SCENE.--_Interior of_ JOHN MAYNARD'S _house. In flat_, R.
C., _bow-window, backed by road and trees, white with snow;
snow falling; door_ L. _Open fire-place_, R., _with bright
fire; beside it, a high-backed seat for two; bureau between
door and window, in flat. Mantle over the fire-place,
with dried grasses in vases, clock, and other ornaments.
Arm-chair_ L.; _chair back of that. Door_ R. U. E.; _door_
L., _2d entrance_. MRS. MAYNARD _discovered at window,
looking out_.
MRS. MAYNARD. The snow comes faster and faster. It's time Stub was
back from the depot with Charity. Ah, 'twill be a dull Thanksgiving
for us this year: not like the old times when we had Charley, Harry,
and Jessie, to make us all merry. Dear me! time does break up
households. (_Enter_ JOHN _from door_ L.)
JOHN. I've put him on Harry's bed, mother. I expect you'll scold when
you see your white counterpane muddied by his boots, for I couldn't
get him beneath it. Poor devil! I fear 'twill be his deathbed. I'd
about made up my mind that I'd never give another tramp shelter;
but he looked so bad, I hadn't the heart to turn him away (_sits on
bench_) when I thought, mother, that our poor boy might have come in
the same way.
MRS. MAYNARD (_comes down_). That's so like you, John! Is he very bad?
JOHN. Yes: broken down with hunger and drink. He begged hard for a
little brandy. It was well I had none, for 'twould have been cruel to
refuse him, and I would die ere I touched the curse, the cause of so
much misery to us.
MRS. MAYNARD. Ah, John, all that's over.
JOHN. Yes, mother, we must hope for the best. He was saved, thanks to
Charity: but still I fear for him. 'Twill be a day to remember, when
we have him back.
MRS. MAYNARD. A long, long year since Charity found him, and no word
or sign from our loved one.
JOHN. Ah, mother, I like that: I was uncharitable,--I, who have been
so bitter against others who turned their faces from the fallen. But
I'm proud of _him_. "Tell father," he said to Charity, "tell him I
will never cross his threshold till I can return as I went,--a man."
That's so like a Maynard! that's the true grit: I like that.
MRS. MAYNARD. And Charity will give us no news of him.
JOHN. No: she shakes her head. "Give him time, give him time:" but
she smiles when she says it; and, when Charity smiles, you can depend
upon it all's going well. We must trust her, mother. So we have two
more faces in the fire, Harry's and Jessie's. (_Sleigh-bells heard
without._) Ah! there she is, there she is! (_Goes to window._) No,
it's Tom and Kitty with the baby. Why, mother, they've brought the
baby: here's a surprise for you.
TOM (_outside_). Whoa, I tell you! Give me the baby, Kitty: that's all
right. Now come along, come along. (_Enters door in flat, with a baby
well bundled in his arms._)
JOHN. Tom, glad to see you: this is hearty. Come to the fire; and,
Kitty, give us a smack. (_Kisses_ KITTY.)
TOM. Hallo! easy there; but I suppose it's all right.
JOHN. Right? of course 'tis. Now give me the baby.
TOM. To serve in the same style? No, I thank you; it's a tenderer bit
than Kitty.
KITTY. Tom, don't be silly!
MRS. MAYNARD. I'll take him, Tom, the little darling. (_Takes baby._)
TOM (_reluctantly giving it up_). Certainly, only handle him gently:
I'm terribly anxious.
MRS. MAYNARD (_sits on settle._ JOHN _helps_ KITTY _off with her
things_). Oh, you little beauty!
TOM (_leans on mantle, back, and watches her_). The picture of his
daddy: that's what they all say. Is his nose all right? Ain't much of
it, but, if the frost got at it, good-by nose. Take care! Oh, Lord, I
thought you had dropped him. Hey, Johnny, look up: he's a smart one
for a three-months' older. Hadn't I better take him?
KITTY. Tom, do you suppose Mrs. Maynard don't know how to handle a
baby?
TOM. Well, I don't know, Kitty; they break awful easy. You just keep
your eye on him until I put up the horse. (_Going; returns._) Does he
look all right, Mrs. Maynard?
MRS. MAYNARD. Right! don't you see he's wide awake?
TOM. Yes: but hadn't he ought to be asleep?
KITTY. Tom, do go and put up your horse. I never saw such a goose;
when he's awake, you think he should be asleep, and when he's asleep
you want to wake him.
TOM. Parental anxiety. You see, Mrs. Maynard, this is something new to
me.
KITTY. Well, isn't it new to all of us? Do go along!
TOM. I'm off. (_Exit door in flat._)
KITTY. Such a plague!
JOHN. Ah, Kitty, not satisfied! You regret not having taken the other,
Nat Harlow.
KITTY. No, indeed. Tom's the best husband in the world. I've not heard
a cross word from him the whole year since we've been married; but he
does make such a fuss about baby! Sha'n't I take him, Mrs. Maynard?
JOHN. Oh, ho! somebody else makes a fuss too. (_Sleigh-bells heard._)
Ah, here's Charity at last.
CHARITY (_outside_). Drive to the barn, Stub; I'll jump out. (_Enters
door in flat._) Here I am, you dear old John. (_Shakes hands, and
kisses_ JOHN.)
JOHN. Welcome, Charity; a thousand times welcome!
CHARITY. I knew you'd be glad to see me. (_Runs to_ MRS. MAYNARD, _and
kisses her_.) You dear, dear old Hannah!
MRS. MAYNARD. Ah, Charity, you always bring sunlight with you.
CHARITY. A baby! bless me! Oh! it's yours, Kitty. That for you
(_kisses her_), and this for the baby. (_Kisses baby._)
KITTY. Young as ever, Mrs. Goodall. Come, Mrs. Maynard, let me carry
the baby off to bed. Don't move: I know the way. (_Takes baby, and
exits_ R. U. E.)
JOHN. Now, Charity, our boy--
MRS. MAYNARD. Yes, Harry! What news?
CHARITY. Dear me! do let me get my things off. (_Removes cloak and
hat._ MRS. MAYNARD _takes them, and carries them off_ R. U. E. CHARITY
_sits, and looks into fire_.) What a glorious blaze! (JOHN _leans on
back of bench_.) Ah, John, I've often envied you your quiet evenings
here, with this for company; often seen you and Hannah sitting here
together, taking so much comfort. (_Enter_ MRS. MAYNARD, R. U. E.,
_and leans on bench, between_ CHARITY _and the fire_.)
MRS. MAYNARD. O Charity! tell us of our boy.
JOHN. Yes, yes, Charity, be merciful: what of him?
CHARITY (_rises and comes_ L.). Oh, do be patient! I've a strange
fancy to see how you look there in the old seat. Come, take your
places, and tell me what you see there. (JOHN _sits with_ MRS. MAYNARD
_on bench, she next the fire; he takes her hand_.) That's nice. (_Goes
to back of bench._) Now, tell me, what see you there? (_Enter_ STUB,
_door in flat, excitedly_.)
STUB. I've put 'em up, Miss Charity, an'--an'--
CHARITY. Silence, Stub! (_He comes down_ L.)
STUB (_aside_). Dat's de quarest woman eber I see: ben in de house
five minutes, an' not tole de news.
CHARITY. Well, John, I'm waiting.
JOHN. There, Charity, is my picture-gallery of old memories, that both
sadden and cheer waiting and aching hearts. What do I see? (_Looking
into fire._) The face of my brave soldier boy: the face that has
glowed upon us in its noble manhood for many, many years.
CHARITY. The face of a hero, John: there are no bitter memories there.
He died bravely: passed into the better life with the grand army of
martyrs, crowned with glory.
STUB. Yas indeed, dead an' gone, Massa Cap'n: God bless him! Miss
Charity, am you gwine to tell--
CHARITY. Be silent! (STUB _goes_ L., _shaking his head_.)
STUB. I shall bust it out: I can't help it.
CHARITY. Well, brother John.
JOHN. Another, a younger face. Now I see it with the glow of health
upon the cheeks, the eye bright and laughing, as I have seen it come
and go before me in the old days. And now--'tis pale and haggard: the
eyes are bloodshot. O Charity, the face that has haunted my sleep! I
have tried to shut it out; but it comes before me with a look full of
reproach. Oh had I but been merciful, all this might not have been!
CHARITY. And yet that, too, is the face of a hero.
STUB. Oh! why don't she tell 'em?
CHARITY. Go on, John: look once more.
JOHN. Once more: the face of a fair, bright girl, who won her way to
my heart. I never knew how much I loved, until I lost her. She left
me, nobly left me: I had no right to stay her. Will she come back,
Charity? will she?
STUB. Why, don't you know--
CHARITY. Silence, Stub! Now, brother John, let me tell you what I
see there. I see the face of that same brave, true girl, in all its
beauty: the girl who forsook home and friends, with the brave wish
in her heart to save her lover from destruction. I see her gladly
embracing a life of hard, grinding poverty, cheering the fainting
spirit of a broken man, guarding and guiding him through the dark
valley of remorse, until he stands alone, strong, resolute, determined.
JOHN. Jessie, our Jessie: well, well, go on.
CHARITY. I see her with the rich glow of health again mantling her
cheeks: I hear the ringing laugh of the happy girl again: I see her
returning to her father's house (_enter_ JESSIE, _door in flat_), a
proud, true, happy wife!
JESSIE (_running down to_ JOHN). Here, here again: dear, dear father!
JOHN (_rising, and taking her in his arms_). Jessie, my darling, a
thousand and a thousand times welcome!
JESSIE. Dear, dear mother, your child has returned to you.
MRS. MAYNARD (_takes her in her arms_). O Jessie, Jessie, welcome! do
you come alone?
CHARITY. Be patient! sit you down and listen. (_They sit again_,
JESSIE _kneeling between_ MRS. MAYNARD _and the fire_.)
STUB. Wh-wh-what all dis mean? Ain't you gwine--
CHARITY. Silence, Stub! I see another face,--the face of the young
man who went forth to fight the battle of temptation. I see him
struggling: I see friends around him: I see one with a true, loving
heart, clinging to him through good and evil report: see him fighting
valiantly in the distant West: see the freshness of renewed life in
his ruddy cheek, until, his foe beneath his feet, he comes back to his
old home. (_Enter_ HARRY, _door in flat_.)
JOHN (_rushing down_ R.). I see it all, Charity: my boy has come home.
Where, oh, where is he?
HARRY. Here, father, here.
JOHN (_turns_). O Harry, Harry! my dear, dear boy! (_Rushing into his
arms._)
STUB. Hi, golly! dat's de ticket, dat's de ticket!
HARRY. Mother, have you no word for the truant?
MRS. MAYNARD (_embracing him_). My heart is too full, Harry! (HARRY,
C.; MRS. MAYNARD, R. C.; JESSIE, R.; MR. MAYNARD, L. C.; CHARITY, L.;
STUB, _extreme_ L.)
HARRY. Mother, father, of the bitter past--
JOHN. We'll not hear a word, Harry. We have you safe again: let the
sorrows of the past be forgotten in the joy of the present. Mother,
look at him! what a frame, what a face! Hang me, if I don't believe
all this has been a joke!
HARRY. Nay, father, in remembering the trials we have passed, we gain
new hope for the future. I am a free man, with a home of my own; rich
Western lands own me as master; but I owe all to the dear girl who
loved me,--the brave, noble woman who befriended me. Come here, little
wife: let my parents see that the child they adopted is now theirs by
right. (JESSIE _goes to him_.)
JESSIE. Yes, father, we ran away and were married: will you forgive us?
JOHN. Forgive you, puss? it was Harry's salvation! (_Enter_ TOM, _door
in flat_.)
TOM. There, the horse is all right: now for the baby. Bless my soul,
where's the baby? (_Enter_ KITTY, R. U. E.)
KITTY. Asleep, Tom; don't make such a noise!
TOM. Asleep! he'll die of starvation. Here! (_Takes nursing-bottle
from his pocket._) I forgot to leave his luncheon.
KITTY (_snatching bottle_). Tom, I'm ashamed of you, before all these
folks! (_They go up. Enter_ CAPT. BRAGG, _door in flat_.)
CAPT. Ah, Maynard, how are you? I just dropped in as I was going by.
Why, bless my soul! Harry Maynard, as fresh as a buttercup! Why, how
are you? and Jessie too! Well, this is glorious! (_Shakes hands._)
John, old friend, you're a lucky dog! I thought the boy was about
gone, the last time I saw him; but he's come round all right. Ah!
I always told you to keep up a stout heart! Look at me: I'm nearly
seventy: my boy has been gone twenty years; but I know he'll come
back,--come back a hero, or a millionnaire: he couldn't help it! he's
a Bragg. He'll come back!
THORNTON (_outside_, L.). Away! away, you cannot reach me: I defy
you, I defy you! (_Rushes in_ L., _and falls prostrate at_ BRAGG'S
_feet_.)
CAPT. (_shrinking back_). Hallo, what's this?
HARRY (_runs to_ THORNTON, _and raises his head_). Merciful Heavens,
'tis Thornton!
ALL. Thornton!
THORNTON (_feebly_). Who said Thornton? What, Maynard! Maynard, you
here?
HARRY. O Thornton! has it come to this?
THORNTON. Yes, Maynard, I'm down: down deeper than I had you. There's
no hope! Only a year, only a year! I was cheated. I, who thought
myself so shrewd and keen, in one night lost all, and took to drink.
Oh, it's glorious to drown all trouble in the flowing bowl! Ha, ha!
but it gets you at last: it has me. I have begged, cheated, stolen,
for a single draught. Give me a drink: a drop of brandy, only a drop
to cool my burning throat!
HARRY. You ask this of me, whom you so bitterly wronged?
THORNTON. Yes, I did wrong you; but I loved that girl as I loved but
one other! Maynard, Maynard, hear me! this one woman I wronged: she
haunts me: she was my wife. I forsook her, cast her off. She came from
your native town. Her name--her name was--Alice Clarke.
JOHN. Alice Clarke--Jessie's mother!
THORNTON. Jessie's mother! No, no; don't tell me that: don't make me a
greater villain than I know myself to be.
JOHN. She died beneath my roof, giving her child to my keeping.
JESSIE. He is my father: stand back! Harry, my place is here!
(_Kneels, and supports him._)
THORNTON (_looks in her face_). And I pursued you with a sinful love:
brought _him_ down to the very gates of death.
JESSIE. All is forgotten, all forgiven, father.
THORNTON. Take her away, take her away: I can't bear her touch!
(_Crawls down stage._) Her eyes glare at me! There's the look of her
dead mother in them. Oh, spare me, spare me!
HARRY. O Thornton, Thornton, this is terrible!
THORNTON. Thornton! you're wrong. Call me by my rightful name: you
must have heard it,--William Bragg.
JOHN. William Bragg?
CAPT. No, no; it cannot be! You, you my Bill? Curse you: you stole
that name! That was my boy's,--a handsome, noble fellow!
THORNTON. I am your son!
CAPT. It's a lie: you're a miserable wretch! Think you a Bragg would
come home in such a plight? I'll not believe it. (_Looks at him, then
sinks on his knees, covers his face._) It's false! I can not, will not
believe it.
THORNTON. You must, you do, old man. You might have made me a better
man; but you nursed my vanity, and--well, well, it's all over now.
I've dug my grave: let me rest in peace.
CAPT. (_rising to his feet_). No, no peace for you: you have disgraced
my name. Die, die like a dog! Why did you come back here to ruin me,
to drag me down from my position, to make me a by-word and a scorn
among my neighbors? Why didn't you die in the gutters of your infamous
city? But here, here! Die, but take my--
CHARITY (_puts her hand on his shoulder_). Pause ere you speak. He is
dying; he has sinned: leave his punishment to a higher Power. Here,
where our hearts are warm with gratitude for a blessed deliverance,
curse not, but forgive as we all hope to be forgiven!
TABLEAU.--_With her left hand on his shoulder_, BRAGG
_slowly sinks to his knees; her other hand is pointed
up_. THORNTON _feebly raises his head, and follows her
hand_. HARRY _sits in chair_, L., _with his arm about_
JESSIE, _who kneels at his side, looking at_ THORNTON; STUB
_extreme_ L. JOHN MAYNARD _with his wife stand_ R., _2d
entrance_; KITTY _on bench_; TOM _leaning on back of bench,
looking at_ THORNTON. _Slow curtain; music_:--
"In the sweet by and by," &c.
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Transcriber's Notes
Retained author's use of lowercase words at the beginning of some
sentences.