f p S 3513 L35 P6 '1920 [Copy i AYS ■ By Susan Glaspell BOSTON Small, Maynard & Company Glass _£S_^51L3 Bnhlc«Li 3fi'T } (n COPYRIGHT DEPOSIT. PLAYS BY SUSAN GLASPELL BOSTON SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY PUBLISHERS ?9> s " 6' i K / x \ er and swings the broken door, swings it again, both women watch it. Mrs. Hale You weren't raised round here, were you? [Mrs. Peters shakes her head.] You didn't know — her? Mrs. Peters Not till they brought her yesterday. Mrs. Hale She — come to think of it, she was kind of like a bird herself — real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and — fluttery. How — she — did — change. [Si- lence; then as if struck by a happy thought and re- lieved to get back to every day things.] Tell you what, Mrs. Peters, why don't you take the quilt in with you ? It might take up her mind. Mrs. Peters Why, I think that's a real nice idea, Mrs. Hale. There couldn't possibly be any objection to it, could TRIFLES 23 there? Now, just what would I take? I wonder if her patches are in here — and her things. [They look in the sewing basket. Mrs. Hale Here's some red. I expect this has got sewing things in it. [Brings out a fancy box.] What a pretty box. Looks like something somebody would give you. Maybe her scissors are in here. [Opens box. Suddenly puts her hand to her nose.] Why — [Mrs. Peters bends nearer, then turns her face away.] There's something wrapped up in this piece of silk. Mrs. Peters Why, this isn't her scissors. Mrs. Hale [Lifting the silk.] Oh, Mrs. Peters — its — [Mrs. Peters bends closer. Mrs. Peters It's the bird. Mrs. Hale [Jumping up.] But, Mrs. Peters — look at it ! It's neck ! Look at its neck ! It's all — other side to. Mrs. Peters Somebody — wrung — its — neck. [Their eyes meet. A look of growing comprehension, of horror* Steps are heard outside. Mrs. Hale slips box under quilt pieces, and sinks into her chair. Enter Sheriff and 24 TRIFLES County Attorney. Mrs. Peters rises. County Attorney [As one turning from serious things to little pleas- antries.] Well, ladies, have you decided whether she was going to quilt it or knot it ? Mrs. Peters We think she was going to — knot it. County Attorney Well, that's interesting, I'm sure. [Seeing the bird- cage.] Has the bird flown? Mrs. Hale [Putting more quilt pieces over the box.] We think the — cat got it. County Attorney [Preoccupied.] Is there a cat? [Mrs. Hale glances in a quick covert way at Mrs. Peters. Mrs. Peters Well, not now. They're superstitious, you know. They leave. County Attorney [To Sheriff Peters, continuing an interrupted conversation.] No sign at all of anyone having come from the outside. Their own rope. Now let's go up again and go over it piece by piece. [They start TRIFLES 25 upstairs.] It would have to have been someone who knew just the — [Mrs. Peters sits down. The two women sit there not looking at one another, but as if peering into some- thing and at the same time holding back. When they talk now it is in the manner of feeling their way over strange ground, as if afraid of what they are saying, but as if they can not help saying it. Mrs. Hale She liked the bird. She was going to bury it in that pretty box. Mrs. Peters [In a whisper. 1 When I was a girl — my kitten — there was a boy took a hatchet, and before my eyes — and before I could get there — [Covers her face an instant.] If they hadn't held me back I would have — [Catches herself, looks upstairs where steps are heard, falters weakly] — hurt him. Mrs. Hale [With a slow look around her.] I wonder how it would seem never to have had any children around. [Pause.] No, Wright wouldn't like the bird — a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too. Mrs. Peters [Moving uneasily.] We don't know who killed the bird. 26 TRIFLES Mrs. Hale I knew John Wright. Mrs. Peters It was an awful thing was done in this house that night, Mrs. Hale. Killing a man while he slept, slip- ping a rope around his neck that choked the life out of him. Mrs. Hale His neck. Choked the life out of him. [Her hand goes out and rests on the bird-cage. Mrs. Peters [With rising voice.] We don't know who killed him. We dont know. Mrs. Hale [Her own feeling not interrupted.] If there'd been years and years of nothing, then a bird to sing to you, it would be awful — still, after the bird was still. Mrs. Peters [Something within her speaking.] I know what stillness is. When we homesteaded in Dakota, and my first baby died — after he was two years old, and me with no other then — Mrs. Hale [Moving.] How soon do you suppose they'll be through, looking for the evidence? TRIFLES 27 Mrs. Peters I know what stillness is. [Pulling herself back.] The law has got to punish crime, Mrs. Hale. Mrs. Hale [Not as if answering that.] I wish you'd seen Minnie Foster when she wore a white dress with blue ribbons and stood up there in the choir and sang. [A look around the room.] Oh, I wish I'd come over here once in a while ! That was a crime ! That was a crime ! Who's going to punish that ? Mrs. Peters [Looking upstairs.] We mustn't — take on. Mrs. Hale I might have known she needed help ! I know how things can be — for women. I tell you, it's queer, Mrs. Peters. We live close together and we live far apart. We all go through the same things — it's all just a different kind of the same thing. [Brushes her eyes, noticing the bottle of fruit, reaches out for it.] If I was you I wouldn't tell her her fruit was gone. Tell her it ain't. Tell her it's all right. Take this in to prove it to her. She — she may never know whether it was broke or not. Mrs. Peters [Takes the bottle, looks about for something to wrap it in; takes petticoat from the clothes brought from the other room, very nervously begins winding this around the bottle. In a false voice.] My, it's a good thing the men couldn't hear us. Wouldn't they just 28 TRIFLES laugh! Getting all stirred up over a little thing like a — dead canary. As if that could have anything to do with — with — wouldn't they laugh 1 [The men are heard coming down stairs. Mrs. Hale [Under her breath.] Maybe they would' — maybe they wouldn't. County Attorney No, Peters, it's all perfectly clear except a reason for doing it. But you know juries when it comes to women. If there was some definite thing. Something to show — something to make a story about — a thing that would connect up with this strange way of doing it — [The women's eyes meet for an instant. Enter Hale from outer door. Hale Well, I've got the team around. Pretty cold out there. County Attorney I'm going to stay here a while by myself. [To the Sheriff.] You can send Frank out for me, can't you ? I want to go over everything. I'm not satisfied that we can't do better. Sheriff Do you want to see what Mrs. Peters is going to take in? [The Lawyer goes to the table, picks up the apron, laughs. TRIFLES 29 County Attorney Oh, I guess they're not very dangerous things the ladies have picked out. [Moves a fezu things about, disturbing the quilt pieces which cover the box. Steps back.] No, Mrs. Peters doesn't need supervising. For that matter, a sheriff's wife is married to the law. Ever think of it that way, Mrs. Peters? Mrs. Peters Not — just that way. Sheriff [Chuckling, ,] Married to the law. [Moves to- ward the other room.] I just want you to come in here a minute, George. We ought to take a look at these windows. County Attorney [ScoMngly.] Oh, windows! Sheriff We'll he right out, Mr. Hale. [Hale goes outside. The Sheriff fol- lows the County Attorney into the other room. Then Mrs. Hale rises, hands tight together, looking in- tensely at Mrs. Peters, whose eyes make a slow turn, finally meeting Mrs. Hale's. A moment Mrs. Hale holds her, then her own eyes point the way to where the box is concealed. Suddenly Mrs. Peters throws back quilt pieces and tries to put the box in the bag she is 30 TRIFLES wearing. It is too big. She opens box, starts to take bird out, cannot touch it, goes to pieces, stands there helpless. Sound of a knob turning in the other room. Mrs. Hale snatches the box and puts it in the pocket of her big coat. Enter County Attorney and Sheriff. County Attorney [Facetiously.] Well, Henry, at least we found out that she was not going to quilt it. She was going to — what is it you call it, ladies ? Mrs. Hale [Her hand against her pocket.] We call it — knot it, Mr. Henderson. (Curtain) THE PEOPLE A PLAY IN ONE ACT First performed by the Provincetown Players New York, March 9, 1917 ORIGINAL CAST Edward Wills, Editor of " The People " George Cram Cook Oscar Tripp, Associate Editor . Pendleton King The Artist Donald Corley Sara Nina Moise Tom Howe, Printer Lewis B. Ell The Boy from Georgia .... Leslie C. Bemis The Man from the Cape Ira Remsen The Woman from Idaho . . . Susan Glaspell The Earnest Approach .... Lew Parrish The Light Touch Pierre Loving The Firebrand ......... Harry Kemp The Philosopher .... Hutchinson Collins THE PEOPLE Scene : The office of " The People," a morning in March, 1917. There is little furniture — a long table strewn with manuscripts and papers, a desk. On the walls are revolutionary posters; wads of paper are thrown about on the floor — the office of a publication which is radical and poor. This is an inner office; at the rear is the door into the outer one. Oscar is seated at the table writing. .Tom, a printer who loves the cause — or the crowd — almost enough to print for it, comes from the other room, a galley-proof in his hand. Tom Why are you writing? Oscar [Jauntily.] Because I am a writer. Tom But I thought you said there wasn't going to be another issue of The People. Oscar [With dignity.] I am writing. Tom There's a woman here with a suit case. Oscar What's in it? 33 34 THE PEOPLE Tom She wants to see the Editor. Oscar [After writing.] All right. [Tom goes out and a moment later the woman appears. She is middle aged, wears plain clothes not in fash- ion. Her manner is a little shrink- ing and yet as she stands in the doorway looking about the bare room, her face is the face of one who has come a long way and reached a wonderful place. The Woman This is the office of The People? Oscar Um-hum. The Woman [In a bated way.] I came to see the author of those wonderful words. Oscar [Rising.] Which wonderful words? The Woman About moving toward the beautiful distances. Oscar Oh. Those are Mr. Wills' wonderful words. [Begins to write as one who has lost interest. THE PEOPLE 35 The Woman Could I see him? Oscar He isn't here yet. He's just back from California. Won't be at the office till a little later. The Woman [With excitement.] He has been to California? He has just ridden across this country? Oscar Yes. Long trip. He was very cross over the 'phone. The Woman Oh — no. I think you're mistaken. Oscar Anything you care to see me about? The Woman [After considering.] I could see him a little later, couldn't I ? Oscar Yes, if its important. Of course he'll be very busy. The Woman It is important. At least — yes, it is important. Oscar Very well then — later in the morning. 36 THE PEOPLE The Woman [Thinking aloud.] I will stand down on the street and watch the people go by. Oscar What? The Woman The people. It's so wonderful to see them — so many of them. Don't you often just stand and watch them? Oscar No, madam, not often. I am too busy editing a magazine about them. The Woman Of course you are busy. You help edit this maga- zine? [Looks about at the posters. Oscar I am associate editor of The People. The Woman That's a great thing for you — and you so young. Does Mr. Wills write in this room? Oscar That is his desk. The Woman [Looking at the desk.] It must be a wonderful thing for you to write in the same room with him. THE PEOPLE 37 Oscar Well, I don't know ; perhaps it is a wonderful thing for him to — I am Oscar Tripp, the poet. The Woman [Wistfully.] It would be beautiful to be a poet. [Pause.] I will come back later. [Picks up suit-case. Oscar Just leave that if you aren't going to be using it in the meantime. The Woman [Putting it down near the door.] Oh, thank you. I see you are a kind young man. Oscar That is not the general opinion. The Woman I wonder why it is that the general opinion is so often wrong? [Stands considering it for a moment, then goes out. Oscar I don't quite understand that woman. [Tom comes back. Tom If this paper can't go on, I ought to know it. I 38 THE PEOPLE could get a job on the Evening World. [Oscar con- tinues writing.] Can it go on? Oscar I don't see how it can, but many a time I haven't seen how it could — and it did. Doubtless it will go on, and will see days so much worse than these that we will say, " Ah, the good old days of March, 1917." Tom But can it pay salaries? Oscar [Shocked.] Oh, no, I think not; but we must work because we love our work. Tom We must eat because we love our food. Oscar You'll know soon. There's to be a meeting here this morning. [Enter Sara. Tom goes into the other room. Sara has the appearance of a young business woman and the simple direct manner of a woman who is ready to work for a thing she believes in. Sara Ed not here yet? Oscar No. THE PEOPLE 39 Sara Did he get any money? Oscar Doesn't look like it. He was snappish over the phone. Guess he's for giving it up this time. Sara I don't want to give it up. [She takes a seat at the table where Oscar is writing and unfolds a man- uscript she has brought with her. Oscar Well, it's not what we want, it's what people want, and there aren't enough of them who want us. Sara The fault must lie with us. Oscar I dont think so. The fault lies with the failure to — [The Artist has entered. Artist I'll tell you where the fault lies. We should give more space to pictures and less to stupid reading matter. Oscar We have given too much expensive white paper to pictures and too little to reading matter — especially to poetry. That's where the fault lies. [Enter Edward Wills, editor. 40 THE PEOPLE Ed I'll tell you where the fault lies. [Points -first to The Artist, then to Oscar.] Here! Just this! Everybody plugging for his own thing. Nobody car- ing enough about the thing as a whole. Oscar [Rising.] I'll tell you where the fault lies. [Points to Ed.] Here! This. The Editor-in-chief return- ing from a long trip and the first golden words that fall from his lips words of censure for his faithful subordinates. Sara How are you Ed ? Ed Rotten. I hate sleeping cars. I always catch cold. Sara Any luck? Ed [His hand around his ear.] What's the word? [Enter The Earnest Approach. Earnest Approach I have heard that you may have to discontinue. Ed [Sitting down at his desk, beginning to look through his mail.] It seems we might as well. Earnest Approach Now just let me tell you what the trouble has been THE PEOPLE 41 and how you can remedy it. The People has been afraid of being serious. But you deal with ideas, and you must do it soberly. There is a place for a good earnest journal of protest, but all this levity — this fooling — [Enter The Light Touch. Light Touch Came in to see you, Ed, to say I hope the news I'm hearing isn't true. Ed If it's bad, it's true. Light Touch Well, it's an awful pity, but you've been too damn serious. A lighter touch — that's what The People needs. You're as heavy as mud. Try it awhile longer along frivolous lines. I was in the building and just ran in to let you have my idea of what's the matter with you. Oscar If we had as many subscribers as we have people to tell us what's the matter with us — [Enter Philosopher and Firebrand, Tom follows them in, a page of man- uscript in his hand. Ed Now the Philosopher and the Firebrand will tell us what's the matter with us. Firebrand Too damn bourgeois! You should print on the 42 THE PEOPLE cover of every issue — " To hell with the bourgeoisie ! " Pigs ! Philosopher The trouble with this paper is efficiency. [This is too much for all of them. The Printer falls back against the wall, then staggers from the room. Ed Dear God! There are things it seems to me I can not bear. Philosopher It should be more carelessly done, and then it would be more perfectly done. You should be less definite, and you would have more definiteness. You should not know what it is you want, and then you would find what you are after. Oscar You talk as if we had not been a success. But just last night I heard of a woman in Bronxville who keeps The People under her bed so her husband won't know she's reading it. Firebrand If you had been a success you would have fired that woman with so great a courage that she would proudly prop The People on the pillow ! Artist [Who is sketching The Firebrand.] It was my pictures got us under the bed. THE PEOPLE 43 Oscar [Haughtily.] I was definitely told it was my last " Talk with God " put us under the bed. Firebrand Can you not see that she puts you under the bed because you yourselves have made concessions to the bourgeoisie ? Cows ! Geese ! Artist It must be more frivolous ! Oscar It must print more poetry. [ They glare at one another. Earnest Approach It should be more serious. Light Touch It must be more frivolous ! [Enter The Boy from Georgia — dressed like a freshman with a good allowance. The Boy Is this the office of The People? Oscar No, this is a lunatic asylum. The Boy [After a bewildered moment.] Oh, you're joking. 44 THE PEOPLE You know [Confidentially], I wondered about that — whether you would joke here. I thought you would. [Stepping forward.] I came to see the Editor— I want to tell him — Ed So many people are telling me so many things, could you tell yours a little later ? The Boy Oh, yes. Of course there must be many important things people have to tell you. Ed Well — many. [The Boy goes out — reluctantly. Artist [Who has all the time been glaring at Oscar.] Speaking for the artists, I want to say right now — Oscar Speaking for the writers, I wish to say before we go further — Earnest Approach A more serious approach — Light Touch A lighter touch — Firebrand Speaking for myself — THE PEOPLE 45 Philosopher Speaking for the truth — [Phone rings, Oscar answers. Enter The Man from the Cape — slow, heavy. Ed You have come to tell us something about this paper ? The Man Yes. Ed There are a number ahead of you. Will you wait your turn? [A look of disappointment.] I'll be glad to see you as soon as I can. There in the outside office? [A moment The Man stands there, a mute ponderous figure, then very slowly goes out. Oscar [Hanging up receiver.] Moritz Paper Company. Bill got to be paid today. And here — [Takes from his drawer a huge packet of bills. Earnest Approach You could pay your bills if you were not afraid to be serious ! Light Touch You could pay your bills if you were not afraid to be gay! 46 THE PEOPLE Earnest Approach [From the door, solemnly.] A more earnest ap- proach would save The People. Light Touch A lighter touch would turn the trick ! [With that they leave. Firebrand [Going over and pounding on The Editor's desk.] To hell with the bourgeoisie! Apes! Philosopher Efficiency has put out the spark. Ed Well, as long as the spark appears to be good and out, may I, in the name of efficiency, ask you who do not belong here to retire, that we may go ahead with our work? Philosopher There would be greater efficiency in our remaining. There would be form. You have lacked form. Firebrand You have lacked courage ! Donkeys ! Ed It would be illuminating, Leo, to hear you run through the animal kingdom — 'toads, crocodiles, a number of things you haven't mentioned yet, but the animal kingdom is large — and we have work to do. THE PEOPLE 47 Philosopher You lack form in your work. By form I do not mean what you think I mean. I mean that particular significance of the insignificant which is the funda- mental — Ed We couldn't understand it. Why tell us? Philosopher No. You couldn't understand it. [He leaves them to their fate. Firebrand Rest in peace. [Gesture of benediction. Then hiss- ingly.] Centipedes! [He goes — leaving a laugh behind him. Ed What's the matter with us is our friends. Sara [Quietly.] Well, to be or not to be. I guess it's up to you, Ed. Ed Just what would we be going on for? To make a few more people like the dear ones who have just left us? Seems to me we could best serve society by not doing that. Precisely what do we do? — aside from getting under the bed in Bronxville. Now and then something particularly rotten is put over and we have a story that gets a rise out of a few people, but — we don't change anything. 48 THE PEOPLE Sara We had another hope. We were going to express ourselves so simply and so truly that we would be expressing the people. Ed [Wearily. ,] The People. I looked at them all the way across this continent. Oh, I got so tired looking at them — on farms, in towns, in cities. They're like toys that you wind up and they'll run awhile. They don't want to be expressed. It would topple them over. The longer I looked the more ridiculous it seemed to me that we should be giving our lives to — [Picks up the magazine and reads.] The People — " A Journal of the Social Revolution." Certainly we'd better cut the sub-title. The social revolution is dead. Oscar You don't think you are bringing back any news, do you, Ed? Artist [Taking up magazine.] Instead of a sub-title we could have a design. Much better. [Glares at Oscar, then begins to draw. Sara This is a long way from what you felt a year ago, Ed. You had vision then. Ed You can't keep vision in this office. It's easy enough to have a beautiful feeling about the human race THE PEOPLE 49 when none of it is around. The trouble about doing anything for your fellow-man is that you have to do it with a few of them. Oh, of course that isn't fair. We care. I'll say that for us. Even Oscar cares, or he wouldn't work the way he has. But what does our caring come to? It doesn't connect up with any- thing, and God knows it doesn't seem to be making anything very beautiful of us. There's something rather pathetic about us. Oscar Or is it merely ridiculous ? Sara Let me read you something, Ed. [She takes The People and reads very simply.] " We are living now. We shall not be living long. No one can tell us we shall live again. This is our little while. This is our chance. And we take it like a child who comes from a dark room to which he must return — comes for one sunny afternoon to a lovely hillside, and find- ing a hole, crawls in there till after the sun is set. I want that child to know the sun is shining upon flowers in the grass. I want him to know it before he has to go back to the room that is dark. I wish I had pipes to call him to the hilltop of beautiful distances. I myself could see farther if he were seeing at all. Perhaps I can tell you: you who have dreamed and dreaming know, and knowing care. Move! Move from the things that hold you. If you move, others will move. Come ! Now. Before the sun goes down." [Very quietly.] You wrote that, Ed. 50 THE PEOPLE Ed Yes, I wrote it; and do you want to know why I wrote it? I wrote it because I was sore at Oscar and wanted to write something to make him feel ashamed of himself. [While Sara is reading, The Woman has appeared at the door, has moved a few steps into the room as if drawn by the words she is hearing. Behind her are seen The Boy from Georgia, The Man from the Cape. The Woman [Moving forward.] I don't believe that's true! I don't believe that's true! Maybe you think that's why you wrote it, but it's not the reason. You wrote it because it's the living truth, and it moved in you and you had to say it. Ed [Rising.] Who are you? The Woman I am one of the people. I have lived a long way off. I heard that call and — I had to come. The Boy [Blithely.] I've come too. I'm from Georgia. I read it, and I didn't want to stay at school any longer. I said, " I want something different and bigger — something more like this." I heard about your not being able to sell your paper on the newsstands just because lots of people don't want anything different THE PEOPLE 51 and bigger, and I said to myself, " I'll sell the paper ! I'll go and sell it on the streets ! " And I got so excited about it that I didn't even wait for the dance. There was a dance that night, and I had my girl too. The Woman He didn't even wait for the dance. Oscar The idealists are calling upon the intellectuals, and " calling " them. Ed [To The Man.] And what did you leave, my friend ? The Man [Heavily.] My oyster bed. I'm from the Cape. I had a chance to go in on an oyster bed. I read what you wrote — a woman who had stopped in an automo- bile left it, and I said to myself, " I'm nothing but an oyster myself. Guess I'll come to life." Ed But — what did you come here for? The Man Well — for the rest of it. Ed The rest of what? The Man The rest of what you've got. 52 THE PEOPLE The Boy Yes — that's it; we've come for the rest of what you've got. Oscar This is awkward for Ed. The Woman Give it to us. Ed What? The Woman The rest of it. Ed [An instant's pause.] I haven't got anything more to give. The Boy But you made us think you had. You led us to believe you had. The Woman And you have. If you hadn't more to give, you couldn't have given that. Oscar Very awkward. The Woman You said — " I call to you. You who have dreamed, and dreaming know, and knowing care." Well, three of us are here. From the South and the East and the West we've come because you made us want some- thing we didn't have, made us want it so much we THE PEOPLE 53 had to move the way we thought was toward it — before the sun goes down. The Boy We thought people here had life — something dif- ferent and bigger. Oscar Perhaps we'd better go. Poor Ed. Ed I wish you'd shut up, Oscar. The Woman I know you will give it to us. Ed Give what to you ? The Woman What you have for the people. [Oscar coughs.] What you made us know we need. Oscar You shouldn't have called personally. You should have sent in your needs by mail. Ed Oscar, try and act as if you had a soul. The Woman I think he really has. [A look at Oscar — then, warmly.] At least he has a heart. It's only that he 54 THE PEOPLE feels he must be witty. But you — you're not going to let us just go away again, are you? He gave up his oyster bed, and this boy didn't even wait for the dance, and me — I gave up my tombstone. Ed Your — ? The Woman Yes — tombstone. It had always been a saying in our family — " He won't even have a stone to mark his grave." They said it so much that I thought it meant something. I sew — plain sewing, but I've often said to myself — " Well, at least I'll have a stone to mark my grave." And then, there was a man who had been making speeches to the miners — I live in a town in Idaho — and he had your magazine, and he left it in the store, and the storekeeper said to me, when I went there for thread — " Here, you like to read. Don't you want this? I wish you'd take it away, because if some folks in this town see it, they'll think I'm not all I should be." He meant the cover. Artist [Brightening.] That was my cover. The Woman [After a smile at The Artist.] So I took it home, and when my work was done that night, I read your wonderful words. They're like a spring — if you've lived in a dry country, you'll know what I mean. And they made me know that my tombstone was as dead as — well, [With a little laugh] as dead as a tomb- stone. So I had to have something to take its place. THE PEOPLE 55 Sara [Rising and going to The Woman.] Talk to him. Tell him about it. Come, Oscar! The Boy As long as there seems to be so much uncertainty about this, perhaps I'd better telegraph father. You see, the folks don't know where I am. I just came. The Woman He didn't even stay for the dance. The Boy I'll be glad to sell the papers. [Seeing a pile of them on the table.] Here, shall I take these? — and I'll stop people on the street and tell why I'm selling them. Oscar No, you can't do that. You'd be arrested. The Woman Let him sell them. What's the difference about the law, if you have the right idea? Oscar The right idea has given us trouble enough already. The Man There's something sure about an oyster bed. Oscar You come with me and have a drink. Something sure about that too. 56 THE PEOPLE The Woman He could have had a drink at home. Sara [To Artist.] Coming, Joe? [To The Boy.] It was corking of you to want to help us. We must talk about — [All go out except The Woman and The Editor. A Pause. The Woman I am sorry for you. Ed Why? The Woman [Feeling her way and sadly.] Because you have the brain to say those things, and not the spirit to believe them. I couldn't say them, and yet I've got something you haven't got. [With more sureness.] Because I know the thing you said was true. Ed Will you sit down? The Woman No — I'll go. [Stands there uncertainly.] I don't know why I should be disappointed. I suppose it's not fair to ask you to be as big as the truth you saw. Why should I expect you would be ? Ed I'm sorry. I suppose now you'll regret your tomb- stone. THE PEOPLE 57 The Woman No — it was wonderful to ride across this country and see all the people. The train moving along seemed to make something move in me. I had thoughts not like any thoughts I'd ever had before — your words like a spring breaking through the dry country of my mind. I thought of how you call your paper " A Journal of The Social Revolution," and I said to my- self — This is the Social Revolution! Knowing that your tombstone doesn't matter! Seeing — that's the Social Revolution. Ed Seeing — ? The Woman [As if it is passing before her.] A plain, dark trees off at the edge, against the trees a little house and a big barn. A flat piece of land fenced in. Stub- ble, furrows. Horses waiting to get in at the barn; cows standing around a pump. A tile yard, a water tank, one straight street of a little town. The country so still it seems dead. The trees like — hopes that have been given up. The grave yards — on hills — they come so fast. I noticed them first because of my tombstone, but I got to thinking about the people — the people who spent their whole lives right near the places where they are now. There's something in the thought of them — like the cows standing around the pump. So still, so patient, it — kind of hurts. And their pleasures : — a flat field fenced in. Your great words carried me to other great words. I thought of Lincoln, and what he said of a few of the dead. I said it over and over. I said things and 58 THE PEOPLE didn't know the meaning of them 'till after I had said them. I said — " The truth — the truth — the truth that opens from our lives as water opens from the rocks." Then I knew what that truth was. [Pause, with an intensity peculiarly simple.] " Let us here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain." I mean — all of them. [A gesture, wide, lov- ing.] Let life become what it may become ! — so beau- tiful that everything that is back of us is worth every- thing it cost. [Enter Tom. Tom I've got — [Feeling something unusual.] Sorry to butt in, but I can still get that job on The Evening World. If this paper is going to stop, I've got to know it. Ed Stop ! This paper can't stop ! Tom Can't stop! Last I heard, it couldn't do anything else. Ed That was — long ago. Tom Oh — you've got something to go on with? Ed Yes, something to go on with. THE PEOPLE 59 Tom I see. [Looks at woman, as if he doesn't see, glances at her suit-case.] I'm glad. But — I've got to be sure. This — is the truth? Ed The truth. The truth that opens from our lives as water opens from the rocks. [Tom backs up. The Woman [Turning a shining face to The Printer.] No- body really needs a tombstone ! (Curtain) CLOSE THE BOOK A COMEDY IN ONE ACT First Performed by the Provincetown Players, New York, Nov. 2, 19 17 ORIGINAL CAST Jhansi Edith Unger Peyton Root, an Instructor in the University James Light Mrs. Root, Peyton's Mother . . Susan Glaspell Mrs. Peyton, His Grandmother . Clara Savage Uncle George Peyton, President of the Board of Regents Justus Sheffield Bessie Root Alice MacDougal State Senator Byrd David Carb Mrs. State Senator Byrd . . . Esther Pinch CLOSE THE BOOK Scene : The library in the Root home, the library of middle-western people who are an important family in their community, a university town, and who think of themselves as people of culture. It is a room which shows pride of family: on the rear wall are tzvo large family portraits — one a Revolutionary soldier, the other a man of a later period. On the low book-cases, to both sides of door rear, and on the mantel, right, are miniatures and other old pictures. There is old, furniture — mahogany recently done over: an easy chair near the -fireplace, a divan left. A Winged Vic- tory presides over one of the book-cases, a Burne Jones is hung.. It is a warmly lighted, cheerful room — books and flowers about. At the rear is a door opening on the hall, at the left a door into another room. There is a corner window at the right. Jhansi and Peyton are seated on the divan. Mrs. Root is just going into the hall. She seems perturbed. Jhansi is dressed as a non-conformist, but attractively. Peyton is a rather helpless young man, with a sense of humor that is itself rather helpless. Mrs. Root I'll see, Peyton, if your grandmother isn't ready to come down. [She leaves them. Jhansi [Springing up.] It's absurd that I should be here! 63 64 CLOSE THE BOOK Peyton I know, Jhansi, but just this once — as long as it means so much to mother, and doesn't really hurt us. Jhansi But it does hurt me, Peyton. These walls stifle me. You come of people who have been walled in all their lives. It doesn't cage you. But me — I am a gypsy ! Sometimes I feel them right behind me — all those wanderers, people who were never caught; feel them behind me pushing me away from all this ! Peyton But not pushing you away from me, dear. You love me, Jhansi, in spite of my family? Jhansi If I didn't love you do you think I could endure to come to this dreadful place? [A look about the comfortable room] — and meet these dreadful people? Forgive me for alluding to your home and family, Peyton, but I must not lose my honesty, you know. * Peyton No, dear; I don't think you are losing it. And perhaps I'd better not lose mine either. There's one thing I haven't mentioned yet. [Hesitates.] Mr. Peyton is coming to dinner tonight. Jhansi Mr. Peyton. What Peyton? CLOSE THE BOOK 65 Peyton Yes — that one. Jhansi And you ask me — standing for the things I do in this university — to sit down to dinner with the president of the board of regents ! Peyton Mother'd asked him before I knew it. Jhansi [With scorn.] Your uncle! Peyton He's not my uncle — he's mother's. And you see it's partly on account of grandmother just getting back from California. He's grandmother's brother- in-law, you know. I suppose she doesn't realize what it means to have to sit down to dinner with him — she's done it so much. And then mother thought it would be nice for you to meet him. Jhansi Nice! Peyton He's pleasant at dinner. Jhansi Pleasant ! Peyton Mother's a little worried about my position in the university. 66 CLOSE THE BOOK Jhansi It would be wonderful for you to lose your position in the university. Peyton Yes — wonderful. Jhansi And then you and I could walk forth free ! Peyton Free — but broke. Jhansi Peyton, you disappoint me. Just the fact that that man is coming to dinner changes you. Peyton Oh, no. But you are fortunately situated, Jhansi, having no people. It's easier to be free when there's nobody who minds. Jhansi I am going! Peyton Oh come now, dearest, you can't go when you're expected for dinner. Nobody's that free. Jhansi Dinner! A dinner to celebrate our engagement! It's humiliating, Peyton. I should take you by the hand and you and I should walk together down the open road. CLOSE THE BOOK 67 Peyton We will, Jhansi ; we will — in time. Jhansi We should go now. Peyton Think so? Mother's going to have turkey. Jhansi Better a dinner of berries and nuts — ! Peyton We'll have berries — cranberries, and nuts, too. Jhansi Where is my coat? Peyton [Seising her and kissing her.] Some day, serene and unhampered, we'll take to the open road — a road with berries and nuts. [Grandmother Peyton and Mrs. Root are at the door. Mrs. Root Mother, this is Peyton's friend Miss Mason. One of our important students. Grandmother [In her brittle way.] Yes? I never was a very important student myself. I didn't like to study. Be- cause my family were professors, I suppose. 68 CLOSE THE BOOK Mrs. Root Peyton's grandmother is a descendant of Gustave Phelps — one of the famous teachers of pioneer days. Jhansi [Her head going up.] I am a descendant of people who never taught anybody anything I Peyton Jhansi and I were just going to finish an article on Free Speech which must get to the Torch this evening. Grandmother [Moving toward the big chair near the iire.] Free Speech? How amusing. Peyton You may be less amused some day, grandmother. [Jhansi and Peyton go into the other room. Grandmother That may be a free speech. I wouldn't call it a pleasant one. Mrs. Root [Sinking to the divan.] Oh, he was speaking of the open road again — berries and nuts — 1 Grandmother [Beginning to knit.] Berries and nuts? Well, it CLOSE THE BOOK 69 sounds quite innocuous to me. Some of our young people are less simple in their tastes. Mrs. Root [In great distress.] Mother, how would you like to see your grandson become a gypsy ? Grandmother Peyton a gypsy ? You mean in a carnival ? Mrs. Root No, not in a carnival ! In life. Grandmother But he isn't dark enough. Mrs. Root And is that the only thing against it ! I had thought you would be a help to me, mother. Grandmother Well, my dear Clara, I have no doubt I will be a help to you — in time. This idea of Peyton becoming a gypsy is too startling for me to be a help instantly. In the first place, could he be ? You can't be anything you take it into your head to be — even if it is un- desirable. And then, why should he be ? Doesn't he still teach English right here in the university? Mrs. Root I don't know how much longer he'll teach it. He said the other day that American literature was a toddy with the stick left out. Saying that of the very 70 CLOSE THE BOOK thing he's paid to teach! It got in the papers and was denounced in an editorial on " Untrue Americans." Peyton — a descendant of John Peyton of Valley Forge! [Indicates the Revolutionary portrait] — de- nounced in an article on Untrue Americans ! And in one of those awful columns — those silly columns — they said maybe the stick hadn't been left out of his toddy. But it isn't that. Peyton doesn't drink — to speak of. It's this girl. She's the stick. And I tell you people don't like it, mother. It's not what we pay our professors for. Peyton used to be perfectly satisfied with civilization. But now he talks about society. Makes light remarks. Grandmother I should say that was going out of his way to be disagreeable. What business has a professor of Eng- lish to say anything about society? It's not in his department. Mrs. Root I told Peyton he should be more systematic. Grandmother How did this gypsy get here? Mrs. Root She was brought up by a family named Mason. But it seems she was a gypsy child, who got lost or something, and those Masons took her in. I'm sure it was very good of them, and it's too bad they weren't able to make her more of a Christian. She is coming to have a following in the university! There are CLOSE THE BOOK 71 people who seem to think that because you're outside society you have some superior information about it. Grandmother Well, don't you think you're needlessly disturbed? In my day, a young man would be likely enough to fall in love with a good-looking gypsy, not very likely to marry her. Mrs. Root Times have changed, mother. They marry them now. [Both sigh.] Of course, it's very commendable of them. Grandmother [Grimly.] Oh, quite — commendable. Mrs. Root I was brought up in university circles. I'm inter- ested in ideas. But sometimes I think there are too many ideas. Grandmother An embarrassment of riches. So you have set out to civilize the young woman? Mrs. Root I'd rather have her sit at my table than have my son leave some morning in a covered wagon ! Grandmother I wonder how it is about gypsies. About the chil- dren. I wonder if it's as it is with the negroes. Mrs. Root Mother! 72 CLOSE THE BOOK Grandmother It would be startling, wouldn't it ? — if one of them should turn out to be a real gypsy and take to this open road. Mrs. Root [Covering her face.] Oh! Grandmother Quite likely they'd do it by motor. Mrs. Root [Rising.] Mother! — how can you say such dread- ful things — and just when I have this trying dinner. Oh, I wish Bessie would come ! [ Goes to the win- dow.] She is a comfort to me. Grandmother Where is Bessie? Mrs. Root She's away in the motor. [Again shudders.] Bessie feels dreadfully about her brother. She is try- ing to do something. She said it would be a surprise — a happy surprise. [Someone heard in the hall.] Perhaps this is Bessie. [Enter Mr. Peyton.] Oh, it's Uncle George. Uncle George Early I know. Came to have a little visit with Elizabeth. [Goes to Grandmother and shakes hands.] How are you, young woman? CLOSE THE BOOK 73 Grandmother My nerves seem to be stronger than the nerves I see around me. And how are you, George? Oh, I'm well But—? Responsibilities. The bank? Uncle George Grandmother Uncle George Grandmother Uncle George I'd rather run ten banks than a tenth of a university. You can control money. Mrs. Root I'm sorry, Uncle George, that Peyton should be adding to your worries. Uncle George What's the matter with Peyton? Grandmother Wild oats. Uncle George Well, I wish he'd sow them in less intellectual fields. Mrs. Root I am prepared to speak freely with you, Uncle George. The matter with Peyton is this girl. Well, they're going to be married. Yes [Answering his 74 CLOSE THE BOOK gesture of protest] and I think it's a good thing. She won't be in a position to say so much about freedom after she is married. Uncle George But they say she's a gypsy. Mrs. Root She won't be a gypsy after she's Peyton's wife. She'll be a married woman. Uncle George Yes, but in the meantime we will have swallowed a gypsy. Grandmother And I was just wondering how it would be about the children. Mrs. Root Mother, please don't be indelicate again. [Pause. Grandmother Well, if there's nothing else we may speak of, let's talk about free speech. They're writing a paper on it in there. Uncle George I don't know what this university is coming to ! An institution of learning! It isn't that I don't believe in free speech. Every true American believes in free speech, but — [Slight Pause. Grandmother [With Emphasis.] Certainly. CLOSE THE BOOK 75 Uncle George Ask them to come out here with their paper on free speech. I'll be glad to give them the benefit of my experience. Mrs. Root Yes, it will be delightful to all be together. [She goes to get Peyton and Jhansi. Grandmother This girl doesn't look to me like one who is thirsting for the benefit of another person's experience. Uncle George She's a bad influence. She's leading our young people to criticise the society their fathers have builded up. Grandmother There's a great deal of ingratitude in the world. [Mrs. Root returns, followed by the two young people. Mrs. Root I told Uncle George you were eager to bring him and Jhansi together. Jhansi, this is Mr. Peyton, who looks after the affairs of the university for you stu- dents. Of course you've heard about Miss Mason, Uncle George, one of our — cleverest students. Uncle George Yes, we were speaking of Miss Mason's cleverness just the other day — in board meeting. 76 CLOSE THE BOOK Jhansi And just the other day — at the student assembly — we were speaking of how you look after the affairs of the university for us. Grandmother I hope you both spoke affectionately. Uncle George Well, Peyton, very busy I take it. You're adding to your duties, aren't you ? Peyton Not that I know of. Uncle George Your grandmother said something about a high falutin paper on free speech. Peyton I suppose that's an inherited tendency. You know one of my ancestors signed a paper on free speech. It had a high falutin name : " The Declaration of Independence " ! Mrs. Root I wish Bessie would come ! Uncle George Do you think much about your ancestors, Peyton? Peyton Not a great deal. CLOSE THE BOOK 77 Uncle George Peyton has some rather interesting ancestors, Miss Mason. There's Captain John Peyton. That's his picture. He helped win one of the battles which made this country possible — the country in which you are living. And a descendant of John Peyton — Richard Peyton [Points out the picture'] gave the money which founded this university — the university in which you are now acquiring your education. Jhansi [Lightly.] Perhaps it would be quite as well if this university — and this country — never had existed. Mrs. Root I don't see why Bessie doesn't come ! Jhansi Of course I look at it as an outsider. I am not a part of your society. Uncle George Peyton is. Mrs. Root There's Bessie ! [Bessie rushes in. Bessie Grandmother! [Swiftly kissing her.] How won- derful to have you with us again! Dear Uncle George ! Uncle George Glad you got here, Bessie. Your mother has been looking for you. 78 ' CLOSE THE BOOK Bessie [A movement of greeting to Jhansi.] Isn't it beau- tiful to all be together? A real family party! And now — we have a moment or two before dinner, mother ? Mrs. Root The man who brought the turkey in from the coun- try had a runaway, so it was a little late in arriving. It Bessie How fortunate! Oh, it does seem that all things work together for the best. Mother, I have had a completely successful day! Grandmother Where've you been, Bessie? Bessie I've been fifty miles to the north — in Baxter County. Does that mean anything to you, Jhansi? Jhansi Not a thing. Bessie [Still breathlessly.] Dear uncle, I hope you will understand what I am about to v do. It might seem unrestrained — not in the best of taste, but it's just because you stand for so much in Peyton's life that I want you to hear our good news as soon as we hear it ourselves. You knew that these two children were in love and going to be married. [A bow from Uncle CLOSE THE BOOK 79 George.] You know — Jhansi dear, I may speak very freely, may I not? Jhansi I believe in free speech. Bessie Yes — how dear of you. Jhansi has endured in proud silence a great grief. And now, dear child, because of the touching dignity with which you have stood outside and alone, it is a moment of special joy- fulness to me when I can say — Welcome Within! Peyton What are you talking about, Bessie? Bessie You must not stand outside society! You belong within the gates. You are one of us! Jhansi I'm not. Bessie Dear child you are as respectable as we are. Jhansi [Rising.] I am not. Bessie Of course, you can't grasp it in an instant. But I have looked it all up, dear. I have the proofs. Peyton Well it wasn't your affair, Bessie. 80 CLOSE THE BOOK Bessie I made it my affair because I love my brother. Jhansi dear, [As one who tells tremendous good news] your father was Henry Harrison, a milkman in the town of Sunny Center — an honorable and respected man. Your parents were married in the Baptist Church ! Jhansi I deny it! I deny this charge! Bessie , [Stepping to the hall] Dear Senator and Mrs. Byrd, will you come now? [Enter State Senator Byrd and Mrs. State Senator Byrd, Mrs. Byrd carrying a large book. Bessie Jhansi dear, you are about to enter upon the hap- piest moment of your life, for State Senator Byrd, one of our law-making body, is a cousin of your dear dead mother. Senator Byrd Aggie's little girl! [He goes to Jhansi with outstretched hands. But Aggie's little girl stands like a rock. Bessie And here, Jhansi, is your cousin Mrs. Byrd, who has come all this way to assure you you have a family. CLOSE THE BOOK 81 Mrs. Byrd Indeed you have ! There's Ella Andrews, one of our teachers — a lovely girl. She's your first cousin. We are second cousins. You may have some little family pride in knowing that I was last spring elected President of the Federated Clubs of Baxter County. Just last Week I entertained the officers of all the clubs at our home — our new home, erected last year after your cousin Ephraim completed his first term in the upper house of the State Legislature. Your cousin Ephraim has been re-elected. He is on the Ways and Means Committee. Uncle George [Approaching Senator Byrd.] I have heard of Senator Ephraim Byrd of the Ways and Means Com- mittee. That was good work you fellows — [They talk of this. Mrs. Root And to think, Jhansi, that your cousin Mrs. Byrd is a prominent clubwoman! Grandmother [After a look at Jhansi.] Her cup runneth over. Mrs. Root Isn't Bessie wonderful, mother? How did you find it all out, Bessie ? Bessie From clue to clue I worked my way to Sunny Cen- ter. I would say to myself — Do this for Peyton; 82 CLOSE THE BOOK do this for Jhansi. And so, I heard of an old min- ister who had been there years and years. I went to him and — he had married Jhansi's father and mother ! Dearest child, your mother taught in his Sunday- School ! Senator Byrd Oh, yes, Aggie loved the Baptist Sunday-School! Jhansi It's very strange that my mother — I am referring to Mrs. Mason — never told me of this ! Bessie But she never told you you were a gypsy, either, did she? No; she just wanted you to think you were their own child. And then I suppose you heard some foolish tale at school. Mrs. Byrd You see Jhansi's mother and father — her real ones — died of typhoid fever before she was two years old. They got it from the cows. Well, the Harrisons were friends of the Mason's — they all worked together in the church — and so they took Jhansi, and soon after that they moved away and we lost track of them. You know what a busy world it is — particularly for people who have duties in their community. Jhansi I haven't accepted this story! You can't prove it! [Mrs. Byrd impressively hands her hus- band the book. CLOSE THE BOOK 83 Senator Byrd " Iowa descendants of New England families." Mrs. Root Oh, yes ; that is one of the books in which our family is written up! [To Peyton.] My dearest boy, from my heart I congratulate you! Senator Byrd Pages fifty-seven to sixty-one — inclusive, are de- voted, Jhansi, to our family. Mrs. Byrd My own family appears on page 113. [Senator Byrd holds the book out to Jhansi, who once more stands like a rock. Uncle George steps for- ward to look at the book. Uncle George Oh, you are a descendant of Peter Byrd. Senator Byrd One of those dare-devils whose leg was shot under him at Bull Run. Bessie You heard that, Jhansi? Mrs. Root A descendant of Peter Byrd ! — whose leg was shot under him — 84 CLOSE THE BOOK Jhansi So this is what I was brought here for, is it? To have my character torn down < — to ruin my reputation and threaten my integrity by seeking to muzzle me with a leg at Bull Run and set me down in the Baptist Sunday-School in a milk-wagon! I see the purpose of it all. I understand the hostile motive behind all this — but I tell you it's a lie. Something here [Hand on heart] tells me I am not respectable! Uncle George - Reaction. Jhansi I am Jhansi — Jhansi — a child of the gypsies! I am a wanderer ! I am an outlaw ! Mrs. Byrd Yes, you are Jhansi. And did you ever stop to think how you came by that outlandish name? Jhansi It has always assured me of my birthright. Mrs. Byrd Well, you'd better look in your geography. You were named after a town in India where your mother's missionary circle was helping to support a missionary. Senator Byrd Aggie was crazy about the missionaries. CLOSE THE BOOK 85 Jhansi [Falling back, breaking.] Peyton, I release you from our engagement. Peyton No. N-o; don't do that. [Stoutly.] I love you for yourself alone — in spite of anything that may be true. But I must say Bessie — ! Jhansi [Beginning to sob.] I can't bear it. I can't bear it! And to think that Peyton's mother was an ille- gitimate child. Mrs. Root [Dazed.] What's that? Grandmother [Rising.] Yes; what is that? Mrs. Root Am I to understand — ? Grandmother Am I to be told — at my age — that I gave birth to an illegitimate child? This is a surprise to me — and not a pleasant one ! Peyton [To Jhansi.] It would have been better not to have mentioned that. 86 CLOSE THE BOOK Uncle George This is reaction. I think perhaps we need a physi- cian. Jhansi I don't need a physician. Peyton certainly told me that his mother was an illegitimate child. Of course, Peyton, if you were just boasting about your family — say so. Uncle George What have you to say, Peyton? Grandmother Before he says anything, Bessie, you bring me that portfolio from the lower right-hand corner of my desk. Key in the upper left hand pigeon hole. [Bessie goes. Mrs. Root Peyton ! Peyton Why I didn't mean any harm, mother. I certainly didn't mean anything against you, or grandmother. Quite the contrary. I was just anxious that Jhansi should have a little respect for our family. It didn't seem to have a leg to stand on. Jhansi So you made it up — out of whole cloth ? Peyton No, not out of whole cloth. CLOSE THE BOOK 87 Grandmother Out of what cloth, then? Kindly tell me, out of what cloth? Mrs. Root Peyton is not himself. Peyton Well, it just came into my head that it was possible. You see, grandmother, your having moved — I do wish you could see that I meant nothing against your char- acter. Absolutely the contrary. But your having moved — Grandmother My having moved where? Peyton Your having moved from New York State to Ohio at just that time — Grandmother I always did like to travel. Is that anything against a person's character? Peyton I was claiming that you had character. Grandmother I'll stick to my own, thank you. I've had it quite a while and am used to it. But I'd like to know right now what there is so immoral in moving from one state to another — even if you are going to have a baby? 88 CLOSE THE BOOK Jhansi [Raising her head.] There is nothing immoral in anything. Grandmother Fiddlesticks. [Bessie hands her the folio.] You found it, Bessie? The key? Here, Peyton; come here. [Opens portfolio, takes out a rolled paper.] Happily preserved for this defense of my character in my old age, is my wedding certificate. Mrs. Byrd This is painful. [With ostentatious tact she turns and looks at a print on the rear wall; motions Senator Byrd to join her. Grandmother I want you to look at the date — right there beside that pink cupid ■ — cherub, perhaps it is — anyway, read aloud the figures you see. Peyton [Sullenly.] 1869. Grandmother And here, in this other document, very fortunately at hand to meet the attacks of my only grandson upon my integrity, what do you read there? Peyton Clara — aged six weeks. Grandmother And the date? CLOSE THE BOOK 89 [Mrs. Root, Bessie, Uncle George, all listen a little anxiously. Peyton December, 1871. [A sigh of relief. Grandmother I trust now, Peyton, you will admit that a woman may move from one state to another without being dissolute. [At this word Mrs. Root is unable to bear more and hides her face in her handkerchief. Uncle George [As one saving the situation.'] Genealogy is inter- esting. One is democratic, of course, but when there is behind one what there is behind us, Senator, it enhances one's powers — responsibility — obligation. [He has taken up the book and been running through the pages.] Descendants of John Peyton. Here, Peyton, are some things about your ancestors. Read them. Perhaps then instead of tearing down you will have an impulse to build up. I commend this book to you young people for study. It will do you no harm to think a little of those worthy men from whom you come. [Marks the place with a card and gives the book to Peyton. Jhansi [Springing up.] I shall waste no time thinking of the worthy men from whom I come ! If I am related 90 CLOSE THE BOOK to a law-maker — I owe it to my soul to become a law-breaker ! Mrs. Root You see, Bessie, what you have done. Jhansi When I thought there was in me no taint of civil- ization, I could put up with your silly conventions, but if in a material sense I am part of your society, then I have a spiritual obligation to fulfil in leaving it ! Peyton, respectability threatens to wall us in and stifle us. Are you ready to walk from this house with me tonight, entering upon a free union that says that — [A snap of the finger] for law ? Peyton Why — certainly. Mrs. Byrd Well, if it comes to a matter of not caring to claim relationship, we certainly hesitated some time. Those Harrisons were not all they should be. Jhansi [A note of hope in her voice.] No? Mrs. Byrd I said to Senator Byrd, now that the girl is marry- ing into one of the best families in the state — not that that influenced us especially, but I said, if she is try- ing to make something of herself, we must stand by her, and we will mention only pleasant things. We will not allude to what her grandfather did ! CLOSE THE BOOK 91 Jhansi What did he do? Senator Byrd He burned down his neighbor's house because that neighbor chased home his pigs. Jhansi Really? Yes ! — my grandfather would do that ! Peyton Were any of the family found in the charred re- mains ? Senator Byrd The family, I believe, escaped. Mrs. Byrd But no thanks to old man Harrison. Jhansi No! — I'm sure grandfather meant them to burn. [Seising book.] I wonder if grandfather's protest is recorded in this book ! Mrs. Byrd That book does not emphasize unfortunate occur- rences. Mrs. Root And how right it is! One should think only of the good in human nature. 92 CLOSE THE BOOK Peyton [Looking -with Jhansi.] What is this fine print at the bottom of the page? Mrs. Byrd [Hastily.] That is not important. Senator Byrd It is in fine print because it is not important. Peyton One of the descendants of Peter Byrd. [To Jhansi.] The leg at Bull Run, you know. He — Mrs. Root Peyton, remember that you are in your own house. Peyton " Unfaithful to the high office of treasurer of the Baxter County Cemetery Association." Jhansi [Gasping, then beaming.] Why — why! — a grave robber! Was he a near relative? Mrs. Byrd I must say, Miss Root, that we did not come here to have our family inquired into as far back as ancient history ! Mrs. Root No, Mrs. Byrd, I quite agree with you that it is not necessary to go too far back in any family. CLOSE THE BOOK 93 Grandmother Neither necessary nor desirable. Bessie Those early days must have been very trying. Peyton Jhansi! The fine print of your family is thrilling. Here is a man — Mrs. Root Peyton, stop reading from that tiresome and obso- lete book. It is not hospitable. Mrs. Byrd Turn to your own family history and read a little fine print in it ! [The other members of the Peyton- Root family give each other startled, nervous glances. Peyton Why what a lovely idea. Uncle has marked it for us. [After looking.] Fine print in our family? Mrs. Byrd It's there. Bessie Genealogy is so confusing. I never could under- stand it. Mrs. Root And I don't see why one should try to understand it. Live well in the present — that is sufficient. 94 CLOSE THE BOOK Grandmother It looks to me as if that book was not thoughtfully edited. I'm surprised it has sold. Peyton [Snatching book from Jhansi.] Jhansi ! don't want to boast! I hope I shall not become a snob. You too have a family — and they had their impulsive moments — but what was the most largely low-down thing a man of early days could do? [Peytons and Roots draw together anxiously; the Byrds wait com- placently.] As uncle has pointed out, Jhansi, I am a descendant of Captain John Peyton. But when you have a remote ancestor, you also have his less remote descendants — a fact sometimes overlooked. Well, Stuart Peyton — Bessie Mother, I wonder if the turkey isn't ready now? Mrs. Root It's time for it to be ready. [She harries out. Peyton Stuart Peyton — " convicted of selling whiskey and firearms to the Indians." [Assumes an overbearing attitude. Mrs. Byrd I guess the early days were trying, in more than one family. CLOSE THE BOOK 95 Peyton [Peering into the book.] And what is this? What is this? Stuart Peyton was the father of Richard Peyton — Jhansi Who founded this university ! Peyton [In the voice of Uncle George.] The university in which you are now acquiring your education. Mrs. Byrd Oh, I have no doubt that inducing the Indians to massacre the whites was profitable. Peyton A good sound basis for the family fortune. Uncle George Young man, you go too far! Peyton [Holding book out to Uncle George.] In thinking of these worthy men from whom I come? [Turns to the wall on which hang portraits of John and Richard Peyton.] We don't seem to have Stuart's picture. Jhansi, I don't know that we need to leave society. There seems little — crevices in these walls of re- spectability. Jhansi And whenever we feel a bit stifled we can always find air through our family trees ! 96 CLOSE THE BOOK Mrs. Byrd I think, Senator, that we will not remain longer. [Mrs. Root returns. Mrs. Root Mary was just coming. Now we'll have dinner ! Bessie Yes, a little family party to celebrate the happy — Peyton [Again bent over his family history.] Grand- mother ! Here's something about your ancestor, Gus- tave Phelps. Grandmother [Rising. With weight.] Peyton — close that book. (Curtain) THE OUTSIDE A PLAY IN ONE ACT First Performed by the Provincetown Players, December 28, 1917 ORIGINAL CAST Captain of " The Bars " Life-Saving Station, Abram Gillette Bradford, a Live-saver . . Hutchinson Collins Tony, a Portuguese Live-Saver . . . Louis Ell Mrs. Patrick, who lives in the abandoned Station Ida Rauh Allie Mayo, who works for her . Susan Glaspell THE OUTSIDE Scene : A room in a house which was once a life- saving station. Since ceasing to be that it has taken on no other character, except that of a place zvhich no one cares either to preserve or change. It is painted the life-saving gray, but has not the life-saving freshness. This is one end of what was the big boat room, and at the ceiling is seen a part of the frame work from which the boat once swung. About two thirds of the back wall is open, because of the big sliding door, of the type of barn door, and through this open door are seen the sand dunes, and beyond them the woods. At one point the line zvhere woods and dunes meet stands out clearly and there are in- dicated the rude things, vines, bushes, which form the outer uneven rim of the woods — the only things that grow in the sand. At another point a sand-hill is menacing the woods. This old life-saving station is at a point where the sea curves, so through the open door the sea also is seen. [The station is located on the outside shore of Cape Cod, at the point, near the tip of the Cape, where it makes that final curve which forms the Provincetown Harbor.] The dunes are hills and strange forms of sand on which, in places, grows the stiff beach grass — struggle; dogged grow- ing against odds. At right of the big sliding door is a drift of sand and the top of buried beach grass is seen on this. There is a door left, and at right of big sliding door is a slanting wall. Door in this is ajar at rise of curtain, and through this door Bradford and Tony, life-savers, are seen bending over a man's body, attempting to restore respiration. The captain 99 ioo THE OUTSIDE of the life-savers comes into view outside the big open door, at left; he appears to have been hurrying, peers in, sees the men, goes quickly to them. Captain I'll take this now, boys. Bradford No need for anybody to take it, Capt'n. He was dead when we picked him up. Captain Dannie Sears was dead when we picked him up. But we brought him back. I'll go on awhile. [The two men who have been bending over the body rise, stretch to relax, and come into the room. Bradford [Pushing back his arms and putting his hands on his chest.] Work, — try in' to put life in the dead. Captain Where'd you find him, Joe? Bradford In front of this house. Not forty feet out. Captain What'd you bring him up here for ? [He speaks in an abstracted way, as if the zvorking part of his mind is on something else, and in the muMed voice of one bending over. THE OUTSIDE 101 Bradford [With a sheepish little laugh.] Force of habit, I guess. We brought so many of 'em back up here. [Looks around the room.] And then it was kind of unfriendly down where he was — the wind spittin' the sea onto you till he'd have no way of knowin' he was ashore. Tony Lucky I was not sooner or later as I walk by from my watch. Bradford You have accommodating ways, Tony. Not sooner or later. I wouldn't say it of many Portagees. But the sea [Calling it in to the Captain] is friendly as a kitten alongside the women that live here. Allie Mayo — they're both crazy — had that door open [Moving his head toward the big sliding door] sweepin' out, and when we come along she backs off and stands lookin' at us, lookin' — Lord, I just wanted to get him somewhere else. So I kicked this door open with my foot [Jerking his hand toward the room where the Captain is seen bending over the man] and got him away. [Under his voice.] If he did have any notion of comin' back to life, he wouldn't a come if he'd seen her. [More genially.] I wouldn't. Captain You know who he is, Joe? Bradford I never saw him before. 102 THE OUTSIDE Captain Mitchell telephoned from High Head that a dory came ashore there. Bradford Last night wasn't the best night for a dory. [To Tony, boastfully.] Not that / couldn't 'a' stayed in one. Some men can stay in a dory and some can't. [Going to the inner door.] That boy's dead, Capt'n. Captain Then I'm not doing him any harm. Bradford [Going over and shaking the frame where the boat once swung.] This the first time you ever been in this place, ain't it, Tony? Tony I never was here before. Bradford Well, / was here before. [A laugh.] And the old man — [Nodding toward the Captain] he lived here for twenty-seven years. Lord, the things that hap- pened here. There've been dead ones carried through that door. [Pointing to the outside door.] Lord — the ones I've carried. I carried in Bill Collins, and Lou Harvey and — huh ! 'sail over now. You ain't seen no wrecks. Don't ever think you have. I was here the night the Jennie Snow was out there. [Point- ing to the sea.] There was a wreck. We got the boat that stood here [Again shaking the frame] down that THE OUTSIDE 103 bank. [Goes to the door and looks out.] Lord, how'd we ever do it? The sand has put this place on the blink all right. And then when it gets too God-for- saken for a life-savin' station, a lady takes it for a summer residence — and then spends the winter. She's cheerful one. Tony A woman — she makes things pretty. This not like a place where a woman live. On the floor there is nothing — on the wall there is nothing. Things — [Trying to express it with his hands] do not hang on other things. Bradford [Imitating Tony's gesture.] No — things do not hang on other things. In my opinion the woman's crazy — sittin' over there on the sand — [A gesture tozvards the dunes] what's she lookin' at? There ain't nothin' to see. And I know the woman that works for her's crazy — Allie Mayo. She's a Prov- incetown girl. She was all right once, but — [Mrs. Patrick comes in from the hall at the right. She is a " city woman/' a sophisticated person who has been caught into something as unlike the old life as the dunes are unlike a meadow. At the moment she is ex- cited and angry. Mrs. Patrick You have no right here. This isn't the life-saving station any more. Just because it used to be — I don't see why you should think — This is my house ! And — I want my house to myself ! 104 THE OUTSIDE Captain [Putting his head through the door. One arm of the man he is working with is raised, and the hand reaches through the doorway.] Well I must say, lady, I would think that any house could be a life-saving station when the sea had sent a man to it. Mrs. Patrick [Who has turned away so she cannot see the hand.] I don't want him here! I — [Defiant, yet choking] I must have my house to myself! Captain You'll get your house to yourself when I've made up my mind there's no more life in this man. A good many lives have been saved in this house, Mrs. Patrick — I believe that's your name — and if there's any chance of bringing one more back from the dead, the fact that you own the house ain't goin' to make a damn bit of difference to me ! Mrs. Patrick [In a thin wild way.] I must have my house to myself. Captain Hell with such a woman! [Moves the man he is working with and slams the door shut. [As the Captain says, " And if there's any chance of bringing one more back from the dead," Allie Mayo has appeared outside the wide door which gives on the dunes, a bleak THE OUTSIDE 105 woman, who at first seems little more than a part of the sand before which she stands. But as she listens to this conflict one suspects in her that peculiar intensity of twisted things which grow in unfavoring places. Mrs. Patrick I — I don't want them here ! I must — [But suddenly she retreats, and is gone. Bradford Well, I couldn't say, Allie Mayo, that you work for any too kind-hearted a lady. What's the matter with the woman? Does she want folks to die? Appears to break her all up to see somebody trying to save a life. What d' you work for such a fish for ? A crazy fish — that's what I call the woman. I've seen her — day after day — settin' over there where the dunes meet the woods, just sittin' there, lookin'. [Suddenly thinking of it.] I believe she likes to see the sand slippin' down on the woods. Pleases her to see some- thin' gettin' buried, I guess. [Allie Mayo, who has stepped inside the door and moved half across the room, toward the corridor at the right, is arrested by this last — stands a moment as if seeing through something, then slowly on, and out. Bradford Some coffe'd taste good. But coffee, in this house? Oh, no. It might make somebody feel better. [Open- io6 THE OUTSIDE ing the door that was slammed shut.] Want me now, Capt'n? Captain No. Bradford Oh, that boy's dead, Capt'n. Captain [Snarling.] Dannie Sears was dead, too. Shut that door. I don't want to hear that woman's voice again, ever. [Closing the door and sitting on a bench built into that corner between the big sliding door and the room where the Captain is. Bradford They're a cheerful pair of women — livin' in this cheerful place — a place that life savers had to turn over to the sand — huh ! This- Patrick woman used to be all right. She and her husband was summer folks over in town. They used to picnic over here on the outside. It was Joe Dyer — he's always talkin' to summer folks — told 'em the government was goin' to build the new station and sell this one by sealed bids. I heard them talkin' about it. They was sittin' right down there on the beach, eatin' their supper. They was goin' to put in a fire-place and they was goin' to paint it bright colors, and have parties over here — summer folk notions. Their bid won it — who'd want it? — a buried house you couldn't move. Tony I see no bright colors. THE OUTSIDE 107 Bradford Don't you ? How astonishin' ! You must be color blind. And I guess we're the first party. [Laughs.] I was in Bill Joseph's grocery store, one day last November, when in she comes — Mrs. Patrick, from New York. " I've come to take the old life-saving station," says she. " I'm going to sleep over there tonight ! " Huh ! Bill is used to queer ways — he deals with summer folks, but that got him. November — an empty house, a buried house, you might say, off here on the outside shore — way across the sand from man or beast. He got it out of her, not by what she said, but by the way she looked at what he said, that her husband had died, and she was runnin' off to hide her- self, I guess. A person'd feel sorry for her if she weren't so stand-offish, and so doggon mean. But mean folks have got minds of their own. She slept here that night. Bill had men hauling things till after dark — bed, stove, coal. And then she wanted some- body to work for her. " Somebody," says she, " that doesn't say an unnecessary word ! " Well, when Bill come to the back of the store, I said, " Looks to me as if Allie Mayo was the party she's lookin' for." Allie Mayo has got a prejudice against words. Or maybe she likes 'em so well she's savin' of 'em. She's not spoke an unnecessary word for twenty years. She's got her reasons. Women whose men go to sea ain't always talkative. [The Captain comes out. He closes door behind him and stands there beside it. He looks tired and dis- appointed. Both look at him. Pause. 108 THE OUTSIDE Captain Wonder who he was. Bradford Young. Guess he's not been much at sea. Captain I hate to leave even the dead in this house. But we can get right back for him. [A look around.] The old place used to be more friendly. [Moves to outer door, hesitates, hating to leave like this.] Well, Joe, we brought a good many of them back here. Bradford Dannie Sears is tendin' bar in Boston now. [The three men go; as they are going around the drift of sand Allie Mayo comes in carrying a pot of coffee; sees them leaving, puts down the coffee pot, looks to the door the Captain has closed, moves to- ward it, as if drawn. Mrs. Patrick follows her in. Mrs. Patrick They've gone? [Mrs. Mayo nods, facing the closed door. Mrs. Patrick And they're leaving — him? [Again the other woman nods.] Then he's — ? [Mrs. Mayo just stands there.] They have no right — just because it used to be their place — ! I want my house to myself ! THE OUTSIDE 109 [Snatches her coat and scarf from a hook and starts through the big door toward the dunes. Allie Mayo Wait. [When she has said it she sinks into that corner seat — as if overwhelmed by what she has done. The other woman is held. Allie Mayo [To herself.] If I could say that, I can say more. [Looking at the woman she has arrested, but speak- ing more to herself.] That boy in there — his face — uncovered something — [Her open hand on her chest. But she waits, as if she cannot go on; zvhen she speaks it is in labored way — slow, monotonous, as if snowed in by silent years.] For twenty years, 1 did what you are doing. And I can tell you — it's not the way. [Her voice has fallen to a whisper; she stops, looking ahead at something remote and veiled.] We had been married — two years. [A start, as of sudden pain. Says it again, as if to make herself say it.] Married — two years. He had a chance to go north on a whaler. Times hard. He had to go. A year and a half — it was to be. A year and a half. Two years we'd been married. [She sits silent, moving a little back and forth. The day he went away. [Not spoken, but breathed from pain.] The days after he was gone. I heard at first. Last letter said farther north — not another chance to write till on the way home. [A wait. no THE OUTSIDE Six months. Another. I did not hear. [Long wait.] Nobody ever heard. [After it seems she is held there, and will not go on.] I used to talk as much as any girl in Provincetown. Jim used to tease me about my talking. But they'd come in to talk to me. They'd say — " You may hear yet." They'd talk about what must have happened. And one day a woman who'd been my friend all my life said — " Suppose he was to walk in!" I got up and drove her from my kitchen — and from that time till this I've not said a word I didn't have to say. [She has become almost wild in telling this. That passes. In a whisper.] The ice that caught Jim — caught me. [A moment as if held in ice. Comes from it. To Mrs. Patrick simply.] It's not the way. [A sudden change.] You're not the only woman in the world whose husband is dead ! Mrs. Patrick [With the cry of the hurt.] Dead? My husband's not dead. Allie Mayo He's not? [Slowly understands.] Oh. [The woman in the door is crying. Suddenly picks up her coat which has fallen to the floor and steps out- side. Allie Mayo [Almost failing to do it.] Wait. Mrs. Patrick Wait ? Don't you think you've said enough ? They told me you didn't say an unnecessary word ! THE OUTSIDE in Allie Mayo I don't. Mrs. Patrick And you can see, I should think, that you've bungled into things you know nothing about ! [As she speaks, and crying under her breath, she pushes the sand by the door down on the half buried grass — though not as if knowing what she is doing. Allie Mayo [Slowly.] When you keep still for twenty years }'ou know — things you didn't know you knew. I know why you're doing that. [She looks up at her, startled.] Don't bury the only thing that will grow. Let it grow. [The woman outside still crying under her breath turns abruptly and starts toward the line where dunes and woods meet. Allie Mayo I know where you're going! [Mrs. Patrick turns, but not as if she wants to.] What you'll try to do. Over there. [Pointing to the line of woods.] Bury it. The life in you. Bury it — watching the sand bury the woods. But I'll tell you something! They fight too. The woods! They fight for life the way that Captain fought for life in there ! [Pointing to the closed door. Mrs. Patrick [With a strange exultation.] And lose the way he lost in there! ii2 THE OUTSIDE Allie Mayo [Sure, sombre.] They don't lose. Mrs. Patrick Don't lose? [Triumphant.'] I have walked on the tops of buried trees! Allie Mayo [Slow, sombre, yet large.] And vines will grow over the sand that covers the trees, and hold it. And other trees will grow above the buried trees. Mrs. Patrick I've watched the sand slip down on the vines that reach out farthest. Allie Mayo Another vine will reach that spot. [Under her breath, tenderly.] Strange little things that reach out farthest ! Mrs. Patrick And will be buried soonest ! Allie Mayo And hold the sand for things behind them. They save a wood that guards a town. Mrs. Patrick I care nothing about a woods to guard a town. This is the outside — these dunes where only beach grass grows, this outer shore where men can't live. THE OUTSIDE 113 The Outside. You who were born here and who die here have named it that. Allie Mayo Yes, we named it that, and we had reason. He died here [Reaches her hand toward the closed door] and many a one before him. But many another reached the harbor ! [Slowly raises her arm, bends it to make the form of the Cape. Touches the outside of her bent arm.] The Outside. But an arm that bends to make a harbor — where men are safe. Mrs. Patrick I'm outside the harbor — on the dunes, land not life. Allie Mayo Dunes meet woods and woods hold dunes from a town that's shore to a harbor. Mrs. Patrick This is the Outside. Sand. [Picking some of it up in her hand and letting it fall on the beach grass.] Sand that covers — hills of sand that move and cover. Allie Mayo Woods. Woods to hold the moving hills from Prov- incetown. Provincetown — where they turn when boats can't live at sea. Did you ever see the sails come round here when the sky is dark? A line of them — swift to the harbor — where their children live. Go back! [Pointing.] Back to your edge of the woods that's the edge of the dunes. H4 THE OUTSIDE Mrs. Patrick The edge of life. Where life trails off to dwarfed things not worth a name. [Suddenly sits down in the doorway. Allie Mayo Not worth a name. And — meeting the Outside ! [Big with the sense of the wonder of life. Mrs. Patrick [Lifting sand and letting it drift through her hand.] They're what the sand will let them be. They take strange shapes like shapes of blown sand. Allie Mayo Meeting the Outside. [Moving nearer; speaking more personally.] I know why you came here. To this house that had been given up ; on this shore where only savers of life try to live. I know what holds you on these dunes, and draws you over there. But other things are true beside the things you want to see. Mrs. Patrick How do you know they are ? Where have you been for twenty years? Allie Mayo Outside. Twenty years. That's why I know how brave they are. [Indicating the edge of the woods. Suddenly different.] You'll not find peace there again ! Go back and watch them tight! THE OUTSIDE 115 Mrs. Patrick [Swiftly rising.] You're a cruel woman — a hard, insolent woman! I knew what I was doing! What do you know about it? About me? I didn't go to the Outside. I was left there. I'm only — trying to get along. Everything that can hurt me I want buried — buried deep. Spring is here. This morning I knew it. Spring — coming through the storm — to take me — take me to hurt me. That's why I couldn't bear — [She looks at the closed door] things that made me know I feel. You haven't felt for so long you don't know what it means ! But I tell you, Spring is here! And now you'd take that from me — [Look- ing now toward the edge of the woods] the thing that made me know they would be buried in my heart — those things I can't live and know I feel. You're more cruel than the sea ! " But other things are true beside the things you want to see ! " Outside. Springs will come when I will not know that it is spring. [As if resentful of not more deeply believing what she says.] What would there be for me but the Outside ? What was there for you ? What did you ever find after you lost the thing you wanted? Allie Mayo I found — what I find now I know. The edge of life — to hold life behind me — [A slight gesture toward Mrs. Patrick. Mrs. Patrick [Stepping back.] You call what you are life? [Laughs.] Bleak as those ugly things that grow in the sand! n6 THE OUTSIDE Allie Mayo [Under her breath, as one who speaks tenderly of beauty.] Ugly ! Mrs. Patrick [Passionately."] I have known life. I have known life. You're like this Cape. A line of land way out to sea — land not life. Allie Mayo A harbor far at sea. [Raises her arm, curves it in as if around something she loves.] Land that en- closes and gives shelter from storm. Mrs. Patrick [Facing the sea, as if affirming what will hold all else out.] Outside sea. Outer shore. Dunes — land not life. Allie Mayo Outside sea — outer shore, dark with the wood that once was ships — dunes, strange land not life — woods, town and harbor. The line ! Stunted straggly line that meets the Outside face to face — and fights for what itself can never be. Lonely line. Brave growing. Mrs. Patrick It loses. Allie Mayo It wins. Mrs. Patrick The farthest life is buried. THE OUTSIDE 117 Allie Mayo And life grows over buried life ! [Lifted into that; then, as one who states a simple truth with feeling.'] It will. And Springs will come when you will want to know that it is Spring. [The Captain and Bradford appear be- hind the drift of sand. They have a stretcher. To get away from them Mrs. Patrick steps farther into the room; Allie Mayo shrinks into her comer. The men come in, open the closed door and go in the room where they left the dead man. A moment later they are seen outside the big open door, bearing the man away. Mrs. Patrick watches them from sight. Mrs. Patrick [Bitter, exultant.] Savers of life! [To Allie Mayo.] You savers of life! "Meeting the Out- side!" Meeting — [But she cannot say it mockingly again; in saying it, something of what it means has broken through, rises. Herself lost, feeling her way into the wonder of life.] Meeting, the Outside ! [It grows in her as slowly. (Curtain) WOMAN'S HONOR A COMEDY IN ONE ACT First Performed by the Provincetown Players, April 26, 1918 Mr. Foster, The Lawyer . . . Justus Sheffield Gordon Wallace, The Prisoner . Clark Branyon Boy Murray Cooper The Shielded One Marjory Lacey The Motherly One Dorothy Upjohn The Scornful One The Ida Rauh The Silly One Women Norma Millay The Mercenary One Alice MacDougal The Cheated One Susan Gaspell WOMAN'S HONOR Scene: A room in the sheriff's house which is used for conferences. At the rear is a door into the hall, at the left a door leads to an adjoining room. There is also a door at the right, going to the corridor which connects this house with the jail. Lawyer and Prisoner are found in heated conver- sation. The prisoner, an attractive young man, is seated, and has just turned away from the Lawyer, irritated. Lawyer Do you know that murder is no laughing matter? Prisoner Well, was I laughing? Lawyer [Shoots it at him.] Where were you on the night of October 25? [Prisoner sits like one who never means to speak again.] Your silence shields a woman's honor. Do you know what's going to be said of you ? You're going to be called old-fashioned ! [A worried look Hits over the prisoner's face.] A man will not tell where he is because it involves a woman's honor ! How quaint ! [In a different voice.] Say, do you think she's worth it? [Prisoner rises angrily. Yes, get red in the face, I should think you would. Blush. Blush for shame. Shame of having loved a woman who'd let a man face death to shield her own honor ! 121 122 WOMAN'S HONOR Prisoner You don't know what you're talking about. Lawyer It's just like a woman, the cowards. That's what I most despise in women. Afraid they won't be looked upon as the pure noble sensitive souls they spend their lives trying to make us believe they are. Sicken- ing! Prisoner There are things you don't understand. Lawyer Oh, yes, I do. I suppose she's got a husband. I suppose he'd divorce her. Then she wouldn't be asked out to tea quite so often. Good Lord — die for something real! Prisoner You and I have different ideals, Mr. Foster. There are things we don't discuss. Lawyer There are things we have to discuss. If you insist upon this romantic course, then at least we will have to get something out of that. Prisoner What do you mean ? Lawyer Simply that public feeling has got to swing toward WOMAN'S HONOR 123 you or the jury will say you murdered Erwalt. If we can't have an alibi, let us by all means have a hero ! Prisoner [Outraged.] Have you given out a story to the newspapers ? Lawyer [Drawing paper from his pocket.] Very delicately done. "A life for a life." Isn't that moving? " While Gordon Wallace languishes in his cell, some woman is safe in a shielded home. Charged with the murder of John Erwalt, young Wallace fails to cut his chain of circumstantial evidence with an alibi. Where was Gordon Wallace on the night of October 25? He maintains a dogged silence. Behind that silence rests a woman's honor " — and so on, at some length. Prisoner You had no right to give out a story without my consent ! Lawyer Oh, yes, I have. If I can't get your consent for saving your life, then, my young friend, I shall save it without your consent. Pardon my rudeness. Prisoner How will this save it ? Lawyer How little romantic young men know the romantic sex. Wives — including, I hope, jurors' wives — will cry, " Don't let that chivalrous young man die ! " 124 WOMAN'S HONOR Women just love to have their honor shielded. It is very touching to them. Prisoner Mr. Foster, I tell you again, I dislike your attitude toward women ! Laugh at me if you will, but I have respect and reverence for women. I believe it is perfectly true that men must guard them. Call me a romantic young fool if it pleases you, but I have had a mother — a sister — sweetheart. Yes, I am ready to die to shield a woman's honor! [As he says this the door slowly opens and a woman steps in. Shielded One No ! You shall not ! [Quite taken aback, the men stand look- ing at her. She has breeding, poise — obviously she has stepped out of a world where women are shielded. She maintains a front of her usual composure, but there is an intensity — an excitement — which indicates she is feeling some big new thing. Lawyer looks from her to the Prisoner, who is staring at the Woman. Lawyer [To Woman.] Oh — you've come? Shielded One [Firmly, but with emotion.] I have come. WOMAN'S HONOR 125 Prisoner I don't understand. Lawyer You were not willing to let him die? Shielded One No. Lawyer Good. This young man — [He pauses, embarrassed, for it does not seem a thing to say to this lady] was with you on the night of October 25? Shielded One Yes. Prisoner Why, no I wasn't. Lawyer There is no use, Gordon, in trying to keep the lady from doing what she has apparently determined to do. Shielded One No. You cannot keep me from doing what I have determined to do. Lawyer For my part, I respect you for it. Then you are prepared to testify that on the night of October 25 Gordon Wallace was with you from twelve o'clock midnight till eight next morning? Shielded One [A little falteringly, yet fervent.] Yes. 126 WOMAN'S HONOR Lawyer Was with you — continuously ? Shielded One Yes. Lawyer Your name is — ? [He takes out his note-book. Prisoner [In distress.] Don't give him your name! He'll use it ! I tell you this is all a mistake. I don't know this lady. I never saw her before. [To the Woman.] You mustn't do this! Shielded One [Proudly, and with relief.] I have done it! Lawyer And as I said, madam, I greatly respect you for doing it. You are, if I may say so, unlike most of your sex. Now — your name? Shielded One [This is not easy for her.] Mrs. Oscar Duncan. Lawyer And Mrs. Duncan you live at — ? [A noise in the hall.] I fear some one is coming in. Will you just step in here? [He shows her into the room at the left. They hear the corridor door open and turn. A woman is coming in WOMAN'S HONOR 127 — rather plump, middle-aged — a pleasant, motherly looking woman. She looks from the Lawyer to the Prisoner, moves to get a better look at the young man, who becomes nervous under this scrutiny; then she seems to have it straight in her mind, nods pleasantly. Motherly One [Cheerily.] Good morning. Lawyer Good morning. Motherly One [To Prisoner.] Good morning. Prisoner [Not cheerily.] Good morning. Motherly One There was no one out there, so I just walked right in. [Lawyer nods.] I thought you might be glad to see me. Lawyer Oh — we are. [To Gordon.] Aren't we? Motherly One I suppose I am in the right place. Lawyer Well, it is the right place for some things. 128 WOMAN'S HONOR Motherly One Is it the place to tell the truth about Gordon Wallace ? Lawyer It seems to be. Motherly One [Very cheerfully.] Well, then, on the night of Oc- tober 25 that young man — [Steps for a better look at the Prisoner] this young man — was with me. Lawyer From twelve o'clock midnight until eight next morn- ing? Motherly One [Placidly.] From twelve o'clock midnight till eight next morning. [She takes a muffler from her bag and sits down and begins to knit. Lawyer Was with you — continuously ? Motherly One Oh, certainly — continuously. [She knits serenely on. Lawyer Well — Gordon. Motherly One [Pleasantly.] It seems that mufflers get longer and longer. [Looking up at Lawyer.] Doesn't it? WOMAN'S HONOR 129 Lawyer Why — perhaps they do. But — you are willing to leave your name and address ? Motherly One Certainly, I'm willing to leave my name and address. What else would I be here for? Oh — but could I use the telephone first. [Rises.] It will be better to let them know that I'll probably be late getting home for lunch. Lawyer [Is about to open door of the room in which the Shielded One is waiting.] No — there's some one in there. Here [Going to the door at the other side of the room], I'll show you how to get through to the jail phone. Motherly One The jail! But we'll soon have you out of jail. [She goes, giving the young man an encouraging smile. The Lawyer steps out with her. The young man hears the rear door opening — this door into the hall has a slight squeak — starts nervously, looks around to see a young woman come in. In a keen, cool amused way she is star- ing at him. He turns away, petu- lantly hitching his chair. She moves where she can see him better, takes from her bag a newspaper picture, looks from it to him. He turns, sees what she is doing; she smiles at He looks like one at bay. 130 WOMAN'S HONOR Enter Lawyer. Sees what is go- ing on, smiles. Lawyer On the night of October 25 — ? Scornful One [To Lawyer.] I understand that down here a man is about to die for a woman's honor. Lawyer He had some such thing in mind. Scornful One [To Lawyer.] Now you can't get away with that. Sorry to upset your plans, but the death seems un- called for. On the night of October 25 — Gordon Wallace was with me. Lawyer From twelve o'clock midnight till eight next morn- ing? Scornful One From twelve o'clock midnight until eight next morn- ing. Lawyer [Rather feebly.] Con-tinuously ? Scornful One [In an offhand voice.] Continuously. WOMAN'S HONOR 131 Lawyer Well — well, Gordon, I begin to understand why you hesitated to tell the truth about that momentous night. Rise and thank the lady, Gordon; it would seem the least you could do would be to rise and — [As he is saying this to Gordon, in rushes a fussily dressed hysterical woman and throws her arms around the Lawyer's neck. Silly One Darling ! I cannot let you die for me ! Lawyer [Trying to free himself.] Pardon me, madam, but — Silly One Gordon! You call me madam after that night to- gether. Oh my beloved, when I think of those hours I lay in your arms — Lawyer Pardon me, but you never lay in — Silly One I know. Ah — I understand. You pretend not to know me. You would die to shield me — but you shall not! You cannot escape me! Lawyer [Still unsuccessful in freeing himself.] Apparently not. But permit me to tell you, you are making a mistake. 132 WOMAN'S HONOR Silly One No! I am not making a mistake! You shall not die for me. Lawyer I really don't intend to — if I can help it. Silly One Love is so beautiful So ennobling! [Overcome with emotion, loosens her hold.] When I think of that night — October 25 — [Smfo into a chair. Lawyer [After settling his collar.] Well, Gordon, have you a choice? [Pause.] You see you didn't understand women as well as you thought. Prisoner [Fiercely.] Neither did you! [The Sheriff's Boy comes in. Boy While I was over at the bank, women came. Lawyer Yes, I know. 'Boy [Looking at the two women in the room.] But more women. [Prisoner starts in terror.] Six women are' out there. WOMAN'S HONOR 133 Prisoner Don't let them in! Lawyer Tell the ladies we shall not need them. Thank them for coming. [Boy goes out. To Prisoner.] Well, come now. What shall we do with this em- barrassment of — generosity? You see dying for a woman's honor isn't as easy as you might think. It even looks as though there were a sort of conspiracy against it. Prisoner I'm not going to be made a fool of. Lawyer Are you sure you can help it? [The Boy comes back, looking worried. Boy Some of those women won't go away. I don't know what to do with them. Lawyer No, it's not a matter the young can cope with. [He goes out with the Boy. The amused young Woman sits looking the Prisoner over, to his embarrass- ment and final irritation. Scornful One So you were thinking of dying for a woman's honor. [He says nothing.] Now do you think that's a very i 3 4 WOMAN'S HONOR nice way to treat the lady? [He turns away petu- lantly.] Seems to me you should think of her feelings. Have you a right to ruin her life ? Prisoner [Startled into speech.] Ruin her life? Scornful One Why certainly. A life that somebody has died for is practically a ruined life. For how are you going to think of it as anything but — a life that somebody has died for? [She pulls her chair to a more con- fidential angle.] Did it ever strike you as funny that woman's honor is only about one thing, and that man's honor is about everything but that thing? [After waiting for the answer which does not come.] Now woman's honor means woman's virtue. But this lady for whom you propose to die has no virtue. Prisoner [Springing up.] Please be careful what you say. Scornful One I'm being very careful. I'm thinking it out just as carefully as I can. The night of October 25, or at some time previous to that, she lost her vir- tue, and you propose to die to keep us from knowing about this loss. Now, it has happened, hasn't it? On the night of October 25, from twelve o'clock mid- night till eight next morning continuously she lost her virtue. You aren't dying to keep her virtuous. I fancy few lives have been laid upon that altar. But WOMAN'S HONOR 135 you're dying to keep us from knowing she is what she is. Dear me, it seems rather sad. Silly One [Controlling her tears.] It is noble beyond words. Scornful One There's where you're going to get your approbation. [The Motherly One now returns from her telephoning. She looks at the Silly Woman, then at the Scornful One — these two stand looking one another up and down. Scornful One [In her amused manner.] Can it be that we are two souls with but a single thought? Motherly One [In her mothering voice.] Perhaps we are two hearts that beat as one. [They stand there a moment not know- ing what to do; then, still uncer- tainly, they sit down, stealing glances at one another. Finally the Scorn- ful One smiles. Scornful One We might draw lots. Silly One Love conquereth all things. 136 WOMAN'S HONOR Scornful One Even the female brain. Motherly One I wonder why you others came. Scornful One Why did you come ? Motherly One Oh, I have children of my own. I thought, he's just a nice boy, and probably she's just some nice girl afraid of her mother. And I thought — well, now what an awful pity to let him die, or even spend a lot of time in prison. I said to myself, it would be just like a lot of men to fuss around about a woman's honor and really let it hurt somebody. So I decided — well, I'll go. What harm can it do me? [Resumes her knitting.'] You- see, I'm in the habit of trying to save lives. I do nursing — practical nurs- ing — and I didn't happen to be on a case just now, so I thought — well, I'll just take this case. Some of the folks I nurse for may be shocked — but good sensible nurses aren't so easy to get. Of course my children may be upset about it — but they're awful nice children, and when they're a little older probably they'll be pleased to think their mother didn't want a nice boy to die. [Drops her knitting.] I wonder if she will come. [Looks at the other two with new in- . terest. Scornful One I wonder. WOMAN'S HONOR 137 Silly One " She " is here. Scornful One Oh, it's not you. You thought it was the lawyer you were with. Anyway, people who do things don't make so much fuss about them. Motherly One [Whose interest has not been diverted.] I think she will have to come. [The door of the room into which the Shielded One was shown opens quietly and without the others being aware of it the Shielded One is standing in the doorway, bringing with her that sense of the ordered protected life out of which she has stepped. Scornful One I'm sure I don't see how she could ever think of staying away. I hate a coward. Motherly One Some women think a great deal about their honor. I think usually it's women who aren't very well — or who haven't much else to take up their time. [Impulsively the Shielded One steps forward as if to speak. Hearing her, they turn, and in their interest rise and stand looking at her. 138 WOMAN'S HONOR Motherly One Oh — you've come? [The Prisoner who to get away from the women gives the impression of being crowded into a corner, also turns and rises. Prisoner [To Shielded One, rather crossly.] Please go away ! O-h. Scornful One Prisoner Can't you see there is no need for your staying? Shielded One [Quietly.] There is need of it. [She sits down, the other women still surveying her. Motherly One It's true we aren't all needed. Who will be best — ? [To Scornful One.] Tell me, why are you here? Scornful One Well, you see for myself I haven't any honor to worry about, and haven't had for some time. So I thought, if the sacrifice of a woman's honor is going to save, a man's life, let me, who have none, nobly sacrifice mine. Motherly One What do you mean, you haven't had any honor for some time? WOMAN'S HONOR 139 Scornful One Oh, I haven't had my honor around with me since I was seventeen. Motherly One [Kindly.] Do you miss it? Scornful One Well — yes; sometimes when I'm tired I might like to slump back into it. You see honor camouflages so many things — stupidity, selfishness — greed, lust, avarice, gluttony. So without it you're almost forced to be a decent sort — and that's sometimes wearing. [In another voice.] But I'll tell you why I'm really here ! When men begin to sob around about woman's honor they get my goat. That lawyer — he thought he was going to get away with it. Why, woman's honor would have died out long ago if it hadn't been for men's talk about it. Motherly One I suppose it really has to be kept up, as long as it gives men such noble feelings. Scornful One That man — the one when I was seventeen — he's that sort. He would be of course. Why, this instant his eyes would become " pools of feeling " if any one were to talk about saving a woman's honor. [Under her breath.] Gee! Motherly One [With a diffident glance at the Shielded One.] 140 WOMAN'S HONOR If she is here, she must be feeling quite upset. If she cares enough about her honor to have held back this long — it can't be easy to let it go. Scornful One She'll be better off without it. Motherly One I don't know. You see, she's had it quite a while. She's used to it. I was thinking — [The door opens and a brisk young woman dressed in cheap, up-to-the- minute clothes darts in. All turn and look at her, continue to stare. Something in this scrutiny becomes disconcerting. Mercenary One While he was busy with the other women — I just slipped by. Is this — ? [Sees the young man, now huddled in terror. Scornful One Sit down and wait your turn. Mercenary One Are all of you ahead of me? Scornful One Your number seems to be five. [Number five sits down; a pause in which they continue to look at her in this unusual zvay — she finally WOMAN'S HONOR 141 rather indignantly settles her. coat, her hat, assuring herself nothing is the matter with her. Motherly One You look young for this. Mercenary One Well, if you'll excuse my saying so, the same ob- jection can't be made to some of you. Scornful One What are you here for? Mercenary One Oh, I guess I'm here for about the same reason all of you are here. Motherly One But we are here for different reasons. Mercenary One Say, what are you tryin' to put over on me? Sup- pose I think you're here for your health? Or out of kindness? Or to show your great beauty? Hard-/y. Anybody not feeble-minded could dope out why you're sitting here like owls. Scornful One Well — why? Mercenary One Oh, not for money, of course. [She has horrified them all. 142 WOMAN'S HONOR Motherly One I'm sorry you said that. Silly One How sordid! How desecrating! Mercenary One Say — I don't like the atmosphere of this place. Scornful One We don't like it as well as we did. Mercenary One A business proposition is a business proposition. What a man needs and can pay for — Silly One [Rising and wringing her hands.] I really must ask you — Love is so beautiful ! Mercenary One Well, suppose it is ? What's that got to do with it ? Motherly One You seem hard for one so young. Mercenary One I may be hard, but I'm not a nut. Scornful One Woman's honor doesn't play much part in your young life, does it ? Or woman's self-respect, either. WOMAN'S HONOR 143 Mercenary One [Rising.] Say, you think you can sit there and insult me? I don't know what you are, but I'll have you know I'm an honest working girl ! I heard they were going to take on another stenographer down here, but I don't like the atmosphere of this place. [She leaves. Silly One [Settling herself with relief.] It was a misunder- standing. Ah, life is paved with misunderstanding. Motherly One It will be said we did this for money. Scornful One Oh, a great deal will be said. If you care about what's said you'd better follow the honest working girl out that door. Motherly One What's said makes an awful difference in some people's lives. [Her eyes turn toward the Shielded One. Scornful One They don't know how much difference until they've heard it said. [She too looks at the Shielded One. Motherly One You get made into one thing and then it's not easy i 4 4 WOMAN'S HONOR to be another. And as the honest working girl hinted, some of us aren't as young as — we'd like to be. Scornful One Age shouldn't discourage one. It's never too late to mend. [The door swings, the women look ex- pectantly around; the unfortunate young man, whose face has been buried in his hands, looks round in terror. They wait a moment but no one comes in. * Motherly One If " she " is here, and really minds losing her honor — well, she could just go home. [Silly One rises, simpers, sits down again.] We can't all lose our honor. It might do the young man more harm than good. It's different with you — [To Scornful One] you had an early start. And then you've got character. You don't need honor to lean on. Shielded One [Breaking her silence with simple intensity.] What is woman's honor? Scornful One A thing men talk about. Motherly One A safe corner. Silly One A star to guide them ! WOMAN'S HONOR 145 Shielded One [Very earnestly.] Guide them where? Scornful One Yes, where? Many a woman who's guided hasn't guided anywhere. Shielded One [Passionately.] Aren't we something more than things to be noble about? Scornful One Of course what we've really been is kind. We have not deprived them of the pleasures of being noble. If we do it now, it will leave them in a bleak world. Shielded One [Troubled but determined.] Can't we put some- thing in its place, so they won't be too desolate and yet we won't be so — Scornful One Bored. Motherly One If we" could only get them noble about something else. I should really hate to take it from them en- tirely. It's like giving up smoking or drinking. You have to do it gradually, and there should be something to put in its place. Scornful One If we could only think up a new vice for them. 146 WOMAN'S HONOR Motherly One They have all those. Shielded One Oh, I hope you women can work out some way to free us from men's noble feelings about it! I speak for all the women of my — [Hesitates] under-world, all those others smothered under men's lofty senti- ments toward them! I wish I could paint for you the horrors of the shielded life. [Says "shielded" as if it were "shameful."] I know you would feel something must be done to save us. After all [Grow- ing a little wild] are we not your sisters ? Our honor has been saved so many times. We are tired. And so when I read in the paper this morning that woman's honor was being saved again — Scornful One [Excitedly going to her.] Read in the paper? -Then you're not — the one? Shielded One Not that one, but — [Slowly the door opens and a woman comes in — comes with a strange quiet. She droops, she has a queer passivity — she is unaccountably forceful. Gives a sense of one who has been cheated and is going to be cheated no more. She is scarcely aware of the other women. Her eyes, dead, or rather dogged with life, go to the unfortunate young man. He has turned to look at her; he is not able to look away. WOMAN'S HONOR 147 Scornful One [Nervously.] Are you a stenographer? Cheated One [Not interested in this.] No. [In her dogged way she advances upon the Prisoner. He is afraid. She sits down close to him, as if to cut off escape. Motherly One [Low.] I wonder if she is here. Scornful One I wonder. Shielded One [ With an effort bringing herself and the others back to her.] But don't turn against me because I'm not this particular woman. What a detail that is. I am — those victims of men's dreadful — [Turns away her face] need for nobility. I'd rather die than go back to it! Help me to lead another life! Scornful One [Fervently.] We must lift her up. Motherly One We will find a place for her in the great good world outside the shielded life. Shielded One Then you others go, and I will stay. i 4 8 WOMAN'S HONOR [Motherly One and Scornful One rise and move to the door. Silly One I will give my life for yours, my sister ! Scornful One No you won't. I'll have nothing to do with saving you. You deserve nothing better than woman's honor. Come with us. [But at the door these three stand look- ing back at the Cheated One. Scornful One [Moving down to her.] Aren't you coming with us? Cheated One [Without raising her eyes.] No. Scornful One Why not? Cheated One I shall stay. Motherly One Perhaps she is here. And if " she " is here — then we have not the right to leave her. [Indicating the Shielded One. Scornful One [To Cheated One.] Tell us: are you the woman Gordon Wallace was with on the night of October 25? WOMAN'S HONOR 149 Cheated One Yes. Motherly One Of course we've all said that. Scornful One But she says it in a different way. Motherly One [To Shielded One.] I am afraid that you will have to leave with us. It seems she has the right. [These four move to the door. Shielded One [Thinking of it just in time.] But do you think she has the right just because she is the one? [To consider this, they go back and sit down. Leave me! Silly One Scornful One [Wickedly inspired.] Suppose we do! You know, I like the idea. Why — the more I think about it — the better I like it. [To the other women.] Yes, come! [To the young man.] This is the lady you were going to die for! Shielded One [Distressed.] But, no! What can it do for her? And how, through her, can we reach my poor sisters smothered under woman's honor? I insist upon it ! I am the one ! 150 WOMAN'S HONOR Cheated One [Suddenly turning upon her.] You are not the one! Motherly One Now I think, to avoid feeling between you two, I had better stay. I'm a nurse, and a mother, and I keep coming back to the idea these things are needed. Scornful One No, you have too many other things to do. I am the one to remain. I am — peculiarly fitted for it. Shielded One You are not fitted for it at all. There is no one less fitted for it than you. Scornful One How do you make that out? Shielded One You don't need it. Woman's honor never hurt you. Scornful One [Reluctantly accepting this. To Prisoner.] Are you acquainted with this woman? [Indicates Cheated One. Prisoner No. Scornful One Then why are you so afraid of her? WOMAN'S HONOR 151 Prisoner I'm not — [But he is forced to meet the smoldering eye of the Cheated One; he can- not look away. Shielded One [Almost in tears.] But you were going to help me lead a better life. And now you stand here quibbling over a petty question of fact, when the whole great question of escape from woman's honor is at stake ! Oh, is it true that women will not help one another? That they are hard and self-seeking? [She breaks down; Motherly One goes to comfort her. Silly One My heart is full — •• Scornful One Your heart is full of a simpering parrot ! [The Lawyer returns. Lawyer Ladies — ladies — quarreling ? I'm sorry to find you in this mood. I had hoped while you were here to- gether you might — arrive at some understanding. Scornful One [To Silly One.] I wish you'd go home. We might arrive at something if we didn't have you on our backs. 152 WOMAN'S HONOR Lawyer Now why must women always dislike each other? Motherly One # [In her motherly way.] If I were you I'd try not to talk much. Lawyer Why not? Scornful One She has a kind heart. Now I — I'd let you talk. Lawyer Sometimes it seems quite as well not to try to follow women. Scornful One Sometimes even better. Lawyer Well now, Ladies, let us drop personal dissentions for the moment. This unfortunate young man, Mr. Wallace, is much moved by your generosity. He had made up his mind to die for woman's honor. Now it seems he is not to do so — a change of plan to which he has not yet adjusted himself. His perturbation makes him unequal to selecting the lady who was with him on the night of October 25. [Door swings, Prisoner looks around nervously.] So — I would like to get your feeling. Since it seems unnecessary for all of you to have been with the young man on the night of October 25 — *», [Again door swings. WOMAN'S HONOR 153 Prisoner [In a rasped voice.] Could that door be closed ? It makes me — nervous. [Motherly Woman closes the door. Lawyer Now, doubtless you will agree with me that we should always eliminate waste. If a woman's honor is to be sacrificed, may I without indelicacy inquire who would sacrifice least? Shielded One [Firmly.] I would. Lawyer [Weakly.] You would? Cheated One [In a voice dull as destiny.] The rest of you can talk as long as you like. I shall stay. [She rises and takes firm hold of the 1 unfortunate young man's chair. Lawyer Well, there seems something final about that. Motherly One Tell us, are you the one ? Cheated One I am the one to stay. 154 WOMAN'S HONOR Scornful One Now, don't cheat. Tell us, are you — Cheated One [Passion flaming through sullenness.] Cheat? Cheat? You say to me, don't cheat? I don't cheat. I've been cheated. Cheated out of my chance to have a man I wanted by a man who would have what he wanted. Then he saved my woman's honor. Mar- ried me and cheated me out of my life. I'm just something to be cheated. That's the way I think of myself. Until this morning. Until I read about Gor- don Wallace. Then I saw a way to get away from myself. It's the first thing I ever wanted to do that I've done. You'll not cheat me out of this. Don't you try! Shielded One But she is thinking of it in just a personal way. Cheated One That's why I stay. Shielded One But think of my poor sisters ! All those unfortunate women — Cheated One The only unfortunate woman I'll think about is myself. Shielded One [Wildly.] You hear her? The only unfortunate woman she'll think about — WOMAN'S HONOR 155 Motherly One [Approaching Cheated One.] Now we really must ask you — Silly One Love is so beautiful! Scornful One You can't cheat just because you've been cheated. Cheated One [Inflamed — incoherent.] You say cheat to me again? You say cheat to — Lawyer [Stepping in to pacify.] Ladies — ladies. Surely there must be a way out of the difficulty. Perhaps we can work out some way to — Scornful One To save both of them through Gordon Wallace! [All women except Cheated One draw together excitedly. The Prisoner, who has rapidly been approaching the breaking point makes a move as if he must try to escape. The Cheated One is watching the other women. Scornful One Here ! Yes ! On the night of October 25 — [Their heads together in low-voiced con- ference with Lawyer. Suddenly the Prisoner slips around the 156 WOMAN'S HONOR Cheated One — i trying now not to be cheated of what is being said — and makes for the door. It opens in his face, and the doorway is blocked by a large and determined woman. Prisoner staggers back to Lawyer's arms. Prisoner Oh, hell. I'll plead guilty. (Curtain) ■BERNICE A PLAY IN THREE ACTS First Performed by the Provincetown Players, New York, March 21, 1919. ORIGINAL CAST Mr. Allen, Bernice's Father . . O. K. Liveright Abbie 5.€r;vuw t Susan Glaspell Craig Norris, Bernice's Husband James K. Light Laura (Mrs. Kirby), Craig's Sister Blanche Hays Margaret Pierce, Bernice's Friend . . Ida Rauh BERNICE ACT ONE Scene : The living-room of Bernice's house in the country. You feel yourself in the house of a woman you would like io know, a woman of sure and beautiful instincts, who lives simply. At the spectator's right, stairs go up from the living room; back of this — right, rear, a door; to the front of the stairs is a nar- rowed passage as of a hall leading to the kitchen. On the other side of the room, is a tea-table before the fireplace, and before it is a low rounded chair, as if awaiting the one who will come to serve tea. Toward the rear of this left wall is a door. This door is closed. From the back of the room French windows lead di- rectly out of doors. On each side of this door is a window thus opening almost the entire wall to the October woods. There are comfortable seats under the windows, books about. It is late afternoon and the sun glows through the flaming leaves. As the curtain is drawn the Father is seen sitting at a long table at the side of the stairway, playing solitaire. At the back of the cards, open books are propped against the wall, and papers on which he has been writing. Abbie, a middle-aged servant, is attending to the open fire. Father [Holding up a card he is about to place.] Ten minutes since the train whistled. They'll be here in five minutes now. Abbie Yes, sir. 159 i6o BERNICE Father It will be hard for Craig to come in this house, Abbie. Oh, yes. Abbie Father Bernice made this house. [Looking - around.} Everything is Bernice. [A pause.] Change some- thing, Abbie! [With growing excitement.] .Put something in a different place. [He takes a pillow from the seat under the window, holds it irresolutely a moment, puts it on the 'floor at the side of the fire- place. On the other side he moves a high vase from the window. Then helplessly.] Well, I don't know. You can't get Bernice out of this room. The tea- table ! Come, Abbie, quick ! We will take this out of the room. [Together, Abbie reluctant, they move it to the passage-way leading out from the living-room. The Father comes back and sees the chair, now with- out its table. He goes as if to move it, but cannot do this; looks old and broken as he faces the closed door.] I wish they'd left Bernice upstairs, Abbie, in her own room. Now there — so near the living- room — right off the living-room. [Hastily goes back to his cards, but in an instant he brushes them together and pulls the open book toward him, and papers; but he only rests his hand on the book.] There'll be only Craig and his sister on this train, Abbie. Abbie That's all I know of. BERNICE 161 Father But Margaret Pierce will be here soon. As soon as she can get here, Margaret will come. Within an hour, probably. Abbie [Apprehensive.] You think so, sir? Father I think so. That train from the West got to the Junction at three. I have a feeling Margaret won't wait for the five o'clock train to get here. She'll get a car. [Abbie goes to the door and looks out.] It would save a little time, and — she doesn't know that Bernice — Yes, Margaret will get here the quickest way. She always came to Bernice when Bernice needed her. Abbie She doesn't need anyone now. Father No. But yes — in a way, she does. She needs some one to be here to do what she can't go on doing. Margaret will see that — when she knows. Margaret sees everything. Abbie [Frightened now.] You think so, sir? Father Oh, yes, she does. Bernice knew that. " Margaret sees things," I've heard Bernice say. [Abbie turns from him.] Now Mrs. Kirby, Craig's sister Laura, 162 BERNICE she's a sensible woman, she'll be a help to you, Abbie, in — arranging things. But see things? No. How different people are. They're all different, Abbie. I don't think Bernice cared much for Laura — though she didn't mind her. She'd just laugh about Laura — about her being so sure of everything. It was nice, Abbie, the way Bernice would just laugh about things. She had no malice. Abbie [Strangely intense.] No. She didn't have, did she? Father Oh, no, Abbie. Malice wasn't in her. It was just that a good many things — well, the things that are important to most people weren't so important to Bernice. It was another set of things Were important. People called her detached. But — I don't know. Maybe they're detached, Abbie. Maybe it's Laura Kirby, the sensible woman, who's detached, — Bernice would have laughed at that — the practical person who's detached, and Bernice. . . . You know what I mean, Abbie? Abbie I think I do ' — knowing her. Father To you — did she seem detached? Abbie [Tenderly thinking it out.] She was loving, and thoughtful, and gay. But always a little of -what she is now — [Faces the closed door] off by herself. BERNICE 163 [With that intensity the present moment does not ac- count for.] You can't expect to understand a person who is " off by herself." Now can you ? Father I understood Bernice. Except, there were things — outside what I understood. Abbie [Eagerly.] That's it. And we should take what we had, shouldn't we, and not try to reach into — to where we didn't go. Father I suppose that's true, Abbie. [Buries his face.] I wish my little girl hadn't died. What am I going to do, Abbie? How can I stay here? And how can I go away ? We should die in our proper order ; I should have gone before my daughter. Anything else makes confusion. There's not going to be anybody to laugh at me now, Abbie. I'll miss the way Bernice laughed at me, a laugh that took me in and — yes, took me in. She laughed at my spending the whole time of the war studying Sanscrit. Well, why shouldn't I ? What can the old do about war ? I had my vision of life. If that had been followed there'd have been no war. But in a world that won't have visions — why not study Sanscrit while such a world is being made over — into another such World. [Listening.] You hear some one, Abbie? Abbie [After listening.] It didn't turn in. V 164 BERNICE Father And you, Abbie. [With wonder.] Why you were with us when Bernice was born. Abbie Yes, I was — in the room the night she was born. The night she died I thought of the night she was born. Father That was — how long ago, Abbie? Abbie Thirty-five years ago. Father Was Bernice thirty-five years old? She was, Abbie — my little girl? Well, life moves by — and we hardly know it's moving. Why, Abbie, your whole life has been lived around Bernice. [Abbie nods.] It will be now as if things had — fallen apart. And it was the main thing in your life — doing things for her. Abbie [With excitement.] Yes, it was the main thing in my life — doing what she wanted. I couldn't do any- thing else now, could I? Father [A little surprised at her agitation, but not thinking about it.] Why, no. Now some one is coming, Abbie. You hear them coming? BERNICE 165 Abbie I think so. [She goes to the door.] Yes. [Abbie opens the door and Laura and Craig come in. Craig holds back as if to enter this house is something he can scarcely make himself do; he does not look around the room. Laura [To the Father, taking his hand.] This is so hard for you, Mr. Allen. I cannot tell you — [Turning to Abbie] Abbie. Father [Going to Craig, who is still at the door.] Well, Craig. [The Father holds out his hand, Craig takes it.] Well, I don't know what we're going to do with- out her. Laura [Coming to the rescue with the practical.] And where are you going to put us, Abbie? Abbie I have the rooms ready upstairs. Craig [As if he cannot do this.] Upstairs? Abbie [In a lozv voice.] She is down here, sir. [She indicates the closed door. Then takes Laura's bag and they start upstairs. Craig does not move. 166 BERNICE Laura [On the stairway.] Aren't you coming up, Craig, to get clean and rest a little? Craig In a minute or two. [He sits down — on the edge of a chair near the door. The Father and husband sit there silent.] Bernice — hadn't been sick long, had she? Father No, it was very sudden. You know she had had trouble occasionally in the past year; Dr. Willis had said she might have to go to the hospital. At first this seemed like that — so Abbie and I weren't really alarmed. Of course we sent for Willis, but he was in Boston. Young Stuart had the grip. So there was no doctor here — till afterwards. Craig • And — how long was Bernice sick? [He speaks with difficulty. Father She spoke of feeling badly on Tuesday. She was lying down most of that day. Wednesday — she didn't get up at all Wednesday. And she died late Wednes- day night. [Emotion breaking through.] Abbie and I were here all alone ! Craig Did she say — Did she leave — Well, we can talk of that later. BERNICE 167 Father [Changing to something not so hard to speak of.] You landed last week? Craig Yes, I was held in New York by things to do. [A glance at the Father.] Of course, if I had had any idea — Father Of course. Craig But Bernice wrote me she was fine. Father She seemed so. She was well and — seemed very happy here this fall. You know how she loves to tramp the woods in the fall. She was counting on your coming home. She had done over your room upstairs. And hers too. They both look so nice and fresh. And she was just starting to do some things to Margaret's room. Margaret was coming next month for a rest. She's been working very hard. *0 Craig Are you expecting Margaret now ? Father Yes. Wednesday evening Bernice seemed to want Margaret to come. She thought maybe Margaret could get away now, and that it would do her good too. She had been worrying about her — thinking she was working too hard. Margaret's been in Chicago, you know, working on some labor things — I never know 168 BERNICE just what it is she is doing. Bernice seemed to want to see her. I wonder if Bernice herself felt it was more than we knew. Anyway, she wanted us to send for Margaret. Craig But you didn't send for me until — until it was over. Father No. You see we didn't know — Abbie and I didn't have any idea — I spoke of sending for you when we sent the telegram for Margaret, but Bernice said you'd be here soon anyway, and she didn't want to hurry you away from New York. [As if not understanding it himself, and trying to find an explanation.] I suppose you were doing something that she knew about, and didn't want to interrupt. [Craig half looks at him. Craig And Margaret answered that she was coming? Father Yes, we heard from her Thursday morning that she had started. She could get here^day. We didn't know where to reach her telling her it was too late now for — for the visit with Bernice. [Breaking.] I just can't believe it ! Think of what you and I are talking about! Bernice, out of life. She was so — of it. Didn't you feel that, Craig — about Bernice? Craig Yes. She seemed so — secured. It never seemed anything could — destroy Bernice. BERNICE 169 Father When I think she won't come down those stairs again Craig I can't — think of things that way now. Father No. No, of course not. [He does not know what to say, so gathers together his cards, then books.] I'll just — I was just going in my room. [Pause.] I've been getting on fine with my Sanscrit, Craig. Craig That's good. Father And now the war is over, and some of the people who fussed around about it influenced it as little as I, and I — have my Sanscrit. You know, Bernice used to laugh at me, Craig. She — the way she used to laugh at us — lovingly. Seems to me I'll miss that most of all. [He goes into his room — through the door to the rear of the stairway. [Alone in the room, Craig tries to look around. He cannot. He has taken a step toward the closed door when he hears Abbie's step on the stairs. Craig [Impetuously going to her, his hands out.] Abbie, you were good to her. [Takes her hands, holds them tight. Then changing.] Why didn't you telegraph me when she was taken sick? [Violently.] Do you 170 BERNICE think there was anything in New York I wouldn't have left? Bernice knew that if she needed me — She never seemed to need me. I never felt she — couldn't get along without me. [Taking a few stumbling steps toward the room where Bernice is.] Oh, I wish I could have a talk with her. Abbie Mr. Norris ! [Her tone halts him.] There's some- thing I must tell you. Craig A — message she left ? Abbie Message ? No. Yes — perhaps. Before you go in there I must tell you — [They are arrested by the sound of a stopping car; neither moves; in a moment Margaret Pierce hurries in. Margaret [After looking at them.] She's worse? [Growing more and more alarmed by them.] Where is she? [Starts towards the stairs. Abbie No — there. [Pointing. Craig [Stepping between Margaret and the closed door.] She's dead, Margaret. BERNICE 171 Margaret Dead? Oh — 'no. Not Bernice. [Waits implor- ingly.] But that couldn't be. Craig I know. I know what, you mean, Margaret. [It seems Margaret is about to fall; Craig brings a chair; without taking a step she sinks to it, facing the closed door. Abbie turns and goes out, toward the kitchen. Margaret [A slight quick turn of her head to him.] I don't believe it! Craig It's true, Margaret. Margaret [Like blood from her heart.] But Bernice — she was life. Craig I know — what you mean. Margaret [After much has gone on in her.] And I wasn't here! Craig No. Nor I. Margaret [A moment later, just having taken this in.] Why weren't you here? 172 BERNICE Craig I didn't know she was sick. Margaret Your boat got in a week ago. Craig Yes. I was detained in New York. Margaret Detained by May Fredericks? Craig Margaret! Bernice wouldn't want you to talk that way to me — now. Margaret No. Craig Why, she knew it. Bernice knew I was staying out on Long Island with them while I was attending to some things about my work. I had a beautiful letter from Bernice. She was perfectly all right — about everything. And I was anxious now to get home to her. I was getting ready to start the very day I got the telegram that — that it was like this. You mean — .you think I didn't make Bernice happy, Margaret ? Margaret Oh, I don't think you had the power to make her very unhappy. BERNICE 173 Craig That's a cruel thing to say, Margaret. Bernice wouldn't say that to me. Margaret [Who is all the while looking straight ahead at the closed door.] No. Craig She understood me. Margaret And was indulgent. Craig [After a pause.] Margaret, did you ever feel you didn't really get to Bernice? Margaret Get to her? So far as I had power. She never held me back. Life broke through her — a life deeper than anything that could happen to her. Craig Yes, that's it. Something you couldn't destroy. A life in her deeper than anything that could be done to •her. That — that makes a difference, Margaret. I never had Bernice. Margaret Oh, wasn't it wonderful to you that beneath what you " had " was a life too full, too rich to be had? I should think that would flow over your life and give it beauty. 174 BERNICE Craig I suppose a man's feeling is different. He has to feel that he moves — completely moves — yes, could destroy — not that he would, but has the power to reshape the — Margaret Craig! "Reshape" Bernice! [In anguish.] Oh, I came to see her. Not to sit here talking to you. Craig I loved her, Margaret. I valued her — even though her life wasn't made by my life. And she loved me. You think she didn't? Margaret No, Craig, I don't think she didn't. I know she did. I was thinking of those things in her — even greater than loving. Those things in her even loving never — caught. Craig Yes. I know, Margaret. Margaret I want to see Bernice ! [Crying she goes blindly toward the closed door, and to Bernice. [A second time left alone in the room, Craig now looks at those various things with which he and Bernice have lived. When he can no longer do this he goes to the passage way at the front of the staircase. BERNICE 175 Craig Abbie ! [After a moment's wait Abbie comes slowly in.] When Miss Margaret came, you were about to tell me something. My wife — left a message for me? Abbie Yes. No — I don't know. [Wildly.] She killed herself ! Craig [Falling back.] What — are — you — saying? Abbie She — did it herself. Took her life. Now I've told you ! You know now ! Craig [Roughly taking hold of her.] What's this you're saying? What's this lie you're trying to — < [Letting go of her — in horror, imploringly.] Abbie! Tell me it isn't true. Abbie It's true. I'm telling you. It's true. She — didn't want to live any longer — so she took some- thing — ended her life. That's all. That's all. I can tell you. Nobody knows. Not her father — nobody. I thought I ought to tell you. Now I've told you! Let me go. I've told you — I — [She breaks from him and rushes out. Craig does not move. Margaret comes from Bernice, without look- ing at Craig, opens the door to go outside. 176 BERNICE Craig [Scarcely able to call to her.] Margaret. Margaret [Not turning.] I'll be back soon. Craig [Wildly.] You can't go away leaving me alone with this! I tell you I can't stand it. You're going to the woods to think of Bernice! Well I'll tell you one thing. You never knew Bernice. You thought she didn't love me. You think I didn't matter. But Bernice killed herself because she loved me so ! Margaret What — are — you — saying ? Craig Abbie just told me. No one knows. Not her father — only Abbie. Margaret It is not true. Craig Yes. Abbie was with her. Oh, Margaret, she loved me like that. Margaret And you killed her ! Craig No — Oh, don't say that! I didn't know. BERNICE 177 Margaret [After trying to take it in.] I knew Bernice. She was life. She came from the whole of life. You are asking me to believe that because of — some little thing in her own life — Craig But it wasn't a little thing. That's what we didn't know. I was everything to Bernice. More than all that life we felt — [Some one is heard above.] I think Laura's coming down. Laura mustn't know. I had to have you know. Nobody else. Not Laura. Laura [On the stair s.'] Oh, Margaret, you have come? Margaret I was just going out. [As Laura comes nearer.] I'm going to take a walk ! [She goes out. Laura [Looking after her.] Take a walk. She alway9 does some strange thing. [Craig has sunk to a chair, his back to Laura.] Why should she rush away like this, as if it were so much harder for her to stay in this house than for anyone else? [Craig, bowed, covers his face with his hands.] Has she been trying to make you feel badly, Craig? [She goes up to him and puts a hand on his bent shoulder.] Don't let hef do that. It isn't true. It isn't as if Bernice were — like most women. There was something — aloof in Bernice. You saw it in her eyes; even in her 178 BERNICE smile. Oh, I thought she was wonderful, too. Only, it isn't as if Bernice — Craig If you think she didn't love me, you're wrong! Laura Oh — Craig ! Love you, of course. Only — things that might have hurt another woman — Craig How do we know who's hurt? Who isn't? Who loves — who doesn't love ? Don't talk, Laura. [She stands there beside him; the Father, coming in, at first sees only Laura. Father I must have dropped the ten of diamonds. [Seeing Craig.] Of course. Of course. I try not to think of it. My little girl. She loved life so. Always. From the time she Was a baby she did rejoice so in the world. [He stands looking at the closed door. Abbie comes in; looks at Craig, hesitates, then slowly crosses the room and takes the traveling-bag he brought in when he came; another look at his bowed head, then, her- self bowed, starts up the stairs. (Curtain) ACT TWO Scene: As in Act One, save that it is evening now; the reading lamp is lighted, and candles. Laura is sitting before the Hre knitting. Abbie is standing at the foot of the stairs, as if Laura had called to her as she came down. Laura But he took the tray, did he, Abbie? Abbie He let me leave it. Laura And how did he seem ? Abbie I didn't see his face. And he didn't say anything. Laura He wasn't like that until Margaret Pierce came. How long was Mrs. Norris sick, Abbie? [As she asks this the outer door opens and Margaret comes in.] Been out looking at the stars, Margaret? Aren't they bright up here in the hills? Margaret I — I didn't see them. [She looks at Abbie, who is looking at her. Abbie turns away from Mar- garet's look. 179 180 BERNICE Laura I was asking you — how long was Mrs. Norris sick, Abbie? Abbie Two days. Laura And just what did the doctor say was the matter? Abbie The doctor wasn't here. [She steals a glance at Margaret, who is all the while looking at her. Laura I know. But afterwards — what was his opinion? Abbie Attacks like she had had before — only worse. Ul- cers in the stomach, he thought it was. Laura It's a great pity you couldn't get a doctor. That's the worst of living way up here by one's self. Mrs. Norris had seemed well, hadn't she? Abbie Yes, except once in a While ; the doctor had said that she ought to go to the hospital to find out. Margaret [To Laura.] Too bad Craig wasn't here. BERNICE 181 Laura Yes. He was detained in New York. Margaret Yes. I know. Laura Abbie, I wish you would go up and ask Mr. Norris if he would like some more coffee and — see how he seems. [To Margaret, resentfully.] I don't under- stand why Craig should be quite like this. [Abbie does not move until Laura looks at her in surprise, then she turns to go.] No; I'll go myself, Abbie. I want to see how he is. [She goes up, and Abbie comes back. Without looking at Margaret she is turning toward the kitchen. Margaret Abbie ! [Reluctantly Abbie comes back, at first not looking up. Then she raises her eyes.] Yes, he told me. [Abbie does not speak or move.] Had she seemed unhappy, Abbie? Abbie No. No, I hadn't noticed anything. Margaret Abbie ! Don't shut me out like this ! She wouldn't shut me out. Bernice loved me. Abbie I know. I know she did. But there's nothing for me to tell you, Miss Margaret, and it's hard for me 182 BERNICE to talk about. I loved her too. I lived with her her whole life long. First the baby I took care of and played with — then all the changing with the different years — then this — [A move of her hands towards the closed door. Margaret Yes — then this. [Gently.'] That's it, Abbie. " This " — takes away from all that. Abbie, do you understand it? If you do, won't you help me? Abbie I don't understand it. Margaret It's something so — outside all the rest. That's why I can't accept it. Something in me just won't take it in — because it isn't right. I knew her. I know I knew her! And this — Why then I didn't know her. Can't you help me? Abbie I don't see how, Miss Margaret. Margaret But if you would tell me things you know — little things — even though they meant nothing to you they might mean something to me. Abbie! Because you loved her don't you want what she was to go on living in our hearts ? Abbie Oh, I do! I do! But she'll go on living in my heart without my understanding what she did. BERNICE 183 Margaret But differently. I'll tell you what I mean. Every- thing about her has always been — herself. That was one of the rare things about her. And herself — oh, it's something you don't want to lose! It's been the beauty in my life. In my busy practical life, Bernice — what she was — like a breath that blew over my life and — made it something. Abbie I know — just what you mean, Miss Margaret. Margaret It's inconceivable that she should — cut off her own life. In her lived all the life that was behind her. You felt that in her — so wonderfully. She felt it in herself — or her eyes couldn't have been like that. Could they? Could they, Abbie? Abbie It — wouldn't seem so. Margaret She wouldn't destroy so much. Why she never destroyed anything — a flower — a caterpillar. Don't you see what I mean, Abbie? This denies so much. And then is it true that all this time she wasn't happy ? Why she seemed happy — as trees grow. Did Mr. Norris make her unhappy? Oh, don't think you shouldn't talk about it. Don't act as if I Shouldn't ask. It's too big for those little scruples. Abbie! I can't let Bernice's life go out in darkness. So tell me — just what happened — each little thing. [Mar- 184 BERNICE garet has taken hold of Abbie; Abbie has turned away.] When did you first know she had — taken' something? Just what did she say to you about it? I want to know each little thing! I have a right to know. [A step is heard above. Abbie [As if saved.] Mrs. Kirby's coming down now. Margaret I want to talk to you, Abbie, after the others have gone to bed. [Laura comes down, Abbie passes her at the foot of the stairs, and goes through to the kitchen. Laura Margaret, what is to be gained in making people feel worse than they need ? Craig upstairs — he's so broken — strange. And even Abbie as she passed me now. You seem to do this to them. And why? Margaret I don't do it to them. I'm not very happy myself. Laura Of course not. None of us can be that. But I believe we should try to bear things with courage. Margaret That comes easily from the person who's bearing little ! BERNICE 185 Laura You think it means nothing to me that my brother has lost his wife? Margaret Your brother has lost his wife ! That's all you see in it! Laura I don't" see why you seem so wild — so resentful, Margaret. Death should soften us. [She takes her old place before the fire. Margaret Well I can tell you this doesn't soften me! Laura I see that you feel hard toward Craig. But Bernice didn't. You think he should have come right home. But you must be just enough to admit he didn't have any idea Bernice was going to be taken suddenly sick. He had been out of the country for three months, naturally there were things connected with his writing to see about. Margaret Connected with his writing! Laura! Don't lie about life with death in the next room. If you want to talk at a time like this, have the decency to be honest ! Try to see the truth about living. Craig stayed in New York with May Fredericks — and he doesn't pretend anything else. Stayed there with May Fredericks, continuing an affair that has been going on for the past year. And before it was May Fredericks it was this one and that one. Well, a!ll right. That 186 BERNICE may be all right. I'm not condemning Craig for his affairs. I'm condemning you for the front you're trying to put up! Laura I certainly am not trying to put up any front. It's merely that there seems nothing to be gained in speak- ing of certain things. If Craig was — really unfaith- ful, I do condemn him for that. I haven't your liberal ideas. [Slight pause, she takes up her knitting.] It's unfortunate Bernice hadn't the power to hold Craig. Margaret Hadn't the power to hold Craig! Laura She didn't want to — I suppose your scoffing means. Well, she should have wanted to. It's what a wife should want to do. Margaret Oh, Laura, Bernice will never say one more word for herself ! In there. Alone. Still. She will notl do one new thing to — to throw a light back on other things. That's death. A leaving of one's life. Leav- ing it — with us. I cannot talk to you about what Bernice " should have been." What she was came true and deep from — [Throwing out her hands as if giving up saying it. Taking it up again.] It's true there was something in her Craig did not control. Something he couldn't mess up. There was something in her he might have drawn from and become bigger than he was. But he's vain. He has to be bowling some one over all the time — to show that he has power. BERNICE 187 Laura I don't agree with you that Craig is especially vain. He's a man. He does want to affect — yes, dominate the woman he loves. And if Bernice didn't give him that feeling of — Margaret Supremacy. Laura There's no use trying to talk with you of personal things. Certainly I don't want to quarrel tonight. That would not be the thing. [In a new tone.] How is your work going? I don't quite know what you are doing now, but trying to get some one out of prison, I suppose? Margaret Yes; I am trying to get out of prison all those people who are imprisoned for ideas. Laura I see. Margaret I doubt if you, see, Laura. Laura Well I don't say I sympathize. But I see. Margaret No; for if you did see, you would have to sym- pathize. If you did see, you would be ashamed; you would have to — hang your head for this thing of locking any man up because of what his mind sees. If 188 BERNICE thinking is not to become — whatever thinking may become ! — then why are we here at all ? [She stops and thinks of it.] Why does Bernice — her death — make that so simple tonight? Because she was herself. She had the gift for being herself. And she wanted each one to have the chance to be himself. Anything else hurt her — as it hurt her to see a dog tied, or a child at a narrow window. Laura I don't think Bernice was a very good wife for a writer. Margaret She would have been a wonderful wife for a real writer. Laura Oh, I know she didn't value Craig's work. And that's another thing. And I suppose you don't value it either. [She looks at Margaret, who does not speak.] Fortunately there are many thousands of peo- ple in this country who do value it. And I suppose you think what I do of little value too. I suppose you scoff at those things we do to put cripples back in life. Margaret No, Laura, I don't scoff at anything that can be done for cripples. Since men have been crippled, cripples must be helped. I only say — Don't cripple minds — strong free minds that might go — we know not where! Might go into places where the light of a mind has never been. [Rising.] Think of it! Think of that chance of making life even greater than BERNICE 189 death. [With passion.] If you have any respect for life — any reverence — you have to leave the mind free. I do not scoff at you, but you are not a serious person. You have no faith — no hope — no self-re- spect ! Laura [Rising.] You tell me I have no self-respect ! You who have not cared what people thought of you — who have not had the sense of fitness — the taste — to hold the place you were born to — you tell me, against whom no word was ever spoken, that I have no self-respect? Margaret You have a blameless reputation, Laura. You have no self-respect. If you had any respect for your own mind you could not be willing to limit the mind of any other. If you had any respect for your own spiritual life you could not be willing to push your self into the spiritual life of another. [Roughly.] No! You could not. [As one seeing far.] I see it as I never saw it. Oh I wish I could talk to Bernice! Something is down. I could see things as I never saw them. Laura [Gathering up the things she had been working with.] I will go before I am insulted further. Margaret There's nothing insulting in trying to find the truth. [Impulsively reaching out her hands to Laura, as she is indignantly going.] Oh, Laura, we die so soon! We live so in the dark. We never become what we iqo BERNICE might be. I should think we could help each other more. Laura [After being a moment held.] It would have to be done more sympathetically. Margaret I didn't mean to be unsympathetic. [Watching Laura go up the stairs.] I suppose that's the trouble with me. [She stands a moment thinking of this. Then there is something she wants to say. She knows then that she is alone — and in this room. Slowly she turns and faces the closed door. Stands so, quite still, realising. Suddenly turns to the stairway, goes up a few steps.] Craig 1 ! [Listens, then goes up another step and calls a little louder.] Craig! Laura [From above.] Please don't disturb Craig, Mar- garet. [Margaret hesitates, turns to go down. A door opens above. Craig Did some one call me? Margaret I did, Craig. I'm down here alone — lonely. Craig [As if glad to do so.] I'll come down. [After coming.] I wanted to come down. I thought Laura was down here. I can't pretend — not tonight. BERNICE 191 Margaret No. I can't. I wanted so to talk to Bernice, and when I couldn't I — called to you. Craig I was glad to hear my name. It's too much alone. [He and Margaret stand there hesitatingly, as if they are not able to do it — settle down in this room and talk. Craig takes out his cigarette case. In the sub- dued voice of one whose feeling is somewhere else.] You want a cigarette, Margaret? Margaret No. I don't believe so. Craig Oh, I remember, you don't like these. Bernice must have some of the — [He opens a chest on the mantel, takes from it a beautiful little box. Margaret [As she sees the box.] Oh — [Turning away.] Thank you, Craig, but — Craig Of course. [Holds the box for a moment, then slowly replaces it. He looks around the room. Then, helplessly.] I don't know what I'm going to do. [He sits down before the fire. Mar- garet also sits. The door at the other side of the room opens and the Father comes in from his room. 192 BERNICE Father I was going to bed now. I thought I'd go in here first. [Slowly goes in where Bernice is. A little while Craig and Margaret sit there silent. Craig And I don't know what he's going to do. Poor old man. Bernice was certainly good to him — keeping him happy in that life he made for himself away from life. It's queer about him, Margaret. Somehow he just didn't go on, did he? Made a fight in his youth, and stopped there. He's one of the wrecks of the Darwinian theory. Spent himself fighting for it, and — let it go at that. [Running his hand through his hair.] Oh, well, I suppose we're all wrecks of some- thing. [With a nervous laugh.] What are you a wreck of, Margaret? You're a wreck of free speech. [Impatiently.] I'm talking like a fool. I'm nervous. I'll be glad when he goes to bed. [Looking upstairs.] I guess Laura's gone to bed. [After looking into the fire.] Well, Bernice isn't leaving any children to — be without her. I suppose now it's just as well we lost our boy before we ever had him. But she would have made a wonderful mother, wouldn't she, Mar- garet ? Margaret Oh, yes ! Craig You ever wish you had children, Margaret? BERNICE 193 Margaret Yes. Craig [Roughly.] Well, why don't you have? Margaret [Slowly.] Why, I don't just know, Craig. Life — seems to get filled up so quickly. Craig Yes. And before we know it, it's all over — or as good as over. Funny — how your mind jumps around. Just then I thought of my mother. How she used to say: "Now eat your bread, Craig." [His voice breaks, he buries his face in his hands. Margaret reaches over and puts a hand on his shoulder. The door opens and the Father comes out. He stands looking at them. Father [Gently.] Yes. Of course. I'm glad you're here Margaret. But my little girl looks very peaceful, Craig. [Pause.] She had a happy life. [Craig moves, turning a little, away. Margaret makes a move as if to shield him, but does not do this. Father Yes ; she had a happy life. Didn't she, Margaret ? Margaret I always thought so. 194 BERNICE Father Oh, yes. She did. In her own way. A cairn way, but very full of her own kind of happiness. [After reflection.] Bernice was good to me. I suppose she might have liked me to have done more things, but — she wanted me to do what — came naturally to me. I suppose that's why we always felt so — comfortable with her. She was never trying to make us some — outside thing. Well — you know, Margaret, I can see her now as a baby. She was such a nice baby. She used to — reach out her hands. [Doing this himself.] Well, I suppose they all do. I'm going to bed. [After starting.] I'm glad you're here with Craig, Margaret. Bernice would like this. You two who know all about her — well, no, nobody knew all about Bernice — but you two who were closest to her, here now as — close as you can be. I'm going to bed. Good-night. Margaret [Crying.] Good-night. Craig [After the father has closed his door. With vio- lence.] " Reached out her hands ! " And what did she get? [Roughly grasping Margaret's wrists.] I killed Bernice. There's no use in your saying I didn't. I did. Only — [Letting go of her] don't flay me to- night, Margaret. I couldn't stand it tonight. [With another abrupt change.] Am I a fool? Why did I never know Bernice loved me like this? [In anguish.] Why wouldn't I know it? [Pause.] We don't know anything about each other. Do we, Margaret ? Noth- ing. We never — get anywhere. [Shivering.] I'm BERNICE 195 cold. I wonder if there's anything to drink in the house. There must be something. [He goes out into the kitchen; after a moment there is the sound of running water; he comes in with a bottle of whiskey, a pitcher of water.] I don't see the glasses. Things seem to have been moved. [Looks at Margaret as if expecting she will go and get them; she does not; he goes out again. From the kitchen.] Margaret, have you any idea where the glasses are? Margaret No, Craig. / don't know. [After hearing him moving things around.] Isn't Abbie somewhere there? Craig No; she isn't here. She seems to have gone out- doors. She's left the door open too. No wonder it was cold. [Calling at an outer door.] Abbie! [Sound of the door closing. Again the sound of dishes being moved.] Well, I don't know where they can have put — Margaret [Covering her face.] Don't look for things. [More quietly.] Bring anything, Craig, there must be some- thing there. Craig [Coming in with cups.] Things have been moved around. I stumbled over things that didn't used to be there. You'll have a little, Margaret? It — we need something. 196 BERNICE Margaret I don't — oh, I don't care. [He pours the drinks and drinks his. Craig [Abruptly shoving his cup away.] Margaret, I loved Bernice. I suppose you don't believe that! And I thought Bernice knew I loved her, in spite of — other things. What do you think it is is the matter with me, Margaret, that I — [Saying it as if raw] miss things. You can tell me. I'd be glad to feel some one knew. Only — don't leave me alone while you're telling me ! Margaret I'm afraid I have nothing to tell you, Craig. I thought I knew Bernice. And now — I did know Bernice ! [Gropingly.] I feel something we don't get to. Craig And Bernice can't help us. Margaret I think she would expect us to — find our way. She could always find her way. She had not meant to leave us here. Bernice was so kind. Craig She was kind. Margaret Such a sensitive kindness. The kindness that di- vined feeling and was there ahead — to meet it. This is the very thing she would not do. BERNICE 197 Craig [Slowly, as if feeling his zvay.] Margaret, I wish I could tell you about me and Bernice. I loved her. She loved me. But there was something in her that had almost nothing to do with our love. Margaret Yes. Craig Well, that isn't right, Margaret. You want to feel that you have the woman you love. Yes — completely. Yes, every bit of her! Margaret So you turned to women whom you could have. Craig Yes. Margaret But you " had " all of them simply because there was less to have. You want no baffling sense of some- thing beyond you. [He looks at her reproachfully.] You wanted me to help you find the truth. I don't believe you can stand truth, Craig. Craig It's hard tonight. Margaret [Intensely.] But perhaps it is tonight or not at all. It's a strange thing this has done. A light trying to find its way through a fog. [In her mind the light 198 BERNICE tries to do this.] Craig, why do you write the things you do? Craig Oh, Margaret, is this any time to talk of work? Margaret It seems to be. Tonight it's all part of the same thing. Laura and I were talking of work — quarrel- ing about it: you were talking of Bernice's father. The light — just goes there. That poor sad old man — why didn't he go on? You said he was a wreck of the Darwinian theory. Then me — a wreck of free speech. Craig Oh I didn't mean you were, Margaret. Margaret But I might be. I can see that. We give ourselves in fighting for a thing that seems important and in that fight we get out of the flow of life. We had meant it to deepen the flow — but we get caught. I know people like that. People who get at home in their fight — and stay there — and are left there when the fight's over ■ — like this old man. How many nights Bernice and I have sat in this room and talked of things! And I had thought — [With sudden angry passion.] If you had been good to her, she would be in this room now. [After a look at him.] I'm sorry. But can I help feeling it? Craig I didn't know. BERNICE 199 Margaret No ; you didn't know. We don't know. When you think what a writer might do for life — for we don't know. You write so well, Craig, but — what of it? What is it is the matter with you — with all you American writers — 'most all of you. A well-put-up light — but it doesn't penetrate anything. It never makes the fog part. Just shows itself off — a well- put-up light. [Growing angry.] It would be better if we didn't have you at all! Can't you see that it would? Lights which — only light themselves keep us from having light — from knowing what the dark- ness is. [After thinking.] Craig, as you write these things are there never times when you sit there dumb and know that you are glib and empty? Craig Did you ever try to write, Margaret? Margaret No. Craig I suppose you think it's very simple to be real. I suppose you think we could do it — if we just wanted to do it. Try it. You try. Margaret So you do this just to cover the fact that you can't do anything? Your skill — a mask for your lack of power? Craig I should think you'd want to be good to me tonight, Margaret. 200 BERNICE Margaret Be good to you! Keep you from seeing. That's the way we're good to each other. There's only one thing I could do for you tonight, Craig. You don't want that. So — [Moves zs if to rise. Craig No, don't go away. My brain won't keep still either. What I think is just as bad as what you say. Well, why do you think it is I — miss things — never get anywhere ? Margaret I don't know. And it's true of all of us. Of me too. I do things that to me seem important, and yet I just do them — I don't get to the thing I'm doing them for — to life itself. I don't simply and pro- foundly get to life. Bernice did. Yes. Bernice did. Craig Margaret And yet you had to — shy away from Bernice. Into a sma'ller world that could be all your world. No, Craig, you haven't power. It's true. And for one hour in our lives let's try to — Those love affairs of yours — they're like your false writing — to keep yourself from knowing you haven't power. Did you ever see a child try to do a thing — fail — then turn to something he could do and make a great show of doing that? That's what most of our lives are like. BERNICE 201 Craig [Rudely.] Well, why haven't I power ? If you are going to be any good to me — tell me that. Margaret [Shaking her head.] I can't tell you that. I haven't any light that — goes there. But isn't it true ? Isn't your life this long attempt to appear effective — to persuade yourself that you are something? What a way to spend the little time there is for living. Craig I fancy it's the way most lives are spent. Margaret That only makes it infinitely sadder. Craig [As if he can stay in this no longer.] As to writ- ing, Margaret, the things that interest you wouldn't interest most people. Margaret " Wouldn't interest most people ! " Oh, Craig, don't slide away from that one honest moment. Say you haven't got it. Don't say they wouldn't want it. Why, if now — in this our day — our troubled day of many shadows — came a light — a light to reach those never lighted places — wouldn't want it ? I wish some one could try them! No, Craig, they all have their times of suspecting their lives are going by in a fog. They're pitifully anxious for a little light. 202 BERNICE Why — they continue to look to writers. You know, Craig, what living makes of us — it's a rim — a bounded circle — and yet we know — have our times of suspecting — that if we could break through thai. [Seeing.] O-h. It's like living in the mountains — those high vast places of Colorado — in a little house with shaded windows. You'd suspect what was there ! A little sunshine through the cracks — mountain smells — and at times the house would shake — and you'd wonder — and be fretted in your little room. And if some day you could put up the shade and — see where you were. Life would never be so small a thing again. Bernice could do that. Her own life did not bound her. Craig No. That was what — Margaret Hurt your vanity? Craig I don't know. I'm trying to be honest. I honestly don't know. Margaret No. We don't know. That's why; — oh, Craig, it would be so wonderful to be a writer — something that gets a little farther than others can get — gets at least the edge of the shadow. [After her own moment on the edge of the shadow.] If you ever felt the shock of reality, and got that back in you — you wouldn't be thinking of whom it would " interest " ! But, Craig — this. [A movement toward the closed room.] Doesn't this give you that shock of reality? BERNICE 203 Craig What of you? Doesn't it give it to you? You're speaking as if this hadn't happened! You leave it out — what Bernice did because of me. You're talk- ing of my having no power. What of this? Had I no power? [After her look at him.] Oh, yes — I know I used it terribly — plenty of years for my heart to break over that. But can you say I didn't have it? Margaret I do leave it out. It isn't right there should be anything in Bernice not Bernice. And she had a great Tightness — Tightness without effort — that rare, rare thing. Craig You say it isn't right — and so you leave it out? And then you talk about the shock of reality. Margaret I don't say it isn't fact. I say it isn't — in the rightness. Craig " In the rightness ! " Is that for you to say ? Is rightness what you think? What you can see? No. You didn't know Bernice. You didn't know she loved me — that way. And I didn't know. But she did! How could I have had that — and not known? But I did have it! I did have it! You say life broke through her — the whole of life. But Bernice didn't want — the whole of life. She wanted me. [He goes to the door, bows against it, all sorrow and need.] 204 BERNICE I want to talk to her — not you. I want her now — knowing. [He opens that door and goes in to Ber- nice. Margaret stands motionless, searching, and as if something is coming to her from the rightness. When she speaks it is a denial from that inner affirmation. Margaret No ! I say — No ! [Feeling some one behind her, swiftly turning she sees Abbie outside, looking through the not quite drawn curtains of the door. She goes to the door and draws Abbie in.] Yes, I am here — and I say no. [She has hold of her, drawing her in as she says it.] You understand — I say no. I don't believe it. What you told me — / don't believe it. Abbie [At first it is horror — then strange relief, as if nothing could be so bad as this has been.] Well, I'm glad you know. Margaret [Very slowly, knowing now it is fact she has come to.] Glad I know what? Abbie That it isn't true. That she didn't do it. Margaret Didn't do it ? Did not take her own life ? Abbie No. Of course she didn't. BERNICE 205 Margaret [Still very slowly, as if much more is coming than she can take in.] Then why — did you say she did? Abbie Because she said I must. Oh — look at me ! Look at me! But you knew her. You know the strength of her. If she'd told you the way she told me — you'd have done it too. You would ! Margaret [Saying each word by itself.] I can not understand one word you're saying. Something is wrong with you. [Changing, and roughly taking hold of Abbie.] Tell me. Quick, the truth. Abbie Wednesday night, about eight o'clock, about an hour after she told me to telegraph you, she said, " Why, Abbie, I believe I'm going to die." I said no, but she said, " I think so." I said we'd send for Mr. Norris. She said no, and not to frighten her father. I — / didn't think she was going to die. All the time I was trying to get the doctor. There were two hours when she was — quiet. Quiet — not like any quiet I ever knew. Thinking. You could see thinking in her eyes — stronger than sickness. Then, after ten, she called me to her. She took my hands. She said, " Abbie, you've lived with me all my life." " Yes," I said. " You love me." " Oh, yes," I said. " Will you do something for me ? " " You know I will," I told her. " Abbie," she said, looking right at me, all of her looking right at me, " if I die, I want you to tell my 206 BERNICE husband I killed myself." [Margaret falls back.] Yes, I did that too. Then I thought it was her mind. But I looked at her, and oh, her mind was there ! It was terrible — how it was all there. She said — and then she [The sobs she has been holding back almost keep Abbie from saying this] — held out her hands to me — " Oh, Abbie, do this last thing for me ! After all there has been, I have a right to do it. If my life is going — let me have this much from it ! " And as still I couldn't — couldn't — the tears ran down her face and she said, " I want to rest before pain comes again. Promise me so I can rest." And I promised. And you would have too ! Margaret You don't know what you're telling me ! You don't know what you're doing. You do this now — after she can do nothing? [Holding out her hands.] Abbie! Tell me it isn't true! Abbie It's true. Margaret You are telling me her life was hate? [Stops, half turns to the room where Craig is with Bernice.] You are telling me she covered hate with — with the beauty that was like nothing else? Abbie! You are telling me that as Bernice left life she held out her hands and asked you to take this back for her ? Abbie There are things we can't understand. There's no use trying. [She turns to go. BERNICE 207 Margaret You can't leave me like thisl Abbib [More gently.] You shouldn't have tried to know. But — if you have got to know things — you have got to take them. [Craig comes out; Abbie goes. Craig Go in there, Margaret. There's something won- derful there. Margaret [Turned from him, her face buried in her hands.] Oh no — no — no. I can never go in there. I — I never was — in there. [Her other words are lost in wild sob- bing. He stands regarding her in wonder, but not losing what he him- self has found. (Curtain) ACT THREE Scene: The same as in Acts One and Two; it is early afternoon of the next day; the door leading out- doors is a little open; when the curtain is drawn Craig is seen outside, just passing the window, as one who is walking back and forth in thinking. In the room are Laura and the Father — the Father sitting at the table by the stairs — Laura, standing, watches Craig pass the door; she has in her hand a paper on which are some memoranda. After watching Craig she sighs, looks at her notes, sits down. Laura I'm sorry to be troubling you, Mr. Allen. Certainly you should not be asked to discuss these matters about — arrangements. But really, you and I seem the only people who are capable of going on with things. I must say, I don't know what to make of everyone else. They all seem to be trying to — keep away from one. I think that's a little unnecessary. Of course I know what grief does, and I'm sure I have every considera- tion for that, but really — I'm sorry Craig keeps his own sister out. When I'm here to help him. And Abbie — why she seems to have lost her head. Just when it's so important that she look after things. And as to Margaret Pierce — she certainly is worse than useless. I don't see what she came for if she didn't want to be helpful. 208 BERNICE 209 Father Margaret and Bernice were very dear friends, Laura. Laura Is that any reason for not being helpful in Bernice's household at a time like this ? Really I do like control. [After looking at her notes.] Then the minister will come here at three, Mr. Allen. Why that will be little more than an hour ! Think of things having been neg- lected like this ! [As Craig, having turned in his walk, is again passing the door.] Craig! [He steps to the door.] The minister, Mr. Howe, will come here, Craig, at three. Craig What for? Laura Craig! -What for? Craig I don't see why he comes here. Why Bernice scarcely knew him. [To her father.] Did Bernice know him ? Father Well, I don't know whether she knew him, but — Laura It is not a personal matter, Craig. Craig I think it is. Very personal. 210 BERNICE Laura You mean to say you are not going to have any service? Craig I haven't thought anything about it. Oh, Laura! How can I think of such things now ? Laura Well, I will think of them for you, dear. Craig Don't bring him here. He can go — [Stops] there, if he wants to. Where — we have to go. Not here. In her own house. The very last thing. Father I'm afraid it will seem strange, Craig. Craig Strange? Do I care if it seems strange? Bernice seemed strange too. But she wasn't strange. She was wonderful. [Putting out his hand impatiently.] Oh, no, Laura. There's so much else to think of — now. [He steps out of the door and stands there, his back to the room. Father [In a low voice.] I wonder — could we go some- where else? Into my room, perhaps. I'm afraid we are keeping Craig out of here. And I think he wants BERNICE 211 to be here — near Bernice. We will be undisturbed in my room. [He gets up and goes to the door of his room, Laura turns to follow. Outside Craig passes from sight. Laura I think it's too bad things have to be made so — complicated. Father [After opening the door.] Oh, Margaret is in here. Margaret [From the other room.] I was just going out. I just came in here to — [Enters.] I just went in there — I didn't think about it being your room. Father Why that was quite all right, Margaret. I'm only sorry to disturb you. Margaret No. That doesn't matter. I — wasn't doing any- thing. Laura There is a great deal to do. [She follows the Father into his room. Margaret walks across the room, walks back, stands still, head bent, hands pressing her temples. Abbie comes part way down the stairs, sees Margaret, stands still as if not to be heard, turns to go back upstairs. 212 BERNICE Margaret [Hearing her, looking up.] Abbie! [Abbie comes slowly down.] Where is he, Mr. Norris? Where is he? Abbie I don't know. He was here a little while ago. Per- haps he went out. [Indicating the open door. Margaret I have to tell him ! Abbie [After an incredulous moment.] Tell him what you made me tell you? Margaret Of course I have to tell him! You think I can leave that on him? And the things I said to him — they were not just. Abbie And you'd rather be " just " than leave it as she wanted it? Margaret Oh, but Abbie — what she wanted — [Holds up her hand as if to shut something from her eyes.] No. You can't put that on anyone. I couldn't live — feeling I had left on him what shouldn't be there. Abbie But you wouldn't tell him now? BERNICE 213 Margaret I must tell him now. Or I won't tell him. And I must go away. I can't stay. I can't stay here. Abbie But what will they think — your leaving? You mean — before we've taken her away? Margaret Oh, I don't know. How can I — plan it out ? I'm going as soon as I can tell him. All night — all day — I've been trying to tell him — and when I get near him — I run away. Why did you tell me? Abbie [Harshly.] Why did you know — what you weren't to know? But if you have some way of knowing what you aren't told — you think you have the right to do your thing with that? Undo what she did? What / did ? Do you know what it took out of me to do this? There's nothing left of me. Margaret [With a laugh. Right on the verge of being not herself.] No. You're a wreck. Another wreck. It's your Darwinian theory. Your free speech. Abbie Oh, I was afraid of you. I didn't want you to come. I knew you'd — get to things. [Abbie goes to the door and looks out. 214 BERNICE Margaret He is out there? Abbie Yes. [Margaret tries to go; moves just a little.] And you'd go to him and — what for? Margaret Because I can't live — leaving that on him — having him think — when I know he didn't. I can't leave that on him one more hour. Abbie [Standing in the door to block her going.] And when you take that from him — what do you give to him? [They stare at one another; Margaret falls back. Margaret Don't ask me to see so many things, Abbie. I can only see this thing. I've grown afraid of seeing. Abbie [After looking at her, seeing something of her suf- fering.] Miss Margaret, why did you do what you did last night? How did you know? Margaret I don't know. Abbie But you knew. BERNICE 215 Margaret No. I didn't know. I didn't know. It didn't come from me. It came — from the Tightness. [A laugh. Abbie If you could get that without being told — why don't you get more without being told? [Margaret gives her a startled look.] For you will never be told. Margaret You know more? Abbie No. My knowing stops with what you got from me last night. But I knew her. I thought maybe, as you have some way of knowing what you aren't told, you could — see into this. See. Margaret I've lost my seeing. It was through her I saw. It was through Bernice I could see. And now it's dark. [Slowly turning toward the closed room.] Oh, how still death is. [The two women are as if caught into this stillness. Abbie [Looking from the door.] He turned this way. [Swiftly turning back to Margaret.] But you couldn't tell him. Margaret No, I can't. Yes, I must ! I tell you there's some- thing in me can't stand it to see any one go down under 216 BERNICE a thing he shouldn't have to bear. Why that feeling has made my life ! Do you think I've wanted to do the kind of work I do? Don't you think I'd like to be doing — happier things ? But there's something in my blood drives me to — what's right. Abbie And something in my blood drives me to what's right! And I went against it — went against my whole life — so she could rest. I did it because I loved her. But you didn't love her. Margaret Oh — Abbie! Abbie Not as you love — what's right. If you loved her, don't you want to protect her — now that she lies dead in there? [Her voice breaking.] Oh, Miss Margaret, it was right at the very end of her life. Maybe when we're going to die things we've borne all our lives are things we can't bear -any longer. Just — don't count that last hour. Margaret [After a moment of being swayed by this.] Yet you counted it, Abbie. You did what she said — because of the strength of her. You told me last night — her mind was there. Terrible the way it was right there. She hadn't left her life. Abbie Well, and if she hadn't left her life ! If all those years with him there was something she hid, and if BERNICE 217 she seemed to feel — what she didn't feel. She did it well, didn't she? — and almost to the last. Shan't we hide it now? For her? You and me, who loved her — isn't she safe — with us? [Going nearer Mar- garet.] Perhaps if you would go in there now — Margaret Oh no — no. Abbie [In a last deeply emotional appeal.] Miss Margaret, didn't she do a good deal for you ? Margaret Do a good deal for me ? Yes. Yes ! Abbie Yes. She did for me. I — I'm something more on account of her. Aren't you? Margaret Yes. Abbie Yes, I think you are too. I can see myself as I'd have been if my life hadn't been lived round her. [Thinks, shakes her head.] It would be left you — what feels and knows it feels. And you said it was through Bernice you could see. Well, lets forget what we don't want to know ! On account of what we are that we wouldn't have been — lets put it out of our minds ! One ugly thing in a whole beautiful life ! Let it go ! And let all the rest live ! [ They can see Craig outside.] Oh — do this for her. Make yourself do 218 BERNICE it. Let that be what's dead — and let all the rest live ! You were her friend not his. [Craig turns to the house, but when about to come in, turns away, cover- ing his face. Margaret [Taking hold of Abbie.] You see? He thinks she loved him and he killed her. He might do what he thinks she did ! Abbie [Falling back.] O-h. [Craig comes in, stands by the door; Margaret has drawn Abbie over near the stairway. He sees them, but gives no heed to them, immersed in what he is living through. While he stands there Margaret does not move. He turns toward the room where Bernice is; when he moves Margaret goes a little to- ward him — his back is to her; Abbie moves to step between Craig and Margaret ; Margaret puts her aside. But when Craig comes to the closed door, and stands there an instant before it, not opening it, Margaret too stops, as if she can- not come nearer him. It is only after he has opened the door and closed it behind him that she goes to it. She puts out her hands, but she does not even touch the door and when she cannot do this she covers her face and, head bent, stands there BERNICE 219 before the closed door. Laura and the Father come out from the room where they have been. As they enter Abbie slowly goes out, toward the kitchen. Laura [After looking at Margaret, who has not moved.] We are going in an hour, Margaret. Margaret Going? Laura Taking Berniee to the cemetery. Margaret Oh. Are we? [After a look which shows her disap- proval Laura goes out, following Abbie. Father [Sitting.] I can't believe that, Margaret. Margaret No. [Margaret sits in the window seat, by which she has been standing. As if she is just realising what they have said.] You say — we are taking Ber- nice away from here — in an hour ? Father Yes. Think of it, Margaret. I just can't — take it in. 220 , BERNICE Margaret No. Father There is something I want to tell you, Margaret. [Margaret gives him a quick look, then turns away, as if afraid.'] I've been wanting to tell you — but it's hard to talk of such things. But before we — take Bernice away, before you — see her the last time — I want you to know. That night — the night Bernice died — at the very last, Abbie was afraid then — and had called to me. Abbie and I were in there and — Abbie went out, about the telephone call we had in for the doctor. I was all alone in there a few minutes — right at the last. Bernice said one last word, Margaret. Your name. Margaret She called to me? Father No, I wouldn't say she called to you. Just said your name. The way we say things to ourselves — say them without knowing we were Agoing to say them. She didn't really say it. She breathed it. It seemed to come from her whole life. Margaret O-h. Then it wasn't as if she had left me? It wasn't as if anything was in between — Father Why no, Margaret. What an idea. Why I don't think you ever were as close to Bernice as when she said your name and died. BERNICE 221 [Margaret's head goes down; she is crying. Craig comes out, carefully closing the door behind him. Partly crosses the room, looks uncertainly at the outer door as if to go outside again. Father Sit down, Craig. [Craig does this.] Let's not try- to keep away from each other now. We're all going through the same thing — in our — our different ways. [A pause. Margaret raises her head; she is turned a little away from the other two.] I was so glad when you came, Margaret. I don't want Bernice to slip away from us. In an hour we — take her away from here — out of this house she loved. I don't want her to slip away from us. She loved you so, Margaret. Didn't she, Craig? Craig Yes. She did love Margaret. — (dSfcb'ATHER I W Oh, yes. " Margaret sees things," she'd say. [ Wistfully.] She had great beauty — didn't she, Mar- garet ? Margaret I always thought so. Father Oh, yes. I was thinking last night — malice was not in Bernice. I never knew her to do a — really unfriendly thing to any one. [Again in that wistful way.] You know, Margaret, I had thought you would 222 BERNICE say things like this — and better than I can say them, to — to keep my little girl for us all. I suppose I'm a foolish old man but I seem to want them said. [Pause. Margaret seems to try to speak, but does not.] I think it was gentle of Bernice to be amused by things she — perhaps couldn't admire in us she loved. Me. I suppose she might have liked a father who amounted to more — but she always seemed to take pleasure in me. Affectionate amusement. Didn't you feel that in Bernice, Craig? Craig Yes — that was one thing. A surface for other things. [He speaks out of pain, but out of pain which wants, if it can, to speak.] But only a surface. [With passion.] All of Bernice went into her love for me. Those big impersonal things — they were not apart. All of Bernice — loved me. [His voice breaks, he goes to the door, starts out. Suddenly steps back — with a quick rough iurrt to her.] Isn't that so, Margaret ? Margare^' '«H*m I can see — what you mean, Craig. Father Why of course Bernice loved you. I know that. [Craig goes outside. [Looking after him.] I hope I didn't send Craig away. You and he would rather not talk. Perhaps that is better. I seem to want to — gather up things that will keep Bernice. It's so easy for the dead to slip from us. But I mustn't bother you. BERNICE 223 Margaret Oh, you aren't! I — I'm sorry I'm not — doing more. I'm pulled down. Father I know, Margaret. I can see that. Another time you and I will talk of Bernice. I didn't mean she didn't love Craig. Of course not. Only [Hesitat- ingly] I did feel that much as went into her loving — there was more than went into her loving. Margaret Yes. Father I think it wasn't that she — wanted it that way. You know, Margaret, I felt something — very witsful in Bernice. [Margaret looks at him, nods.] In this calm now — I feel the wistfulness there was in her other calm. Margaret Yes. Father As if she wanted to give us more. Oh — she gave more than any one else could have given. But not all she was. And she would like to have given us — all she was. She wanted to give — what couldn't be given. [Pause.] You know what I mean, Margaret ? Margaret Yes, I do know. Father And so — wistfulness. I see it now. [After think- ing.] I think Bernice feared she was not a very good 224 BERNICE wife for Craig. [Margaret gives him^ a startled look.] Little things she'd say. I don't know — per- haps I'm wrong. [After a move of Margaret's.] You were going to say something, Margaret. Margaret No. I was just thinking of what you said. Father Craig didn't dominate Bernice. I don't know whose fault it was. I don't know that it was anyone's fault. Just the way things were. He — I say it in all kind- ness, he just didn't — have it in him. [Slowly.] As I haven't had certain things in me. [Abbie comes in. Abbie People are coming. The Aldrichs — other neigh- bors. Father Oh — they are coming? [With pain.] Already? Oh. They are to wait in the south room — till a little later. I'll speak to them. [They go out; Margaret has a moment alone. Then Craig comes in from outside. Craig People are beginning to come. I suppose they'll come in here soon. I — I don't want them to. [Laura enters with boxes of flowers. Oh — Laura, please. Bernice loved flowers. Well — Craig. BERNICE 225 Laura Craig Would you take them around the other way? Or keep them till later — or something. I don't want them here ! [Laura goes out. Craig I don't want things to be different. Not now — in the last hour. It's still Bernice's house. [After watching her a moment.'] Margaret, I'm afraid I shouldn't have told you. It's doing too much to you. Surely — no matter what you feel about me — this — what I told you — isn't going to keep you away from Bernice ? Margaret No, Craig. What you told me — isn't going to do that. Craig I shouldn't have told you. But there are things — too much to be alone with. And yet — we are alone with them. [He is seated, looking out toward the woods. Very slowly — with deep feeling.'] It is a different world. Life will never be — that old thing again. Margaret [Rising.] Craig! [He looks at her.] Craig, I must tell you — [She does not go on. Craig [After waiting an instant, looks away.] I know. 226 BERNICE We can't say things. When we get right to life — we can't say things. Margaret But I must say them. I have to tell you — life need not be a different thing. Craig Need not? You think I want that old thing back? Pretending. Fumbling. Always trying to seem some- thing — to feel myself something. No. That's a strange thing for you to say, Margaret — that I can go back to my" make-believe, now that I've got to life. This — [As if he cannot speak of it] this — even more than it makes me want to die it makes me want to — Oh, Margaret, if I could have Bernice now — knowing. And yet — I never had her until now. This — has given Bernice to me. Margaret [As if his words are a light she is almost afraid to use.] This — has given Bernice to you? Craig ~ I was thinking — walking out there I was thinking, if I knew only — what I knew when I came here — that Bernice was dead — I wonder if I could have got past that failure. Margaret Failure, Craig? Craig Of never having had her. That she had lived, BERNICE 227 and loved me — loved me, you see — lived and loved me and died without my ever having had her. What would there have been to go on living for? Why should such a person go on living? Now — of course it is another world. This comes crashing through my make-believe — and Bernice's world get to me. Don't you see, Margaret? Margaret Perhaps — I do. [She looks at the closed door; looks back to him. Waits.] O-h. [Waits again, and it grows in her.] Perhaps I do. [Turns and very slowly goes to the closed door, opens it, goes in. At the other side of the room Abbie comes in with a floral piece. Craig No, Abbie. I just told my sister — I don't want this room to be different. [Looking around.] It is different. What have you done to it? [He sees the pillow crowded in at the side of the fireplace. Restores it to its place in the window. Abbie And this was here. [She returns the vase to its place. Craig Of course it was. But it isn't right yet. [After considering.] Why — the tea table! [Abbie turns toward the kitchen.] What did you put it out there for? I remember now — I stumbled against it last 228 BERNICE night. [They bring it in.] Why, yes, Abbie, the tea- table was always here — before the fire. And Abbie [She hesitates, but Craig follows her eyes to the chair. Craig Yes. [He too hesitates; then gives the chair its old place before the table, as if awaiting the one who wilt come and pour tea. A moment they stand looking at it. Then Craig looks around the room.] And what is it is still wrong, Abbie? Abbie In the fall there were always branches in that vase. [Indicating the one she has returned to its place.] The red and yellow branches from outside. Yes. Craig [He goes out. With feeling which she cannot quite control Abbie does a few little things at the tea-table, re- lating one thing to another until it is as it used to be. Margaret comes out from the room where she has been with Bernice, leaving the door wide open behind her. With the quiet of profound wonder; in a feeling that creates the great still- ness, she goes to Abbie. BERNICE 229 Margaret Oh — Abbie. Yes — I know now. I want you to know. Only — there are things not for words. Feeling — not for words. As a throbbing thing that flies and sings — not for the hand. [She starts to close her hand, uncloses it.] But, Abbie — there is nothing to hide. There is no shameful thing. What you saw in her eyes as she brooded over life in leav- ing it — what made you afraid — was her seeing — her seeing into the shadowed places of the life she was leaving. And then — a gift to the spirit. A gift sent back through the dark. Preposterous. Pro- found. Oh — love her Abbie! She's worth more love than we have power to give! [Craig has come back with some branches from the trees; he stands outside the door a moment, taking out a few he does not want. Margaret hears him and turns. Then turns back.] Power. Oh, how strange. [Craig comes in, and Margaret and Abbie watch him as he puts the bright leaves in the vase. The Father comes in. Father The man who is in charge says we will have to be ready now to — [Seeing what has been done to the room.] Oh, you have given the room back to Bernice! Margaret Given everything back to Bernice. Bernice. In- sight. The tenderness of insight. And the courage. [To the Father, and suddenly with tears in her voice.] She was wistful. And held out her hands [Doing 230 BERNICE this] with gifts she was not afraid to send back. [Very simply.] She loved you, Craig. Craig I know that, Margaret. I know now how much. Margaret [Low.] And more than that. [Her voice electric] Oh, in all the world — since first life moved — has there been any beauty like the beauty of perceiving love? . . . No. Not for words. [She closes her hand, uncloses it in a slight gesture of freeing what she would not harm. Curtain SUPPRESSED DESIRES A COMEDY IN TWO SCENES (In Collaboration with George Cram Cook) First Performed by the Provincetown Players, at the Wharf Theatre, Provincetown, Mass., August, 1 9 14 ORIGINAL CAST Henrietta Brewster .... Susan Glaspell Stephen Brewster .... George Cram Cook Mabel . .- . . Mary Pyne SUPPRESSED DESIRES Scene I : A studio apartment in an upper story, Washington Square South. Through an immense north window in the back wall appear tree tops and the upper part of the Washington Arch. Beyond it you look up Fifth Avenue. Near the window is a big table, loaded at one end zvith serious-looking books and austere scientific periodicals. At the other end are architect's drawings, blue prints, dividing com- passes, square, ruler, etc. At the left is a door leading to the jest of the apartment; at the right the outer door. ' A breakfast table is set for three, but only two are seated at it — Henrietta and Stephen Brewster. As the curtains withdraw Steve pushes back his coffee cup and sits dejected. Henrietta It isn't the coffee, Steve dear. There's nothing the matter with the coffee. There's something the matter with you. Steve [Doggedly.] There may be something the matter with my stomach. Henrietta [Scornfully.] Your stomach! The trouble is not with your stomach but in your subconscious mind. Steve Subconscious piffle ! [Takes morning paper and tries to read. 233 234 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Henrietta Steve, you never used to be so disagreeable. You certainly have got some sort of a complex. You're all inhibited. You're no longer open to new ideas. You won't listen to a word about psychoanalysis. Steve A word ! I've listened to volumes ! Henrietta You've ceased to be creative in architecture — your work isn't going well. You're not sleeping well — Steve How can I sleep, Henrietta, when you're always waking me up to find out what I'm dreaming? Henrietta But dreams are so important, Steve. If you'd tell yours to Dr. Russell he'd find out exactly what's wrong with you. Steve There's nothing wrong with me. Henrietta You don't even talk as well as you used to. Steve Talk? I can't say a thing without you looking at me in that dark fashion you have when you're on the trail of a complex. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 235 Henrietta This very irritability indicates that you're suffering from some suppressed desire. Steve I'm suffering from a suppressed desire for a little peace. Henrietta Dr. Russell is doing simply wonderful things with nervous cases. Won't you go to him, Steve? Steve [Slamming down his newspaper.] No, Henrietta, I won't! Henrietta But, Stephen — ! Steve Tst! I hear Mabel coming. Let's not be at each other's throats the first day of her visit. [He takes out cigarettes. Mabel comes in from door left, the side opposite Steve, so that he is facing her. She is wearing a rather fussy negligee in contrast to Henrietta, who wears " radical " clothes. Mabel is what is called plump. Mabel Good morning. Henrietta Oh, here you are, little sister. 236 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Steve Good morning, Mabel. [Mabel nods to him and turns, her face lighting up, to Henrietta. Henrietta [Giving Mabel a hug as she leans against her.] It's so good to have you here. I was going to let you sleep, thinking you'd be tired after the long trip. Sit down. There'll be fresh toast in a minute and [Rising] will you have — Mabel Oh, I ought to have told you, Henrietta. Don't get anything for me. I'm not eating breakfast. Henrietta [At first in mere surprise.] Not eating breakfast? [She sits down, then leans toward Mabel who is seated now, and scrutinizes her. Steve [Half to himself.] The psychoanalytical look! Henrietta Mabel, why are you not eating breakfast? Mabel [A little startled.] Why, no particular reason. I just don't care much for breakfast, and they say it keeps down — [A hand on her hip — the gesture of one SUPPRESSED DESIRES 237 who is "reducing"] that is, it's a good thing to go without it. Henrietta Don't you sleep well ? Did you sleep well last night ? Mabel Oh, yes, I slept all right. Yes, I slept fine last night, only [Laughing] I did have the funniest dream ! Steve S-h! S-t! Henrietta [Moving closer.] And what did you dream, Mabel? Steve Look-a-here, Mabel, I feel it's my duty to put you on. Don't tell Henrietta your dreams. If you do she'll find out that you have an underground desire to kill your father and marry your mother — Henrietta Don't be absurd, Stephen Brewster. [Sweetly to Mabel.] What was your dream, dear? Mabel [Laughing.] Well, I dreamed I was a hen. Henrietta A hen? Mabel Yes; and I was pushing along through a crowd as fast as I could, but being a hen I couldn't walk very 238 SUPPRESSED DESIRES fast — it was like having a tight skirt, you know ; and there was some sort of creature in a blue cap — you know how mixed up dreams are — and it kept shouting after me, " Step, Hen ! Step, Hen ! " until I got all excited and just couldn't move at all. Henrietta [Resting chin in palm and peering.] You say you became much excited? Mabel [Laughing.] Oh, yes; I was in a terrible state. Henrietta [Leaning back, murmurs.] This is significant. Steve She dreams she's a hen. She is told to step lively. She becomes violently agitated. What can it mean ? Henrietta [Turning impatiently from him.] Mabel, do you know anything about psychoanalysis? Mabel [Feebly.] Oh — not much. No — I — [Brighten- ing.] It's something about the war, isn't it? Steve Not that kind of war. Mabel [Abashed.] I thought it might be the name of a new explosive. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 239 Steve It is. Mabel [Apologetically to Henrietta, who is frowning.] You see, Henrietta, I — we do not live in touch with intellectual things, as you do. Bob being a dentist — somehow our friends — . Steve [Softly.] Oh, to be a dentist! [Goes to window and stands looking out. Henrietta Don't you see anything more of that editorial writer — what was his name? Mabel Lyman Eggleston? Henrietta Yes, Eggleston. He was in touch with things. Don't you see him? Mabel Yes, I see him once in a while. Bob doesn't like him very well. Henrietta Your husband does not like Lyman Eggleston? [Mysteriously.] Mabel, are you perfectly happy with your husband? Steve [Sharply.] Oh, come now, Henrietta — that's going a little strong! 240 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Henrietta Are you perfectly happy with him, Mabel ? [Steve goes to work-table. Mabel Why — yes — I guess so. Why — of course I am ! Henrietta Are you happy? Or do you only think you are? Or do you only think you ought to be? Mabel Why, Henrietta, I don't know what you mean! Steve [Seizes stack of books and magazines and dumps them on the breakfast table.] This is what she means, Mabel. Psychoanalysis. My work-table groans with it. Books by Freud, the new Messiah ; books by Jung, the new St. Paul ; the Psychoanalytical Review — back numbers two-fifty per. Mabel ' But what's it all about? Steve All about your sub-un-non-conscious mind and de- sires you know not of. They may be doing you a great deal of harm. You may go crazy with them. Oh, yes ! People are doing it right and left. Your dream- ing you're a hen — [Shakes his head darkly. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 241 Henrietta Any fool can ridicule anything. Mabel [Hastily, to avert a quarrel.] But what do you say it is, Henrietta? Steve [Looking at his watch.] Oh, if Henrietta's going to start that! [During Henrietta's next speech settles himself at work-table and sharpens a lead pencil. Henrietta It's like this, Mabel. You want something. You think you can't have it. You think it's wrong. So you try to think you don't want it. Your mind pro- tects you — avoids pain — by refusing to think the forbidden thing. But it's there just the same. It stays there shut up in your unconscious mind, and it festers. Steve Sort of an ingrowing mental toenail. Henrietta #- Precisely. The forbidden impulse is there full of energy which has simply got to do something. It breaks into your consciousness in disguise, masks itself in dreams, makes all sorts of trouble. In extreme cases it drives you insane. 242 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Mabel [With a gesture of horror.] Oh! Henrietta [Reassuring.] But psychoanalysis has found out how to save us from that. It brings into conscious- ness the suppressed desire that was making all the trouble. Psychoanalysis is simply the latest scientific method of preventing and curing insanity. Steve [From his table.] It is also the latest scientific method of separating families. Henrietta [Mildly.] Families that ought to be separated. Steve The Dwights, for instance. You must have met them, Mabel, when you were here before. Helen was living, apparently, in peace and happiness with good old Joe. Well — she went to this psychoanalyzer — she was " psyched," and biff ! — bang ! — home she comes with an unsuppressed desire to leave her hus- band. [He starts work, drawing lines on a drawing board with a T-square. Mabel How terrible! Yes, I remember Helen Dwight. But — but did she have such a desire ? Steve First she'd known of it. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 243 Mabel And she left him ? Henrietta [Coolly.'] Yes, she did. Mabel Wasn't he kind to her? Henrietta Why yes, good enough. Mabel Wasn't he kind to her. " Henrietta Oh, yes — kind to her. Mabel And she left her good kind husband — ! Henrietta . Oh, Mabel! "Left her good, kind husband!" How naive — forgive me, dear, but how bourgeoise you are! She came to know herself. And she had the courage! Mabel I may be very naive and — bourgeoise — but I don't see the good of a new science that breaks up homes. [Steve applauds. Steve In enlightening Mabel, we mustn't neglect to men- 244 SUPPRESSED DESIRES tion the case of Art Holden's private secretary, Mary Snow, who has just been informed of her suppressed desire for her employer. Mabel Why, I think it is terrible, Henrietta! It would be better if we didn't know such things about our- selves. Henrietta No, Mabel, that is the old way. Mabel But — but her employer? Is he married? Steve [Grunts.] Wife and four children. Mabel Well, then, what good does it do the girl to be told she has a desire for him? There's nothing can be done about it. Henrietta Old institutions will have to be reshaped so that something can be done in such cases. It happens, Mabel, that this suppressed desire was on the point of landing Mary Snow in the insane asylum. Are you so tight-minded that you'd rather have her in the insane asylum than break the conventions? Mabel But — but have people always had these aw'ful sup- pressed desires? SUPPRESSED DESIRES 245 Henrietta Always. Steve But they've just been discovered, Henrietta The harm they do has just been discovered. And free, sane people must face the fact that they have to be dealt with. Mabel [Stoutly.] I don't believe they have them in Chi- cago. Henrietta [Business of giving Mabel up.] People " have them " wherever the living Libido — the center of the soul's energy — is in conflict with petrified moral codes. That means everywhere in civilization. Psychoanal- ysis — Steve Good God! I've got the roof in the cellar! Henrietta The roof in the cellar ! Steve [Holding plan at arm's length.] That's what psy- choanalysis does! Henrietta That's what psychoanalysis could un-do. Is it any wonder I'm concerned about Steve? He dreamed the other night that the walls of his room melted away 246 SUPPRESSED DESIRES and he found himself alone in a forest. Don't you see how significant it is for an architect to have walls slip away from him ? It symbolizes his loss of grip in his work. There's some suppressed desire — Steve [Hurling his ruined plan viciously to the floor.] Suppressed hell ! Henrietta You speak more truly than you know. It is through suppressions that hells are formed in us. Mabel [Looking at Steve, who is tearing his hair.] Don't you think it would be a good thing, Henrietta, if we went somewhere else? [They rise and begin to pick up the dishes. Mabel drops a plate which breaks. Henrietta draws up short and looks at her — the psychoanalytic look.] I'm sorry, Henrietta. One of the Spode plates, too. [Surprised and resentful as Henrietta continues to peer at her.] Don't take it so to heart, Henrietta. Henrietta I can't help taking it to heart. Mabel I'll get you another. [Pause. More sharply as Henrietta does not answer.] I said I'll get you an- other plate, Henrietta. Henrietta It's not the plate. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 247 Mabel For heaven's sake, what is it then? Henrietta It's the significant little false movement that made you drop it. Mabel Well, I suppose everyone makes a false movement once in a while. Henrietta Yes, Mabel, but these false movements all mean something. Mabel [About to cry.] I don't think that's very nice! It was just because I happened to think of that Mabel Snow you were talking about — Henrietta Mabel Snow! Mabel Snow — Snow — well, what was her name, then ? Henrietta Her name is Mary. You substituted your own name for hers. Mabel Well, Mary Snow, then; Mary Snow. I never heard her name but once. I don't see anything to make such a fuss about. 248 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Henrietta [Gently.] Mabel dear — mistakes like that in names — Mabel [Desperately.] They don't mean something, too, do they? Henrietta [Gently.] I am sorry, dear, but they do. Mabel But I'm always doing that! Henrietta [After a start of horror.] My poor little sister, tell me about it. Mabel About what? Henrietta About your not being happy. About your longing for another sort of life. Mabel But I don't. Henrietta Ah, I understand these things, dear. You feel Bob is limiting you to a life in which you do not feel free — Mabel Henrietta ! When did I ever say such a thing ? Henrietta You said you are not in touch with things intellect- ual. You showed your feeling that it is Bob's pro- SUPPRESSED DESIRES 249 f ession — that has engendered a resentment which has colored your whole life with him. Mabel Why — Henrietta ! Henrietta Don't be afraid of me, little sister. There's nothing" can shock me or turn me from you. I am not like that. I wanted you to come for this visit because I had a feeling that you needed more from life than you were getting. No one of these things I have seen would excite my suspicion. It's the combination. You don't eat breakfast [Enumerating on her fingers] ; you make false moves ; you substitute your own name for the name of another whose love is misdirected. You're nervous ; you look queer ; in your eyes there's a fright- ened look that is. most unlike you. And this dream. A hen. Come with me this afternoon to Dr. Russell ! Your whole life may be at stake, Mabel. Mabel [Gasping.] Henrietta, I — you — you always were the smartest in the family, and all that, but- — this is terrible ! I don't think we ought to think such things. [Brightening.] Why, I'll tell you why I dreamed I was a hen. It was because last night, telling about that time in Chicago, you said I was as mad as a wet hen. Henrietta [Superior.] Did you dream you were a wet hen? Mabel [Forced to admit it.] No. 250 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Henrietta No. You dreamed you were a dry hen. And why, being a hen, were you urged to step ? Mabel Maybe it's because when I am getting on a street car it always irritates me to have them call " Step lively." Henrietta No, Mabel, that is only a child's view of it — if you will forgive me. You see merely the elements used in the dream. You do not see into the dream; you do not see its meaning. This dream of the hen — Steve Hen — hen — wet hen — dry hen — mad hen! [Jumps up in a rage.] Let me out of this! Henrietta [Hastily picking up dishes, speaks soothingly.] Just a minute, dear, and we'll have things so you can work in quiet. Mabel and I are going to sit in my room. [She goes out left, carrying dishes. Steve [Seising hat and coat from an alcove near the out- side door.] I'm going to be psychoanalyzed. I'm going now! I'm going straight to that infallible doc- tor of hers — that priest of this new religion. If he's got honesty enough to tell Henrietta there's nothing the matter with my unconscious mind, perhaps I can be let alone about it, and then I will be all right. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 251 [From the door in a low voice.] Don't tell Henrietta I'm going. It might take weeks, and I couldn't stand all the talk. [He hurries out. Henrietta [Returning.] Where's Steve? Gone? [With a hopeless gesture.] You see how impatient he is — how unlike himself ! I tell you, Mabel, I'm nearly distracted about Steve. Mabel I think he's a little distracted, too. Henrietta Well, if he's gone — you might as well stay here. I have a committee meeting at the book-shop, and will have to leave you to yourself for an hour or two. [As she puts her hat on, taking it from the alcove where Steve found his, her eye, lighting up almost carnivorously, falls on an enormous volume on the ■floor beside the work table. The book has been half hidden by the wastebasket. She picks it up and carries it around the table toward Mabel.] Here, dear, is one of the simplest statements of psychoanalysis. You just read this and then we can talk more intelligently. [Mabel takes volume and staggers back under its weight to chair rear center, Henrietta goes to outer door, stops and asks abruptly.] How old is Lyman Eggleston ? Mabel [Promptly.] He isn't forty yet. Why, what made you ask that, Henrietta? 252 SUPPRESSED DESIRES [As she turns her head to look at Hen- rietta her hands move toward the upper corners of the book balanced on her knees. Henrietta Oh, nothing. Au revoir. [She goes out. Mabel stares at the ceiling. The book slides to the floor. She starts; looks at the book, then at the broken plate on the table.] The plate! The book! [She lifts her eyes, leans forward elbow on knee, chin on knuckles and plain- tively queries] Am I unhappy? (Curtain) Scene II: Two weeks later. The stage is as in Scene I, except that the breakfast table has been re- moved. During the first few minutes the dusk of a winter afternoon deepens. Out of the darkness spring rows of double street-lights almost meeting in the dis- tance. Henrietta is at the psychoanalytical end of Steve's work-table, surrounded by open books and periodicals, writing. Steve enters briskly. Steve What are you doing, my dear? Henrietta My paper for the Liberal Club. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 253 Steve Your paper on — ? Henrietta On a subject which does not have your sympathy. Steve Oh, I'm not sure I'm wholly out of sympathy with psychoanalysis, Henrietta. You worked it so hard. I couldn't even take a bath without it's meaning some- thing. Henrietta [Loftily.] I talked it because I knew you needed it. Steve You haven't said much about it these last two weeks. Uh — your faith in it hasn't weakened any? Henrietta Weakened? It's grown stronger with each new thing I've come to know. And Mabel. She is with Dr. Russell now. Dr. Russell is wonderful I From what Mabel tells me I believe his analysis is going to prove that I was right. Today I discovered a remark- able confirmation of my theory in the hen-dream. Steve What is your theory? Henrietta Well, you know about Lyman Eggleston. I've won- dered about him. I've never seen him, but I know 254 SUPPRESSED DESIRES he's less bourgeois than Mabel's other friends — more intellectual : — and [Significantly] she doesn't see much of him because Bob doesn't like him. Steve But what's the confirmation? Henrietta Today I noticed the first syllable of his name. Steve Ly? Henrietta No — egg. Steve Egg? Henrietta [Patiently.] Mabel dreamed she was a hen. [Steve laughs.] You wouldn't laugh if you knew how important names are in interpreting dreams. Freud is full of just such cases in which a whole hidden complex is revealed by a single significant syllable — like this egg. Steve Doesn't the traditional relation of hen and egg sug- gest rather a maternal feeling? Henrietta There is something maternal In Mabel's love, of course, but that's only one element. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 255 Steve Well, suppose Mabel hasn't a suppressed desire to be this gentleman's mother, but his beloved. What's to be done about it? What about Bob? Don't you think it's going to be a little rough on him? Henrietta That can't be helped. Bob, like everyone else, must face the facts of life. If Dr. Russell should arrive independently at this same interpretation I shall not hesitate to advise Mabel to leave her present husband. Steve Um — hum! [The lights go up on Fifth Avenue. Steve goes to the window and looks out.] How long is it we've lived here, Henrietta? Steve Why, this is the third year, Steve. Steve I — we — one would miss this view if one went away, wouldn't one? Henrietta How strangely you speak! Oh, Stephen, I wish you'd go to Dr. Russell. Don't think my fears have abated because I've been able to restrain myself. I had to on account of Mabel. But now, dear — won't you go? Steve I — [He breaks off, turns on the light, then comes 256 SUPPRESSED DESIRES and sits beside Henrietta.] How long have we been married, Henrietta? Henrietta Stephen, I don't understand you! You must go to Dr. Russell. Steve I have gone. Henrietta You — what? Steve [Jauntily.] Yes, Henrietta, I've been psyched. Henrietta You went to Dr. Russell? Steve The same. Henrietta And what did he say? Steve He said — I — I was a little surprised by what he said, Henrietta. Henrietta [Breathlessly.] Of course — one can so seldom anticipate. But tell me — your dream, Stephen ? It means—? Steve It means — I was considerably surprised by what it means. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 257 Henrietta Don't be so exasperating! Steve It means- — you really want to know, Henrietta? Henrietta Stephen, you'll drive me .mad ! Steve He said — of course he may be wrong in what he said. Henrietta He isn't wrong. Tell me ! Steve He said my dream of the walls receding and leaving me alone in a forest indicates a suppressed desire — Henrietta Yes — yes ! Steve t To be freed from — Henrietta Yes — > freed from — ? Steve Marriage. Henrietta [Crumples. Stares.] Marriage! 258 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Steve He — he may be mistaken, you know. Henrietta May be mistaken? Steve I — well, of course, I hadn't taken any stock in it myself. It was only your great confidence — Henrietta Stephen, are you telling me that Dr. Russell — Dr. A. E. Russell — told you this? [Steve nods.] Told you you have a suppressed desire to separate from me? Steve That's what he said. Henrietta Did he know who you were ? Steve Yes. Henrietta That you were married to me ? Steve Yes, he knew that. Henrietta And he told you to leave me? SUPPRESSED DESIRES 259 Steve It seems he must be wrong, Henrietta. Henrietta [Rising.] And I've sent him more patients — ! [Catches herself and resumes coldly.] What reason did he give for this analysis? Steve He says the confining wals are a symbol of my feeling about marriage and that their fading away is a wish- fulfillment. Henrietta [Gulping.] Well, is it ? Do you want our marriage to end? Steve It was a great surprise to me that I did. You see I hadn't known what was in my unconscious mind. Henrietta [Flaming.] What did you tell Dr. Russell about me to make him think you weren't happy ? Steve I never told him a thing, Henrietta. He got it all from his confounded clever inferences. I — I tried to refute them, but he said that was only part of my self -protective lying. Henrietta And that's why you were so — happy • — when you came in just now! 260 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Steve Why, Henrietta, how can you say such a thing? I was sad. Didn't I speak sadly of — of the view? Didn't I ask how long we had been married? Henrietta [Rising.] Stephen Brewster, have you no sense of the seriousness of this? Dr. Russell doesn't know what our marriage has been. You do. You should have laughed him down! Confined — in life with me? Did you tell him that I believe in freedom? Steve I very emphatically told him that his results were a great surprise to me. Henrietta But you accepted them. Steve Oh, not at all. I "merely couldn't refute his argu- ments. I'm not a psychologist. I came home to talk it over with you. You being a disciple of psycho- analysis — Henrietta If you are going, I wish you would go tonight! Steve Oh, my dear! I — surely I couldn't do that! Think of my feelings. And my laundry hasn't come home. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 261 Henrietta I ask you to go tonight. Some women would falter at this, Steve, but I am not such a woman. I leave you free. I do not repudiate psychoanalysis; I say again that it has done great things. It has also made mistakes, of course. But since you accept this analysis — [She sits down and pretends to begin work.] I have to finish this paper. I wish you would leave me. Steve [Scratches his head, goes to the inner door.] I'm sorry, Henrietta, about my unconscious mind. [Alone, Henrietta's face betrays her outraged state of mind — ■ discon- certed, resentful, trying to pull her- self together. She attains an air of bravely bearing an outrageous thing. — The outer door opens and Mabel enters in great excitement. Mabel [Breathless.] Henrietta, I'm so glad you're here. And alone? [Looks toward the inner door.] Are you alone, Henrietta ? Henrietta [With reproving dignity.] Very much so. Mabel [Rushing to her.] Henrietta, he's found it! Henrietta [Aloof.] Who has found what? 262 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Mabel • Who has found what? Dr. Russell has found my suppressed desire ! Henrietta That is interesting. Mabel He finished with me today — he got hold of my complex — in the most amazing way ! But, oh, Hen- rietta — it is so terrible! Henrietta Do calm yourself, Mabel. Surely there's no occa- sion for all this agitation. Mabel But there is ! And when you think of the lives that are affected — the readjustments that must be made in order to bring the suppressed hell out of me and save me from the insane asylum — ! Henrietta The insane asylum! Mabel You said that's where these complexes brought peo- ple! Henrietta What did the doctor tell you, Mabel ? Mabel Oh, I don't know how I can tell you — it is so awful — so unbelievable. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 263 Henrietta I rather have my hand in at hearing the unbelievable. Mabel Henrietta, who would ever have thought it? How can it be true ? But the doctor is perfectly certain that I have a suppressed desire for- — [Looks at Henrietta, is unable to con- tinue. Henrietta Oh, go on, Mabel. I'm not unprepared for what you have to say. Mabel Not unprepared ? You mean you have suspected it ? Henrietta From the first. It's been my theory all along. Mabel But, Henrietta, I didn't know myself that I had this secret desire for Stephen. Henrietta [Jumps up.] Stephen! Mabel My brother-in-law! My own sister's husband! Henrietta You have a suppressed desire for Stephen! 264 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Mabel Oh, Henrietta, aren't these unconscious selves ter- rible? They seem so unlike us! Henrietta What insane thing are you driving at? Mabel [Blubbering.] Henrietta, don't you use that word to me. I don't want to go to the insane asylum. Henrietta What did Dr, Russell say? Mabel Well, you see — oh, it's the strangest thing! But you know the voice in my dream that called " Step, Hen ! " Dr. Russell found out today that when I was a little girl I had a story-book in words of one syllable and I read the name Stephen wrong. I used to read it S-t e p, step, h-e-n, hen. [Dramatically.] Step Hen is Stephen. [Enter Stephen, his head bent over a time-table.] Stephen is Step Hen! Steve I? Step Hen?~ Mabel [Triumphantly.] S-t-e-p, step, H-e-n, hen, Stephen ! Henrietta [Exploding.] Well, what if Stephen is Step Hen? [Scornfully.] Step Hen! Step Hen! For that ri- diculous coincidence — SUPPRESSED DESIRES 265 Mabel Coincidence! But it's childish to look at the mere elements of a dream. You have to look into it — you have to see what it means! Henrietta On account of that trivial, meaningless play on syllables — on that flimsy basis — you are ready — [Wails.] O-h! Steve What on earth's the matter? What has happened? Suppose I am Step Hen? What about it? What does it mean ? Mabel [Crying.] It means — that I — have a suppressed desire for you! Steve For me! The deuce you have! [Feebly.] What — er — makes you think so ? Mabel Dr. Russell has worked it out scientifically. Henrietta Yes. Through the amazing discovery that Step Hen equals Stephen! Mabel [Tearfully.] Oh, that isn't all — that isn't near all. Henrietta won't give me a chance to tell it. She'd rather I'd go to the insane asylum than be unconven- tional. 266 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Henrietta We'll all go there if you can't control yourself. We are still waiting for some rational report. Mabel [Drying her eyes.] Oh, there's such a lot about names. [With some pride.] I don't see how I ever did it. It all works in together. I dreamed I was a hen because that's the first syllable of Hen-rietta's name, and when I dreamed I was a hen, I was putting myself in Henrietta's place. With Stephen? With Stephen. Henrietta Mabel Henrietta [Outraged.] Oh! [Turns in rage upon Stephen, who is fanning himself with the time-table.] What are you doing with that time-table? Steve Why — I thought — you were so keen to have me go tonight' — I thought I'd just take a run up to Canada, and join Billy — a little shooting — but — Mabel But there's more about the names. Henrietta Mabel, have you thought of Bob — dear old Bob — your good, kind husband ? SUPPRESSED DESIRES 267 Mabel Oh, Henrietta, " my good, kind husband ! " Henrietta Think of him, Mabel, out there alone in Chicago, working his head off, fixing people's teeth — for you ! Mabel Yes, but think of the living Libido — in conflict with petrified moral codes ! And think of the perfectly wonderful way the names all prove it. Dr. Russell said he's never seen anything more convincing. Just look at Stephen's last name — 'Brewster. I dream I'm a hen, and the name Brewster — you have to say its first letter by itself — and then the hen, that's me, she says to him : " Stephen, Be Rooster ! " [Henrietta and Stephen collapse into the nearest chairs. Mabel I think it's perfectly wonderful ! Why, if it wasn't for psychoanalysis you'd never find out how wonderful your own mind is! Steve [Begins to chuckle.] Be Rooster! Stephen, Be Rooster ! Henrietta You think it's funny, do you? Steve Well, what's to be done about it? Does Mabel have to go away with me? 268 SUPPRESSED DESIRES Henrietta Do you want Mabel to go away with you? Steve Well, but Mabel herself — her complex — her sup- pressed desire — ! Henrietta [Going to her.] Mabel, are you going to insist on going away with Stephen? Mabel I'd rather go with Stephen than go to the insane asylum ! Henrietta For heaven's sake, Mabel, drop that insane asylum ! If you did have a suppressed desire for Stephen hidden away in you — God knows it isn't hidden now. Dr. Russell has brought it into your consciousness — with a vengeance. That's all that's necessary to break up a complex. Psychoanalysis doesn't say you have to gratify every suppressed desire. Steve [Softly.] Unless it's for Lyman Eggleston. Henrietta [Turning on him.] Well, if it comes to that, Ste- phen Brewster, I'd like to know why ftiat interpreta- tion of mine isn't as good as this one? Step, Hen! Steve But Be Rooster ! [He pauses, chuckling to himself.] SUPPRESSED DESIRES 269 Step-Hen B-rooster. And Henrietta. Pshaw, my dear, Doc Russell's got you beat a mile ! [He turns away and chuckles.] Be rooster! Mabel What has Lyman Eggleston got to do with it? Steve According to Henrietta, you, the hen, have a sup- pressed desire for Eggleston, the egg. Mabel Henrietta, I think that's indecent of you! He is bald as an egg and little and fat — the idea of you thinking such a thing of me I Henrietta Well, Bob isn't little and bald and fat ! Why don't you stick to your own husband? [To Stephen.] What if Dr. Russell's interpretation has got mine " beat a mile"? [Resentful look at him.] It would only mean that Mabel doesn't want Eggleston and does want you. Does that mean she has to have you? Mabel But you said Mabel Snow — Henrietta Mary Snow! You're not as much like her as you think — substituting your name for hers! The cases are entirely different. Oh, I wouldn't have believed this of you, Mabel. [Beginning to cry.] I brought 270 SUPPRESSED DESIRES you here for a pleasant visit — thought you needed brightening up — wanted to be nice to you — and now you — my husband — you insist — [In fumbling her way to her chair she brushes to the floor some sheets from the psychoanalytical table. Steve [With solicitude,'] Careful, dear. Your paper on psychoanalysis ! [Gathers up sheets and offers them to her. Henrietta I don't want my paper on psychoanalysis ! I'm sick of psychoanalysis ! Steve [Eagerly.] Do you mean that, Henrietta? Henrietta Why shouldn't I mean it? Look at all I've done for psychoanalysis — and — [Raising a tear-stained face] what has psychoanalysis done for me? Steve Do you mean, Henrietta, that you're going to stop talking psychoanalysis ? Henrietta Why shouldn't I stop talking it? Haven't I seen what it does to people ? Mabel has gone crazy about psychoanalysis ! [At the word " crazy " with a moan Mabel sinks to chair and buries her face in her hands. SUPPRESSED DESIRES 271 Steve [Solemnly.] Do you swear never to wake me up in the night to find out what I'm dreaming? Henrietta Dream wjiat you please — I don't care what you're dreaming. Steve Will you clear off my work-table so the Journal of Morbid Psychology doesn't stare me in the face when I'm trying to plan a house? Henrietta [Pushing a stack of periodicals off the table.] I'll bum the Journal of Morbid Psychology! Steve My dear Henrietta, if you're going to separate from psychoanalysis, there's no reason why I should separate from you. [They embrace ardently. Mabel lifts her head and looks at them woefully. Mabel [Jumping up and going toward them.] But what about me? What am I to do with my suppressed desire ? Steve [ With one arm still around Henrietta, gives Mabel a brotherly hug.] Mabel, you just keep right on sup- pressing it ! (Curtain) TICKLESS TIME A COMEDY IN ONE ACT (In Collaboration with George Cram Cook) First performed by the Provincetown Players, New York, December 20, 1918 ORIGINAL CAST Ian Joyce, Who Has Made a Sun-dial James Light Eloise Joyce, Wedded to the Sun-dial Norma Millay Mrs. Stubbs, a Native . . \ . . . Jean Robb Eddy Knight, a Standardised Mind . ■. . . . » * . . HIjtchinson Collins Alice Knight, a Standardised Wife Alice MacDougal Annie, Who Cooks by the Joyces' Clock Edna St. Vincent Millay TICKLESS TIME Scene: A garden in Provincetown. On the spec- tator's right a two-story house runs back from the proscenium — a door towards the front, a second- story window towards the back. Across the back runs a thick-set row of sunflowers nearly concealing a fence or wall. Back of this are trees and sky. There is a gate at the left rear corner of the garden. People entering it come straight tozuard the front, down the left side and, to reach the house 1 door, pass across the front of the stage. A fence with sun- flowers like that at the back closes off the left wing of the stage — a tree behind this left fence. The sun-dial stands on a broad step or pedestal which partly masks the digging which takes place behind it. The position of the sun-dial is to the left of the center of the stage midway be- tween front and back. From behind the tree on the left the late afternoon sun throws a well-defined beam of light upon the horizontal plate of the sun-dial and upon the shaft which supports it. On this 275 JAN y FEB $• ' 1 MAR s V APR t MAY JUN \ V JUt t r\ AUG < y SEP V OCT-3 vy NOVtfl DEC HI