and heal all wounds. The common becomes elevated, our wishes +become fate; and now we ask ourselves: What is it that causes all this within +us--all these desires and wishes? It is <i>love</i>, brotherly love, that has +been planted in our souls, that fills our lives; and, it is life itself. Am I +not right? And now, with one bound, I will come to the point. In the revelation +you will find: "God is love." Yes, God is love; and that is the most beautiful +trait of our religion--that the best, the most beautiful within us, has been +granted us by <i>Him</i> above. Then how could I, this very evening, so overcome +with feeling for my fellow-man--how could I pass <i>Him</i> by? Therefore, Mr. +Brauer, no matter, whether pastor or layman, I must confess my inability to +grant your wish, and decline to give you a genuine pagan toast----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Grasps his hand</i>.] That was well spoken, Pastor! Pardon +me, I was only jesting!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, dear uncle, not altogether. There I must defend you +against yourself. A devout and pious man like yourself, t'was not entire +wantonness, your desire to hear something other than religious, and since the +Pastor has so eloquently withdrawn, I will give you a toast. For, you see, my +dear Pastor, something of the old pagan, a spark of heathenism, is still glowing +somewhere within us all. It has outlived century after century, from the time of +the old Teutons. Once every year that spark is fanned into flame--it flames up +high, and then it is called "The Fires of St. John." Once every year we have +"free night." Then the witches ride upon their brooms--the same brooms with +which their witchcraft was once driven out of them--with scornful laughter the +wild hordes sweep across the tree-tops, up, up, high upon the Blocksberg! Then +it is, when in our hearts awake those wild desires which our fates could not +fulfill--and, understand me well, dared not fulfill--then, no matter what may be +the name of the law that governs the world on that day, in order that that one +single wish may become a reality, by whose grace we prolong our miserable +existence, thousand others must miserably perish. Part because they were never +attainable; but the others, yes, the others, because we allowed them to escape +us like wild birds, which, though already in our hands, but too listless to +profit by opportunity, we failed to grasp at the right moment. But no matter. +Once every year we have "free night." And yonder tongues of fire shooting up +towards the heavens--do you know what they are? They are the spirits of our dead +and perished wishes! That is the red plumage of our birds of paradise we might +have petted and nursed through our entire lives, but have escaped us! That is +the old chaos, the heathenism within us; and though we be happy in sunshine and +according to law, to-night is St. John's night. To its ancient pagan fires I +empty this glass. To-night they shall burn and flame up high--high--and again +high! Will no one drink to my toast?</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Pause</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Trembling</i>.] I will!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>They look into each other's eyes and clink glasses</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Hesitatingly</i>.] I, too, George!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Stroking her hair sadly, patronizing</i>.] Yes, yes; you, +too.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Suddenly bursting out</i>.] You--you idiots! What do you +know about it, anyway? I--I didn't understand it myself, but I have a +presentiment there is something sinful about it all!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My dear Mr. von Harten, above all your heathenism watches our +good old God, our Father, and therefore I fearlessly drink to your toast.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, well, I'll not be the only exception. [<i>Drinks also. A +glow much nearer, behind the trees. Louder yelling and laughter</i>.] Well, what +is it now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">They are dangerously near the sheds now.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Didn't I tell you to take the proper precautions?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I did. They had only three tar-barrels early this evening. +Where they got the fourth from, I don't know.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I'll wager they found the barrel of axle-grease! Why didn't +you lock it up?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You know yourself, on this day no lock or key is of any avail.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't talk nonsense, but see what's to be done. I will be +there myself, presently. Be quick! [<span class="sc2">Paul </span><i>exits</i>.] I can't depend on +anybody these days! Where is my hat? [<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>gets it</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Can't we go, too, papa?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Will you come, wife?</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, gladly, but stop scolding. There isn't a breath of air +stirring, and therefore no danger.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come along, Pastor!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit </i><span class="sc2">Brauer</span>, <span class="sc2">George</span>, <span class="sc2">Gertrude </span><i> +and </i><span class="sc2">Mrs. Brauer </span>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Won't you accompany us, Miss Marie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, thank you, Pastor!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then may I remain with you for a while?</p> +<br> +<h3>Several Voices.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Outside, calling</i>.] Pastor, Pastor!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Speaks through door</i>.] I will be with you in a moment! +[<i>To </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] Well, may I!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, certainly, if it gives you pleasure!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pleasure is hardly the proper word. I wanted to thank you for +insisting upon my writing the bridal-poem. It has been a work of pleasure, I +assure you. Do you like it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It is very nice. Pastor!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Have you memorized it already?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I think so!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then would you mind reciting it for me? Come, I will assist +you: "The flowers, the beautiful blossoms"---- Well?---- "are a maiden's----"</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, Pastor!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are acting so strangely to-day! You are so shy--so----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The St. John's night oppresses me!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">That will soon be over.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Would that it were over now!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Perhaps the thought of traveling alone at night has something +to do with it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh! [<i>Recovering herself--lightly</i>.] You are right, +Pastor; but it can't be helped!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Shall I come with you? Oh, I'll find something to be done in +the city. I won't even have to ask permission. Anyway, I am longing for a +glimpse of the good old town. I will inform the old pastor--I don't think he has +retired as yet----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then please tell him---- I usually visit him myself every day, +but now, just before the wedding, it's impossible for me to call. Will you +please tell him that? I am so fond of him! Tell him that, and in thought I kiss +his hand.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Certainly. And may I accompany you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, thank you. Pastor!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now let us speak openly, Miss Marie. I have been watching you +all the evening. You appear to me--what shall I call it--like a mouse before a +cat! You need a protector; some one in whom you can confide, some one----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And so you would like to be my father confessor! Eh, Pastor?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You know very well we do not have that institution in the +Protestant Church, though at times it might prove a blessing----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Mischievously</i>.] And then again it might not?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are quite right. We should all rely more upon +ourselves----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With emphasis</i>.] I do that, Pastor, I do!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, my dear Marie--pardon me, I should not have said +that--and yet I must speak frankly with you; you seem to have a fear--a +dread----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Of the cat?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I wish I knew!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But supposing I were the cat, who would then be the mouse?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">That would be sinful and wicked in you!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But one cannot be the cat and the mouse at the same time?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, one can! But he who does, plays with his own destruction!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And if one destroys one's self, who cares?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You should not talk like that, Miss Marie.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, it is all nonsense, all nonsense, for to-night is St. +John's night. Do you see that fire yonder. Pastor? They had to put it out! But +there, on the hill--look, there, there! How beautiful! How wild!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, and when you look closely, it is nothing more than a mass +of dirty lumber.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For shame, Pastor!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Like everything that blazes, except the sun----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You should not have said that, Pastor--you should not. I don't +want it! I will not have you slander my St. John's fires! I want to enjoy it +once--only once--then nevermore!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Disturbed</i>.] My dear Miss Marie, I do not understand +the reason for your agitation, and I will not question you! But of your +struggles--you shall know that you have a friend near you, on whom you can rely, +now and for all time to come. Marie, I don't know how to express myself; but I +desire to shield and protect you all your life--I will worship you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pastor, do you know who and what I am?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> +<p class="normal">I do!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And who my mother is?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I know all!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pastor, how am I to understand this?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, I know I should not have spoken, at least not now. I +should have waited--it was stupid of me, I know; but I have such a fear--a fear +for you. You are going to the city to-night and I don't know what may happen! +But you shall know before you go, where you belong and that your future is +assured!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a sigh of relief--almost a sob</i>.] Ah--ah--ah----!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, I do not want an answer now. Besides, I must first +notify my father. Though he is but a simple farmer, he shall not be slighted-- +Marie----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Shrinking--dully</i>.] Yes, that is--perhaps--what I +need--ah! [<i>Sinks in chair</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, what is the matter? Shall I get you a glass of water? Or +would you prefer wine?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With an effort</i>.] Wine--wine--there--in the bowl! [<i>He +helps her--she drinks</i>.] Thank you! [<i>Stirred</i>.] No one has ever waited +on me before!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I will carry you upon my hands</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very well, Pastor; but no one must know before the wedding!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Perhaps on the wedding day--at the wedding feast? Papa might +make the announcement; that would be such a fitting occasion!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no! I will have to much to do then.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then, when the happy pair have gone?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With sudden, impulsive decision</i>.] Yes, when they have +gone!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Takes her hand</i>.] Thank you. Miss Marie.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Voices are heard outside</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Sh--[<i>Withdrawing her hand</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] Ah, here you are, Pastor; we have been +looking for you everywhere!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I am coming now, Miss Gertrude.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It's too late, Pastor, they are all returning!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Impossible! Well, well, how the time passes, and one hardly +knows how!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit </i><span class="sc2">Pastor</span>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Embracing </i><span class="sc2">Gertrude</span>.] Will you +forgive me, darling?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Timidly</i>.] I have nothing to forgive!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Do not say that! I have done everything--everything--you +must----</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Enter all</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, my dear Pastor, time stands still for no one; so you had +better stop excusing yourself and empty your glass. 'Twill all come out right in +the end.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I think I had better go now; for here every one is making fun +of me.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pastor, I need hardly tell you, that you are always welcome in +this house.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I am sure of it, Mr. Brauer! If I did not think so, I would +not take that matter so lightly----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Jokingly threatens him with finger</i>.] Pastor----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a happy glance at </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] +Good-night. [<i>Shakes hands with all</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-night!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-night, Miss Marie!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Shaking his hand</i>.] Good-night, Pastor! [<span class="sc2">George</span>, <i> +with a questioning glance, advances a step or two</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George, see the Pastor to the gate!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>As though awakening</i>.] Yes, uncle.</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Both exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, Henry, everything has quieted down!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It's about time, too! Why, its eleven o'clock! Come, let's to +bed.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-night, papa!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Affectionately</i>.] Good-night, my pet!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-night!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">By the bye--when will you be back?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">To-morrow, about ten, papa!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now be careful; no unnecessary exertions--understand? The day +of the wedding will be hard enough on all of us.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, papa dear! [<i>Kisses him</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters at this moment</i>.] We have still an hour and a +quarter till train time. I will wait for you here, Marie.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You might help each other pass away the time.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I want to sit up, too.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Tut, tut, ray pet; you go to bed, you need the rest.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Whiningly</i>.] Well then, good-night.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal"> +[<i>In silent fear</i>.] I can't stay here---- Mama, I want to ask you about +something----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then you will come down in time for the train?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, in time for the train.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> +<p class="normal">Good-night, George.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-night, auntie!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit </i><span class="sc2"> +Mrs. Brauer </span>, <span class="sc2">Gertrude </span><i> +and </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You know where my cigars are?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And if you need anything to keep you awake--I have left the +key----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>In monosyllables</i>.] Thank you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, what in----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What's the matter---- Oh, my dear uncle, if I have failed to +pay you the necessary respect, I beg your pardon.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Respect? Oh, damn you and your respect!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Uncle----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">See here, perhaps I did wrong?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You--wrong? How?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Have you forgotten what passed between us yesterday?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My dear uncle, that seems to me so far, far away!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It strikes me you are going at a pretty fast gait!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">At any rate, uncle, do not worry about it. It will all come +out right in the end. [<i>As he is listening towards the door, gives a sudden +start</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What's the matter?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I thought I heard some one----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Some one of the family perhaps, upstairs. Very well, then all +is well, my boy! Good-night, my son.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Good-night, uncle!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Brauer </span><i>exits, shaking his head</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Sits at table--tries to read--listens, goes to door +C.--calls out softly into the garden</i>.] Who is there? [<i>Still softer</i>.] +Is that you, Marie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Whining outside</i>.] It's only me!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Surprised</i>.] Gertrude, what do you want?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<span class="sc2">Gertrude + </span><i>enters in nightgown and +flowing hair</i>.] I am so uneasy, George dear; I just wanted to look at you +once more before going to sleep.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But, little one, if papa should see you like this---- Quick, +go back to your room.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I cannot, my heart is so heavy.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How so, dear?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George, I have been thinking; I really am not good enough to +be your wife.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Wha--what nonsense----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I am too silly--oh, yes; I never know what to say to you! I am +so stupid.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, my child--darling--pet----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">A while ago, out in the garden, and the moon shining so +brightly, you walked by my side in deep silence----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, mama was with us----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George, it is yet time. If you love some one else----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">In heaven's name, child, have you ever mentioned this to any +one?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Only to papa; he was very angry and scolded me dreadfully.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">H'm! Now listen to me, my pet----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Rather than make you unhappy, I would jump into the river----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">In the first place, your presence here in this condition is +decidedly improper----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But we are to be married in three days----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">So much more reason. [<i>Stroking her hair</i>.] What +beautiful hair you have, dear!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Happily</i>.] Do you like it?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And in the second place, I will have none other than you. We +will love each other very much. At first you will be my playmate--and +then--later, perhaps--my real mate. Are you satisfied?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, dear!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And now, you must go to bed!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then I will wrap myself in my hair--and I will dream of you +and what you said--that it is beautiful--and so I will fall asleep. Good-night, +George dear!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Kisses her on the forehead</i>.] Good-night!</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<i>He gloomily takes position at table with a sigh when </i><span class="sc2"> +Gertrude</span><i>exits, covering his face with his hands</i>. <span class="sc2">Marie </span><i> +enters softly</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, you have come----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It is early yet, is it not?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">We have a full hour more. Have they all gone to bed?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I think so. All the lights are out.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come, sit here----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I--I--I think I will go back upstairs!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no; here is something to read! You see, I'm reading +myself.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Very well. [<i>Sits</i>.] But, George, I would really prefer +to go to the depot alone.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Softly</i>.] Marie! [<i>She shuts her eyes</i>.] Are you +tired? [<i>She shakes her head</i>.] One whole hour I will have you all to +myself!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The fires have all gone out, I suppose?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, yes; a small pyre of wood--it is soon burned down!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And then it's as dark as ever!!! But, George, how beautifully +you spoke this evening! I have never heard anything like it before.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You were the only one who understood me.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No wonder! It was as though I spoke the words myself--that is, +I don't mean to say----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What, dear?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, you know!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But I don't know!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>After a pause</i>.] George, I have something to confess to +you. In fact, that is why I came down here so soon. You shall know it, you +alone. I have this day given my hand----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a start</i>.] <i>Marie!!!!</i></p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Astonished</i>.] Well?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">To whom?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, to the pastor! Who else could it be? There is no one +else!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Reproachfully</i>.] Why did you do that? Why did you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I have my whole life before me, and the fires [<i>pointing to +fields and to heart</i>] will not burn forever----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Bitterly</i>.] You should not have done it--you--it is +a----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Sh--not so loud!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But you do not love him at all!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How do you know?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Bitterly</i>,] How? Of course, how should I? I don't know! +Pardon me! Well, I congratulate you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Quietly</i>.] Thank you!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But why am I the first one to be taken into your confidence? +Why not uncle? We two have not been so intimate as----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, we two have not been very intimate--I only thought----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">So, then, we have both our burden; and we soon will have to +part. Therefore we can now safely speak of the past. My manuscript you read! You +even went so far as to perjure yourself on account of it. Oh, you don't mind a +little thing like that! I wish I were the same! You know the subject of my +verses, and we must now understand each other fully. Now, tell me openly, why, +why did you treat me so unkindly, to say nothing worse, in former days?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Did I, George?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">'Tis hardly necessary to remind you of all the indignities you +heaped upon me. It almost seemed to me as if you purposely intended to drive me +mad. Do you remember the day when I followed you into the cellar, and you turned +and ran out and locked the door, and compelled me to remain there all night?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Smiling</i>.] Yes, I remember!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why did you do that?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">That is very simple. You are Count von Harten--and I?--I am +but a poor Lithuanian foundling--aye, worse than that. If you follow such a one +into the cellar, she knows, or at least thinks she knows, your purpose.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">So, that was the reason! And at the same time you went under +your manzanillo-tree to die?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Nods</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And did you never realize the real state of things? Gertrude +was then still a child--and because I could not win you, I took her. Did that +thought never occur to you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How could I ever dare to think that?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But later?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The day before yesterday, when I read your book, I felt it for +the first time.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And now, it is too late----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, now it is too late! Had I felt then as I do now, I would +not have resisted you----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, do you know what you are saying?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Breaking out</i>.] Oh I don't care, I don't care! It is my +fate. You must rule and govern--and I--I must serve; and in the end--we both +must die----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, you should be loved, you must be loved--beyond all +senses--loved beyond all measure!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pointing towards R</i>.] He loves me!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">He?--Bah!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't be angry, George dear; you don't dare love me yourself. +You can never be anything to me!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, never; for this house must be kept clean. No, no, this +house must not be soiled. We would both suffocate in our shame. But we can think +of what might have been; that is not sin, is it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What were your words? "They are the wild birds of paradise, +that have escaped us." That was it, was it not? How beautiful!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I don't remember!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But I am not a wild bird, George; I am tame--so tame----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are tame?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For you, George dear, only for you!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>Marie</i>, my love! [<i>Strokes her hair affectionally, +then moves away</i>.] No, no, we must be strong! Only a few minutes ago, +Gertrude came softly down those stairs; if she should come again--my God----!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> +<p class="normal">What did she want?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You can imagine----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The poor thing! But you will love her?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">As well as possible! But then I must not think of you.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But you must not think of me--and I will try and not think of +you!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Never, Marie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Only occasionally--on holidays----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Only then?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And on St. John's eve----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">When the fires are burning?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, and when the fires are out, then I shall cry----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, George, sit still--I will sit here. Some one might be +in the garden, after all.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">They are all sound asleep!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Even so! We must be brave; not for mine--but for your sake, +George.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why did you say that? What do you think of me?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I think you are hard-hearted.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And yet you love me?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, I love you, for your own sake. For you have had to +struggle and fight--and that is what made you what you are. I have also fought +and struggled; but I have lost faith in myself--lost faith in everything. If you +only knew!! Sometimes I am afraid of myself--sometimes I would commit murder, so +restless and without peace I am.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">With me you would have found peace. We would have worked +together and planned through half the nights--and you know how ambitious I am.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And so am I, for you! You should be the first and greatest. +They all shall bow before you--I myself will kneel before you and say to you: +"You love to rule and command? Now rule--now command!!!!!!"</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<i>Throws herself before him--her arms around his knees, +looking up</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, in heaven's name rise! If any one should see you so----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Let them see me----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>Marie!!</i></p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Rising</i>.] You are right. It was low in me. But he who +originates where I do, is low--so low----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't think of it, Marie! Think of this house and all the love +it has given you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How quiet everything is--not a sound to be heard--as silent as +the grave----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then be content, for they have buried us together!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If they only had----!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And see the pale moon--how it throws its silvery rays over the +garden--and yonder is your manzanillo-tree.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes, do you see it?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And its white, trembling leaves; see, see, each one seems +alive--though not a breath of air is stirring. Come, let us go to it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Cowering</i>.] No, no, I think it is time--we must----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Sh!--Sh!----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What is it?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">There--something moved. It must be Gertrude. [<i>Goes to door +C. and calls</i>.] "Gertrude!!!"</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Short pause</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You must have been mistaken!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no; I saw a shadow. "Gertrude!" Remain here, I'll go see! +[<i>Exit into garden</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I'm so afraid, George--so afraid----!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Pause</i>.]</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">George </span><i>returns, pale and agitated, +trying to control himself</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Who was it? Who was it?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, no one--no one----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, there was--I can see it in your face!! Was it Gertrude?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then it was papa?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George, you are as pale as death; What has happened? Tell me!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Nothing, nothing! There was a stranger in the garden--I sent +him away.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What stranger?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pained</i>.] Do not ask me!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Dully</i>.] Oh, I know--I know! It was--my mother----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, since you have said it----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What did she want? But why do I ask? [<i>Covers her face with +her hands</i>.] Oh, my God--my God!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>Marie</i>!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Suddenly</i>.] Close the blinds--I have a +fear--tight--so!! Now put up the bars--so--and here, so--so----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Embracing her</i>.] <i>Marie</i>! my darling!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Hold me tight!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Like this?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, like that! [<i>She moves close to him</i>.] Here I want +to sit still----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Looks at watch</i>.] If we only have time to catch that +train---- [<i>The whistle of a locomotive is heard in the distance. He starts</i>.] +Did you hear that?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Smilingly</i>.] Yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What was it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It was the train!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Can you hear it this far?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">At night you can!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="right">[<i>Sinks into chair L. of table, back to audience</i>.]</p> + +<p class="normal">My God! what shall we do now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Softly</i>.] I will tell you what we will do! We will sit +still here--quietly--till the next train--till four o'clock!!!!</p> + +<p class="right"><i>Throws herself upon George, passionately kissing him</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie! My love, my all! [<i>Kisses her</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Kiss me again! Now, then, do you understand me? I am my own +master, and care not for myself---- To-night is St. John's night!!!!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And the fires are burning low----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no; let them burn----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes; let them burn--they shall burn!!!!!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>disengages herself</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Kiss me no more--let me kiss you--I will take all upon +myself--I will take all the consequences--<i>my mother is a thief, and so am I! +George</i>--</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Throws herself into his arms with complete abandon</i>.]</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Lights out. Curtain</i>.] + + + +<h3>END OF THE THIRD ACT.</h3> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<br> +<h2>ACT FOUR</h2> +<br> +<p class="hang3"><i>Same setting. Morning. Centre table is decorated with +flowers</i>. <span class="sc2">Brauer</span>, <span class="sc2">George </span><i>and </i><span class="sc2"> +Gertrude </span><i>are on veranda at rise of curtain. In open door, C.</i>, <span class="sc2"> +Mrs. Brauer</span>. <i>All listening to quartet, singing, "This is the day of +our Lord" by Kreutzer. As curtain rises</i>, <span class="sc2">Katie </span><i> +enters, L., listens also, and dries her eyes. At the end of the serenade</i>, +<span class="sc2"> Brauer </span><i>starts to make an address, and with </i><span class="sc2"> +George </span><i>and </i><span class="sc2">Gertrude </span> +<i>leaves the veranda</i>.</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Mrs. Brauer, I would like to speak to you a moment.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Wiping her eyes</i>.] What is it, Katie?</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Sniveling</i>.] Oh, I'm so happy----</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Church bells are heard softly in the distance</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">There go the church bells. Have you put plenty of wine and +luncheon in the arbor?</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, ma'am! Miss Marie and I have prepared a lot!</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What did you want to see me about?</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I wanted to ask you about the roast; shall we put it in the +oven now, and just warm it up for dinner? Miss Marie thinks----</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Never mind! I'll be down in the kitchen in a moment!</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And another thing, Mrs. Brauer; won't you please try and get +Miss Marie to take a little rest? She has been hard at work since two o'clock +this morning, and all day yesterday she was in the city. She can't stand it.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, on a day like this, we must all put our shoulders to the +wheel.</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, Mrs. Brauer, you and I are old, and not much good for +anything but work; but we must spare our young people. Why, at times she almost +gives out.</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, I will come and see for myself.</p> +<br> +<h3>Katie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Thank you!!! Oh, such a day!!! I am so happy---- [<i>Exit both +L</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters with </i><span class="sc2">George </span><i>and </i><span class="sc2"> +Gertrude</span>.] Thank goodness, that's over. Let me see: first it was the old +soldiers, then the Turners, and now the Singing Society---- But do you know, I +am so sick of all this wine--give me a brandy.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Gets drink from sideboard</i>.] Yes, papa!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>To </i><span class="sc2">George</span>.] And what's the +matter with you?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a sigh</i>.] Nothing!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Imitating him</i>.] Nothing!!! I can't quite make you +out---- Here, have a drink?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, thank you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, then, don't! Your health, my pet!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Drink hearty, papa!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Rises</i>.] The carriage will arrive here sharply at ten! +Understand?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And your friend from the city--we will find him at the +station?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes; he arrives quarter to ten.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">For we must have two witnesses.--Do you know what I would +like? [<i>Tapping him on breast</i>.] I would like to be able to look in there.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, let him alone, papa! He is now my George. If I am +satisfied with him----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are right! He who gets my child can laugh--but he also +shall laugh. Understand?<span style="letter-spacing:3px"> </span> [<i>Exit +R</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Never mind him, George dear. You need not laugh if you don't +want to. Not on my account. [<i>Bells</i>.] Do you hear, George? The church +bells, ringing softly, singing, like human voices!!!! That is for you and me!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why for us?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It is the old pastor's desire; half an hour this morning, and +then again this afternoon, when we exchange rings. Do you know, George, mama +says a bride's dream the night before her wedding is surely an omen. Do you +believe that?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Preoccupied</i>.] Yes.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I dreamed last night of a large, yellow wheat-field, in which +a poor little rabbit had hidden itself; and high above, in the air, I saw a +large hawk. Then it appeared to me that I was the little rabbit, and in fear and +dread I called out "George! George!" when suddenly it shot down upon me!--just +think----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And then?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then I awoke. The cold perspiration stood thickly upon my +brow---- Oh, George dear, you will protect me? You won't let any one hurt me, +will you? For I am only a poor little rabbit, after all----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Staring before him</i>.] My God!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George, I wanted to ask you something.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You don't love some one else, do you?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Disturbed</i>.] But, my child----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, you know that if a bride cannot laugh on her wedding +day, she loves another----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, nonsense----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Unshaken</i>.] Oh, yes, George; I read it myself. And even +if you do, George, I feel so--my love for you is so great, it could move +mountains. I love you so dearly---- She will surely learn to forget you, I will +love you so much.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But, my pet----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, George. You see, I don't blame you so much. How could +I? For what am I, compared to other women?--George, does she love you so very +much?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Who?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal"> +Oh, you know. But don't worry, George dear; she will forget you in time! Don't +you remember Robert, our neighbor's son? He threatened to kill himself if I +didn't marry him, and he has already forgotten me! And to-day, when we stand at +the altar, at the Doxology and the exchange of rings, I will nudge you softly, +and then we will both pray to our good Father in heaven to make it easy for her; +for no one shall be unhappy on this day! Why, George, you are crying!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Crying--I?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why, yes! Here are two large tears running down your cheek. [<i>Wipes +his eyes with her handkerchief</i>.] So there----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Tell me, my pet; and if we should be parted, after all?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How could that be possible?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If I should die--or----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Embracing him</i>.] No, no! Don't say that! Don't say +that!!!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>appears in door, seeing +embrace</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Startled</i>.] Some one is here----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It is only Marie.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pointedly</i>.] You seem to be particularly affectionate +to-day.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Miffed</i>.] We always love each other. Oh, perhaps that +doesn't please you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It is nothing to me!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Half Jesting</i>.] Besides, what do you want here? Isn't +there anything to do in the kitchen?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Stung, but controlling herself</i>.] Mama has sent me----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes, dear; you are just in time to dress my hair. Have +you hairpins?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Shaking her head</i>.] I will get some. [<i>Reels</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Affectionately</i>.] What's the matter, dear? Oh, you must +be tired!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I am not tired.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes, you are. Now you sit down here. I will fetch them +myself. [<i>Quick exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Full of fear</i>.] Gertrude!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I must speak with you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Speak; I am listening.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Why this tone? Does it perhaps mean that between us all is +over?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If it is or is not, it matters little.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Am I, then, to understand----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My God! Have you not Gertrude? But now I saw her in your arms! +What do you want with me?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I must speak with you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Not now----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Re-enters</i>.] Here are the hairpins. [<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i> +takes them</i>.] I have also brought my dressing-sacque and combs. Now we will +excuse you for a little while, George dear. You can give your judgment later.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a glance at </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] May I +not remain?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no. You would criticise and find fault, and embarrass +Marie, and me, too. Now be good, George, and go into the garden. [<span class="sc2">George </span><i> +exits</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Holding sacque</i>.] Will you put this on?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, I will put it around me.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">As you please. How do you want your hair dressed, high or low?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">But Marie, we had decided upon that! Have you forgotten?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, pardon me--I--of course we had!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then give me a kiss!</p> + +<p class="right">[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>suddenly takes her head in +both hands and stares at her</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Frightened</i>.] Why do you look at me so strangely?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Embraces her fiercely</i>] My darling!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, you hurt me!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Perhaps you hurt me, too----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I? How so?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Has begun to comb</i>.] How can you ask? You are about to +be married--and--and--I--I am jealous of you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Just wait, Marie, dear. [<i>Sings</i>.]</p> + +<p class="normal">"In a year, in a year, when the nightingale comes----"</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Intensely</i>.] When the nightingale comes?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You will be Pastor's wife. [<i>Laughs</i>.]</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<span class="sc2">Marie</span>, <i>with one braid in her hand, bending back, laughing +loudly and forced</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>In pain</i>.] Oh, you are pulling my hair----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Any one as happy as you should be able to bear a little pain. +There! I will braid it into your hair--for you are happy, are you not? Very +happy?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes! I am--that is--I would like to be--but George--he is so +sad.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>George</i>?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Lurkingly</i>.] Perhaps you were right! Perhaps he <i>does</i> +love another!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Softly groaning</i>.] Oh, why did you say that?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Because---- No, no--how could he? That was wicked in me, +wasn't it? How could he think of another, when he looks at you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, Marie, you are right! I told him so myself!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Slowly and marked</i>.] And what did he say?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">He?--He said nothing! And then--he cried----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Triumphantly</i>.] He cried? George cried? Have you ever +seen him do that before?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, never!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>To herself</i>.] He cried----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And then he said: "What if we should be parted, after all?"</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If who should be parted--you and he?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes--if he should die----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If he--oh, that is what he meant! Oh, well, he just wanted to +say something. [<i>With forced lightness</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Of course he did. But what about the other woman? Oh, I didn't +let him see that I cared--and for the time I didn't care, really; but now, when +I think of it! My God!--if it were really so! If I only knew!!!!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Of course, he would not tell you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Do you think he would tell any one else?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, sooner than tell you.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes! I suppose so!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Shall I ask him?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, if you would do that for me----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">There now, it is done. Here is the comb and the rest of the +hairpins. Now go!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And do you really think he would tell you?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I am sure he will.</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, Marie, how grateful I shall be to you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Pushes her out of the door</i>.] Go now, go! [<i>Stretches +herself</i>.] Ah--ah--ah---- [<i>Calls softly</i>.] George! [<i>There is a knock +at the door</i>.] Come in!</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] Pardon me, Miss Marie; is Mr. Brauer in?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, Mr. Paul!</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The assistant pastor would like to speak to him--but here he +is, himself.</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] Good-morning, Miss Marie!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Offers her hand hesitatingly</i>.] Good-morning!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I will wait here, Mr. Paul!</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then, Miss Marie, will you please give me the key to the +cellar? I want to put the beer on the ice.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Gets key from keyboard</i>.] Here it is.</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Thank you!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i>.]</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Pause</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And have you nothing to say to me?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What shall I say, Pastor?</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Are you not happy this day?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Hard</i>.] No!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Not even on account of our betrothal?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">We will have no betrothal, Pastor!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What are you saying?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I shall leave this place----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>You</i>----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">To-day, I leave this house!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pardon me, if I have forced my attentions upon you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No! You have not!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My attentions were honorable, I assure you----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Thank you, Pastor, I know that; but----</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then it is not on my account you are leaving?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Certainly not!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Does any one here know of your intention?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No one!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Miss Marie, I am still a young man; if I should mention such a +word as "life's happiness," it would, perhaps, sound absurd. Therefore, I will +not speak of myself. My fate is in my own hands. But if you realize this moment +what you owe to this house--and I say this not for mine, nor for their sake, I +say it for yours and yours alone; though I am but a poor mortal--it pains +me--but be that as it may--Marie, if you cause a discord in this house, the +blame will rest upon yourself.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Perhaps!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pardon me--I will not question you. I wish to know nothing; +that, in the end, is always the best. Did I not love you as well as myself, I +would not speak another word; but as matters stand now, I will say one--aye, one +more word--I would not have dared to say otherwise. The greatest, the highest +thing one possesses in this world, is his life's +<i>melody</i>--a certain strain that ever vibrates, that his soul forever +sings--waking or dreaming, loudly or softly, internally or externally. Others +may say: "His temperament or his character is so, or so." He only smiles, for he +knows his melody and he knows it alone. You see, Miss Marie, my life's happiness +you have destroyed, but my life's melody you can not take from me. That is pure +and will always remain so. And now I say to you, Miss Marie, if you fill this +house, where you have obtained everything you possess--honor, bread, and +love--if you fill this house with sorrow--if you dare to sin against your father +and your mother----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">One moment, Pastor. My father and my mother--what do you know +about them? My father I don't know myself, but my mother? Ah yes, I know her +well; and from her I have inherited my life's melody. This melody has a +beautiful text. Do you want to know what it is, Pastor? It is, "<i>Thou shalt +steal</i>. Steal everything for thyself--thy life's happiness--thy +love--all--all. Only others will enjoy it in the end." Yes, Pastor, my mother is +a thief. On St. John's eve she came stealthily over yonder garden hedge; and as +my mother, so am I! And now, Pastor, ask me no more; I need all my senses, for +to-day my entire happiness is at stake! There--now you know all!</p> +<br> +<h3>Pastor.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, now I know! Farewell, Miss Marie. I will forget this day, +perhaps; +<i>you</i>--never----</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> +<br> +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters door L.</i>] Was that George, who just now left?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Were you at that door, listening?</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>Marie</i>!--For shame!!!!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Now go and dress yourself; I will call George. Go now, go!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And will you come and tell me at once?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">At once! Yes!! [<span class="sc2">Gertrude + </span><i>exits</i>.] +[<span class="sc2">Marie </span><i>calling softly</i>.] George! George!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters from veranda</i>.] Are you alone?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Nods</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Have you arranged it so?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You wished to speak to me, so I have arranged it!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie, I wished to tell you. One hour more I am a free +man--and my mind is made up. It is yet time to change our fates. What will you +answer me?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Answer you? Why, I don't know what you want.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You know it well enough. I want <i>you</i>! Do you hear me? <i> +You</i>, who belong to me for life--I want you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Softly--happily</i>.] I thought the fires were out--and +you had forgotten me--and now you want me?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Softly</i>.] Are you not mine? Are you not my wife in the +eyes of heaven?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, but in the eyes of the world it is <i>Gertrude</i>!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Must it, then, be so?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Doubtingly</i>.] Go--go--you love her----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, I do love her. How could I help that? Do you not also +love her?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Bitterly</i>.] Ah, I don't know. A few moments ago, when I +saw her in your arms--and you wept, too--only, because you love her!! Oh, but I +can bear it!! I will bear it like--like--ah!---- But there--that is no one's +affair but mine----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">So, so, that is no one's affair but yours, eh? You might have +invented a sweeter torture. I meant to remain an honorable man all my life; if +unable--well, there are plenty of bullets left.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And do you wish to die?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I do not want to, I must!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>George</i>, then take me with you? [<i>He shakes his head</i>.] +For years I have carried the wish in my heart--to kill you! Then I would kiss +and love you like mad--and then follow you into eternity----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Nonsense, girl, nonsense! Can't you see, how one turns round +and round and round in a circle, till at last to find no other escape than +death?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">I am not afraid to die; though with you, I'd rather live----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">To live, dear, will require more courage for both of us.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How so?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Can you ask? Here in this house, to which we owe +everything--both you and I? Where they gave us food, shelter and love? After all +that, would you have the courage to destroy their happiness?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">The good old pastor used to say: "You must have the courage to +do everything, except to do wrong." I would even have the courage to do wrong.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Shall I put you to the test?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If you will give me your hand now and say to me: "Come, we +will run away, through yonder garden gate--just as we are--now, this very +moment"--you shall see how I will run!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What?--Secretly--without telling any one? Is that what you +mean?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't you?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Laughs bitterly</i>.] No, no!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, what then?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Face to face, like a man. There he stands--I here. If he will +give me back my word, 'tis well. If he refuses [<i>determined</i>], 'tis also +well.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">My God! You know his temper! He will kill us--he will kill us +both!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">'Tis death either way----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">George--think----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I have thought of it for two days and two nights. One is +madness and the other insanity. There is no other way. [<i>Pained</i>.] Only the +thought of the child gives me pain----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal"> +Of course, if your feelings for Gertrude----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then it is your desire? [<i>She nods assent</i>.] Very well! +So be it! But remember, it is a question of life and death!--And, therefore, you +yourself must be present.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>In terror</i>.] I?--I be present when you ask him?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What?--You, who wish to become my helpmate and partner in +life, and share all my life's troubles--you would desert me now--desert me in +this hour?--and I very much fear, not the worst in store for us?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, George; it's not that--not that! But you know how we +have feared him and have trembled for years--and now I should----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If you can't even do that----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If necessary--yes I--I will do it.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then--as soon as he returns. [<span class="sc2"> Brauer </span><i> +is heard breathing heavily</i>.] Ah, here he is!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] Why, that is almost an old-time Biblical +miracle. Just think, children, think of it---- But where is Gertrude? Well? +Can't you speak?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Trembling</i>.] I think she is dressing!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Well, it will interest you also, so listen: I met the +assistant pastor as he came from the house here, and he told me, rather piqued, +that our good old pastor had suddenly risen from his bed and limpingly insisted +upon delivering the wedding discourse himself. Well--what's the matter? Aren't +you glad?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">H'm----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Of course, you are a perfect heathen! But I say, our assistant +pastor must have been terribly put out. He had been preparing for that same +address for days. He looked rather crestfallen; but then, there is no help for +it.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Pardon me, uncle; in order to save time, I must ask you for an +interview.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What, again? Can't you wait till afternoon?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No! Before the ceremony, if you please.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Startled</i>.] Wha--oh, I see. I suppose now you will +demand more than I am willing to give? Marie, leave us [<span class="sc2">Paul </span><i>enters</i>.] +Well, what now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Gives him a sign</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">There, look at him! Well, have you lost your tongue, man? Why +don't you speak?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no, Mr. Brauer, I have something to say to you--alone.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then why don't you come nearer?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Whispering</i>.] We have just now caught the old woman.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a glance at </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] What? +Marie, you may remain and chat with George for awhile; he is a very interesting +young man. [<i>Softly, to </i><span class="sc2">Paul</span>.] Where?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Down in the cellar; just as I wanted to put the beer on the +ice, I found her there in a dark corner, loaded down with plunder!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Is she there now?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, struggling like a demon.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Undoubtedly this offense will earn her a good long term in +prison and we will be rid of her for a long time! But how to get her out of the +house?</p> +<br> +<h3>Paul.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Leave that to me Mr. Brauer; I know a way to keep her quiet.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes, and in the meantime I will make out the papers and +we will hand her over to the Gendarme; that will be the best. Children, I will +be busy for a moment! Wait here until I return.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Don't forget, uncle!</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">No, no. I'll be back in a moment. Come, Mr. Paul!</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Both exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You are trembling----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Am I?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie dear, I am with you. No one shall harm you!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, it is not that.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What, then?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, I don't know. It has suddenly come over me so---- [<i>Starts</i>.] +Sh! He's coming! [<i>Noise. Scuffling of feet and smothered cries are heard</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What is it?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">In God's name, be still!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Calling for help</i>.] Mine daughter! Mine Mamie! My +Mamie!!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Hear? Hear? <i>My mother</i>! They are taking her away--to +prison! Sh! Be still! No, no; don't open the door! Be quiet! Be quiet!</p> +<br> +<h3>Gypsy.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Not as loud as before</i>.] Oh, mine daughter! My +Mamie--my Mamie----! [<i>Dying out</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Will you not go out to her, no matter what she has done?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">How can I? How can I? I am afraid--afraid----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then shall I go?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Frightened</i>.] No, no; don't leave me!! Sh! Be quiet! +So, quiet! Now they have gone! Thank heaven! [<i>Again wailing, but very distant</i>.] +Hear? Hear? Let her shriek! Let her call! I cannot help her! I am a thief, the +same as she. I, too, have come to this house, and I have stolen. But oh, my God, +what have I stolen? What have I stolen?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come, Marie, control yourself! Think of what we have before +us!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, yes--I'll be quiet! What have we before us? No, no; I +will not--I cannot--I----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Do you mean to----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>In door</i>.] Did you hear anything, children? Any noise?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">We heard screams and a scuffle. What was the matter?</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Oh, nothing of any consequence. Don't mind it. An old vagabond +of a woman, that's all. I have only to sign the papers now, then I'll be back. [<i>Exit</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>Marie</i>!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Hush, not a word, not a word! She out there must go her way, +and I must go mine!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">What do you mean?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You said it yourself. 'Tis madness! Yes, yes; 'tis madness! +<i>All</i>--<i>all</i>! What we do--what we desire--all--all!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Or do you imagine for one moment we could be happy together? +No, I know you too well. I know the certain result. You would never forgive +yourself nor me, and in the end life would become a burden to me, if only +because I was in your way. Yes, yes, that would be the end of it all----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal"><i>Marie</i>, I will be faithful to you forever, let come what +may, be it good or bad; you know that!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Yes, thank God!--yes!</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">If there was only the slightest possibility of a chance to +escape from all this whirl--then we might be free, we might---- But no matter +what we begin, we cannot shake off nor disregard our obligations to this house; +never, as long as we live!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Therefore, what more can you desire? Everything on earth we +possess, all that was beautiful, all the love, all--all, we gave to each other. +There is nothing more to give, for either one of us. St. John's night is past, +the fires are out, are dead----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And what shall become of us?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Of you? That I can't tell. Perhaps you will be happy, perhaps +not; that must all rest with yourself. And I? Oh, be content. I will take care +of myself. As soon as possible I shall leave this house. Not to-day, as I would +like--it might create suspicion----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And where will you go?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Ah, the world is large. I shall go far, far away, where no one +will ever find me. No, no, not even you, George.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And if you should go to ruin out there?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Do not fear. I am the calamity child, the foundling. My hands +are hard and callous--see, see! Just like my heart is, now. I will work and +work, and toil, until I fall exhausted--then I will sleep and rest, until it is +time for work again; and thus I will perhaps maintain a miserable existence.</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">You say you are a calamity child! Well, so am I. But our +accounts do not harmonize. You are going out into the world and misery, and it +was I who drove you to it. Even did I not love you as I do, that thought would +follow me forever and embitter my entire life. But, be it so. We are both +children of misery! Therefore let us grit our teeth, shake each other by the +hand--and say farewell!</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Softly</i>.] Good-bye, Georgie dear--and--don't be +afraid--he is not yet coming--and forgive me--do you hear? From to-day--you +understand? Did I not love you as much as I do, this would not have been quite +so hard; but there--there--'tis all right now--I know; I can never be entirely +poor now; for once, at least, the fires of St. John have burned for +me--once--just once----</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Marie----</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Glancing around</i>.] Don't--don't----</p> +<br> +<h3>Mrs. Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters, followed by </i><span class="sc2">Gertrude</span>.] +Hasn't the carriage arrived yet, children? And where is papa? It is time to go.</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">He is coming now, I believe.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Enters</i>.] So there, I am ready to go! But, that is, you +wanted to speak to me first?</p> +<br> +<h3>George.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>With a glance at </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] It is +all settled now, thank you.</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Then come, wife, my coat, quick!</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<i>She helps him with frocks after he has divested himself of +jacket</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Aside to </i><span class="sc2">Marie</span>.] Did you ask +him?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Nods</i>.]</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">And what did he say?</p> +<br> +<h3>Marie.</h3> + +<p class="normal">It was all nonsense, my pet. He loves you and only you. He +never has loved any one else--he says--and he will be very happy--so he says----</p> +<br> +<h3>Gertrude.</h3> + +<p class="normal">[<i>Embraces him joyfully</i>.] My darling George----</p> +<br> +<h3>Brauer.</h3> + +<p class="normal">Come, come, my child--time enough for that after the ceremony. +Come!</p> + +<p class="hang2">[<i>All follow him to the door. When </i><span class="sc2"> +George </span><i>reaches door he turns, and as he takes one parting glance at </i><span class="sc2"> +Marie</span>, <span class="sc2"> Brauer </span><i>pushes him off</i>. <span class="sc2"> +Marie </span><i>stands motionless, looking after them, handkerchief in mouth, +nervously forcing it between her teeth</i>.]</p> + +<p class="right">[<i>Curtain</i>.]</p> + + + +<h3>END OF PLAY.</h3> + + + + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Fires of St. John, by Hermann Sudermann + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FIRES OF ST. 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