P s cc C,-' "C c ^_ ic-<\ < c ■C^.- « c cr c cd dcc^^^ CC C.C «i: c «:c ct. C. Those are certainly gentlemanlike accomplishments, but I think, my lad, you'll need something more to make you a gentleman. Nick. You mean to war fine close that ar'n't paid for. But, look here, Cap'n, you know your big black and red rooster ? I've got something to beat him. Cajjt. C. Have you? [Takijig snuff). Nick. Yes. [Taking out an immense tobacco leaf). It's a hock that I've raised from a little suckin chicken not that big. C. Capt. 'You mean a hawk. Nick. Didn't I say hock ? You may heel your rooster with two gaffs, one gaff and a slasher, or two slashers; I ar'n't carin. I only give my bird his natural gaffs. Capt. C We'll see about it ; but, Scout, where's your money ? Nick. Don't you bother about money ; the ole Oovernor gives me a big red purse full of yaller boys every month for watchin Injuns in the woods while your durned lazy Eangers are asleep in the block-forts, or runnin after gals. Besides, as long as varmints is born with skins on their backs, so long does money grow on trees for Nick Jarvis ; and THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 11 I'll bet on anybody or anything — always would. Why shouldn't I ? I ar'n't got no father nor mother, and never had any. Capt. C. Then, how the devil did you come into this world ? JSfick. I just come here so. First thing I knowed, was, a ole woman spankin me with a shoe, and I took to the woods, like a chipmonk that you'd tried to tame and couldn't. That varmint can't be tamed, he can't. Capt. C. And did you learn to bet from your associates in the woods ? Nick. No, that come just so. When I was goin to die with aguer, Dr. Blar tells me, " Nick, you've been a bad boy, and I'm feared you won't go to heaven;" and I says, ''Dr., what would be the use of me goin to heaven? I'd just be bettin which angel could fly the best." {Takes out pack of cards). Cap'n Carter, I'm mighty glad you come in; I was gettin lonesome. I always want somebody to talk to, and I'll keep company with any sort before I'll stay by myself. Capt. C. A compliment, upon my word ! Enter Sir Alexander and gentlemen, r. Sir A. Ah, Scout, are you there ? Nick. I reckon I am. Governor. Sir A. My lad, you and the young chief, Wenonga, are to be our guides. Nick. Anything you say, Governor, but there ar'n't no dependence to be put in yaller niggers, wild or tame. Sir A. Pshaw, my lad, you are prejudiced. Nick, I was. Governor, but the Doctor has done give me some bitters. Sir A. Gentlemen, be seated {all sit). We must settle our plans dif- ferently at this Council, for our arms and equipments are all ready. It only needs a vote of men and money by the House of Burgesses. But we wait for one of our number. Several. Who? Sir A. The tutor. Master Wellford. Where can he be ? Nick {at hack). Here he comes. Governor. Enter Welford, c. Sir A. Ah, Master Wellford, we were waiting for you. Wellford. Your Excellency, and gentlemen, I humbly beg pardon for my delay; but I have presumed so far on your Excellency's authority as to investigate another plan for this same expedition ; and I trust I have discovered somethino; of value. Sir A. Out with it then, man, and never halt at the presumption. Nay, hesitate not. Master Wellford, we are all friends here. 12 THE GOLDEN HOUSESHOE. Nick {aside to Brent and Carter). Specially his pet cat, We- nonga. Brent. Hnsli ! he's about to begin. Damme, Carter, the fellow looks like a cross between a pirate and a parson. CajDt. C. Listen, he's unrolling his papers. Wellford. Then, your Excellency, I perceive from these papers that your plan is to make an expedition with cavalry, in order that the five months of warm weather may be sufficient to accomplish the distance. Your design beina; to break the line of settlements with which the French are attempting to connect their position on the great Lakes with their other post at New Orleans. At the same time you propose to overcome the Indian power, and place all the tribes of Virginia under a Christian chief, who is to civilize and convert the Indians, and hold them by a sort of vice-regency, subject to her Majesty, the Queen. Sir A. Properly stated, sir. Gentlemen, you comprehend this plan ? All. We do. Governor. Wellford. The arms and equipments for two thousand men being all ready, the only difiiculty is, to obtain a vote of men and money by the House of Burgesses. Sir A. Aje, my lad, that's where we balk; that's where we are string- halted and spavined. Wellford. Then, sir, behold, I have the spurs to set in the side of this jaded steed, at the touch of which he shall leap the obstacle. Sir A. Clap 'em on, then, in God's name, and you shall wear gold ones for your reward. Wellford. The matter stands thus : with your body-guard and the three squadrons of Puangers, you have one thousand men; but you need a thousand more. Sir A. Fired off clean as a round shot. Wellford. I take it, sir, that this same ''Tramontane Order" is organ- ized by her Majesty's authority especially for this service, and the Order is composed of twenty-four of the wealthiest and best gentlemen of this rich colony, young, ambitious and ready for adventure ? Sir A. Else devil a one should follow me. Several. We are ready for anything, your Excellency. Wellford. Then, your Excellency, instead of waiting for the dilatory, and perhaps unfavorable action, of the Burgesses, proclaim at once that each member of the ''Tramontane Order" who brings fifty mounted followers to your standard, at his own cost, shall have a grant of twenty thousand acres of land in the valley beyond the mountains; and each private volunteer five hundred. 'THE GOLDEN JIORSESHOS. .13 Sir A. [rising). Young man, that's an inspiration from heaven. The Burgesses may go to the cleviL {Shakes hands with WeUforcT). All. Bravo! Master Wellfbrd, you've clapped on the spurs to some purpose. Any of us can raise fifty yeomen vohmteers in a month. Sir A. Come, gentlemen, brevity is the word for a soldier. In one month we will rendezvous at Germana, on the frontier, and to-morrow at sunrise all of you be off to your various counties. I'll give each one his commission for this service. Brent. But, Sir Alexander, what shall we do for this enterprising gentleman who has pointed us the way ? Sir A. He shall be my Military Secretary until we find something better for him. But let us break up our Council, for it only needs now for each one to collect his troop ; and, hark ye all, when the bell tolls for prayers, let not the Rev. Doctor read to empty chairs. Parke {aside). In the meantime I will attend to the new Secretary, and advise Wenonga. Nick {aside to Brent and Carter), And we'll go and look at the roosters. Col. John Spotsioood (aside to Parke). We'll go to the Bachelor's Wing for another bottle. Dr. Blair {taking NickJarvis by arm)'. Truly, my good young friend, I will take you to the library, for I have something of moment to say to you. [ Takes him off r.] Exeunt severally all except Sir A. and Wellford. Sir A. {taking Wellford's hands). Ah, my friend, would that we had that noble soldier there {pointi7ig to portrait) ; then, indeed, you might see a Captain worthy to head such a brave adventure. But, alas ! his fate overtook him on the very eve of his intended departure for the Colony, where he would have been safe, and with him fell one scarcely less brilliant, young Albert Parke. [Exit r.] Wellford {contemplating portrait). Aje, most noble, knightly heart, would thou couldst have found a home in this beautiful land, where fortune and nature smile on each other, and ambition finds new and glorious paths. Who so worthy to lead the youth of the New World to glorious achievements as that matchless star of modern chivalry, whose talentsi shone even by those of great Marlborough ? Plow the magic brush of the limner has sought that expression, firm, yet ineffably sweet. And how it recalls those memorable lines which he taught the young soldier to address to his lady love — ■..■> " I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more." 14 THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. Enter Hellen, l. . Hellen. Master Wellford. Wellford. Madam. Hellen. Forgive me, I pray you, sir, but I accidentally overheard tlie words which recall a friend more dear to me than all the world. I have often marked your looks bent on that picture, and longed to ask you if you knew that young soldier who fell in attempting Gen'l Elliot's rescue? Forgive me again, but grief breaks the bars of ceremony, Wellford. You allude to Col. Albert Parke ? Hellen. The same. Did you know him ? Wellford. None better. Hellen. And you repeated but now the lines he so often quoted, Wellford. I did. The picture recalled Parke so vividly, that, uncon- sciously I repeated the couplet which was constantly on. his lips at the time he went to the wars instead of returning to the Colony to espouse his betrothed. The lines show the young soldier's sentiment, Hellen. Alas, yes ! But after his brilliant career, after winning the favor of the Duke, and even of the Queen, what could have tempted him to that desperate adventure which cost his life? Sir, you see before you the broken hearted girl to whom you alluded as his betrothed. Wellford. Broken hearted ! I thought that beautiful young ladies found consolation for lost lovers in choosino; new ones. Hellen. A\\ ! Master Wellford, there are women who, over the mem- ory of a dead love, raise a shrine where they bring a worship scarcely less holy than that to God, Wellford. And Mistress Hellen is one of these ? — But you wish me to tell you that sad story of Parke's fall ? Hellen. Yes; however dreadful, it has a terrible fascination, and I would hear each incident, Wellford. Calm yourself. {They sii). I need not tell you how the young ensign of the Scotch Dragoons rose in reputation till on the glo- rious field of Oudenarde, serving on his Grace's personal staff, he was accorded the honor of taking the news of victory to the Queen ; and as that battle ended the campaign, he had also leave to return to the Colony and comsummate his long intended marriage. Perhaps the young lady herself can alone imagine his happiness as he hastened to lay his hard- won laurels at the feet of his mistress. Hellen. Cruel, cruel fortune, to be cut off in the zenith of fame and hope ! Wellford. Yes, that fickle goddess was about to prove how vainly her votaries count on her favors. Young Albert had scarcely reached Edin- THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 15 Viorougli, when he heard of the condemnation of his old commander, EUiot, as an adherent of the Pretender. The next morning the General stood on the scaffold, which was enclosed by a square of Infantry and Dragoons, to keep back the dense crowd, which was apparently on the side of the condemned. Suddenly a party of horsemen, headed by Parke, broke through the square and penetrated to the scaffold, crying, ''Rescue." A most desperate attempt; the fusileers, facing inwards, began firing on them, and the dragoons charged them sword in hand. 'Twas over in a moment. The people fled wildly in all directions, and but four of the rescue party escaped. Hellen. And those four? Wellford. The young leader was not among them; and we were left to conclude that his was one of the mangled bodies cast into unknown and dishonored graves. Hellen. Heavens! Was there no one to disssuade him from" such a useless, desperate venture ? Why, sir, why did you not ? You say you were his friend. Wellford. None more dear had he ; but what could be expected from a man whose affianced bride had proved false ? Hellen {indignantly). Sir ! Wellford. On the eve of that desperate adventure, Parke received a letter from his younger brother Henry Parke (Henry Parke appears at hack listening), announcing his own betrothal to Hellen Blair. Hellen. Oh, no! Master Wellford; Henry, though not of a noble nature like his brother, could never have been guilty of such terrible falsehood and treason. Impossible,' {Hisvng). Wellford {shoioing letter). As Albert's friend, 'twas my duty to examine his effects. Behold the proof. Hellen {reads). Dearest Brother, — In the full flush of thy bright fame, the 7iews I have to tell thee will not be so unwelcome as it might have been to the unknown student that thou wert; for surely the brightest beauty at court would gladly accept the brilliant Col. Parke, who brought the neios of Oudenarde to the Queen. Know, then that our old rivalry is at an e?id. Hellen has discovered that her heart wes really mine, and so, dearest Brother, thou shall return to embrace a sister instead of a bride. Thine lovingly, Henry Parke. God of heaven ! Can humanity conceive the thought ! Am I awake, or is this some frightful dream ? No, there are the words in. his own handwriting. What a fiend, to betray a brother to death, and take his 16 THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. bride! {Tears letter). God of vengeance, give me words to curse the wretch, and bring down some terrible doom, on his head. [Bell tolls. Exit Parke.] Wellford. Blasphemer ! That signal rebukes thee. Know that there are those who believe that Parke still lives. Hellen. Oh, sir, say those blessed words again, and the curse shall Ije changed to an humble prayer. Wellford. Kise, poor sufferer, that faint hope may be yours; but if Albert lives he is l;)ut a poor, proscribed exile, without friends or home, with a price set on his head. But calm yourself, for the signal for prayers will bring everybody to this room. The Major Domo lights candles in eandelabras. The organ playing a low anthem. The Dramatis PsRSONiE enter severally. Servants range themselves at back; Hangers on corridor, (^c, (^c. As Dr. Blair opens book a noise is heard. Sir A. PbOger Martin, see who dares to interrupt us. Roger M. General, the Sheriff of the Grand Court of Inquest comes to arrest a culprit. Enter the Sherif and tivo Balifs. Sheriff. I must humbly beg your Excellency's pardon, but I have a warrant for the immediate arrest of a person calling himself Henry Wellford. Several. The tutor ! Sir A. Silence, all. Sheriff, what is the charge against Wellford? Sheriff. First, that he has assumed the name and drawn the money of a gentleman in Scotland; second, that he is an attainted traitor. Henry Parke. Your Excellency, here is a letter from the real Henry Wellford, who is my kinsman; only ask this bold imposter if the hand- writing is his. Wellford. It is not. Sir A. What! Master Wellford, certainly you can meet this charge. Have you no friend ? Wellford. Not one. \_A little boy comes np ctnd takes his hand.] ■ 0' Clare. Stop, tutor, devil a bit will I see a man without any friend at all, and here's my hand. And you need not scowl at me, Mr. Harry Parke. Remember what I saw down by the garden wall. Barke. [Half draioing). Insolent fellow ! Sir A. How dare you, sir? Here, Roger Martin, arrest these two men. THE GOLDEN HOESESHOE. 17 0' Clare. One moment, General. You must know that the other evening, down behind the garden, I was looking at the water-fowl flying over the river to roost, when all at once I heard something just like your carving-knife when you put it on the steel at dinner; and, running up the path, there I beheld two gentlemen tilting at each other, luno-e and luno;, boot and boot — Wdlford. Sir, I charge you on your honor as a gentleman — 0' Clare. Be easy, tutor. No sooner did I see that. General, than I whipped out my rapier to part them; but I thank heaven. Dr. Blair, my christian charity got the better of my temper, and I pushed it back, and says I, "Get back, you little meddling blackguard; sure it isn't an O'Olare that would be after spoiling such a game as that." But the words were hardly out, when something comes sailing way over like a rocket, and what do you suppose it was ? All What? 0' Clare. Why, the diamond-hilted rapier, that the gentleman is so mighty anxious to draw. Sir A. Silence, all. Sheriff, take your prisoner. Tableau. Curtain. ACT 11. SCENE I. — Street in front of Be. Blair'vS house. Door and steps, c; Wicket-gate l. Enter Wellfoed, O'Claee and Jaevis, l, Wellford. Here, kind friends, we must part, for before the day dawns I would be far beyond the town on my way to Germana settlement. There I trust to find an old friend among the Monmouth refugees, and with him I shall find an asylum till fortune sends better times. But, 3 18 THE GOLDEN IIOESESHOE. Capt. O'Olare, let me know to whom I am indeljted besides yourself and the Scout ? 0' Clare. No, my dear sir, that's a secret, and whenever I speak about it, mum must be the word. I couldn't tell it to you without your finding out what it is, could I ? Don't you see that, Coonskin ? Nick. Just as plain as a bar's back tooth. G Clare. But you smile, and I'm glad of it. (Shakes hands). It isn't good-bye yet. Come to the Raleigh tavern yonder; I must give you a pass to get through the patrol guards. And don't forget when you want friends and money, here's two of the first, and as for the second, I'll lend you my last guinea, even if I have to borrow it. But it won't do to be Henry Wellford any more. Call yourself somebody else, and don't let anybody know that you are the person that you pre- tended to be. Wellford. My dear friend, for I take the privilege now of calling you so, have I not explained that — 0' Clare. My boy, I understand it perfectly ; I only want to keep you out of the clutches of that cantankerous fellow, Parke. Hey, Coonskin ? JSfick. True as a catechism. When I see his durned pretty face about, I expect to hear somebody holler ''Weasel in the hen-house;" that's the sort of varmint he is. Wellford, I only wish to assure you that I have a right to the name I have borne, and after the money I drew was paid, there was no crimi- nal charge; yet the suspicion, and this man's persecution are enough to make me follow your advice. I shall, therefore, after reaching Germana, ^ adopt some other cognomen, which I trust will have no duplicates; but I shall take the by-roads, as the Scout directs, or else the Governor's army will soon overtake me on their march. 0' Clare. To be sure; the new volunteers meet us at Germana. Mek. We start at eight o'clock this mornin, school master, but it's my idee that it'll be a good thirty days afore we reach them there moun- tains, even if the Injuns don't bother us. And why? Because soon as you get in the upper country, the bosses' feet will get sore travellin on the rocks. Wellford. Surely the Governor should have had the forethought to have his horses shod. Niek. Now, Schoolmaster, who ever heard on a horse with shoes? 0' Clare. I've seen 'em, Coonskin, but it was only dragoon horses, in the old country. Wellford. In this low^ sandy country, with soft roads, 'tis not necces- THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE, 19 • sary, but all horses for general military service in the field should be shod with iron. O Clare. Let us talk of this at the tavern; come. Wdlford. In a half-hour I must leave you. [Exit R.] Nick. Capt. Clare, I don't believe in killin anything but varmints and Injuns, but I wish you had let the School-master pink that Harry Parke. 'Twould have saved so much trouble, and he'd have made such a pretty carcass for Dr. Blar to preach over. G Clare. Coonskin, for a man who isn't a gentleman, you are the best fellow I ever saw. Nick. And, Capt. 'Clare, for a man who is a gentleman, you're the best man I ever seed. [Exeunt R.] Enter Parke and Wenonga, l. ■ Wenonga. Why have you brought me here ? Parke. To give you a convincing reason for following my advice. 'Tis one thing, Chief, to say a thing, quite another to prove it. I will prove to you in twenty minutes that 'tis your necessity, as well as your interest, to be guided by me. Wenonga. Speak, then, in Heaven's name. Parke. Then listen. You have promised to guide the Governor's expedition into the valley beyond the mountains, and in return he is to make you King over all the Western tribes, subject only to the Colonial Vice-PbCgency. Now, I happen to know that if the Governor fails, his already waning favor at Court is gone, and he will only be Governor until the commission of his successor can arrive. Wenonga. And who will that be? Parke. He stands before you. You seem wonder-struck. Before asking yqur confidence, I will prove my sincerity by giving you mine. Now, as for the Governor's promise to you, don't you see that it amounts to nothing ? When the tutor proposed that plan to settle the valley with the followers who volunteer, he seized the idea at once, without caring for his promise to you. Where are the Indians to live if these military adventurers cover the fairest of the land with immense grants ? Wenonga. I never thought of that. Parke. Think of it now, my friend; 'tis your interest as well as mine I have in view. - See you yonder window ? Since childhood I have • watched it as some fond dreamer watches the star which typefies his destiny; for in that chamber is the one woman for whom I would give the world ; to win whom has been the object of ten years of boyish courting, and 20 THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. five of manhood's scheming. The women of your race yield to love ; those of ours to wealth and power; and if I claim the lady's hand as the Governor of the Colony, if the worst comes to the worst, her father's office depends on my word, and she would sacrifice herself to save him. Wenonga. And would you take that pale, beautiful maiden, knowing that her heart is not yours ? Parke. You speak like a child. A pure woman must love the father of her children — 'tis nature's law. But to the point : As the Governor, I promise you ten times what Sir Alexander offers. Start not; if the army were ambuscaded in the mountain pass — Wenonga. You pause. What next ? Parke. Wenonga, I have heard that the men of the Shawnees were so careful of the virtue of their women, that those guilty of wantonness are subjected to the ordeal of fire. Wenonga. It is true; but what has this to do with the matter? Parke. Your sister, who lives here with Hellen Blair; — did you ever see her speak to Col. John Spotswood ? Wenonga. Never; why should she ? Parke. Now, my dear friend, control yourself, and remember that should you find any reason to strike Col. Spotswood, the surest method of revenge would be to destroy this same expedition. Do nothing hastily; and remember that the Ptangers are patrolling the streets. Look through that wicket, and you will see Col. John Spotswood stand- ing under your sister's window. He is to carry her off before day- break. Wenonga. Okee! Parke. Who's he? Wenonga. The Spirit whom the white men call devil, but the red men call a god. Parke. Why, Wenonga, where's your Christianity ? Wenonga. If this be true, Wenonga is again the child of the woods, and his name means in your tongue, Panther. Parke. Calm yourself, and remember that the Eangers are patrolling the streets, and anything done now would be discovered at once. Be sure my plan is the wisest. Conceal yourself in the shrubbery yonder, and when I put out this light Spotswood will whistle ; at that signal she will come down to him. Be careful, I say. {Exit Wenonga through gate). That savage only needs a little more civilization to make him a respectable criminal of the first rank. 'Tis the Indian nature, however, to prefer sneaking treachery to open, manly revenge; so my friend, Jack, is in no immediate danger. He deserves any fate for making a THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 21 friend watch while he carries off his wench. Now, by this trifling sac- rifice of a friend, I accomphsh more than years of honest labor could achieve. [Puts out street lamp). And after all, there's a certain dia- bolical pleasure in doing evil for its own sake. ( Whistle ivithout). Hark ! how the bird calls his mate, little thinking that the hawk is in the bush. A pretty office, forsooth* to put a friend to play sentinel, while he is billing with his red and yellow wood-pecker. Unter Col. John SroTswooD. Col. S. Parke, the devil is to pay; the patrol guard is in the College grounds, right between me and my horses. Keep the girl till I run to the barracks and send an orderly to bring them off. Parke. Thunder! man, the wench would not stay with me a minute; she hates me as she does the devil. Col. S. Then take my cloak and hat, and she'll think it's me in the dark. (Gives cloak and hat, taking Parke's). There, .go through the gate, and you'll find her under the third window. [Uxit, L.] Parke. And be locked in the arms «f a copper-colored beauty, on a mere plea of mistaken identity? Not a step do I stir. Ah, Master Jack Spotswood, for this you deserve anything, and my last qualm of conscience is extinguished. (Wenonga enters stealthily, stabs Parke, and exit L.) Fool ! idiot ! clog ! you've struck the wrong man. Help, murder ! [Falls on steps.] Enter Wellford, r. Wellford. A cry of murder! It seemed to be just here. Great Heavens ! a man lying on the Doctor's steps. [Bends over Parke. En- ter Hellen, c, and. holds light over them). PLellen. Henry Parke, and, and — Parke {rising on elbow). And the assassin, my enemy, the infernal tutor. (Wellford stands aghast, unable to speak. Enter Patrol Guards). Tableau. Scene closes. 22 THE GOLDEN IIOrvSESHOE. SCENE II. — A Corridor in tlio Governor's Palace. Drums heard within. Enter Hellen and Tomana, l. Hellen. Major, you are too well bred to aglc why I am out so early. Has his Excellency heard of Mr. Parke's being wounded ? Tomana. Yes, madam, but the General and the staff are about to mount, and he said nothing to me on that matter. Hellen. Is Col. John Spotswood in the palace ? Tomana. He is, madam. Hellen. Find him, Major, and say I wish to see him here. [Exit To- MAMA, R.) If I can but make up my mind to overleap the bounds of delicacy, and speak plainly and boldly, I may pierce the secret of this dreadful deed. And heaven forbid that false modesty should withhold me from an effort to save him. Henry Parke's evidence would certainly convict him before any court of law. What a fate, to be persecuted both by enemies and by fortune. Enter Col. John Spotswood. Col. S. Good morning, Mistress Hellen; if the old Major had ever made a mistake in his life, I should think he had made another now, and that it was my sister, and not me, for whom you called. Hellen. No, Colonel, I called for you. Sir, it is in your power to save an unfortunate gentleman, who is wrongfully accused of a crime. Col. S. Ah, I understand; of course you mean the tutor; but how can I save him? Hellen. The guards who have him prisoner are immediately under your command. Col. S. They are ; but it is for a civil court to try him. Hellen. In which case he will be condemned. Col. S. From what I hear, there is little doubt of that. Hellen. And will you see an innocent man condemned, when, without risk to yourself, you can save him ? Col. S. His guilt, or innocence, is a question for a court, not me, to decide. But what is your interest in this stranger ? Hellen. The interest which all good people feel in the friendless and unfortunate. Col. S. Very nobly spoken. Mistress Hellen ; but suppose I acknow- ledge the justice of what you say, how could I help the tutor? Hellen. By allowing him to esca,pe. THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 23 Col. S. Great God, Madam ! Would you propose to me to violate my honor as an officer ? Hellen. Nay, I would propose to you to retrieve your honor as a gentleman. Col. S. Madam ! Hdlen. Sir, answer me on your honor as a gentleman and a soldier, as one who boasts himself of the the best and most ancient blood of Scot- land, do you believe Wellford guilty of this crime ? Nay, do you not yt/ioio that he is innocent ? You hesitate; but let me ask another. Do you not know that the blow was intended for Col. John Spotswood ? For, remember, that Mr. Parke wore your cloak and hat. Col. S. You propound questions, madam, which I have the right, without violating the rules of politeness, to decHne to answer; and I do so with the utmost respect, regretting that you cannot ask me a service without suggesting a violation of my duty as an officer. Hellen. This is trifling, sir; and you only affect to misunderstand me. There is a higher law than the mere social codes which govern society, or those which kings and parliaments make; and that is the great law which forbids wrong to your fellow man. And I say to you solemnly, that if you have done anything to cause that murder, you commit a double crime in being the cause of the deed, and then refusing to save the innocent man who is accused. But you will do this, forsooth, sooner than violate your honor as an officer, as you call it. Col. S. I shall certainly not allow a prisoner to escape when my duty is to turn him over to the civil authorities. Hellen. Who, you know positively, will condemn him at once. Col. 8. That is their affair. Hellen. No, sir, it is your affair. I said I asked you to retrieve your honor, not to violate it. Let your own conscience ■ ask you, who is the primary cause of this deed and its consequences ? Was this same sense of honor of yours, which sticks at the violation of official duty to save an innocent man, always so sensitive ? Since how many hours is it be- come so immaculate, forsooth? Col. 8. Madam you fling out insinuations, which, allow me to say, come strangely from a lady. Hellen. Sir, I have said nought unbecoming a modest gentlewoman. I tell you again, if you are the cause of this frightful night's work, 'tis your duty, by that higher law of justice and truth, to save this man even at the sacrifice of yourself, or else you cause a second murder, worse than the first. What a pitiful piece of sophistry, to plead an official oath in extenuation of a murder ! Once for all, why did Henry Parke wear your hat and cloak ? 24 THE GOLDEN HOESESHOE. Col. S. Madam, you forget to whom you speak. Eemember that you are a minister's daughter, and blush to be rebuked by a man. Hellen. Sir, you forget to whom you speak. Eemember that you are a soldier's son, and that the escutcheon there on that wall, unsullied through long generations, but reminds you of your own degeneracy. By the principles which your sires have professed, there can be no perfect courage in the soldier whose honor as a gentleman is not stainless. Look into your heart and into your actions for the last three months and say have you those qualities which every man under your command expects in you. And look in the face of your prisoner, whom you are about to sacrifice to your own safety, and you will acknowledge your superior. Dare such as you to tell me to blush ? Son of the knighthood of Scotland, blush to be rebuked by a woman. Col. 8. I'll hear no more of this, madam. I scorn your insinuations. {Trumpets sound). Our trumpets sound to horse, and the Governor and all the officers are waiting for me. Farewell until you are in a bet- ter mood. Hdlen. Stay, sir; I demand by every rule of right and justice, that you shall save this gentleman ; do you refuse ? Col: S. I do, positively. Hellen. Then, by Heaven ! you shall answer a charge, instead of scorn- ing an insinuation. From yonder balcony I will proclaim to the assem- bled officers and gentlemen that Sir Alexander Spotswood's son, heir of his fortune, his title and his name, has betrayed the sister of his father's friend and guest. Col. 8. (aside). The Devil ! That ever a man should be brought to this; and all for following the demons of wine and women. Mistress Hel- len, you've stunned me, but I've come to again, more myself than I've been these six months. You can't understand how, one fault done, others must follow and follow, till we sink so low we can barely feel shame. But I have not a moment, for the troops must be marching even now. Trust this tutor to me — he's a happy fellow to have such a friend as you — and I will not only save him, but I will be his friend. Nay, do not mistrust me, I will place a paper in your hand which, if it is necessary to use, will exonerate him as far as in my power lies. I wish I could ask your forgiveness, but wait till I redeem my word. Hellen. You have it already with all my heart. (Hxit Col. S., l.) Now all my strength is gone, and I can only thank heaven that he is saved and saved by me. [Mai^ch played in the distance.^ . Enter Kate Spotswood, e. Kcite, Hellen, Hellen, I shall never laugh again. I've tried to per- THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 25 suade O'Clare that I didn't care for him all this time, and now at the last moment I find I do. Enter Lady Spotswood and O'Clare, r. G Clare. Come, fair ladies, the Eev. Doctor has read the service to the ''Tramontane Order," and the Eangers are marching by. From yonder balcony you may see them. [^Exeunt l.] [Scene opens and shoivs the courtyard. Balcoiiies R. & l., filled with Ladies withioreaths. The Governor and Staff c. Knights of the " Tra- mo7itane Order," and Square Banner; Colonial Banner 7^.; Brstish Ensign l.; Two llinisters in hlack standing on steps, l.; Bangers inarching at 6aeZ:.] Tableau. Curtain. ACT III. SCENE I. — An Outpost of the Colonial Army in a narrow Mountain Pass, by Moonlight. A Bivouac of Eangers at back, and a Sentry on post. CoL. John Spotswood lying down infroyit. Col. S. At last, after toilsome marches, we have reached these moun- tains, and by good luck find the pass unguarded; at least so Wenonga reports. And, so far, all seems to go well. Yet an irresistible present- iment of disaster possesses me. Wenonga stands at my father's side, his guide and his fiiend, trusted implicitly; and if he meditates treason, he certainly has a terrible opportunity. Still I dare not say a word to Sir" Alexander. {Calling) Sentry, have you heard anything in front? Wellford {at hack). Nothing, your Honor; save the constant scream of the panther, all is still as death. Col. S. As still as death. I would I could shake off this feeling or premonition, that fairly mades a coward of me. Here, Sentry. (Well- ford advances and salutes.) This is tlie first time I have spoken to you 4 26 THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE, since I clianged you from a prisoner to a soldier; I must say that you make a better ranger than tutor, and I congratulate you. For the rest, the metamorphose from Master Wellford to the dashing Eanger Clifford, is so remarkable, that I have no fears of discovery. I would fain ask where you learned to be such a perfect soldier, but you may have reasons for reserve, which I shall respect. {Rising) There is one question, however, which I have the right to ask; [giving him his hand,) but I shall ask it as a gentleman and a friend, not as your officer. Wellford. And it shall be answered, though the doing so placed my reputation, life and hopes in your hands. To save a man from death is service which might be repaid ; to save him from disgrace and dishonor, is one which could only be acknowledged; and even if it could be re- paid, believe me, I would prefer to have the obligation remain; for I hold him of a mean nature who would play the miser with his grat- itude. Col. S. Master Wellford, I have marked your bearing in the skirmishes of late, and might well have admired your courage, but that is some- thing which I can understand. What I cannot understand, is the calm, unwavering fortitude with which you have faced misfortunes, before which any man I ever saw before must at least have flinched. Is it religion ? You seem to be no fanatic. I know not which to call you, a great martyr or a great criminal. Wellford. Neither. Since boyhood I have trod those paths of adven- ture — to use a light name — which, to the thoughtless and foolish, teach recklessness and crime, but to some teach a sublime faith. If I have done ought which the world's laws pronounce crime, it has been the result of cruel fate and unfortunate circumstances. But this plea is nothing either to society or law. On the decks of these Eovers that swarm over the seas and fill the world with tales of cruelty and crime, in the history of many a hardened wretch, you would find a youth, brave, honest and generous, whom the world had kicked and disgraced for some petty offence; and the very sensitiveness which characterizes a generous heart, was the thing which made him what he is. Col. S. And you are one of these ? Wellford. No. The plea which I have urged for others, I would urge for myself; but I have never been weak enough to act from low motives. For safety, or for. ambition, or profit, or even from revenge, I could never have conceived the idea of striking a fellow creature. I have learned in misfortune itself to read a lesson. Col. S. A sublime faith. But I should not have taken you for what we call a church member, THE GOLDEN HOESESHOE. 27 Wdlford. I am not; tlioiigli I accept tlie christian faitli; I read its divine principles at a higher shrine tlian altars made by man. Col. S. And that? Wellford. Is the great dome over our heads, where millions of worlds proclaim the God of beauty and love. Col. 8. You are a strange man, indeed. But 'twas not on such ques- tions I wished to claim your confidence. Two weeks ago our horses all broke down, and the little army, scattered over ten miles of trackless forest, might have been cut off at any moment. And all because none of us had thought of having our steeds shod for the march. Wellford. I had wondered that your father, an old dragoon, had not foreseen that the horses could not travel barefoot in the rocky hills as in the sandy low country. All horses for military service should be shod. Col. S. To be sure ; but to the point. When the Governor, in despair, was about to turn back and give up his long projected enterprise, a Pbanger slipped into his hand a note, which suggested the simple plan of forging our wagon tires into horseshoes, and four days afterwards we could resume our march. Now, sir, are you not that Eanger who offered that suggestion ? Wellford. I am. Col. S. Then you must know that the Governor has changed the badge of the "Tramontane Order" to a Golden Horseshoe. The motto, " 8ic juvat transcendere monies ;" and his dearest hope, next to the success of this expedition, is to find and reward the individual to whom he is so much indebted. Now, my dear sir, let me have the pleasure of leading you to him and saying, here is the man to whom you have been twice indebted, and he is a soldier and a gentleman, who can wear with grace and credit any honor you bestow. Wellford. Impossible. Col. 8. And why ? Wellford. Henry Parke has asserted that I was his murderer, and whether he recovers or not, I have not the means to rebut his evidence. Col. 8. And do you divine his motive for this persecution ? Wellford. In part I do. We have met before, long years ago, and I have cause to dread his hatred, which will not hesitate even at perjury and cold blooded murder. Col. 8. Damn the fellow ! He had deceived me completely and won my confidence and regard. But I can meet his assertion, for I know positively that Wenonga was the assassin, and the blow was intended for me. 28 The golden eobseshoe. Wellford. For you ? And the enemy of the son is nOw the father's adviser and friend. Col. S. Even so, my dear sir ; and what thinly you of that ? Wellford. My dear Colonel, you surprise and alarm me. The Chief must meditate some treachery. Col. S. You echo my own fears. Wellford. He passed this post this evening just as we camped, and • showed the Governor's signet ring. With that he can give any. orders in the Governor's name. Ever since dark the forest has resounded with the cry of the whippoorwill and the scream of the panther. Now, you certainly are aware. Colonel, that Indians, when managing a surprise, substitute the whistle of birds and the cries of animals for the warwhoop. Hark ! [Father scremns.] Col. iS. But if the savages are surrounding us, they would not attack till our camp fires are out and our men asleep. Wellford. On the contrary. Colonel, they will attack while the camp fires afibrd them a mark for their arrows. [TrumjM aivay in the distance.^ Sergeant (at hack). Third relief take post. [Wellford walks up stage and salutes relief sentinel.'] Col. S. Sergeant, this ranger goes with me; I will send you another in his place. Keep a sharp lookout, and send a vidette forward pres- ently. We fear the savages meditate a night attack. Sergeant. Very well, your Honor. Col. S. My dear friend, here ,we are in the very jaws of the pass, and a surprise would be fatal. You, who are so ready with expedients, what do you suggest ? Col. S. Simply to urge the Governor to abandon the warfare which suits cavalry in the open plains of Europe, and to take the enemy on their own tactics which alone suit the woods. Col. S. Most wisely said, but how to persuade my father. Wellford. You are second in command. If necessary, draw back a part of our force and attack the lurking savages by skirting around the mountain side. Col. S. My dear sir, they would be twenty to our one. Wellford. Let them be fifty to one; our arms are superior, and as for odds, may God be praised, history has no record of a field where any race of men in fair fight could stand against the warlike Englishman; and in this Western world. Heaven intends him to be the conqueror. Col. S.. Nobly spoken. Master Wellford, but to-night I am but half a man. I am overcome by a premonition of misfortune. THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 29 Wellford. A fig for premonitions; the enemy is near, let fear and hesitation to the rear, and in front let ns bear such resolute hearts that at the first assault these savages shall feel their masters, \_Exev/iit, L.] Sentry [at hack). Halt! Who goes there? Wenonga [toithout). Wenonga. Sentry. Pass, Wenonga. [Wenonga enters, in dumb slioio, gives orders to the Sergeant, showing the Governor s ring. The Sergeant assembles the picket guard and takes them off l. u. e. Wenonga looks in different directions, list- ening. Trumpet sounds in the distance as before. Tie bends his boiv, lights the head of an arrow in the fire, at back, and shoots in the air. Signal fires are lighted all around the mountain side. Wenonga waves his hand; two Indians appear at back. Enter Wellfoed, l. 2d E. As the Indians are about to rush on him he presents his carbine. Tableau. Scene closes. SCENE II.— The Front of the Governor's Tent. Enter Sir Alexander, O'Clare, Brent a7id Eoger Martin from the tent. Sir A. Gentlemen, to-morrow we shall see the sun rise on that beauti- ful valley which is the object of all our hopes; and when we have estab- lished two block'house forts strong enough to hold our conquered domain, we will march merrily back to our sweethearts and wives, and next spring will come forward again and push our English posts even to the bank of the great river, two hundred miles beyond; and if the d — d Frenchmen think that they are to have any of this great and glorious land, why, I'm only glad that we shall meet better adversaries than half naked savages. But I have written to the Kev. Doctor to cause a golden horseshoe, set with rubies, to be wrought for each of our bold knights; and that, henceforth, shall be the badge of the ''Tramontane Order." How glad would I be to find that ranger who gave us the idea. 0' Clare. Faith, General, that same ranger saved us, for we just got ready in time not to be too late. If the Indians had caught us scat- tered through the woods, as we had been, nursing sore-footed steeds, it's 30 THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. my opinion that tlie last one of us would have been scaliDC cl, and we could only have gone back to the sweethearts and wives and said that everybody had been killed, and none left to tell the tale. Brent. But, General, it seems strange that the savages should have attacked us a week ago in the Horseshoe Camp, and ther. suddenly drawn off and left the pass unguarded. Roger Martin. Why, General, they had enough of it that day. But I only wish you would always let our trumpets and kettle-drums sound the charge, or the recall, or to deploy as foragers, or whfotever's to be done, for I don't like to go into a fight without the proper calls sounded, no more than a christian man to eat his dinner without a grace. Sir A. Ah, you old war-dog ! Well did Marlbrook teach his soldiers that to fight was to win ; for he is the only great Captain the world ever saw that never lost a battle. But this is different warfare from all those glorious fields, and it behooves us to be wary. , But, gentlemen, where can Wenonga be ? I trust to him entirely for information. I wonder he is not here. O^ Clare. General, it must be because he is somewhere else. Brent. O'Clare, you always see farther than anybody else. But, Gen- eral, here's the Scout. Enter Nick Jarvis, l. . , Sir A. Why, Scout, what's the matter? You look like a drowned rat. Nick. And I feel like a skinned rabbit. [To Martin.) Old man, hold me up till I catch my wind. Governor, I'm come to tell you that .you're a gone coon. The Injuns have treed you. All. What? Nick. Your pet yaller cat, Wenonga, has brung you into this holler purpose to scalp us all. I smell yaller niggers all around us now. Sir A. The Devil! Nick. That's just what I say. Sir A. But how do you know this ? Be quick. Nick. As the man said to the turtle he was bettin on. Well, General, do you see that there big mountain ? I was standin on top of it at sundown, studyin wliar the sun went to when she goes down, and way to the South I see a white cloud of smoke go right up straight into the element; and in the West another came up out of a deep holler, and in the North another start up off of a ridge ; and then I looks to the East- and what you reckon I seed ? Sir A. Another pillar of smoke? THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 31 Nick. A yaller and green squarpion seven foot high. Brent. The Devil ! Nick. So it was. 8ir A. Scout, this is trifling ; come to the point at once. Nick. That's what we did, General; there was the Injun, painted and iled all over, right facin me, and her settin agin a tree ten steps off. Sir A. Her ? who's her ? Nick. My gun. The Injun fetches me a wallup on my gourd with his club. Governor, did you ever see two cats fightin? Well, some- times you think they are fighting when they ar'n't. A cat is a funny varmint. "Well, then, we had it, my two claws in his wizen, and his two hold of my har, — blessed if I didn't think my sculp was gone. Down the mountain we rolled, over an over, and busted into a branch; and then, thinks I, Nick Jarvis, you'll never roast no more oysters agin the chimney corner, nor run gals in the whortleberry bushes. Then I didn't know nothin. And when I come to, minnows was nibblin at my ears, and that Injun didn't know whether he was choked to death or drownded. Sir A. But what has this to do with Wenonga ? Nick. Lordee, Governor, you ar'n't got no more suspiciousness than a suckin goslin. Them four fires means four tribes of yaller niggers- Here's what I took off of that Injun's carcase. (Shows two pieces of white harlc). Don't you know Wawassett, the Chief of the Tuscaroras, means Standin Bar ? Thar's his picter with his love letter. 0' Clare. And Wenonga means Leaping Panther. Sir A. and Brent. So it does. Nick. Thar's his visitin card. Sir A. Great Heavens ! Gentlemen, we must be on the lookout. P^o- ger Martin, order the outposts to be doubled. Enter a P^angee, e. Banger. General, Capt. Brooke sends me to report that the pickets have been withdrawn by order of the young Chief. Sir A. Thunder and lightning ! And the traitor has my signet. What else ? Banger. The Captain ordered me to say to your Honor that he has just caught an Indian in the woods, and that many of them have been seen right up to the camp. Sir A. Tell Capt. Brooke to send me that prisoner at once. Stay, let him bring the prisoner to the centre of our camp, where he wiU find 32 THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE, me. {Exit Eanger, r.) Koger Martin, set our two banners in tlie centre of the camp, and that shall be our rallying point. Let the trumpets sound the ''General/' and our men will all understand that it is the signal to form. Brent. General, had we not better retire a little out of the narrow pass. Sir A. Not an inch. Here will we fight it out, O'Clare, come with me; and you, Capt. Brent and Jarvis, remain here, and tell all messen- gers that I will return directly. \_Excunt L.] Nick. Captain Brent, I ar'n't carin so long as I can see how to pint her. [An arrow passes through the tent.^ Ca,pt. Brent. What's that ? Nick. Another visitin card. [Enter an Officer, r. Off. Where is the General? The savages are creeping on the camp from all sides, and we are surrounded. Nick. We know all that. {Putting out lights.) This is the way to fight yaller niggers; keep 'em from seein you. [Shots heard. Officers enter r. & l.] Officers! Where is the General ? What are the orders ? &c., &c. Enter Wellford, r. Wellford. Where's the General ? Brent. The General is in the centre of the camp, giving his orders. Wellford. If he is not here, I have his orders. Several. By what authority ? - Wellford. By this. [Holdijig up signet.] Several. A light. ;[Jarvis holds torch to Wellford's /ace.] Brent Gentlemen, it is the Governor's ring. What are the orders, Banger ? Wellford. Thus the General orders : Let each Captain draw back his men to the skirt of woods East of the camp, keeping his men dismount- ed, with orders to use only their firelocks. Let them lay low, and not fire a shot till the savages occupy the camp. Then while they are plun- dering we will direct our fire by the camp lights; and at the signal, charge; while a party will skirt the mountain side to take them in the rear. Several. A good order. Wdlford, Away, then, gentlernen, each one to his post; remem.- THE GOLDEN HOESESHOE. 33 ber the Governor's iustructions, and ton minutes will give us a vic- tory. [Trumpets. Exeunt severally.] [JVoise of the aetioii heard. Then the scene ojxns, shoioing tlce mountains and camv on fire. Wellford holding the color, and standing over the Governor. Rangers and Indians around.] Tahlectu. CuKTAiisr. ACT IV, SCENE I.— Same as Act II. Enter Lady Spotswood and Kate, r., meeting Tomana. Lady 8. Major, is tliere no news yet? Tomana. No, my Lady, tlie square is full of people, but there's not a soldier in sight. Kate S. Mama, the good old Doctor is in his observatory, and he promised to send us the first news; with his great telescope he can see a mile or two beyond the town. Lady S. Then, Major, go to the Doctor's oljservatory yonder, and beg him to come to us; and you, take his place and let us know when the army appears on the road. [Exit Tomana, c.) My dear, your father, like a veteran soldier, keeps an eye to the "pride, pomp and circum- stance," and he is waiting to. collect all the stragglers before he marches into his capital. I would he could have brought your brother with him, but, as we hoar, it was safer to leave him in the block-house beyond the mountains until his wound is cured. I trust in Heaven when he re- covers 'twill have proved a wholesome, though a terrible lesson. Kate S. Amen ! with all my heart. Lady S. But let us think now only of welcoming our victors. The Reception in our Vice E,egal Court of Virginia this night, shall be the most brilliant ever known. {Cannon in the distance.) But Heavens ! What is that ? 5 34 THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. Kate S. Mama, 'tis the guns of a ship in the river; for I remember when Oapt. Maynard fouglit tlie pirates tlie guns sounded just Hice that. Lady 8. You are right, child, but what can it be now ? Enter Dr. Blair, c. Lady S. and I^ate. Doctor, wliat is tliis we hear ? Dr. B. Your Ladyship, a vessel of war has been beating up the river all the afternoon, and but now, as she tacked and ran into harbor, she hauled the royal ensign to the fore and fired her guns, which means that a royal messsenger is on board. Lady S. Now, I trust in Heaven her Majesty has heard of Sir Alex- ander's victory over the Indians. Dr. B. Let us hope for the best. At least if the Queen has been over persuaded by his Excellency's enemies at court, his present success will serve to reinstate him in favor. I long to see tho Governor, if only to place in his hand these beautiful badges for his ''Knights of the Golden Horseshoe," for so he declares the order shall be henceforth called. And your Ladyship's own hand must place this one richly set with diamonds, on the breast of our veteran old warrior; and Mistress Kate will easily find some gallant to adorn with another. Kate S. Ha, ha, ha; Doctor, believe me, it will require all my filial duty, backed by the maternal command before I put that bauble on O'Clare's neck, and even then I'll make it a badge of petticoat tyranny rather than of a manly s})irit. But where is Hellen? Lady S. Yes, good Doctor, where is Hellen ? Do you know I must recant all my accusations against the tutor ? for I think Hellen fancies him more than you would believe, or perhaps like. Dr. B. Nay, I leave such matters in the hands of that power wliich controls all destiny; and I do think that the worst way to manage a young woman in matters of love is to order her. Lady S. Indeed, Doctor ? Kate S. Ah ! What a wise, good old Doctor. Just persuade my mother to that, and then see me snap my fingers at O'Clare, and let him go. D. B. My dear, 'twould but give you the trouble of calling him back. But who's this trying to open the gate? [Nick Jarvis tries to opcti tlie wicket gate ; then climbs ooer.] Lady S. and I^ate. The Scout. Dr. B. Why did you come that way, my lad? Nick. Your servant, ladies; yours, Dr. Blar. You see I always take short cuts, Besides, do you reckon I'd ever got here if I had come by fi-IE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 35 that crowd of folks in the squar yonder ? Doctor, my pony's on your backyard meadow. Dr. B. Never mind that; where is the Governor? Lady S. And when will he arrive? Kate S. Begin at the beginning, Scout. Nick. Hadn't I better start at the eend? Well, the Gov'nor will bo here before I'm done answerin all your questions, and so it 'pends on how many you can ask. All his soldiers are scattered for ten miles, one at every cabin and plantation where there's a petticoat. The Gov'nor sends his officers up and down to get 'em all up in a drove, and the officers stops to talk to the gals; and then the Gov'nor stands in the road, sweats and cusses, and, says he. ''Whar's my staff? whar's that d — d young fool, O'Clar ?" Beggin of your pardon, ladies, that's just what he said. Dr. B. Well, Scout, what about the battle ? Lagy S. Yes, the battle. Kate S. The battle, Scout. Niek. I'm not good at runnin a back trail, but howsomever, you must know that the Gov'nor got all of us into the holler of the mountains, and he was settin in his tent, and everything lookin peaceful as a ole woman's chimney-corner, when all at once says he, " Gumbo, fetch my big snuff-box, I smell yaller niggers." All. What? Nick. Injuns. And so it was. Then thar was such a squeelin, shootin of arrows and guns, and scratchin and tearin as you never did see. Directly the Injuns knocks down the Gov'nor and grabs the flag. Up comes the school-master and makes his long sword go this way and that, just like the arms of the wind-mill down on the pint yonder; and the arms, heads and legs of Injuns laid round in a pile, so you had to chmb up and look over before you could see him. All. The Tutor ? Nick. The school-master. Then we takes the Gov'nor down to the branch and washes off his head, and, says he, ''Whar's that ranger?'' Says Capt. 'Clare, ''General, that ranger don't want to be known." "Pshaw!" says the Governor, "I know him, and I want to tell him how I don't believe he done that murder." Ilellen. {Standing in doonoay, c.) Thank Heaven ! Lady S. Why Hellen ! LIcllcn. Go on, Scout. Nick (aside). I will go on. That lady is the likeliest femak ever I saw, but I'll find out what she thinks of the school-master, Then the 36 THE GOLDEN HOESESHOE. Gov'nor says, "What could have put that Henry Parke up to say in that Wellford murdered him? Sure as I'm here, the boy is innocent." And then the Gov'nor put on a pious look, same 's if he was sayin of his prars, and, says he, ''I don't like to speak so of the dead, but sure as I'm a good member of the English Church, that there Henry Parke was a d — d rascal. Lady S. and Dr. B. But the Tutor. Nick. We goes to look for him, all through the woods, and directly up on the mountain side, where had been a hard fight, lying in the moonlight as still and as white as one of the tombstones in the church-yard yonder, there lay the brave ranger, and the Gov'nor says, "God rest his soul, for a braver heart never beat !" Hellen. What? Nick [quickly). I didn't say he was dead. Pie was only sort o' flum- muxed by the lick of a war club. Hellen. Then he is safe ? Nick. I don't know; he may have ketched the aguer since he come back to the low country. \_Music in the distance.^ All exelcmn. The Governor. Nick (aside). Now they think I ar'n't got no gal at all, but I reckon I can run a trail without barkin; and I'm studyin how to break cover. I've hunted all varmints except a gal, and she beats my time. Dr. B. Come, ladies; from the observatory we may catch the first glimpse of them. [BJxeu7it Dr. B., Lady S. and Kate S., c] Hellen. Scout, you are a friend of this gentleman, and a friend, too, worth having. Answer me a question seriously; does he or the Governor know that Mr. Parke has recovered from his wound ? Niek. Miss Hellen, I am a friend to the school-master. Let me ask you one question; did you ever see two stags fightin with their horns locked ? Hellen. No. Nick. Well, sometimes in the woods the hunter finds the white bones of the two varmints with the horns so locked that no human hand can get 'em apart. And the reason why that fight was so savage, was, be- cause the prettiest doe in the forest was standin by, and when she saw the two lying stark and cold, she just frisked away to look for other lovers. And that's the way it'll be between these two men, for varmints and people are more like than you think. We didn't know that' Mr. Parke was well, but as for the school-master, why, see, yonder he rides by the Gov'nor's side, wearin the Gov'nor's sword, and carryin the flag. [-Exit R.] THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 37 JSelUn. Alas ! misfortmie seems tn liave marked him for lier victim. See how he comes, flushed with pride and hope, and only once more to face a new ordeal. If I am the unfortunate cause of all this, then Heaven show me the way to help and save him. Enter Sir Alexander and Wellford, l. Sir A. Ah, my pretty Hellen. But see, here's a friend returned full of honor, and cleared, we hope, from all past trouble : only he refuses all reward, and insists on still being plain Master Wellford. Hellen. And as Master Wellford we will welcome him, for we know that he can honor any name he bears. Wellford. Madam., your compliment is fairly given and gratefully ac- cepted. Hellen. Nay, 'tis no compliment; but. Sir Alexander, Lady Spots- wood and my father are waiting for you within. Come; and you, Mas- ter Wellford. Enter Parke, r. Parke. Stay, Master Tutor. Wellford. Well, sir. Sir A. Damme, sir, I thought you were dead. Parke. Your Excellency seems disappointed; but Heaven has spared me to unmask the impostor and bring the would-be murderer to justice. I demand his arrest. Hellen. Ah, Sir Alexander, remember that this is his mortal enemy, v/ho may swear away his life. You have the right and the power to save him. You are the Queen's Vice-Gerent, and may act as Pioyalty itself would. Sir A. Very well said, young lady, but I tr"3t Master Wellford is able to rebut these charges. Wellford. Your Excellency, I am ready to meet them at any moment. What are they ? Parke. The real Henry Wellford, whose name this imposter bears, arrived in port but an hour ago, as the bearer of dispatches to your Excellency. I am ready to offer my oath that this man was my would- be assassin. S-ir A. Mr. Parke, my son. Col. Spotswood, has assured me by a good proof, that the blow was struck by Wenonga. Parke. Your son's mere opinion is nought against my positive oath. I demand the assassin's arrest. Wellford. Your Excellency, I am entitled at least to a short space of 38 THE GOLDEN flOESESHOE. time to find my witnesses. You have offered me the epaulette of an officer, and the badge of the Golden Horseshoe, both of which I have de- clined. A soldier who bears even the pennon of a single squadron, is entitled to parole. I only ask three hours, and to-night, in your full court, will I confront this accuser, and will either confound him, or give myself to the scaffold. Hellen {aside). What can he mean? Farke. Your Excellency will surely not parole an assassin, with the proof before you of his guilt. Sir A. That is my affair, sir. Master Wellford, you have your parole till eight to-night. Be prompt to the moment. Come, Mistress Hellen. • [Exit g.] Hellen. Come, Master Wellford, my father will wait to see those charges made good before he believes them; and as for me, I never will. Wellford. {leading her to door, c.) My thanks, madam, from my heart. I have no fear of this gentleman, come he in any shape he may choose. Parke. We shall see. And you, Hellen Blair, once for all, beware how you slight my warning. Wellford. Beware, you. 0n this spot, the scene of your proposed perjury, I defy you. Before to-morrow's sun, the deadly game will be done, and one of us will have fallen forever. Desperate gamester, the stake is for life or death, fame or dishonor. Lose, and you get the mercy you intend for me. Parke. Vile impostor ! The stake seems to be something more. You shall not escape through your patron's indulgence. [Draws.'] Hellen {heiioeen them). Forbear, sir, you know not who it is you would strike. Tableau, Scene closes. SCENE n.— Same as Act II. Pinter Nick Jarvis, fantastically dressed. JSfieh. 1 thought I heard a fiddle squeak, and so I reckon the big ball is goin to begin. If I hadn't paid for these here fine close, I'm blessed if I wouldn't feel like a gentleman. Just to think of that young lady takin on so for five years about her dead lover, and all at once to take up with a stranger. As I said, a gal is unlike to any other varmint. THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 39 If you try to stalk her, slie'll wind you, even if you're to Icward of her. If you chase her, she'll double equal to a grey fox, and even after you've cotclied her, she'll turn to and make believe like a 'possum or a kill-deer. But I've noticed how ducks would come to a blind out of curossity, and turkies will do the same ; so I reckon the best way is to call her to a blind. [ Whistles a tune.] Enter Lucy, r. Lucy. Why, Nick, is it you ? Niek. Well, I reckon you can tell. What's the use of puttin on so, Lucy ? you ar'n't got no more feelin than if you was a born lady. Lucy. Well, did I ever ! I'm sure I wish I had been. Nick. I thought you'd say so. But, Lucy, tell me, did you ever see a big bumble bee light onto a red rose ? Lucy. What a question ! No. Nick. Then I'll show you how he does. {^Kisses her.] Lucy. You impudent fellow ! Suppose somebody sees you ? JSfick. Pshaw ! Do you think I'd have made a blind for you if any- body was comin along ? But, Lucy, answer me another question, like a catechism. Suppose I'd have been sculped by the Injuns, would you ha' gone and let some other fellow tree you ? Lucy. What? JSflck. Tree you ; you know what I mean. But of course you ar'n't goin to say. Lucy, did you ever see a chipmonk ? Lucy. No ; what is it ? . JSfick. Why its the prettiest, beautifuUest, sleekest little varmint you ever did see, and the hardest to tame; but if once you do tam.e him, he'll crawl up into your buzzom and lay there as trustful as a little baby. And that's the way I'd like to tame you. Lucy. But why do you call a girl like a wild thing ? Nick. Because they are the prettiest. But, Lucy, the Gov'nor's a goin to give me a big plantation out West, and I'm a goin to build me a cabin there right 'by a big spring; skins of varmints hung all round the walls, and over the chimney-piece a picter of the Gov'nor, like ole Walter Baleigh's on the tavern sign. Lucy. What else ? Nick. Up over the bed, two stag's horns, and her hangin onto 'em. Lucy. Her } Nick. Pshaw ! I didn't mean you; I meant ^, my gun. You don't think I'd leave my little chipmonk out in the cold. Now there's no use in puttin on; [enter O'Olarb and Kate, l.,) this here's as lonesome 40 THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. a place as you'd find in a mile. [Tenderly.) And then, what I was goin to say is — [Luey sees the others and runs off, e.) Come back, Lucy, I wasn't goin to be sassy. Durn my luck ! Nick Jarvis, you're a durned gander, to go and scare the gal that way. 0' Clare. Ha, ha, ha. Ooonskih, you missed it that time. Kate. Fie, Scout, making love to the girls ? Nick. Well, I reckon it's catchin, but I was just tellin the gal about the land the Gov'nor give me out West. Kate. And you were bargaining for somebody to keep you company. 0' Claire. But, Coonskin, how will you settle up that country ? Kick. Well, if I was to say, I reckon that lady would turn as red as your cock's comb. [Kxit l.] Kate. What does he mean ? 0' Clare. Faith, Kate when we are married you may know, but not before, unless you find out. But hark ! The guests are arriving, and the Chamberlain will call the first minuet directly. [Kzeunt r.] SCENE III— Same as Act I. The Governor in his seat, R. H.; Lady Spotswood, Ladies and Gentle- men, L.; O'Clare, Brent and Nick Jarvis in front, l.; the Cham- berlain at back. A minuet. Chamberlain. Your Excellency, the outer hall is crowded with dis- tinguished personages, who wait to be presented. Sir A.' A moment, Mr. Chamberlain, and wait till the tutor, Master Wellford, comes. Kick. Capt. 'Glare, I'm bettin on the school-master. Brent. And I'm giving odds on Parke. O'Clare. If you are after betting with me, lend me the money, and if you lose, faith, you won't have the trouble of paying. Kick. That's true; but stop, I catch a whifi^ of pisen; he's comin. Brent and O'Clare. Who? Chamherlaiii. Henry Parke, Esq., Speaker of the House of Burgesses. Enter Henry Parke, c. Kick. Now we are ffoin to have it, as the rattlesnake said to the moc- casin. Parke. Your Excellency, I am here to redeem my pledge. Chamberlain. The Sheriff of the Grand Court. [Enter Sheriff, c] THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 41 Parke. And here is the Sheriff with the warrant. Where is the prisoner? Sir A. He will doubtless be here in a moment. Parke. Your Excellency is strangely infatuated with this man. It is past the time, and while we dally thus, he escapes. I ask that you will send a party to arrest him. He will not return. Enter Hellen, c. Hellen. He will return. Parke. He has a zealous advocate, madam; but permit me to ask, are you the counsel to defend the tutor ? Hellen. The gentleman whom the tutor disarmed should know that the tutor can defend himself. Nick. Ha, ha, ha, ha. Chamberlain. Be quiet, sir, and remember where you are. Nick. Capt. 'Clare, you and Capt, Brent, each one take holt of the eends of this here cravat, and every time that lady makes a gaff like that, haul 'em taught, to make me keep good manners. Dr. Blair. My daughter, be calm ; you cannnot do your friend any good. Hellen. Father, let me speak. I shall implore the Governor to give this unfortunate man time. Sir Alexander, I know nought of the forms and formalities of law, but I do know that Master Wellford's mortal enemy stands here ready to swear his life away. I, who saw the tutor in that equivocal position on that memorable night, am ready to swear that he is innocent. Parke. And I, that he is guilty. Hellen. Then you are strangely mistaken, or strangely culpable. Parke. Neither. Sir Alexander, there can be no answer to the oath I have made. How can I be mistaken ? For the rest, what right has this lady to doubt my veracity ? Hellen. The right of absolute conviction. Where is the brother whose estate you hold, and what caused his death but the letter you wrote him, telling a falsehood as base as ever polluted a human tongue ? Parke. A letter? Where is it? Hellen. Alas ! It was torn to pieces by one of the victims of its malice. Sir Alexander — . Sir A. My daughter, calm yourself, and remember 'tis only a question of an arrest. The tutor is not on his trial. When he is, your testi- mony will be heard. Hellen. But of what avail can it be, when here is the tutor's enemy, ready with perjury to commit a second murder? Aye, I say it, sir. Sir Alexander, 6 42 THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. I swear to you that Albert Parke's desperate attempt to rescue your brother, General Elliott, was caused by this smooth faced villain's asser- tion that I, Albert's affianced bride, had forgotten him for another. Parke. If I said so, madam, the assertion seems only to have fore- stalled the fact. Hellen. Your sneer, sir, is but a poisoned shaft, which falls short of the mark. With the brand of Cain on your brow, you dare to compass a second murder. But know that there is a single fact, which, if told, will confound your falsehood and your terrible intent. Sir A. Then state it, my daughter. Hellen. Sir Alexander, I dare not; but I only trust in Heaven that the tutor himself will. Brent. {To O'Clare and Jarvis.) Ten to one on Parke. Nick. I ar'n't carin. One to a pony. a Clare. Hush! Parke. Your Excellency, let us cut this matter short. It is an hour after the time appointed. Let the warrant be executed. Sir A. It must be so then. Sheriff, execute the warrant. {A shout without.) Chamberlain, see what is the matter. Lady S. What can that mean? Kate. What, indeed, mama ? It must be the Queen's messenger. Nick, (aside.) Hold on to them eends, ■ for now somethin's goin to happen. Chamberlain (at hack). Your Excellency, the royal messenger has arrived from the King. • Sir A. and the rest. The King ! Chamberlain. Yes, your Excellency, her Majesty, Queen Anne, has been dead these four months. The ship that brings the 'news was cast away from her course. His Majesty, King George I., now reigns. The messenger, Henry Wellford, Esq., but pauses to lay aside his riding dress. Here are the dispatches. Sir A. (Taking papers and reading.) " Given at our Palace of Windsor. " To Sir Alexander Spotswood, Governor of our Colony of Virginia: "Trusty and Well Beloved, — These are to confirm to you tbe Gov- ernorship, with dominion over all conquests made under our lawfnl authority, and at your own especial discretion and adventure, <^c., ^e." [^Opening another paper. ^ ■ But what is this ? A special pardon to Col. Albert Parke, late Aide THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. 43 de camp lo His Grace tlie Duke of Marlborough, and restoration to liis rank in our service. And his appointment to the Governorship of our Colony of Martinique. Why, his Majesty must know that Albert has been dead these five years. Hellen [aside). Thank Heaven! 0' Clare. Poor boy ! The pardon can't bring him to life. JSfiok. Then yonder 's a ghost. Look yonder. Governor. [Wellford, in scarlet uniform appears at back.] Hellen. No, 'tis he himself, in life and honor, safe even from a bro- ther's hate. Oh ! Albert ! [Embrace.] Sir A. {Leaving his seat.) My boy, my boy, where were our eyes all this time ? Lady jS. Where indeed, but, Albert, why not have made yourself known to those whose devotion you could not have doubted ? Albert. Your Ladyship, and Sir Alexander, through years of exile and disgrace I have found refuge under the borrowed name of a loving kinsman, whom I have left but an hour ago, and I brought you these dispatches because his name shall not be returned to him till it is as free from stain and dishonor as that which is once more my own. I am still Henry Wellford. Where is his accuser ? Lady S. Remember, Albert, he is 'your brother. Albert. I shall remember that he is a man, and were he ten times a brother, he shall be amenable to the law. Let him speak. 8ir A. Mr. Parke, what have you to say ? 0' Clare. He's struck dumb. Brent. The man's turned to stone. Nick. If he is it's brimstone. ^ Dr. Blair. He stands like a statue. Albert, in this happy moment of your return to the enjoyment of all that Heaven can give to make one happy, remember that it does not become you to be cruel. At least let his Excellency be the Judge. 8ir A. Yes, my boy, leave all this matter to me. Albert. Nay, Sir Alexander, no judge, or high authority, not Majesty itself, shall come between him and me. Not because he blighted my dearest hopes, and by his treason stained this hand with innocent blood. Not because he caused me to roam the world a culprit despised of men^ and broke the dearest tie that bound me to my fellows. For these I forgive him, for they are my individual wrongs alone. But because his diabolical ambition had led him beyond the pale of humanity, to compass the destruction of thousands of his fellow-men in the wanton gratifica- tion of his passions. These are the wrongs of others, and for these he 44 THE GOLDEN HOESESHOE. shall suffer. Sheriff, {taking out jpapers). As I rode here, Sir Alexan=- der, I halted at our family mansion, and in a secret cabinet, known only to him and to me, I found these papers, the proofs of his conspiracy with — Hellen. Ah, Albert, remember that another has suffered, more, per- haps, than you. If you constitute yourseK his judge, to give those papers, or not, then, as his judge, remember to be merciful. For my sake, forgive him. Albert. If ever Heaven fulfills a fond dream of happiness, 'tis when beauty, innocence and love are crowned with constancy. What could Hellen ask that Albert would not grant ! For your sake I will. [ Tears paper and walks up.l [Nick:' Jarvis picks up scraps of the paper, and O'CLAREanc^ Brent look at them.] Brent. The pirate Blackbeard ! Nick and 0' Clare. Blackbeard! Albert, (c.) Brother, I thought to be your judge, but all else is for- gotten except that we are brothers. Youth and the future still remain to redeem the past; take our fortune as freely as I give thee this hand. JParke. And do you think I would take forgiveness, or ought else, from that hand? If Heaven made us brothers, the Devil made us enemies. Since childhood not a thought or feeling had we in common, except one, and that, if there be a life hereafter, would make my dust rise to strike you. Take her, Brother, and may a curse bHght you and yours forever. Sir Alexander, I had hoped to hold your seat. I have lost, 'tis true ; but there is another power in this Western world besides your delegated authority of law and order/ We may meet again, [^xit c] 'Lady S. and Dr. B. He's gone. Nick. And the ar is free from pisen at last. [Albert, Hellen, and Kate S., at hack.] Sir A. (r.) My dear, and you, Eeverend Doctor, the Queen was a good old woman, {piously), Lord rest her soul, but between us, I'm d — d glad of it, for the Prince is a real King, and a great friend of Marl- borough, who is back at Court by this time. [ The characters exchange greetings with Albert and come forward sue- eesively.] Br. B. Then, your Excellency, we shall carry out our Colonial policy ? Bady S. With the Indians, Sir Alexander ? /Sir A. Yes, with the Indians; but no more conversion. Doctor, hey? Damme, here's my civilizer. [ Tapping sword,] THE GOLDEN SOESESHOE. 45 Nick Jarvis. Schoolmaster, I mean Colonel, you ought to have heard that lady talkin for you. Lordee ! Nobody else could have done the like, nobody. I couldn't have done it; but let me go and get my own gal. [Sxit E.] Sir A. Albert, my lad, we'll talk this over to-morrow; to-night only enjo3n3ient and carouse. {Taking off his chain and horseshoe.) Not a word; this is thine by all the laws of justice. Lady JS. Then let me place it on his neck. /Sir A. And to-morrow shall see more weddings than ever our little capital witnessed before in a year. Dr. B. And I will bless all the happy couples. Kate. And I will teach O'Clare a new system of tactics and discip- line. Nick. And I'll start out "West to settle my new plantation. [Embracing Lucy.] Sir A. Then, Chamberlain, call a health to King George, and let us admit all our friends who are waiting. Albert. But first let us thank those who have watched a lover's ad- ventures and disguises, in his search for truth and constancy. Hellen. And how he found them, is the moral of The Golden Horseshoe. Curtain. Disposition. The Chamberlin. The Sheriff. Hellen, Albert, Kate, O'Clare, Lady S., Sir A., Lucy, Nick, Brent, Dr. B. THE END. THE GOLDEN HORSESHOE. §, f mma. 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