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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75977 ***</div>
+<p class="p4 center">Transcriber’s Note:</p>
+
+<p>Images of text in blackletter font were added where
+it appears in the original.</p>
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<h1>
+THE DUQUESNE<br>
+CHRISTMAS MYSTERY<br>
+</h1>
+</div>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center">
+<span class="muchlarger tall">THE DUQUESNE<br>
+CHRISTMAS MYSTERY</span><br>
+<br>
+<span class="tall">AS WRITTEN BY<br>
+THOMAS WOOD STEVENS<br>
+TO BE ENACTED BY THE PEOPLE OF<br>
+DUQUESNE PENNSYLVANIA<br>
+<abbr title="twenty third">XXIII</abbr> DECEMBER<br>
+<abbr title="1916">MCMXVI</abbr></span><br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter20">
+ <img src="images/colophon.jpg"
+ alt="colophon">
+</div><!--end figcenter-->
+
+
+<p class="p4 center tall">WITH DECORATIONS BY<br>
+HARRY LAWRENCE GAGE<br>
+</p>
+</div>
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<p class="center tall">
+Copyright 1916<br>
+By Thomas Wood Stevens<br>
+All rights reserved<br>
+</p>
+</div>
+
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<div class="figcenter">
+ <img src="images/banner.jpg"
+ alt="banner">
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+
+<p class="drop-img unindent">
+<span class="drop-img"><img src="images/drop_b.jpg" alt="B" width="75" height="75"></span>
+EFORE US <i>is a steep hillside,
+crossed midway by a paved road.
+Up the center of the hill are stairways
+of stone, with wide landings;
+at the top, blocking out the stars, is
+a dark building with crenellated turrets. Beside
+the roadway is a windowless hut—a mere blind
+wall—and at each side of this wall the stairways
+ascend. Below is a playing field, and beyond this,
+further down, a river, with great mills beside it,
+where even at Christmastide the loud forges are
+flaming.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>From the high turrets a sound as of many
+trumpets floats down. Then a light breaks on the
+level above the roof of the hut, and one sees dimly
+three figures, grave, majestic, imperative—the
+Prophets Hosea, Micah, and Isaiah.</i></p>
+
+<p class="p2 center">
+ISAIAH<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">List ye, as it is written, so spake I</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Isaiah: For the Lord Himself shall send</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Ye forth a sign; a virgin shall conceive,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And bear a son, and ye shall call his name</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Immanuel.... And to thy light shall come</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Gentiles, and kings unto the brightness of</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thy risen star.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+MICAH<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">List ye, as it is written, so spake I,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Micah, prophet of God’s will:</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Thou, Bethlehem, though thou be little among</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The thousands of Judah, out of thee shall come</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Him who shall rule in Israel, whose path</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hath from of old been destined, everlasting.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HOSEA<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">List ye, as it is written, so spake I,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hosea: When Israel was a child</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I loved him well, and for his sake I called</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">My son out of dark Egypt.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+ISAIAH<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">So spake we, prophets of the wandering years,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Lifting our hearts in hope to beat with God.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">List ye, for He hath wrought our visions out,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And He hath sent His Son to feed His flock</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like to a shepherd. He hath gathered home</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The lambs unto His bosom. Praise His name.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2 indent45">
+<i>The three Prophets disappear.
+Below, on the hillside, three
+Eastern Kings are seen approaching.</i><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="p2 center">
+JASPAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Stay, brothers and princes. The star is lost.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+BALTHASAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Now for twelve nights it hath burned clear.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+MELCHOIR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And floated on before to guide our steps.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Here is some evil thing that it should fade.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+BALTHASAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Some evil near. Stay we our course. The star</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That westward we have trailed from Araby</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And your bright orient kingdoms, will not fail</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Until the prophecies we read of old</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Be new fulfilled. But peril to the Child</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Might dim its fire.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+JASPAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent20">Yea, in the ancient scrolls</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Are dangers written deep. The star-flame blows</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Back at the heavy tread of mailed feet.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2 indent45">
+<i>Below, on the stairway, Herod
+appears, and comes slowly up
+followed by guards and counsellors.</i><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="p2 center">
+MELCHOIR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">What gleam of helmets yonder, and of gold?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+BALTHASAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Some lord is this, whose rule is not as ours.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+JASPAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hail, Prince, and peace, and light unto thy path!</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">What stranger kings are these who come unknown,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Unbidden, to my realm?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+BALTHASAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent22">From out the East</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">We come, Melchoir, and Jaspar, King of Taurus,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And he who speaks you here, Balthasar</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Prince of Araby. We are come to seek</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A Child new-born whose mystic star we found</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As prophets had foretold from long ago,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">A Child born to be King of the Jews. We come</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With gifts to greet and worship Him. Say thou</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Where is this Child?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent21">King of the Jews, ye say.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">I know Him not.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+JASPAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent20">Who art thou, good my lord?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Forgive mine evil courtesy, sir princes,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But I am troubled.... Herod is my name, a king</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">In this lean land of Judah. Speak you fair,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And say again—this star—these prophecies?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+JASPAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The star hath led us westward, wondering on;</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The prophecies name Bethlehem, a town</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Little in Judah, whence shall come a King</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">To rule in Israel, anoint of God.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I knew it not. I have no child.... But when</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">First saw ye this new star?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+BALTHASAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent22">Twelve nights ago.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">’Tis like the Child was born that night.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yea, very like, and have ye told me all?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+BALTHASAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">All that hath been revealed. We wait</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Here with our gifts. The star may burn again.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">My greetings, Princes. Freedoms of my realm</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Be yours. But this I pray you, when you find</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">The Child indeed, bring me straight word of it.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For I would worship also.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+JASPAR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent20">Peace be thine.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2 indent45">
+<i>Herod goes down the stair, and
+pauses at the central landing,
+his spearmen and counsellors
+about him.</i><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="p2 center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dreams and seditions! When these kings return,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">These dark intruding Magi, with their babe,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Bring them before me. They adventure far</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">But I will send them on a longer quest.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+A COUNSELLOR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Whither wilt send them, Tetrarch?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent26">Unto death.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For all their dreams are treason ’gainst my house.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+COUNSELLOR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And if they do not find the child?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent26">Still—death.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For they have mocked me, searching.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+COUNSELLOR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent26">And the child?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hear ye my sentence: if they find this child,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">He dies. And if they find him not, but slip</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Out of my hands unrecompensed, then all</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Men children of this young child’s year, shall die,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">That he escape not.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+COUNSELLOR<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent22">These be bloody words.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+HEROD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">I have my prophets too. Wouldst flout their law</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And mine? Set on.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2 indent45">
+<i>Herod and his people move
+slowly down the stairways
+into darkness. In radiance
+above the center appears the
+Messenger Gabriel.</i><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="p2 center">
+GABRIEL<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">The watchers of the skies, God’s messengers,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Keep ward upon this land to-night. The tyrant</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Speaketh true: the olden words shall fall</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Like blades of harvest on the innocents</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And Rachael weep, and weep uncomforted.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">So it is written. But the child they seek</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Dies not, but waits his agony, serene</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Amid the singing of the morning stars.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2 indent45">
+<i>The Gloria in Excelsis is heard
+afar off. At the left, on the hillside,
+a faint light glows upon
+a group of watching shepherds.
+As the light brightens, they hear
+the heavenly voices, see the angel,
+and, struck with awe, fall
+upon their knees.</i><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="p2 center">
+GABRIEL<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+ <img src="images/bl_013.jpg"
+ alt="blackletter text">
+</div><!--end figcenter-->
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Fear not, for behold I bring you good tidings of</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">great joy, which shall be to all people.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">For unto you is born this day, in the city of David,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">a Saviour which is Christ the Lord.</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And this shall be a sign unto you: Ye shall find</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2 indent45">
+<i>The shepherds gather wondering,
+as the heavenly messenger
+disappears and the chorus
+echoes into silence.</i><br>
+</p>
+
+<p class="p2 center">
+FIRST SHEPHERD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Saw ye, my brothers?</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+SECOND SHEPHERD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Yea truly, and marveled.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+THIRD SHEPHERD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">And lo, our people come now from the hills</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">With wonder upon them.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+SECOND SHEPHERD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">Let the sheep graze alone. The Lord his hand</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Is over us and all our flocks to-night.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="center">
+FIRST SHEPHERD<br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="poetry">
+  <div class="stanza">
+    <div class="verse indent0">This we have seen is in God’s will. And men</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Hearing of us this strange new word, will come</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">From far to kneel adoring,—all such men</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">As we who toil and watch. Not unto captains</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Of wrath, high lords, and governors of cities</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">Did he speak, but unto simple folk he came</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And cried his tidings of great joy. To us</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">God’s messenger doth pledge a Saviour Christ,</div>
+    <div class="verse indent0">And they who toil and watch, shall know of it.</div>
+  </div>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2 indent45">
+<i>He turns toward the windowless
+wall at the center.</i><br>
+</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter">
+ <img src="images/bl_015.jpg"
+ alt="blackletter text">
+</div><!--end figcenter-->
+
+<p>Let us go now unto Bethlehem and see the thing
+which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made
+known unto us.</p>
+
+<p><i>Again the trumpets sound, and a mighty
+music of voices aspires as the thronging messengers
+of heaven appear along the central causeway.
+Before them, above the windowless wall, a star
+swings magically into flame. The Shepherds and
+the Eastern Kings move toward the star, enwrapt
+and silent.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Now the wall seems suddenly to vanish. In its
+place, filled with a golden radiance, is the manger,
+and Mary the Mother holding the Child.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The Shepherds kneel in adoration; and the
+Kings lay at her feet their gifts, gold, frankincense
+and myrrh.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>Up from below come slowly the men and
+women of the nations who dwell in the city, they
+too kneeling till the stairways are dark with them;
+and all the while the music swells with a great
+gladness.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>The vision fades, and the people turn singing
+to the darkness below, where the forges are clanging.</i></p>
+
+<p><i>And now the Tree on the playing field breaks
+into light, and down the stone stairways patter the
+feet of many children, trooping with song to dance
+around its glistening spire.</i>
+</p>
+
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75977 ***</div>
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