% ' .^'\ « % -^ .•>.■ 'oK .\:^'>»:.->- BEATRICE EDEN Beatrice Eden (^ Tlay In Three ^cts) By PAUL MAYO THE STRATFORD COMPANY T'ub/ishers Boston, Massachusetts i^'> '^^" <^.^ V^^ ^^-p^ Copyright, 1921 The STRATFORD CO., Publishers Boston, Mass. OCT 28 1921 The Alpine Press, Boston, Mass., U. S. A. g)G!.A630039 Dedication This bit of thwarted life I give to you, My love, FulfiUer of all longed-for beauties. Through the mute syllables and silent moments Pour the passions of my voice. Beloved, know that only you Have given power to culminate Tragedy in love triumphant. THE PERSONS OF THE PLAY John Eden Julia, his wife Beatrice Eden, their daughter Eric Borden, a neighbor Rosa, his wife Watson, a care-taker Amy, his wife The Time — Our own. In late autumn. The Place — In the high mountains of the Rockies, ACT I Before a mountain cabin with a background of hills and rich autumn colors. It is late afternoon and the night chill is descending as the sun goes down. A woman in a reclining chair is before the door of the cabin; it is Julia Eden. She has been waiting a long time. She stirs and draws the cover closer. Julia The air grows chill — day dies so quickly Here we are so much alone, Even the sun is tired in seeking us. But where is Beatrice — she was here. Night begins to creep like a robber Up the valley. Where is she? Beatrice ! Beatrice ! She peers through the gathering gloom. Beatrice ! Come ! Come ! A girl of eighteen, possibly nineteen, enters from the slope below and runs gaily toivard her mother. Beatrice You called me. Julia I am afraid; the night is coming. See, the asj^ens now are almost hidden. It is cold; cold. 2 BEATRICE EDEN Beatrice Mother, why are you afraid ? Let me put this robe around you; Let me help you — I'm sorry That I left you. Julia Oh, how good to have you near, My dearest one, my only one. Beatrice When the world is all so beautiful Why do you fear? Just now a quail was calling- by the spring. His plaintive voice seemed calling me. I went so near him, creeping through the trees I could almost see him. Then I heard you — What is it, mother? Julia Your father is not here, I have not seen him since this morning. This awful night, Why does it rush upon us like a beast. Beatrice You are not yourself tonight. Listening. Listen, do you hear the quail again? She runs aside. Still by the spring he calls If I could only cheer you, poor lonely thing. Why is everyone so sad tonight; BEATRICE EDEN 3 You, mother, and the quail. He is calling, calling, for his mate; But you have me — father too will come. She returns to Julia. You used to weave such stories Fairy land seemed close, And every dancing shadow was a goblin. Let us talk. Julia I cannot re-create those fancies. Ugly, leering thoughts are with me now. Do you remember Why we came to live here in these mountains ? It was not so long ago, — Perhaps you did not understand. Beatrice I remember when we came But why, I hardly know. Sometimes I thought I did. But then again it seemed not true — He is so strange — Julia regards Beatrice steadily a moment, and then begins in a low level voice. Julia The city was a gad-fly to him. He could not rest. Like a wild horse driven by hot-breathed furies. Frantic, seeking rest, but still pursued He tore and rent his soul. She has the radiance of one who understands pro- foundly. 4 BEATRICE EDEN The crowding, whirling world of sense And passions wild as dervishes Engulfed him in a whirlpool. Oh for peace For respite from a thousand tortures ! One last hope remained — exile! A refuge from too poignant life. Very simply. We chose this spot, one far removed And silent as a far-off ocean island: Here there was space, and life-giving nature; Primal forests reached their arms to Heaven And I too became a suppliant, Imploring aid for him, my first love. He found some periodic respite, Moments when the bright original lustre of his soul Cast off the horrid body grown around it. But the occasional happiness became more rare — I have fears — One great fear overwhelms me — Beatrice Mother, don't, don't! This is not my father ! Yesterda}^, no longer ago, he Avas so gay, We walked far into the forest Starting quail and grouse. He told me all the habits of the birds, And stopping on a vantage point, The sweep of valley down below. Our little house sunk in the trees. He gazed with longing eyes into the distance; For a moment silent, then he spoke ; "My girl, my dearest Beatrice, BEATRICE EDEN Man fell, the eternal curse upon him, For he worshipped self. Withdrawing from all Being Sucking to his own degraded pleasure All Life's holy glorious passions, For his will and love Became centripetal and not centrifugal As first created." Lightly. What huge words, I did not altogether comprehend But as I looked into his eyes I saw there battling exhaltation And a great despair. My father is so deep — so deep — Julia But there is one thing he does not know; Oh ! If only he could leave it alone — Horrible ! Beatrice Do not think of such things any more. When you are tired everything seems hopeless. See ! The golden pastel shades That fill the western sky; The afterglow of sunset. Don't you feel that some great genius With a master brush and boldest strokes Has painted it for us — She stands silhouetted against the sky. Julia Looking into the distance. Why does he stay away so long? BEATRICE EDEN Beatrice You are not listening to me; She returns to Julia, Shall I sing for you? Julia My poor, sweet girl. You are too innocent, your soul unspoiled, To know that just because the stars are lighting And the sky is filled with color All need not be well. Yes, sing for me the song I love. Beatrice Singing. Where mountain trails are steep. And age-old pines their mighty columns raise. Come go with me, away with sleep. Before the dawn sets all the world ablaze. Through ancient forest aisles. Oh love we wander re-born with the day. Just you and I; the dark sky smiles, As upward, ever upward leads our way. Your arms about me fold. When reached the windy summit bare of trees; The plain below is bathed in gold. Your love as glorious, me the prisoner frees. Beatrice Mother, you still love romance, — BEATRICE EDEN 1 Julia I do love romance. All my days The flowerlike aspect of all I saw and felt Enthralled me; Sometimes how rudely were these visions shattered; Like the showering petals of a faded rose My treasures fall and die. Now they are gone Life seems as stark and bare As the deserted heart of a dead flower. Beatrice With an attempt at cheerfulness. You are beyond my power tonight, Wait till the morning comes Listening. I hear someone. Yes, it's John! Julia Beatrice No it is not he. She rises. Oh it's Eric! Eric enters. He is a fine looking young moun- taineer. There is a touch of failure — hardly per- ceptible — that dims his youth. Beatrice You are far from home. 8 BEATRICE EDEN Eric You two are here alone? Beatrice Yes — why not? Eric I thought John Eden would be here. He left my house some time ago. Julia He was with you? Eric Not with me — at my house. Julia Oh! Eric He left an hour before I reached home; It is important that I see him — May I wait? Julia Please stay. It is good to have a man about ^Yhen night comes I am lonesome. BEATRICE EDEN Beatrice I am not afraid to be alone. No one would do us harm. Why should we fear? Eric With some constraint. I pray that you are right. Julia She does not know enough to fear; We older ones have grown to be suspicious Of our very shadows; Why do we not always stay like children? Beatrice All is quiet now, The trees alone are murmuring — Slight pause. And Eric you are sitting there so still; You are not troubled? Eric No, there is no trouble I must see John Eden. Julia Could he be lost — the trail is easy. Eric He is not lost. 10 BEATRICE EDEN Beatrice We are too solemn. ^ This is not the way to greet a guest. Eric, you do not give us this pleasure often. Eric It is more my loss than yours. Beatrice The mountains are so gay in autumn ; I could run before the wind Scurrying down some peaceful valley In a cloud of flying leaves. To-day I made a heap of pine cones; They are such curious things, Their hearts wide open to all the world. Eric Your pine cones were an altar to what God? Beatrice Not an altar but the tomb of dead summer. Eric Did you weep sad tears over your lost friend? Beatrice No, a fool would weep. I know summer will be born again ; A friend immortal is not mourned. BEATRICE EDEN 11 Julia Uneasily. Unless he soon returns, I will seek him; Can he be all right? Beatrice I know he is all right. JUMA I fear some awful thing has happened. Why did he go ! The glow has gone and the dark is upon them. As she speaks these last words John Eden enters, and stands watching her. He is a man of middle age, tall and with a look of finish and distinction which his mountain clothes do not obscure. John Because I chose to go. You seem to find some satisfaction In imagining calamity. Julia Oh ! John, you're back, thank God you're back. Coldly. Why all this hysteria? I was worried. John Julia 12 BEATRICE EDEN John If it chance to suit me to wander late and far, If I am happiest in solitude ■ — Then I will wander in my own good company; In spite of all. Julia John, but after dark There are so many dangers For a man who tramps alone through mountain forests. John There are dangers, but not so insidious As those that lurk within this house. Here ! Julia John A little dangerously. You do not understand — you never do, In that, the snake has shown his fangs, The poisoner of life. Give me the lengthening shadow of the forest. Frowning cliffs and silver thread of water Waving in the depths of some black gorge — My mood one with these. God ! How murky is this night. Beatrice Father, here is Eric come to see you. BEATRICE EDEN 13 John With great reserve. So it is, our friendly neighbour honors us. Eric Somewhat awkardly. When you find time there is a matter — John Very courteously. What is it? Beatrice We can go inside. Julia Yes. She rises Beatrice Come mother. Good-night, Eric. Julia John, good-night. Eric Good-night. They go out. John turns his back on them. A lamp is lighted in the cabin. A shaft of light falls across the stage. 14 BEATRICE EDEN John A lovelj^ phase of family life to show j^ou Borden. Turning on Borden quickly. Why are you here ? Eric I chose to come. You were at my house this afternoon. John That wretched hole. Eric No matter, you were there. John Is this an inquisition, do you now come To question me like any common criminal? What do you want ? ' Eric There is no need to define. You yourself know. John With impatience. Oh! Don't bother me. A clodhopper husband jealous of his wife! Do you think I would soil my hands with her? BEATRICE EDEN 15 Eric Do not evade, You have given to mj^ wife ■ — John Stop ! My daughter comes. Beatrice enters. Beatrice I am sorry to disturb you. John Tenderly. Come child, tell me of your day. Beatrice Without moving she seems to draw hack. You were so harsh with Mother. John Ah, you serious girl, what do you mean? Here is a guest, go fetch something good to drink — To the departing day and to my friend Borden — May he depart as soon and sink his soul In darkness as muddy as this night. Beatrice Oh Father, Stop! Stop I 16 BEATRICE EDEN John Don't scream at me, Beatrice — He turns facing Eric. You, my friend, are black as night But in your shadow shines a light, a brilliant star — When I left she was as drunk And blear-eyed as a full moon. Eric Another word, sir, and you will pay. Beatrice Gently. Oh, Eric, please go. He is not himself, I beg you, leave us now. I cannot stand this longer. Eric With forced self-control. As you wish. I cannot bring him to account When you are here — Good-bye. John makes a courteous movement of farewell as Eric passes hiyn. Eric goes. Beatrice sits down, her head in her hands; John watches her a moment. John To himself. I am a beast a raving cowardly beast. But what can I do? These av/ful mountains like the weigrht BEATRICE EDEN 17 Of ten thousand tombstones crush my chest. I cannot breathe, There is no way to throw them off. My God! Why was I born! Beatrice! Beatrice! If you, if you too accuse me in your heart There is no hope in earth or hell for me. Beatrice I do not accuse you, but I am somehow sad. What did you do to Eric? John Don't look at me, your eyes condemn me ; There is no pity in them. Have you then no pity? No ! I feel disgust, abhorrence even, in your eyes. . . Turn away, don't look at me. I love you Beatrice; You create fresh life In all the dead cells of my soul — If only you would help me! He reaches out Ms hand. Be gay once more, that's what I need. Fresh, rich-blooded life. Your mother coils and worms herself Into my brain. She draws the blood From my soul. She sucks my life — Beatrice How can I be gay When you speak thus of mother? John Oh! How long, how long before deliverance. This prison is too harsh, this world too strait, 18 BEATRICE EDEN A place of gnat-like souls and petty worries. He grows wistful. Sometimes death comes to me, A lovely woman, Thinly veiled in alluring mystery; She comes so close I feel her breath; My eyes feast on her body Some day she will jdeld to my embrace Absorbing in herself The coarse unsolvent fibres of my being — Then deathless love within the arms of death! He moves towards her. She recoils. Beatrice I shudder when you speak so ! My flesh creeps at your touch — And you, my father. John You fear me, your father! When you say that — I could crush your soft neck — Throw your body to the beasts. Beatrice Ah! John Powers of Hell engulf me ! What have I said ! Don't shrink from me; don't torture me! You cannot knov/ what seething fires BEATRICE EDEN 19 Your fear provokes in me. Wild stars are shooting" through my eyes The Heavens shatter; jag-ged fragments Pierce my brain — Peace! Peace! My God I pray to you. He flings Ms arms w/j in supplication. Beatrice Stop ! Unless you stop, My life shall be the pricje of your madness ! John Don't ! Don't ! My Darling, help me in. Oh Beatrice, touch me; Put your hands in mine and lead me where you will. She takes Mm hy the hands and leads Mm totvards the door. Oh, what peace! Beatrice Come, come. You are so tired. Here is the door, one step and j^ou are in. Come. As they go in Eric appears. He stands watching them. Eric The fiend is caged at last. What will he do some day. If there only were some saviour To expel the demons from ]iis soul. How can I judge him? 20 BEATRICE EDEN There are some depths That only the angel of night can judge. Can Heaven itself save that child From knowledge of the evil possible in life? She does not know the shape or color Or the appearance of sin; Yet here before her constantly Is spread depravity. Within me is the will, Courageously, without pretence, I show it, To save her. Why do I slirink from duty plain as day? My wife is like a bird caught in the wind. She lies drunk, made so by this man. Oh, Beatrice! Why did you come too late for me? Beatrice comes slowly from the house. Eric You have left him? Beatrice Oh, — is it Eric? The world is beating in my ears. You have come, what can I say; — How awful when you went away. Eric I could not leave you here alone. Beatrice, I w^ant to help you. Beatrice What need is there; what can be done? My father is not well to-night — that's all. BEATRICE EDEN 21 Eric You are burdened, speak to me, A great, dark load is on your heart. Beatrice, let me bear your sorrows. To-night your father and your mother Leaned too heavily on you : The one in sorrow begging comfort And the other in his madness Wrapping round you all the tentacles of sin, Sucking sweet fresh life from out your veins. It is too much ! Beatrice My life is theirs ! With sudden change. Why did you come to see my father ? He spoke of your wife. / Eric I cannot tell you all that story. Beatrice Please, that I may help you. Eric Tenderly. This excess of mercy is a fault in you. It is my place to help, not yours. All the years that I have lived, my dream Has been acquaintance with such a one as you. Beatrice, be my friend. 22 BEATRICE EDEN Beatrice I am your friend. But you are married. Ekic Yes, in name — I must not speak of her. You do not mistake my motive — No, you are too good; Your words were not a question. Beatrice Then why did you take that woman Before the world your wife. Eric I do not complain, no word of censure Will I utter. On me is the blame. With nebulous maunderings Evil men attempt to pardon weakness, Claiming that to feel much. Sensitive, and driven by a great hunger Is excuse enough for sinning much. Judge me as you will, my own inner voice Is strident in self condemnations. My life itself is punishment enough. Through desperate loneliness, That quicksand in which men struggle Seeking some solid footing, I was lead to place my life on that Which first seemed to offer safety. We met, I felt a momentary security And sought to seal it with a vow — That's my story. BEATRICE EDEN 23 She too protests an equal disillusionment. Neither one can shift the whole burden of the guilt. Beatrice The world to-night is a surrounding net. Every way I turn the same restraint. Where are the days with sunlight flooded, Broad roads leading to some land of dreams, The only task to choose the one desired. Eric For that reason grant me this one promise; If real danger comes — call me. Beatrice There is no reason for this promise. Eric God grant there may not be. But even so, give me your word. Beatrice I do. Eric That is enough — I am off ! Remember ! He goes. Beatrice Remember! Oh, what shadow of this night can I forget! With deep gashes cut in my memory. Will the pain ever go ? 24 BEATRICE EDEN My memory is a miser eluteliing- fast To each tiny drop of imagined gold. Oh, dawning day, with hastening steps Dispel this nightmare, Through a distorted prism I see the world. Yesterday a hunter told me how a doe Had chanced to fall into a trap laid for a bear; Her tiny leg was crushed by its iron jaws. This innocent wild thing strained In helplessness to gain her freedom, With each plunge the teeth set deeper; In her eyes came terror, hopeless terror Of a wild free animal — trapped. She could not understand. The beauty of the day crashed round her — I feel relentless jaws tearing me! She goes off. The light in the house is extinguished. The stage is blotted out. The curtain goes down and after a moment rises slowly; the stage gradually relighted with the effect of the cold light of early dawn. Watsoyi enters from the house carrying a saddle and bridle. Watson Holy Heaven, winter is in the air. My ears will drop off. Why in common sense does the old man want his horse at this ungodly hour? Up early; to bed late; freeze in winter; broil in summer — Oh! What a life. If I ever get away from here — but what's the use — I won't. I heard him walking all night long; he ought to go to bed instead of riding. I smell a big snow gathering up there. Pity him if he doesn't get back before it rolls down. Oh well, no use to fuss. Damn this saddle. He goes out. John Eden enters from the house. BEATRICE EDEN 25 John Dawn will soon appear; How long- a sleepless night ! I must get away from here ; To breathe, to seek a newer meaning in myself. My soul's waters are so muddied No light can penetrate its crawling depths; Faster withdraws the golden prize I seek to grasp; But there must be a lands end somewhere Beyond which even truth itself cannot retreat; Does the highway of my soul Lead to that crucial point, The junction of the unknown and the known? One last pilgrim's effort; If the rainbow's end deludes me Then there is a quick sure way; Go to knowledge if knowledge will not come to me; Once through that door there is no withdrawal ; Do I have the final courage? He lifts his arms to the light of the dawn. Oh my God do not evade me. I do not bring unsoiled hands But show me in what stream they may be cleansed. When I ride back to this house I shall be forever damned or saved! Watson ! Watson ! Hurry with that horse! Watson Off stage. Yes, He is almost saddled. John goes. CURTAIN ACT II Scene i The living room of the cabin; the walls are of log and at one end of the rather large room there is a big fireplace. Amy Watson enters carrying d basket of wood; she has fresh fallen snow on her clothes. Amy Singing. With icy wings the winter flies, Blow, winds, blow; On columbine and eidelweiss Is laid the drifting snow. Beneath the ground tired summer sleeps, 'Til wakening spring returns; Into my heart the hoar frost creeps And love no longer burns. Oh, bitter days and frozen nights. Go, Winter, Go! With cold despair my spirit fights But Spring will come I know. She puts down her basket and works with the fire. Amy Months and months will pass, We will be here all alone; The rest of the world might die 28 BEATRICE EDEN And we would never know : Snowed in like animals We must live through the winter. She sings over again the last verse, "Oh, hitter days'' etc. Watson enters. ^ Watson We have plenty of wood cut, thank the Lord. Br-r-r-r it is cold. How good that you made the fire. They will soon be up. Amy I hope Mrs. Eden is all right with this changing weather. Watson" Did you know that the old man has gone away? Amy Gone — Where? Watson On his horse; he left this morning; I don't where. Amy No, it isnt' possible. Watson Yes, I helped him start myself. He came to me BEATRICE EDEN 29 early this morning and got me out. "Get my horse ready. Hurry!" He said. Amy When will he be back? Watson Unless he hurries — He won't come back. There is a blizzard coming; you can't see as far as the big pine. Amy What will they say? It will be hard to tell her. Why did you let him go? Watson You know what he's like. I'd sooner face a snow- slide than his tongue; what could I do? Besides he's not the only one to blame — she treats him like the devil ; and so does his daughter — a man has a right to his thirst. Why don't they let him alone — tor- ment a horse long enough and he becomes an outlaw. I know why he went. This damn snow's falling on us like chains locked for seven months. Amy I hope he is not caught out there. It is bad enough at home. (A pause) — There she burns. Don't let it go out. You might as well stay here until they come. I brought in plenty of wood; there it is in the basket. 30 BEATRICE EDEN Watson I am sorry I forgot to do that. She goes out. Watson sits down by the fire and stirs it for a moment. Beatrice enters. Beatrice How good the fire feels. See the snow against the window Struggling to approach the warmth. Where is my father? Watson He is not here. Beatrice You mean that he has gone ? Watson Yes. Beatrice But in this storm he will be lost. Watson Yes — perhaps — but he is gone. Beatrice Something must be done. — Mother must not know. Watson How can she fail to know. He is not here, BEATRICE EDEN 31 Beatrice No matter how, just keep it from her. How was he when he left; what did he say? Watson He seemed all right; it was this morning early that he called me, ordering his horse. Beatrice This is too awful; he has sought death. Some waj^s of life seal an unalterable doom. Oh, father — father — You stay here, I am going. He steps between her and the door. Watson No, not you too! Beatrice Just a little way; I must find help. It has been promised me. Earnestly. If ever you have been faithful to my family Do not betray me now ; Keep my mother 'til I return. There is one ready to face the storm In search of him. My coat, hurry ! There it is. It seems the heavens let loose their anger When we are least protected. There — remember what I said. She must not know ! She goes out. 32 BEATRICE EDEN Watson What will happen now. Going to an inner door and calling. Amy ! Amy ! Within, ''Yes, Yes. I'm coming." Come quick ! Amy enters. He approaches her confidently. Watson Listen, Amy. The girl has gone, the Lord knows where; but she made me promise not to tell her mother anything. You must help me keep her in the dark. Not a word about him. — Wh}^ did I let her go? Amy Don't blame yourself. — I promise, but how can we do it? I can't lie to her. She will know in spite of us. Watson You'll find a way. Here she comes. Amy goes out. Julia enters. She does not seem well. Watson Here's a chair, Mrs. Eden. Sit by the fire; it is very cold this morning. Julia Thank you. BEATRICE EDEN 33 Watson Amy is coming with your breakfast. There, move up closer. Our battle with the cold has begun. Julia Where are they? Watson I do not know, they will soon be here. Julia It never fails; when I do not feel well They leave me utterly alone — always alone — Yet Beatrice pretends to love me — He does not — in that at least he is frank — Scarcely a word has he spoken to me — Life has lost its flavor — What is there left for me ! Watson Miss Beatrice is doing her best for you. Looking out of the window. My! How the storm blows; God help those who are not safe at home. The trail will be impassable. Julia Throw some more wood on the fire! Do you want to freeze me, Watson ? Get me a blanket; my body feels like ice. Watson Yes, Mrs. Eden, I will get you one. It is growing worse. Hear that wind ! 34 BEATRICE EDEN He goes to a cupboard for a blanket. Amy enters th a tray. Julia Put it there Am3^ No ! Not there ! Right here beside me. Amy places the tray on a small table beside her and stands near looking very much concerned. Julia How can I eat while you are standing there ; Not at all fretfully. What is wrong with everybody in this house. Watson Let me put this blanket round you. He wraps her in an additional blanket. While be- hind Julia's back he motions to Amy. She goes out very quietly. Julia Watching Amy. I have been troubled by a memory — Let me tell you. Watson, have you heard the tale About the old woman who lived Far back in these hills, Alone, save for her daughter? A strange girl, bred to the mountains — They seemed to speak to her, When wandering through aspen forests — There the aspen grew as large as any pine — BEATRICE EDEN 35 She heard myriad voices, Sometimes in chorus, Sometimes singly, speaking low, A gentle murmuring; What they said none knew but herself. In all things else she seemed like any person. One year rich autumn spread Its transient glory over all the hills, Giving way too soon. Before the first early snow, Like this one raging now, Too violent, too stern a conqueror ; Unlike winter's usual slow advance, First the scouts and then the murderous vanguard. Within the cabin Like a caged bird she fretted. Powerless was her mother ; All day long she stood before the window Listening, watching; As the storm became more violent. No word would she give of explanation. Trying in vain to penetrate the snow. To see the mountains just across the valley. Some unknown thing. Precious to her was in danger there. Night suddenly overwhelmed the world. Descending, a dark rushing flood. She seemed resigned to her imprisonment And joined her mother at the evening meal. Put off her guard by this feigned submission The old woman left her alone, While busy with the evening tasks. No one knows what happened then. Returning to the room a moment later The door was found wide open^ 36 BEATRICE EDEN The storm screamed in, Snow was piled about the floor; The girl was not there. Some footprints, fast filling, Lead into the night. The mother fought with the storm, Like the invisible hand of fate It would not let her go. The night passed somehow Late the next day the storm abated ; Wild with sorrow, lead only by her instinct, Deep within the forest In a bed of glistening white. Lay her daughter. Clasping in her lifeless arms — One broken golden aspen twig. The autumn glory dead Spread its ravaged beauty round her. Quickly, But she was crazy. Watson Julia Perhaps — I do not know — Why did I think of this? Watson You too have a daughter. Julia She is safe • — now. May Death's frozen hand BEATRICE EDEN 37 Never close about her soul — Her body does not matter. Wrap this blanket closer around me. She coughs. There is a pain here. She places her hand on her chest. The door opens and Beatrice enters in a cloud of snow. Julia Who's there? Watson You're back. Thank God! Julia Beatrice ! Beatrice Yes, I'm back — unfortunately. Julia What ! Did you venture out into the storm ? Beatrice goes to Julia. Your face and hair are caked with snow. Beatrice I had to go. Julia Don't be so foolish. 38 BEATRICE EDEN Beatrice Yes, I had to go. You must know the truth, there is no escape. Father has gone away. Julia Oh! — Beatrice This morning early, while we slept, He rode away — I tried to get help — Eric lives too far away. Julia Don't jest with me — Why did you let him go ! Why did you — Mother. Beatrice Julia Coughing. Oh, this pain. Why was I not told? You live to make my life a burden. Please go. Watson {to Beatrice) Don't let her words' wound you. She does not know what she's saying. BEATRICE EDEN Julia I am sorry, Beatrice, But this is more than I can bear. To find that you had left me here alone — And he is wandering in the snow ; Perhaps this very moment As the fire's warmth pervades me He is lying stiff and cold, Each snowflake marks him as a victim. Beatrice Don't give way to morbid dreams. He is strong and can fight his way. Julia Strength will not serve. All the world conspires to cause me sorrow. If I could only seek him — That death would be sweet. Beatrice You cannot go. Mother. I went scarce one hundred yards, Before the storm forced me back. Julia No, I cannot go. Please leave me now ■ — They cross the room behind her. Watson To Beatrice. We must watch her. 40 BEATRICE EDEN Beatrice She said that death would be sweet. Do not leave her alone. Watson You can trust me. Beatrice goes out. Watson watches Julia for a moment. Julia Watson, are you there? Watson Yes. Julia Come here. She speaks to him in a low voice. Don't you think I could go ? To breathe fresh unwarmed air would help this pain, Would cleanse my breast. Watson Do not say such a thing. You could not reach the spring, See the snow about the window. Julia As you wish ; I shall sleep now — Will he ever come? BEATRICE EDEN 41 Oh, my soul in sympathy is frozen. I am cruel, you and Beatrice are heartless, Resting safe at home while he is out there. Watson But we could not help him Even if we found him. Julia No, we could not help him. Go! Go! Watson pretends to go hut watches her through the door for a moment. She feigns sleep. He goes. Julia Before my eyes the snow is falling, Down, down, Like the never ceasing labor of a waterfall, Streaks of white, down, down, Trees are seen no more. Always falling, grim, relentless. Insidious as the slow deposits of sin. At last overwhelming all. Cruel white murderer. Before my ej^es always falling. Hastening to your work of death. Silent a moment. I see him struggling through the clinging drifts, Rolling helpless down the gullies, Now he is unable to rise, His horse abandoned long ago, Why did you go, why did you leave me. Flying away as if I were a dread disease? Do you remember now. While in the snow's embrace. When first you held me in your arms. 42 BEATRICE EDEN Ob, horrid days that came between us Loosening that first fond caress. John ! John ! Let death rejoin our lives. She rises glancing around stealthily. They will not know until too late. There is no coat, what does it matter. This blanket will serve. May God guide me to you, Our last meeting. She goes out. CURTAIN — SCENE'S END. BEATRICE EDEN 43 ACT II Scene ii A small sheltered spot among the snow laden ever- greens. Julia Ues huddled in her blanket on the snow. In the distance it is snowing hut her little nook is protected from all but the wind and drifting snow. Little light reaches her through the trees from the loivering gray sky. She lies motionless. From somewhere com-es a muffled chorus of voices, WoMEN^s Voices Through longs hours she wandered far A soul laid bare to Heaven's wrath, The cruel da}' gave not a star To mark her lonely path. Lower, feebler burned the flame That urged her on to him she sought. The woods re-echoed to his name. Her cry no answer brought. Men^s Voices From a raging hell within His tortured soul, he sought relief; Alone he bore the weight of sin. No one could share his grief. In open hand he took his soul And cast it as a dice is thrown. Along the Great Divide to roll To East, to We^t — unknown. WoMEN^s Voices The long forgotten days of love When through the world they went as one. 44 BEATRICE EDEN Returned a haunting memory of A life whose joy is done. At last the flame has died away, With cold despair her heart is wrung; She kneels in loneliness to pray — By falling snow her dirge is sung. Men and Women Man can turn the powers of earth Obedient to his will; The mountain streams are made to serve, The forests fall before his might. But his own soul is free. Like heaping snow drifts strangely ruled By vagaries of the wind, In spite of will and mournful prayers By tiny flakes that blindly fall On hastening breezes come from God — His fate is sealed. John appears all snow covered, staggering from exhaustion. He sees the figure and rushes to her lifting her from the snow. He looks into her face and recognizes Julia. John Oh, my Julia, Julia, is it you; My Julia, — to find you here, Huddled in the snow. Speak to me, Julia, speak to me ! How stiff and cold — Oh, what has happened ! Eric comes tramping through the snow and watches John as he holds Jidia, trying to chafe her hands to BEATRICE EDEN 45 brush the snotv from her face, to wrap her closer in the blanket. Eric John, I've been looking for you. John Borden ! Eric Yes, Eden, I tried to follow her. John What happened ! My God, why is she here ! Was it because of me? Perhaps. Repents this cruelty. Eric John Don't spare me. I left — desperate ■ — To seek a new guiding star, The heavens have been dark, no light Has shone to lead me from the forest. But God willed otherwise. My body was too weak to face the storm And now I am driven home A half frozen animal that drifts before the wind. 46 BEATRICE EDEN Eric John, I did not mean to accuse; She was worried by your strange absence, Without warning, she left. Beatrice sent for me — That is all I know. John We must get her home before it is too late. Eric Come. John Which is the way? This blinding storm has bewildered me. Eric Follow my trail, let me carry her. John No! Eric But you are tired. John She is mine ; do not touch her. Eric Come, then. BEATRICE EDEN 47 John Picking up Julia. How bitter is the memory Of a cruelty too well succeeded. They go out. CURTAIN — SCENE'S END. 48 BEATRICE EDEN ACT II Scene hi Same as Scene /_, Act. II. Beatrice is beside the window trying to peer through the gathering dark- ness. Rosa Borden is there sitting with her head in her hands. She is nervously rocking. Rosa What was that? Beatrice Her voice is tired. Nothing, just some snow That fell from an overburdened tree. Rosa When will they come? Beatrice You have only one out there, I have two. There is a noise of tramping and Eric comes in fol- lowed by John who is still carrying Julia. Beatrice Rushing to them. Oh, Thank God! Both of you back. — My poor mother. BEATRICE EDEN 41 Eric I came upon them just as lie had found her. John A chair ! Rosa Here by the fire. Beatrice Oh, my poor mother, Why did you go. Helping her father to rest Julia in a chair. Tak- ing her hands. Cold, ice cold, There seems to be no blood in your dear body. John She had lain long in the snow, Crumpled like a wounded bird. Beatrice Breathe, Breathe! God send breath ! John She seemed to breathe when first I found her. It was so far to come. Eric Rosa, help Beatrice take off her clothes. Chafe her hands. 50 BEATRICE EDEN Rosa Let me help. Beatrice Can she be dead? — Mother! Mother open your eyes. I feel that she is dead. Her soul is calling mine. Some whiskey. Going to sideboard. Yes. Here's a glass. John pours. Going to Julia. Help me, Beatrice. John Eric Rosa John Eric Could one as frail as she live after such exposure? I felt the chill creeping into my heart. Beatrice Her teeth are set as one in death. Sinking on floor. Dead ! Dead ! Mother, My Mother ! BEATRICE EDEN 51 John Beatrice! Don't! "While there is hope. Beatrice There is no hope. John Julia! Let me hold you once more. He places his arms around her. Come, my wife. He carries her into the bedroom, Beatrice follow- ing. Eric Evil is a many headed snake, The innocent its victims. If I had the power!. . . . Rosa Eric! What are you saying? Eric You stayed with her while I was away? Rosa Yes. Eric How did she seem? 52 BEATRICE EDEN Rosa Self possessed but very sad. Eric Oh, pure white gentle heart, The muddy stream of life is jealous of your beauty. He is silent a moment. We must go. Rosa No, it is too cold, too far. Eric We must go ! At least there are some moments sacred. Going to door. Watson! Watson! Come here. He comes. There is a tragedy in this house. If I am needed let her know that you As messenger will bring me back. Watson I saw you three come in. How is she? Eric Her soul has found peace. Her body? — I do not know. That is all. BEATRICE EDEN 53 Watson Yes sir. B.e goes. Rosa I cannot go back in this storm. Eric You must ! Do not fear. Death is not greedy ; He has taken his fill. He leads her unwillingly away. CURTAIN ACT III Same as Act II Scene III ; a month later. John is sitting beside the fire; Rosa is standing in the middle of the room watching him closely. Rosa Unless they return soon night will catch them. John Why do you worry, Rosa? Rosa I am not worried; I thought j^ou might be, She is not very wise. John Looking at her sharply. You do not trust your husband. Rosa No, not that — of course I do — A silly thing for me to say. But she is good to look upon. Since her mother's death The bud half-opened has come to full-flowering beauty. BEATRICE EDEN 55 John To himself. And then the petals fall. Rosa I am talking idly as the winds of summer. Looking about. I want a drink. Where is your old-time hospitality? We used to be somewhat gay — John If you want a drink then get it for yourself. Can I not leave the dust unstirred In some dark corners long ago deserted! Rosa Not so long ago. John Just one short month — Rosa Yes, — but do not speak so loud; A ghost not yet settled may be wandering close. He does not speak hut covers his face with his hands. Rosa You may soon forget. Going to sideboard. 56 BEATRICE EDEN There is not much here. Pours a drink. Have some John dear? — No? — That's strange. Here's to a failing memory Conquering enemy of all ghosts. Drinks. Don't mind, John, you will not always remember. John If you speak another word — I'll choke you. Rosa Your fingers have a fondness for a woman's throat; They have closed on mine before — But not in anger. John The night is creeping 'round us; You hurl its blackness deep into my soul. Rosa Don't be angry John, I'll say no more. Your whiskey is so good it greased my tongue. John You sicken me. Rosa Leads him to a chair. Come, please be quiet. Just forget what I have said. BEATRICE EDEN 57 You know I did not mean it. Like a cat, I love to tease a crippled mouse. I know it's cruel, But then I too have known some cruelty ; I have sometimes been the mouse, you the cat. We were saying that the night is coming on ; Unless my husband comes it will be hard to find our house. John Yes, for you alone — he is all right. Rosa Suddenly serious. John, I do not trust my husband. Please do not let him come here anymore. John He may be- a fool. Beatrice is not. Rosa She does not know what is happening to him. John You need not fear. Rosa I ask just this of you; Do not let him see Beatrice. 58 BEATRICE EDEN John That is impossible; I cannot lock her in. Rosa John, please ; I beg it in the name of old acquaintance. John Laughing. As you wish. To-night will be the last If I can make it so. Thank you. Rosa John Now are you satisfied? Then please excuse me, I am tired. When they come, call me. He goes out vjearily. Rosa I will wait here. She is quiet a moment, looks around, and then stealthily goes to the sideboard and drinks. She re- turns to her chair and gazes at the fire. A noise is heard outside. As Beatrice and Eric enter Rosa places herself in an alcove in the shadow. Erio How lovely here. Takes her coat. BEATRICE EDEN 59 Come warm yourself, I did not know it was so cold. My mind was elsewhere. Beatrice Where have they gone? Eric What does that matter? Watching her. Why are you so quiet? Beatrice I do not know. In here a thousand thoughts come to me, Every chair, each table, This her place beside the fire, Remind me of a month ago — That awful night- — Out there where all is white And pines point to Heaven I forget. Her grave beneath the cliff is like a haven In the soft enfolding soul of God, The snow that glistens in the moonlight Is a symbol of her soul's purity; Here the air is heavy with earth and flesh And all that dies. Eric Beatrice ! Beatrice ! Let me touch one corner of your soul 60 BEATRICE EDEN The hem of its flowing whiteness, And I will be free, I ask no more. An outcast gazing through the luminous windows Of your glorious self, those dark sad eyes ; I do not ask that you should take me in And clothe me with your radiance No, I do not ask so much ; Just let the light shine on me, Do not close cold hard shutters. Beatrice Erie, I am not harsh. If there is a way that I can help. Ask it of me ; there may be a time When I again shall call to you. Eric If 3^ou only would ! Beatrice You do not know how poor I am, A beggar even. Eric Then we are together ■ In our fancied povertj^ I am grateful for that one bond. Someday we shall seal it! Beatrice That cannot be. Your sympathy, — how much it meant to-night — BEATRICE EDEN 61 As you stood beside me in Death's presence, Has carried you beyond yourself. It is too much to ask always another's tears. Eric If I could always give them to you. But now once more I must leave you. He rises and goes to the window. A glorious sea of rolling white surrounds us. Rosa comes out of the alcove. Her hair is some- what rumpled. She is not quite herself. Rosa Confusedly. What does this mean? Beatrice You! Rosa Slowly. I heard you talking, yes, I heard you ; I went in there to rest, to sleep. Turning to Eric. You have no right to keep me waiting here forever. Just to sleep I went in there; And then I heard you talking. Eric Why, is that so strange? 62 BEATRICE EDEN Rosa But you were saying something, about — about Bonds, sympathy, tears, all that rubbish. When a woman's husband Eric Enough! Where is Eden? Rosa Waving towards other room. There, he was tired too. John! Oh, John! He said to call him when you came. I'll tell him 'bout the tears. John enters. John ! Oh, he is here. John, they're back. John So I see. Beatrice, you were late. Beatrice I hate to leave her there alone When night is coming on. She seemed to float about me Through the blue haze of moonlit snow. John It is not good to go out there so often. A month has passed — one long bitter month A million years compressed in thirty days ; They pound my brain like thirty demons. BEATRICE EDEN 63 Eric It was my fault we were so long. Rosa Just what I've been saying. Eric We must go. Rosa I don't want to, John; I don't want to go to bed Without a good-night drink — Let's have one John. John Don't go, there is plenty of room. It is good to have other voices in the house ; They drown recurring echoes. Eric The trail is clear, we cannot stay — Come! Rosa No ! No ! I don't want to go. John There is no need to tramp that weary way. I will tell Watson to prepare for you. 64 BEATRICE EDEN Eric It would be a pleasure ; but — Looks at Beatrice who regards him steadily. Beatrice Stay. Eric We will. He watches Eosa. You need rest. Where may I take her? John This room is yours. Eric Thank you. He leads Rosa away very gently. She is getting sleepy. They go. John What a fool she is. Beatrice Yes? John She is — and so am I. She made me give a promise. BEATRICE EDEN 65 Beatrice What? A simple question. John That Eric should not come here any more. Beatrice You gave your word to her? John She seemed worried about him. It was the easiest way, to humor her. Beatrice What nonsense is she thinking. Do you know that mother died one month ago to- night? John Can I forget. — Each day I feel more her murderer. Beatrice No! John I was the cause, my insane way of life, The way I spoke, that terrible mistaken journey; 66 BEATRICE EDEN If I had stabbed her with a knife I should not be more the cause. Beatrice You often rode away in silence; You did not know the snow was coming. John Beatrice ! I know my crime But in the joy of hearing you defend me — I almost forget how I found her lying there. That sight engraved with bitter acid On my brain; jou alone dissolve it. Beatrice I? How do I do that? John You do, Beatrice, you do. Only say again that you are my own daughter. Once more you know me as your father. Placing in my hands a child's unreasoned love. If you only could forget the ways I spent that father's heritage. Beatrice If I but could. John You can. Say you can. BEATRICE EDEN 67 Beatrice I can and will. John Thank God — at last! He attempts to take her in his arms. She shrinks a little against her will. John Close, close, my own dear child. He holds her face close to his, gazing into her eyes. Your eyes tell the same hopeless tale; You can't forget. He releases her. He looks around helplessly; sees the liquor. It has been long, my old time friend, Since we communed together. Just one brief call and then good-night. He drinks. Beatrice Again! John When all others go you still remain; Yes, again! He drinks. Beatrice Rising. Do you have more to say 1 68 BEATRICE EDEN John Don't go, yet. There are so many things unsaid. My brain teems with thought; A stranded actor long off the boards Desires an audience, no matter who or how few. You are my audience. Beatrice Let me speak ! Watson told me of the tale My mother told him that fateful day; The girl who saw the early storm destroy her love. John I know the old-wives tale; what of it? Beatrice This — I have no loves left now But my own maiden's dreams. The night is as sharp and cold as steel, And merciless, I hear the avalanche, — It will engulf me, let me go ! She attempts to go hut he restrains her. John No! You shall not leave me. He clenches her arm too tight. Beatrice You hurt me. BEATRICE EDEN John Forgive — a thoughtless act. Sit down again. Beatrice To what end? John 'Tis my command! I love to look at you, Your anger cuts me like a knife But still it fascinates. There are some who love self-torture — I am such a one. Glare, glare, hate, despise me! Beatrice Once more I beg you as your daughter, Let me go ! John No! Beatrice Then listen to my prayer. You ask again my child's love — How can I give it? John You must. If not that love, then any love. 70 BEATRICE EDEN Don't ignore me as you would a worm. I will have your soul ! He starts toward her and grasps her shoulders. Beatrice John Do not touch me. Shrinks hack. Not that, not that ! Beatrice No! No! Voice from Outside "What's that" — Watson enters. Watson I heard a cry. Beatrice It was nothing, nothing. I was frightened. John She thought she saw a man's face at the window. Watson Did you? BEATRICE EDEN 71 Beatrice I saw an awful face, a fiend. She goes. Watson Was there anyone? John- No, imagination ; she is nervous. All undone, thinking of her mother. Watson Too bad, a pity. Will you come in to supper? John Yes, I am hungry. A gnawing hunger, — Borden is here; call him. He goes. Watson Yes sir. Watson knocks on both doors and announces supper and then goes. Beatrice slowly enters. Before she has crossed the room Eric meets her. Eric You were good to ask us to stay. I hoped to hear the word you spoke. Just one small word from your lips, and I am happy. '^2 BEATRICE EDEN Beatrice I wanted you to be near. I feel this house will not be kind to me. Eric I heard you cry. It seemed more from sorrow than from fear — I thought you mourned. Beatrice I did cry for sorrow. Some are dead who have the appearance of life. Eric Tell me. Beatrice My real father died long ago ; This warped shell that assumes his person — Is not he. How can I give my love to an ugly shadow? Eric He threatened you? Beatrice The shadow seeks to penetrate my being. Eric The issue is clear ! At last the time has come for us to go; Abandon this dark place. BEATRICE EDEN 73 Beatrice Where are the wings for such a flight? Eric Love lifts us up, love will float us Over all the mountain ranges. Beatrice, I love you, strong my love, It is so true that left unspoken Crushed and doubted, still it lives And leaps around you like a flame. Know my love, it seeks you constantly. With such power to bear us up. How can we fall ! Beatrice The world again has warmth, The ice is melted from my soul. Great earthly fire, your heat Streams through the channels of all Being. Eric, now at last the word is spoken, It shall make us free. Eric You receive my love? The gates of Heaven have opened. Beatrice I love you. Eric Beatrice. He takes her in his arms. 74 BEATRICE EDEN Bleak winter vanishes And you, my pure white flower, Surround me with your living beauty. I love you. Now the world has lost its power. Beatrice The dark world, Eric, it is near. We forget, this blessed moment passes And once more its chains are forged, Link by link ; — they can't be broken. Eric Time is nothing now With knowledge of our final freedom. Just a little while, we must be patient. Then those chains will di'op forever. Beatrice Help me Eric. Sense of sin is creeping over me, Fire me with your faith in life's fulfillment. Eric There is no wrong where love is. This is no passing lustful fancy, Long have I known and tested it. Each trial, unhappy drab and ugly days, The final proof, have only served To make triumphant this one holy thing ; I love you, Beatrice. And now the lonely groping fingers Of my love have clasped your hand. BEATRICE EDEN 75 Beatrice There is no wrong, but the uncertainty, If this door or that would open — Then our love would turn to sin — Or worse, to scandal. Eric I know our present weakness. But what are those straw barriers, When the time shall come, They will fall before us. Beatrice We must hasten, someone might come. Eric For our short remaining imprisonment My care must be to keep you safe. To-night I will not sleep, you need not fear, A call will bring me to you. Beatrice I do not fear, with your help the days will pass ; And then at last — our freedom. Eric Again takes her in his arms. My loved one. Beatrice Someone comes. 76 BEATRICE EDEN Eric Remember, do not be afraid. Beatrice My father. Eric My love is always with you. Beatrice Good-bye, I love you, Eric. Eric My soul remains with you through all the night. Eric goes, and John enters. John Will you have your dinner now? Where is Borden? Beatrice He is with her. I am not hungry. All I want is to be alone. John With pleasure, my lady. Half mocking. I will send Watson to them. John goes out. BEATRICE EDEN 77 As John leaves, Beatrice lingers by the window a moment, and then hearing him return goes to her room. John I feel frozen, Ah, this will warm me. Drinks. Alone, forever alone. Empty rooms and frozen hearts my sole companions. Oh, God, the world lies 'round me Barren as a winter moon — Have You too passed me by? He sits down and seems to sleep. The fire burns low until the room is almost dark, suggesting the passing of an hour or two. Finally he is heard to stir; getting up he throws some more wood on the fire. Moving aimlessly at first he then glances towards Beatrice's room, moves towards it quietly, opens the door and enters . . . Beatrice backs into the living room very, very slowly as if frozen with horror. Her eyes are on the open door through which she has just come. John api^ears in the frame of the doorway, — his face strange and tense. Beatrice stands perfectly still but not in fear — horror has overcome every thought of herself. Still under the spell, she cries in a whisper. Her cry releases John. He moves into the room and stands in the glow of the fire place. Eric enters with quiet rapidity. Beatrice Eric, Eric ! He is there. Eric Beatrice ! He and John look steadily at each other. Beatrice hides her face. 78 BEATRICE EDEN John Recoils before Eric's glance. Why, this room is so dark. I cannot see — You scorn me — Speak for God's sake, speak ! This silence kills me! Eric You, you, why were you there? John I crept close to see her sleeping, The only time her face is not turned from me. . . . She knelt in prayer. When I came near she shrank from me. ... Am I a hateful thing. My eyes, do they reveal depra,vity, That she cannot look upon me. . . . Where is the light, Darkness swarms about me. Beatrice Take me from here. Eric Into this room. ne takes her into her room-. As they leave, John goes to the window. Outside the world is crystal white. BEATRICE EDEN 79 John Radiant night, You show me to what depths I've sunk. No detail of the world Is seen from out this pit. Where are the pines, the mountains, hidden. My eyes grow dim blinded By the piercing glory of the snow; There flies a shadow tossed upon the wind. Some angry driven soul, no rest, no peace. There another shadow Lies along the whiteness. Crouched it seems, Like some lost animal that bows its head Receiving then the death stroke Julia, you, you, once more I find you. There, there. You sought me wandering, lost I am, Julia! You have come. Patiently you beat upon the frozen walls. And now I hear. He opens the door, speaks in a low voice. Life parted us, But death reknits our severed souls. He goes. Eric returns, looks for John hut not seeing him, he realizes that John has gone forever. He moves toward Beatrice's closed door — stops still. It is the renunciation. He goes then to Rosa's room. CURTAIN 1^ i OV ^-^^^ \ V^ f^l*. v^^ ^ ^0