< C ( < c < ^^ <( ' '' C < 1 f ; <^ v< < C C ( ed, Miss. Claudia. Place him upon this couch. Be gentle with him. How came he wounded? First Soldier. By the enemy: He was detailed to apprehend some scouts The enemy had sent into our lines. One desp'rate fellSw would not yield his weapon, And in the stubborn struggle of his capture He fired a shot into the Captain's shoulder. Claudia. How serious is the hurt? First Soldier. I cannot say; 'Tis in the lung; the blood has quit its flow, 78 SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDERATE SCOUT. And if his wound be not deranged afresh Tliere may be some strong chance for his survival. We needs must leave him here an hour or so Till we may make disposal of our pris'ners. We'll stand a guard without to meet your call, And will dispatch a surgeon in all haste. [Exeunt soldiers. Home, Claudia, come here beside me. Claudia. I am here. Home. Claudia, my life has rounded up its days, And this the last. Claudia. You should not talk. Home. No matter. I'll do it quietly. 'Tis fitter so: The future held but little brightness for me, You were the only gleam I had before me. And that was dimmed and even nigh eclipsed By the black cloud of my dishonesty. Fate has directed that the evil pact Betwixt us two should not find consummation. Claudia. You will not die. Home. I reckon otherwise. I shall not see the sunset of to-day. Claudia. Are you so sure your death is quite so near? Home. I truly am. Claudia. Then duty calls your action. Home. What duty? Claudia. The rescue of Sam Davis. Home. I owe no further service to the man. I have discharged all bounden obligations. Claudia. Yet with one sentence you can save his life. SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDEEATE SCOUT. 79 Home, That sentence shall not reach an utterance. I did not place his life in jeopardy, Nor shall I move one pace toward his succor. Claudia. But, Capt. Home — Home. Stay, Claudia; no more. Claudia. Why should I stay? What profits it to you Since your life-coil is now nigh most unwound? What boots it you refuse to do this thing? Let me but write a line to Gen'ral Dodge, And you append your signature unto it. And this brave youth will 'scape the penalty. Home. And publish to the world my falsity? Claudia. What matters that? 'T would be none short of right. Your treason is a thing of fact, and what Imports it now if all the world should know it? To keep it hidden lessens not the treason; Besides, this were some small amends therefor; This would disperse the murky clouds and gloom That hang about the sunset of your life. Home. You ask too much. You wade beyond my depth. You do forget my claim is yet unpaid. And I shall die in lack of that reward That was the purchase price of my good name. But let that be. You'll be the happier That you had not to pay the stipend fixed. Claudia. The time for action wanes full rapidly. You, Captain Home, have sworn with daily vows That you so loved me that there was no thing You would not keenly labor to achieve If its achievement did augment my pleasure; Yet now you do deny what I most yearn for. Home. My promises and wishes fheii were selfish; I saw you at the end of ev'ry labor, 80 SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDEBATE SCOUT. Now — now, there is no goad, no luring bribe, And all my ardent eagerness is spent. Why beg you for the safety of this man? Claudia. Since you are frank with me, I'll be as open; Nothing there is more dear to my weak heart Than is the life of him for whom I plead; I've loved him since he was a merest boy, And I a simple, unwakened schoolgirl. Home, You love him? Claudia. Yes. Home. And told not me ? Claudia. Ought I have done so? Did you ask of me Whether I loved another? I was fair In all my dealing with you, Captain Home; And now I come to you in humbleness And pray you that you quit me of my oath. Give me his life. Accede me his release. Quick! for the mortal hour is at hand! I have bare time to hasten to the scafPold. Martial music. I hear the deadly cortege on its progress! I do beseech, sir, that you spare me him! Home. Claudia, I cannot. Make no further prayers. 1 cannot blazon to the mouthy world My guilt, my base, accursed treachery! My comrades think me honest to our cause: I could not have them to remember me With meteless loathing and extreme despite. Then what if, after all, I should not die? They'd nourish me to strength, care closely for me. Inspect with jealous eye my daily health. So that they might atone my heinous sin By hanging me. SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDERATE SCOUT. 81 Claudia. Yet you will let him liang? And for your crime? Home. I have no blame in that. He dared the dangers of his enterprise; In that I had no part nor due concern. Distant drums. Claudia. O God! Hear you the distant beat of drums? Will you lie here and know this murder done? Give me release. Let me go to his rescue! Home. Peace, woman! Ask no more of me! Claudia. Then, so! I'm done with pleading. Coward! craven! traitor! My tongue can syllable no term so foal As will define your unmatched loathsomeness! Yile, vicious gull! Weak, nerveless puppet! You knave of treachery and odium! You thing of rent and shredded honor! Home. You are creator of this prodigy. Claudia. It is not so! The creature sprang full- grown From out the dormant baseness of your soul! Drums. O piteous Heaven!. Make lenient his heart. Look! Caspar Home, I go to his relief! I'll break my oath to you and save his life! [Going. Home. And thus become the thing you so despise? Go, and become a fitting fellow to myself ; I'll live till your return to give you welcome. Claudia. [Reiurns.] Absolve me from my vow ! Leave me to go; Give me the contract that I gave to you. That I may make it witness to the truth. And free this hero from a hempen noose. 6 82 SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDERATE SCOUT. Home. And put me in his stead? I say you no! Claudia. It needs a new Promethean messenger To bring some spark of heaven to your soul. \_Clock strikes.] Q Christ! it is the hour of his death! Give me that paper. She excitedly attempts to find the contract. Give it me! Be quick! You will not let him die ! The hour has struck! He must be saved! Give me the covenant! Home. Claudia, keep back! You press upon my wound! Claudia. And you on mine! O pity! Let me go! She attempts to go; he clutches her hand. Home. You must not go! Claudia. Devil nor God shall stay me! She struggles to go; he to prevent her. Pray God I be in time! Eelease me, sir! In the fierce struggle he is pulled from the couch. Home. My wound doth bleed anew! Claudia, I sink»! Leave me not now! I choke and grow afaint! Tell not my crime! O God! the blood wells up! The flood gates of my life are broke asunder! Claudia, I die! Let my disgrace be kept! Keep still the carping world in ignorance! [Dies. Claudia. Forgive me, God, if I'm his murderer! Searches his bosom and finds the contract. O kindly Heaven! I pray there yet is time! Exit hastily. Scene 4. — At the scaffold. Soldiers in background and at sides. Davis seated on bench in foreground. Capt. Armstrong and others near. Davis. Captain, how long, think you, have I to live? SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDERATE SCOUT. 83 Armstrong. Bare fifteen minutes. Davis, Brief, in truth, the time, But amply long for me to bulge its bounds "With a review of all my evil doings. Howe'er, I will not muse upon such things. For meager space is now accorded me To make erasures in my tome of life. The volume is full brief and badly writ. But dull repentance shall expunge no blot Nor interline one page with vain excuses. As it is written, it is written so. Captain, tell me the tidings from the front. Armstrong. The latest battle is but two days old. Davis. Where was it fought? Armstrong. At Missionary Ridge. Davis. And who the victors, sir? Armstrong. Your enemies. Davis. Recount to me some features of the con- test. Armstrong. My tongue cannot keep step with such a theme. Howbeit, I'll curtly tale some of its points: Bragg showed a battle line twelve miles in length; Our force outranked their foes by thirty thousand. Toward the south there towered brawny Lookout, While to the east loomed Missionary Ridge. The bouts and skirmishes of the first two days Are owed but terse and limited regard. Upon the morning of the twenty-fifth The broil began, and like mad ocean's billows These seas of men advanced and made retreat, Surged on anew and made a new retirement. Until like waves upon the fretted main Their very violence wore out their action; With nightfall came the after-tempest peace Athwart the fearful wreckage of the battle. 84 SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDERATE SCOUT. Davis. Poor Southland ! Pitiful your gloomy plight! Your sore-taxed strength doth swale beneath its odds And scarce a twelve-month more ere you go down. Thank God, I shall not witness your defeat! I fain had learned far more auspicious news, Yet had I so my mind had been so joyous 'T would have robbed death of comely gravity. While now my humor suits my gruesome fall. Armstrong. The final moment is at hand. Davis. \_Rising.'] I'm ready. Armstrong. Young man, you cannot know with what regret I do discharge the office put upon me. Your post is much the choicer of the two, And I myself would almost readier die Than to fulfill this charge. Davis. Eue not so deeply The labor that is set for your performance. My heart has no harsh feeling toward yourself. You are a soldier, and but do your duty. Armstrong. I thank you for your kind assurances — . Sounds of approacliing hoof beats. Who is it rides with such an eager haste? Pray God he comes with pardon or reprieve! Davis. I do not hope for either. Armstrong. Yet, how welcome Were either! Davis. \_Aside.'\ True, O Christ! how true! Enter Capt. Chickasaw hurriedly. Chickasaw. Young sir, I com-e from Gen'ral Dodge. Davis. What is your message? SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDERATE SCOUT. 85 Chickasaw. He eagerly will grant you life and par- don If yon but name the traitor. Davis. No! Armstrong. Think, sir: 'Tis better that you yield to his request. It is not yet too late. Davis. It is too late! ^ Armstrong. Look you upon yon lethal instrument; It rises as a grim and fatal menace To your young life. You should not die like this. Accept the terms that Gen'ral Dodge here offers And fly a death so alien to your merit. Davis. If you've no more than that to proffer me, It were as well that you desist at once. Tell Gen'ral Dodge had I a thousand lives, And the relinquishment of each should sear And scorch my inmost soul with agony, I'd lose them all before I'd name this man! Thank him for his concernment for my life And say I died with umbrage toward none Who had an office in my taking-off. Armstrong. [To Chickasaw.'] Bear back this message to the General. [Exit Chickasaw. [To Davis] Young man, you've cut asunder your sole hope. Davis. Let it so be. I know my situation : I have not lightly chose this hated death. Last night I wrote a letter to my mother. And as I penned it, there, between the lines Stood out the picture of my boyhood's home. I saw each loved one in his proper place; Barring but him who stands before you here There was none missing from the homely hearth. 86 SAM DAYIS: THE CONFEDERATE SCOUT. Upon each face there dwelt a poignant woe: The tidings of my death had reached their hearts. This morning as I left my odious cell There lay within it, reft of active sense, She who is closer to my cumbered soul Than ev'ry organ of my sentient being. Those were the times for me to hesitate! Conduct me to my fate, sir. Armstrong leads him to the gibbet; the Chaplain precedes him up. Armstrong, Chaplain, to your duty. Chaplain, IPraijs.'] O Thou, the God of heaven and* of earth. Look on this scene with piteous concern. Forgive the hard occasion that commands This office to thy most reluctant servants. O pardon Thou the sins and faults of him Who stands to-day without thy massive gates And knocks for entrance to Thy sinless domain. We know, O God, that this our current deed Will live in human annals till that hour When thy last trump shall rouse th' immortal w^orld To shake death's manacles from its cramped limbs, E'en till the grave gives up its sheeted millions. Until the desert yields its scattered bones, Until stern ocean frees its shackled thralls And bids them to Thine ultimate tribunal: Therefore, O God, if that this deed be ill, Eaise Thy protest, forbid its further course, That we damn not our souls by its completion. If 't be Thy will that presently he die Into Thy hands we do commend his spirit. Enter Dodge hastily. Bodge. Withhold the execution! Armstrong. Is he pardoned? Dodge. Your answer lies with him, sir. \_To Davis.] I have come SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDERATE SCOUT. 87 To offer you one last advantage, boy. Give me this traitor's name, and you are free. Davis. I am now free, but did I grant this name I'd bind my conscience to a slavery 'Neath which 'twould sweat aud groan in endless serf- dom. You waste your words. Bodge. This is the final tender: Approaches scaffold closely. I know this traitor; will you second me If I do name him? Davis. No! You would but guess. Dodge. iAside to Davis.'] Bend down your ear. Is Cas- par Home the man ? Davis. lAside.] God! Does he know? But no! it cannot be! For if it were his terms were then fulfilled And he would bid me from the scaffold. {Aloud.'] Sir, I've spoke my last to you. Dodge. Then, have it so! I've done my uttermost to save your life; You are your own sole executioner. Here, Provost Marshal, order on the work. [Exit. Armstrong. If you have more to say, let it be said. Davis. [Handing trinkets to Chaplain.] Into your keej^- ing do I place these trinkets: Yonder, where join the branches of the Stone, She dwells to whom I owe my short existence: Send these to her and tell her of my death. Tell her I ever tried to be the man Her pride and longings begged I should be. And that I died for that I thought my duty. Tell her that through my ev'ry act has run The current of her precepts and desires. 88 SAM DAVIS: THE CONFEDERATE SCOUT. Say that my life was offered me, but that The price was not coequal with its value. Say this to her, and whatsoever else Your kindly sympathy may prompt you to. I've done — Hangman, your duty next — Be sure — He steps upon the trap; the trap is sprung. Commotion without; enter Claudia Bueke. Claudia. Merciful God! 'Tis over! Hateful spite, That stayed my timely coming! Gracious Heaven! Why could I not have saved his matchless life? Davis and Dodge — the after years will yoke These names in memory as martyr, tyrant — O cruel chance! 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