+Scene+: _Harter kitchen as before. A year has passed and there are
certain inevitable alterations in the arrangement of the furniture
and minor details of the room. Different hams and herbs suspend from
the ceiling. The grocer’s almanac has disappeared, and there are no
plants in the recesses of the windows. A shawl hangs over the back
of the settle by the fireplace. The time is night. Dark blinds are
drawn. A candle burns on the mantelpiece, and a tall paraffin lamp
with a white glass shade stands upon the table. Under the lamp is the
work-box of Ann Redvers, open, with a litter of white work about it._
[+Ann Redvers+ _discovered, with_ +Sarah Tapp+, +Nathaniel
Tapp+, _and_ +Michael+. +Ann+ _is working_; +Sarah+ _knits
beside the fire, and_ +Nathaniel+ _is near her_. +Michael+
_smokes, sitting near his mother_.
+Tapp.+ No, ma’am, you don’t judge the evil-doer so stern as you did
use to do. But the times call for it. There’s a lot of wickedness
about, and ’tis no good looking t’other way.
+Ann.+ Let each begin at home, Nathaniel.
+Tapp.+ So I say, and so I do. ’Tis a very good thing to sweep the
Gospel broom round the dark corners of the heart.
+Sarah.+ There be many that shake at the thought of not having a spring
cleaning; yet they never think about a soul cleaning from one year’s
end to another.
[_Rises and gathers her knitting._
+Michael.+ You ought to join the Methodies, Sarah.
+Sarah.+ I call a spade a spade, and a sinner a sinner.
+Ann.+ We must do good for evil, Sarah--and think good for evil.
+Sarah.+ I never could do good for evil myself, and I won’t pretend it.
+Tapp.+ More don’t the Law of the land. Justice for evil be the Law.
+Michael.+ What is justice?
+Tapp.+ ’Tis the best that man can do. Mercy be better left to God.
+Ann.+ Maybe His mercy is the highest justice.
+Michael.+ There; you’re answered, Nat. God’s all love, or else He’s
nought.
+Tapp.+ That ain’t my idea, Mister Michael, nor yet Jehovah’s--not if I
know him.
+Sarah.+ [_Lights candle at little table beside the ‘Grandfather’
clock. To_ +Tapp+.] Come, master, ’tis bedtime for you and me.
Good-night, missis; good-night, Michael.
+Michael.+ Good-night, good-night. Pray for charity, Nat.
[_Exeunt_ +Nathaniel+ _and_ +Sarah Tapp+.
+Ann.+ Ban’t Jesse home yet?
+Michael.+ Lord knows--I don’t.
+Ann.+ I’m wishful to hear how it went at Westaway’s.
+Michael.+ Be bright, be bright, for God’s sake, mother! Put your work
by and talk.
+Ann.+ [_Puts down her work and leans forward, with her elbow on the
table and her hand on her forehead._] Ah, Michael boy--I’d talk, if
you’d but heed. If I could make you see--on this dark day----
+Michael.+ Never--never! Don’t begin that no more for I won’t hear it.
+Ann.+ Jesse understands.
+Michael.+ Understands! ’Tis he, with his cursed sighing and groaning
keeps the thing before you and serves it up red-hot on every morn.
Haven’t you suffered enough? [_Bitterly._] But well I know you’d give
yourself up this very hour if I’d let you.
+Ann.+ I’ve tried to punish myself, Michael--with secret rods.
+Michael.+ [_Starting up and walking about._] Curse Jesse for that!
’Tis him that’s the green wound--’tis him that won’t let the dead rest
in his grave. Yet you blame me--not him--me--me, that would cut my
throat to save you a pang. Ban’t I somebody, too? Ban’t my great fight
to count, too? Do I look at you with eyes like a judge? Do I----?
+Ann.+ He can’t help it; he’s built so.
+Michael.+ God keep me from unbuilding him!
+Ann.+ Don’t rage against Jesse. [_Rises and puts her arms round him._]
He loves me as well as you do in his own way. He wants my spirit to be
in peace, Michael.
+Michael.+ Then why for don’t he leave it in peace and look to his own?
I wish he was dead and in his grave. That’s the only peace he’ll ever
know.
[_Breaks from her and strides up and down._
+Ann.+ [_Sighing deeply._] He tries to help me, too. You be both love
mad for your mother. But ’tis blind love--cruel love--love that shuts
the door of Heaven against me.
+Michael.+ Hell’s my home for ever if ’tis yours. [_Enter_ +Jesse+.]
And Harter’s hell, so long as he be in it [_points at_ +Jesse+]. But
I’ll fight you and the devil both for mother--and beat you both.
+Ann.+ Michael!
+Michael.+ Mind it, mind it; and you mind it, mother. So sure as you
give yourself up, I’ll do for myself. And so sure as any other lays a
finger on you, I’ll do for him. From the first I’ve said it and, by
God, I mean it!
+Jesse.+ If you weren’t a fool----
+Ann.+ Don’t have no high words to-night, dear sons; don’t quarrel
to-night. Words won’t change what lies between us three. I sinned--I
took a man’s life--and there’s only Christ between me and eternal
death now. And you hide me from Him--you shield me from the justice of
this world, that might mean forgiveness in the next.
+Michael.+ Trust your God then, through thick and thin. You’re His
child; but you’re our mother.
+Ann.+ Wrong--double wrong was done--by me--by you.
+Michael.+ There was only one right for a son.
+Ann.+ Truth was the only right.
+Jesse.+ You won’t see truth, mother.
+Ann.+ I shall feel it through eternity, Jesse.
+Jesse.+ I’ll help you to win peace yet.
[_Enter_ +Bloom+.
+Michael.+ [_To_ +Jesse+.] Who be you to croak of peace?
+Bloom.+ Hast told ’em, Mister Jesse?
+Jesse.+ I’ve told nothing.
+Bloom.+ Then I’m full of news! Barbara Westaway have took the
hoss-doctor. No doubt to save her father ’twas done. Arscott blazed it
out afore the creditors.
[_Ann returns to her work._
+Michael.+ Old Joe’s weathered the storm again then.
+Ann.+ Have you had your supper, Jesse?
+Jesse.+ I want no supper. I want you.
+Bloom.+ It spoilt the fun, because all ended in laughter and sherry
wine. But nobody offered me a drop.
+Michael.+ You shall drink yet.
[_Gets his hat._
+Ann.+ [_To_ +Jesse+.] Did Barbara bear up pretty brave?
+Bloom.+ She’s so proud as a peacock about it, ma’am.
+Michael.+ We’ll pop across to Watchett Hill. Won’t take a minute. No
talk of devils and hell there anyway. [_To_ +Jesse+.] If I get drunky,
’tis your fault.
+Ann.+ Michael!
+Michael.+ Just to wish Barbara luck, mother. Old Joe will have his
brandy bottle out to-night. Come on, Bloom--stir your stumps!
[_Exeunt_ +Michael+ _and_ +Bloom+.
+Jesse.+ He’s right there. Harter’s a dark hole nowadays.
+Ann.+ Do others find it dark? Be there any darkness but mine?
+Jesse.+ I’m trying hard to bring you light, mother.
+Ann.+ Hope is the only light. Trouble be but froth on life’s flood,
while there’s hope. ’Tis the horror of losing Heaven that makes all
dark. For her that’s lost Heaven, the little trials of saints and
martyrs be nought, Jesse. She envies them.
+Jesse.+ If there’s a Heaven, none can lose it. A great thing’s
happened to me to-day.
+Ann.+ [_Rising._] Eat first and talk afterwards. Get up to your
chamber and tidy yourself. I’ll fetch you some supper.
+Jesse.+ It happened all in a flash. I never meant it. Like enough
you’ll say ’twas a miracle, mother. [_Goes up stairs._] But I pray ’tis
good.
[_Exit up stairs._
+Ann.+ Yes, yes--if you say so.
[+Ann+ _clears a part of the table. Then she goes off. After
a brief pause_ +Salome+ _enters. She looks about her, marks
the empty kitchen and notes Ann’s work on the table. She
goes to door and listens. Then she comes back to the centre
of the room._ +Jesse+ _appears at top of stairs_.
+Jesse.+ You!
[_Comes down quickly._
+Salome.+ Do she know you’ve told me?
+Jesse.+ Not yet.
+Salome.+ Get you gone then. I see her alone.
+Jesse.+ [_Considers._] It might be best. I was just going to tell her;
but----Come to it gently. She’s very sad. A woman’s pity--a godsend to
her to-night.
+Salome.+ Be Michael out o’ the way?
+Jesse.+ [_Picks up hat and prepares to go._] He’s gone to wish Barbara
joy. I bless you for this, Sally. [_Door opens slowly._] ’Twas good to
come to her so quick.
[_Exit_ +Jesse+ _as_ +Ann+ _enters. She carries a tray with
some cold meat on a plate, bread and a heavy knife on a
trencher, a jug of beer, and a mug. There are also a cruet
and a knife and fork on the tray._
+Ann.+ [_Standing still at sight of_ +Salome+.] Why, my dear! What does
this mean? [_Looks upstairs._] Jesse! Here’s----
+Salome.+ He’s gone out. I don’t want him.
+Ann.+ [_Puts down tray on the table._] He’s had no food since noon and
be full of some great matter. So Barbara’s tokened to Arscott? I hope
’tis no ugly buying and selling?
+Salome.+ [_Suddenly._] Ban’t there bloodstains on the linen when you
sew? [+Ann+ _drops her work and stares at_ +Salome+.] I’ve come knowing
the black truth of you, Ann Redvers.
+Ann.+ [_A great breath escapes her._] Poor Jesse--’twas that! I prayed
he’d be led to it--the last hope for me.
+Salome.+ Killed him--killed Anthony Redvers.
[_They stand with the table between them._
+Ann.+ To hear it in another mouth--and that mouth a woman’s. ’Tis like
a dream! I----Be merciful, Salome. Be just. True mercy--not false.
+Salome.+ I’d put the rope round your neck with my own hands!
+Ann.+ Then go to them that will. For a soul’s sake--to save a soul! Do
it quickly--this night--while you can.
+Salome.+ Who was she?
+Ann.+ I asked him and he wouldn’t tell! “Thank God you don’t know,” he
said.
+Salome.+ Know now then, you cold-blooded, man-killing fiend! I--I was
his secret woman--I that stand here! I loved every breath of his voice,
every hair of his head. His good was mine--and his evil. I blessed
my lot that I could kiss away a little of his troubles. I worshipped
him; I prayed to him. He was my sun, and air, and food. I only nursed
my flesh to keep it plump and sweet for him. His very, very own I
was--a part of himself; and all my light and joy you killed when you
killed him--all--all. I’m his widow--not you. ’Tis I that suffered
till my bones very near came through my skin--not you. ’Tis I that
roamed the hills and cursed God--not you. To the light you wear your
black--mine’s hid against my bosom! [_She tears open her cotton frock
and reveals black beneath it._] ’Tis out now--’tis ended--I’ve revenged
him. [+Ann’s+ _intense spiritual excitement and hope give place to mere
interest and astonishment during this speech. She gazes almost stupidly
at_ +Salome+. _When the speech is spoken_, +Ann+ _broods in silence.
Her eyes traverse_ +Salome+ _darkly and curiously. They look through
her and ravish her._] Be you dumb? Be you frozen, you murderess?
+Ann.+ [_Displaying no emotion and no spark of anger._] You--you at
the very gates of Harter! Be what the men like never known to us? Poor
girl! And you hid it after. What is there we can’t hide?
+Salome.+ Nought beyond the time. ’Tis you shall suffer now, you
flint-hearted wretch. They’ll put you away if there’s justice in the
world. I’ve given you up. Your time’s short. They’ll tear you out
of this to-night. [+Ann+ _lifts her hands to Heaven and forgets_
+Salome+.] For hate--for everlasting hate I done it.
+Ann.+ Not the hate of women nor the hands of men can hurt me, Salome.
What be the hate of this world to her that has lost the next? Do you
know what it is to let the devil slip into your heart to steal your
soul? You poor, broken thing, I’ve prayed for this to happen night and
day. And now ’tis come. Dark are the Lord’s ways and wonderful.
+Salome.+ Never name your Lord to me--for hate, I say.
+Ann.+ Your woman’s hate do stand for God’s love.
+Salome.+ What love should you have that killed Anthony? Be your bloody
soul worth saving?
[_Enter_ +Jesse+ _in haste and fear_.
+Jesse.+ Police have driven up from Okehampton----
+Ann.+ The messengers
+Jesse.+ Mother, you haven’t----?
+Salome.+ ’Twas I. Get her bonnet and shawl. They won’t let her out of
their sight no more.
+Ann.+ The Lord have used my son to save me.
[_Enter the police; an Inspector and two constables._
+Jesse.+ Yonder woman’s daft.
[_Points at_ +Salome+.
+Ann.+ God called: she was bound to hear.
+Inspector.+ I have a warrant to----
+Ann.+ I know it, neighbour.
+Jesse.+ It shan’t be, mother!
+Ann.+ Thank God it shall be, Jesse.
+Jesse.+ Michael! Michael!
+Ann.+ [_To_ +Inspector+.] Come, friend. Hate have done what love could
not. So God works. [_To_ +Salome+.] If a sinful woman’s prayer can
reach the Throne for you---- [_Kisses_ +Jesse+.] Tell Michael that his
mother be in peace at last.
[_Takes shawl from settle and puts it over her head. The
Inspector goes out. The two policemen walk one on each side
of_ +Ann+ _and she goes out in obvious joy between them._
+Jesse.+ Mother--mother!
[_Hastens out._ +Salome+ _buttons her dress and stands and
listens. She picks up her sunbonnet and is about to go when_
+Jesse+ _returns._
+Jesse.+ Tell me!
+Salome.+ They wouldn’t believe it, but I made ’em. I hope they’ll kill
her.
+Jesse.+ Are you mad?
+Salome.+ [_Shakes her head._] Only cursed tired. ’Tis funny--I can
scarce keep my eyes open.
+Jesse.+ You traitor!
+Salome.+ Not I. Faithful--faithful to him always. Would that I’d let
her be.
+Jesse.+ Speak clear if you know how.
+Salome.+ I’ve let her out of hell and Ann Redvers be going to pray
to her brave God to forgive me! Better she prayed for you, you poor
slack-twisted shadow. [+Jesse+ _makes frantic questioning gesture._]
You, that can’t keep red secrets--you, that don’t believe in souls!
Here’s a better tale than yours. Meat for your master was I--your
‘nameless harlot’--your father’s jewel--his joy--his own. Ah! Now ’tis
your turn, you poor wretch.
+Jesse.+ Unsay it!
+Salome.+ She went like a girl to her lover. Did you see the light on
her face? Did you see her eyes?
+Jesse.+ ’Tis death, Salome.
+Salome.+ I meant it so. But ’tis life--life for her--dust and ashes
for me.
+Jesse.+ ’Tis death, I tell you. What’s there left now? ’Tis I that
have given her up, not you. ’Tis I have put her away. You hid from
me; you lied to me--you’ve done for me--I that loved you so true. All
gone--all--every hope--every straw to catch it.
+Salome.+ Think of yourself--always yourself. The way of your folk.
The way of your mother and her soul. But it wasn’t his way--not my
Anthony’s.
+Jesse.+ ’Twas for mother I fought, for mother I came to you--that you
might make her burden lighter.
+Salome.+ Be glad then. For I’ve took her burden off. Her God was on
her side, wasn’t He? I meant to break her. But she laughed at me--same
as I laugh at you.
+Jesse.+ I’ll fight no more.
+Salome.+ Fight for your soul. Believe Ann Redvers. Souls be the only
standby for the likes of you. [+Michael+ _and_ +Bloom+ _heard talking
outside._] Here’s Michael!
+Jesse.+ Oh, that I had been a steadfast fool like him.
+Salome.+ Souls are more than sons, or mothers, or lovers. I said you
and me might die together. We shall be dust afore his rage in a minute.
+Jesse.+ Get gone then for God’s sake!
[_Goes to door._
+Salome.+ Be you afeared? Who shall be feared that have a soul? You’ll
be in Heaven afore your mother yet! Let Michael put me to sleep--I’d
thank him.
[_Enter_ +Bloom+ _and_ +Michael+.
+Michael.+ [_Market merry._] Hullo Sally! More good luck--eh? But me
and Bloom have had a skinful with your father to-night. And damned
strong we had it too. Bloom’s a goner.
+Bloom.+ [_Fresh._] He--he--he! A ‘skinful’ be a very clever word!
Brandy’s the boy for me! It goeth for ’e like a tiger!
+Michael.+ Be it good luck, you two?
+Salome.+ You can wish your mother good luck. She’s happy--she’s got
her way.
+Michael.+ Well done her. A brother must have a kiss, Sally!
[_Approaches_ +Salome+ _to kiss her._
+Salome.+ You’ll find your mother to Okehampton in the lock up. I’ve
saved her soul. They’ve took her for the murder of her husband a year
ago. All my brave work! Now kiss me!
[+Michael+ _regards_ +Jesse+, _and his face changes from
happiness to horror._
+Jesse.+ ’Tis truth. I told her.
[+Michael+ _falls back a step to the table. His eyes are
only on_ +Jesse+. _Then he picks up the bread-knife from
the trencher._ +Jesse+ _crosses his arms and waits for his
brother._ +Michael+, _with a loud and inarticulate sound,
dashes at_ +Jesse+ _and catches him round the neck. But_
+Bloom+ _catches_ +Michael+ _round the waist and_ +Salome+
_seizes his right hand with the knife, as he swings it back
to strike. The knife falls._ +Jesse+ _gets clear of the
others_. +Michael+ _struggles_. +Salome+ _helps_ +Bloom+ _to
hold him back_.
+Bloom.+ Run--run for God’s sake--us weak worms can’t hold him!
+Jesse.+ I’ll spare you that, Michael boy!
[_Goes out, leaving the door open behind him._ +Michael+
_throws_ +Salome+ _off. She falls and rises quickly. Then_
+Michael+, _now beside himself, strikes_ +Bloom+ _in the
face and brings him to his knees. He tears_ +Bloom’s+ _hands
away from his legs and is free. He starts for door. At this
moment a gun is heard to fire whence_ +Jesse+ _has gone_.
+Michael+ _stops his rush and stands motionless. The eyes of
all three are turned to the open door. A whiff of smoke
drifts through it._
+Bloom.+ [_On one knee._] He’s done you!
[_He rises and hastens off._ +Michael+ _follows_ +Bloom+
_quickly_.
_Curtain._