fa The PoUy-Wi Club -BV- LAURA M. ADAMS PRICE 25 CENTS Eldridge Entertainment House Franklin, Ohio ^n:^ Denver.^ Colo. 944 So, Logan Street New JuvenQe Entertainments A-B-C-Capers By Soemple. Here is an attractive and novel number for the Primary Grades or Kindergarten. Little Tim's despair in not being able to master letters is turned to keen interest by the antics of the alphabet troupe. Plays about 20 minutes. Price, 2Sc. Emily's Dream By Mary Frix Kidd. This is the story of ,a Geogra- phy lesson, which, instead of being irksome, was, through the medium of a Good Fairy, made very in- teresting. This is done by presenting a Geographical Pageant. For a large number of children, who pre- sent drills, exercises, etc., in costumes of different nations. Time, about 1 hour. Price, 25c. The Love Flower By Bell Elliott Palmer. A very pretty exercise for 6 or 10 girls and 1 boy. Suitable for Children's Day or Easter, and can be given either in or out of doors. Time, 10 minutes. Price, 15c. The Silver Sandals By Banche Thompson. Ths is a charming new play for 6 boys, 5 girls, fairies, peasants, attendants, etc. The Princess is downhearted and refuses to be con- soled. The fiddler plays, peasants do folk-dances, fai- ries drill, but not until she gets the silver sandals is she contented. Plays 1 hour or more. Price, 25c. When Betty Saw the Pilgrims By Margaret Howard. A pretty story showing how dissatisfied Betty was cured by her mother, w^ho tells the story of the hardships of the Pilgrims, which is illustrated by ten tableaux. Large numbers of chil- dren can be used. Plays about 30 minutes. Price, 2Sc. Princess Rosy Cheeks By Effie Sammond Balph. A "s^od health" play for children, which is very impressive. Introduces Fresh Air Fairies, Soap and Water Fairies, Tooth Brush Brigade, Food Fairies, Rest Fairies, and others. Good- sized cast required with two older children. Plays about 1 hour. Price, 35c. Queen Loving Heart By Jean Ross. A splendid children's play, teaching many good lessons. A pretty story of the crowning of Loving Heart, her capture by the Indians and sub- sequent release, because of her kindness. Can be used for May Day play. 11 speaking parts, Indians, etc. Plays about 45 minutes. Price, 25c. Eldridge Entertainment House FRANKLIN, OHIO also DENVER, COLO. 944 S. Logan St. The Polly-William Club By LAURA M. ADAMS PRICE 25 CENTS Copyright, 1922, Eldridge Entertainment House. ILI?. PUBLISHED BY ELDRIDGE ENTERTAINMENT HOUSE, FRANKLIN, OHIO DENVER, COLO -^^'•v ■u"^ CHARACTERS Mrs. Harriet Weatherby — a victim of suffering widow- hood who makes life miserable for everybody. Miss Matilda — the widow's long-suffering sister. Dr. Strong — the family physician and village doctor — also the suitor for Miss Matilda's hand. Bridget O'Hara — maid in the Weatherby household. Dorothy Peggy Sara Jack Ruth Ted Bob Donald — Members of the Polly-William Club. w 'CI.D 63226 DCC 30 '22 ^« \ The Polly- William Club ACT I. Sceiie — Upstairs library in the Weatherby home. (Miss Matilda in rocking chair by library table, knitting. Enter Dr. Strong from another room, medicine grip in hand, froivn on his face. Miss Matilda looks up and half rises, but he gently forces her back into chair.) Miss Matilda — Well, Doctor, how is Harriet this morning? She thought her- heart was becoming affected. That's why I sent for you so early in the day. (While Miss M. is speaking, Bridget O'Hara passes door, duster and broom in hand, looks into room, chuck- les, hides behind curtain and listens.) Dr. S. — (irritably) Heart affected, fiddle-sticks! There isn't one blooming thing the matter with your sister, Matilda — not a thing, except an exaggerated ego. (Bridget looks out from curtain; throws up haTids tragically at last two words.) Matilda — Exaggerated what, Doctor? Dr. — Ego. By that I mean, Matilda, that she sim- ply thinks too much about herself — pities herself, ad- mires herself — imagines she has every ailment under the sun. (Bridget waves duster in high approval.) Matilda — (in shocked voice) But, Doctor Strong, you cannot mean what you say. Think how long my poor dear sister has been bed-ridden. It has been fifteen years since she could leave her bed — ever since the night Frank passed away. Dr. — Fifteen years since she would leave her bed, you mean, Matilda. Fifteen years since she would get S The Polhj-William Club out of bed and. open her windows and her soul to God's sunshine and blessings. Fifteen years of solid laziness — letting you slave your life out for her — fifteen years (bitterly) of life wasted for you and me. I tell you I'm sick and tired of it, Matilda. It's time something was done. (Bridget nods head vigorously and listens closely.) Matilda — (sadly) I never heard you speak like that before, doctor. Dr.- — (half smiling) Well, murder will out, Matil- da. Sometimes I feel like a pent-up volcano, after a visit with Harriet. Mrs. Weatherby — (from another room, in whining, fretful voice) Matilda! Matilda! Where are you? That's the way it is — nobody cares anything for me since poor dear Frank died. Matilda — (getting up hurriedly) Yes, dear Har- riet. I'll be there. You will excuse me. Dr. Strong. Dr. — Matilda, are you going to keep me waiting for- ever? (Bridget makes her escape as the doctor turns to- ward Matilda with hands outstretched.) Matilda — (nervously) Oh, I don't know, Doctor Strong — she is so helpless — Mrs. W. — Matilda! Matilda! Oh, my poor heart ! Matilda — (rushing from room) Oh, I must go to her. Dr. — (angrily, as he marches toward door) Heart! Humph! Hasn't got one. (Starts for door, almost bumps into Bridget as she enters innocently, duster and broom\ in hand.) BRIDGET: — Oh, excuse me, plase sir — shure and I want to get this room dusted before lunch for my poor Miss Matilda has no time for nothin' at all in the morn- in's but waitin' on Mrs. Weatherby. I'm thinkin' Miss Matilda needs medicine more than her sister, if you'll excuse me fer sayin' it, doctor. The Polly-William Club (Dr. Strong looks at her a Tnoment, then he comes closer to her and speaks confidentially.) Dr. — Bridget, you've been here a long time and you're a bright girl. Can't you think of some way to help Miss Matilda out of this trouble? Mrs. Weatherby needs something to rouse her — you understand me, Bridget? {Bridget nods and grins.) Something — ah — very unusual. Perhaps we can all think hard and come to some conclusion soon. Bridget — Sure, sir, I'd think me pate clean off to help Miss Matilda out of hsr troubles. Mrs. Weatherby gits wurse all the toime. She won't have nobody comin' in. The house is like a dith house fer Miss Matilda, and nowadays Mrs. Weatherby is that scairt o' nights a-dreamin' of ghosts and the loike that she keeps us in a torment with her bad flutterin' heart ivery mornin'. Dr. — So that's it, is it? Well, perhaps she needs a real live ghost to wake her up and shake some of her no- tions out of her head. Bridget — A real live ghost, Dr. Strong? Be there any walkin' 'round these parts?. Dr. — (laughing) Well, Bridget, I haven't met any but you never can tell when they'll pop up. By the way, I wonder if she would let the Polly-William Club in to see hsr? Bridget — {holding up her hands in horror) The Polly-William Club! That's the new club over at the Plumfield Academy, ain't it Doctor? Dr. — Yes, Bridget, and it's one of the livest, mer- riest clubs of boys and girls that this old town of Plum- field ever had. They're a regular tonic — ^worth all these medicines put together on cases like Mrs. Weatherby's. . Bridget — Well, I heard Miss Matilda a-tellin' her sister about them young critters one day and how the minister said mebby she would let the club come to see her. Blitherin' blazes, Dr. Strong, you should ha' seen her face ! She riz up off the piller and pintsd her finger The Polly-William Club at poor Miss Matilda. "So that is the way you make light of my grief, Matilda," says she — ^them wuz her words — "bringin' in a crowd of hoodlum, laughin' boys and girls to trample on my heart. You know, Matilda, I haven't laughed since my poor, dear Frank died." Dr. — Jiminy Crickets, she shall laugh. Bridget, you stand by me, and I'll have that Polly-William Club here before the week's out. (Starts for door.) Bridget — (delightedly) Do yer drunedest — I mean yer best, sir — and Bridget O'Hara follows on. CURTAIN ACT II. (Bridget is alone in library, dusting and singing to herself, a bright catchy tune. Suddenly her face sobers. Stands still.) Bridget — (to herself) Sing away, Bridget O'Hara enjiy yerself this mornin' fer this afternoon ye'll be at- tendin' worse than a funeral. This is Ladies' Aid Day ye remember — the wan day in the month my poor Miss Ma- tilda goes out to the meetin' and stays to tay. May all the Saints presarve me timper this day while I kape Mrs. Weatherby company. Sure and the — (Bridget jumps and gets back to ivork as Miss Mor- tilda and the Doctor enter. Doctor seems in high spirits.) Matilda^ — (anxiously) You think it will be per- fectly safe for me to leave poor Harriet today, do you Dr. Strong? If it wasn't such an important meeting — Dr. — Go, by all means, Matilda dear. I will give Harriet a thorough examination this morning and leave plenty of medicine to last until you get back this even- ing. I know Bridget here, will prove as faithful as ever — eh, Bridget? (Gives Bridget a knowing wink and she catches his mood.) The Polly-William Club Bridget — Sure, doctor — I'll shtir me stumps to make life wan merry drame for the pore dear lady, un- til Miss Matilda gits back. Don't you be worryin' about her ma'am. You go and enjiy the Ladies' Aid and help git the box off to the haythen. (Matilda laughs and pats Bridget's shoulder.) Matilda — I'm sure it's very good of you, Bridget. You lift a load off my shoulders. Well, Doctor, I will go in to Harriet and you can come in in a few minutes to see her. She thought her heart fluttered more than us- ual this morning. She dreams so much of poor Frank lately. Dr. — (muttering to himself) Indigestion — too fat and lazy. (As Matilda leaves the room, he hurries over to Bridget and whispers) Bridget O'Hara, our chance is now or never. The Polly-William Club is down- stairs — hush — (Bridget jumps into the air) — they want to get their cue from you — Bridget — Their what, sir? (Looks at duster.) Dr. — (impatiently) Their cue. I mean they want you to tell them all you can about Mrs. Weatherby's queer ways (speaking plainly and slowly) so that they may form some plans. See? (Bridget nods head, grinning.) Bridget — I can do that. Doctor. DR.^Just right. Then they will come up early this evening while Miss Matilda (looks totvard door) is out. She knows nothing about it, understand — and work out their plans. I am not busy this morning and I shall keep Miss Matilda and Mrs. Weatherby engaged for a half hour in the bedroom, while you keep the club in here. Shut the door and don't let them get noisy, Bridget. You stay here and I'll get them up in no time. Sh-h! (He leaves the room and Bridget doubles up with merriment.) Bridget — Shure, and this is more fun than a whole box of monkeys. Hold fast Bridget O'Hara — hold fast goin' 'round the curve. The Polly-William Club (Enter the Polly-William Club. ' They' steal m,- some on tip-toe, looking furtively about, others gig- gling, hands up to mouth; one or two of the boys oii hands and knees, at ivhich others titter, etc.) {Bridget watches in groiving delight. Shuts door.) Dorothy — (going over to Bridget and laying hand kindly on arm, in low tone, but clea/rly, so that audience can hear ivithovt difficulty) So this is Bridget O'Hara? Glad to know you, Bridget. Let me introduce you to the Polly-William Club. {Bridget curtsies and Club all bow profoundly. Chorus of "Glad to know you, Bridget," etc.) Ted — Come now, fellow-members — down to busi- ness — only have a few minutes to find out all about our Lady of Mystery. Bob — Right you are, Ted. Well, Bridget, you are our friend for life if you help us out. Dr. Strong just picked us up on the pavement outside — told us we were to bewitch Mrs. Weatherby tonight, and that you would tell us how. Bridget — (scratching her head) Indade, sir, it would take the old boy himself to bewitch the loikes of her; but I'll help you all I can. Peggy — Just what is the matter with her, Bridget? We want to know what to do to cheer her up, you know. Ruth, get out your note book. Bridget — (disgustedly) The matter with her, ma'am — ther ain't nothin' the matter with her, but (stops and meditates a moment) eggacerated ago. (the las.t two words triumphantly.) Donald — (tvhile some of the others show signs of suppressed merriment) I guess you mean exaggerated ego, Bridget. Is that it? Bridget — (grinning sheepishly) Shure — that's it. You see I said it in Irish. But r'aly, the doctor said them words hisself. He said Mrs. Weatherby can get out of bed if she wants to — but she won't. The Polly-William Club Sara — For pity's sake! Won't? How long has she been in bed, Bridget? Bridget — Fifteen years, ma'am. Ever since her hus- band died. (Club shows various signs of amazement and dis- gust.) Jack^ — Fifteen years! Jumping catfish! Bridget — Yes, sir, and all that time Miss Matilda has waited on her, hand and foot — never goes out except one day a month, and dassn't so much as riz up that pianny lid to be enjyin' a bit of a tune. Dorothy — {in a businesslike way) Put that down, Ruth — no music allowed. Sounds as if she used to like music, in the old days, eh, Bridget? Bridget — Shure she did. Miss Matilda says she and her husband used to sing and play every night. She was particular fond of Old Black Joe and Kintucky Home. Dorothy — (nodding at Ruth) Old Black Joe and My Old Kentucky Home, Ruth. Go on Bridget. We are coming on finely. (Ruth writes them down.) Bridget— (rubbing her head) Well, let me see — Sara — What does she do with herself all day Brid- get? Bridget — Nary a thing but eat, shlape, pick at can- dy and read poultry. (Suppressed giggles) Jack — Hold on there, Bridget. Did you get that, Ruthie? The old Whippersnapper likes candy — (Ruth writes it down.) — also poetry. Any particular brand of verse, Bridget? Bridget — Well, (doubtfully) I guess you mane what kind of poultry she do be readin'? Jack — (nodding) Just right, Bridget. You'll be famous yet. 10 The Polly-William Club Bridget — Well, she reads wan pome out of a gold and white book more than anythin' else — I do be sick of hearin' it day after day and sometimes in the night. Bob — What might it be about, Bridget? Bridget — About a female named Annabel Lee. She says her husband used to read it to her before they were married. Peggy — (eagerly) Oh, Ruth, put it down — he;r fav- orite poem, Annabel Lee. I know that poem already. Ruth — We'll soon have the story of her life. What about some of her dislikes, Bridget? Does she seem to fear or dislike anything? Bridget — She seems to dislike the hull round world and everything in it but herself, ma'am — hates the sun- light to come into her room, hates noise, visitors (Ruth writes rapidly) hates to see anybody happy — ^why, there's poor Miss Matilda (ivhisperingly, looking to- ward door) and Dr. Strong. They've been lovers for years and years, and Miss Matilda don't never dare to let on or Mrs. Weatherby wouldn't never have Dr. Strong come near the place. Ted — The plot thickens! By all means, put that down, Ruthie. That will please your sentimental soul. (Dodges a pillow that Ruth throws at him. Dorothy cau- tion.^ silence.) Bridget — As fer fear, she's the biggest old fraid-cat I ever seed. Every night she's afraid to go to shlape fer fear her husband's bantum shpirit — Ruth — Her what, Bridget? Jack — (looking at Ruth) Stupid, she means phan- tom spirit. Go ahead, Bridget. Bridget — Fer fear his phantom shpirit will come back to haunt her. Bob — (nudges Ruth) Capital. That may work as a last resource. Be sure you get that, Ruth. Her hus- band's spirit haunts her. (Ruth giggles hut writes.) The Po lly- William Club 11 Dorothy — (rising) Well, Bridget, I think we have gotten the main facts of this very interesting case, and we will steal away now to our club room and work out a scheme for tonight. How long will Miss Matilda be gone? Dr. Strong neglected to mention that. Bridget^ — Until about half past nine or ten o'clock, ma'am. Donald — (turning to others) Well, suppose Brid- get looks for us about 7:30. Be sure, Bridget, that she is — ah — (embarrassed laugh) someway fixed up to see us. Bridget — Oh, she'll be in here, sir, in a kimony, on the couch yonder. Once a month we carry her in here, on Ladies' Aid day, and she stays until Miss Matilda gets back. Dr. Strong comes in and helps get her back to bed. That's as far as she's been for fifteen years. Donald — I see. Well, we want to thank you a heap of times, Bridget (presses bill into her hand) for giving us such valuable information. (Mrs. Weatherby's voice in distance, high and fret- ful) Mrs W. — Bridget, Bridget O'Hara, where are you? No, doctor (tearfully) you won't do. I want Bridget. Nobody cares anything for my wishes since poor dear Frank died. (At first call, Bridget opens door softly, hand up to mouth to caution silence, and they all listen.) Ted — Some voice! Bridget — Coming, Mrs. Weatherby. (Waves Imnd and disappears.) Sara — Come on — quick. Miss Matilda may appear next. Quietly, now — one, two, three, go! (They steal out on tip-toe, etc., as before.) CURTAIN 12 The Polly-William Club ACT III. (Mrs. W. on couch. Dressed in kimona, hair in braids, reading the paper. On chair beside her, a gold and ivhite book of poems and box of candy at ivhich she\ nibbles. Bridget is coming through door loith cup of tea. Mrs. W. — (in fretful tone) What time is it, Brid- get? It seems months since Matilda left this afternoon. I don't see why she needs to fill boxes for heathen. I'm sure charity begins at home. Bridget — (as she puts tray before Mrs. W.) It's half-past seven. Well, I do think, Mrs. Weatherby, she does her share at home and the haythen ought to have a right to her sarvices once a month at laste. Mrs. W. — (angrily) Oh, you do, do you, Bridget O'Hara. That's alvi^ays the way it is — nobody sympa- thizes with me. They'd rather send their sjonpathies a thousand miles away, while I lie here in suffering sil- ence. (Wipes her eyes.) That tea is miserable, Brid- get. (Sips tea.) Here, take it away. I cannot drink it. I have no appetite anyway. (Martyr-like ma7iner.) Bridget — Well, now, ma'am, no wonder yer appe- tite is gone — you've only an hour ago ate two big chops, a swate and a white potaty, peas and 'smats, and a fruit salad and two big pieces of chocolate cake, Yer stom- ach be just clean full, that's all. Mrs, W. — (angrily) I do think, Bridget, that you grow more impudent every day. Did you count every piece of food that went into my mouth tonight? Bridget — No, ma'am. (Aside.) I'd a lost count in live minutes. (Grins as she goes toward door. Bell rings. Bridget jumps as if in surprise. Mrs. W. half rises to sitting posture.) Mrs. W. — Who can that be, Bridget, at this un- earthly hour of the night? Doesn't everybody in Plum- field know that there is an invalid in this house? Bridget — (as she disappears ivith tray) Sure and The Polly-William Club 13 they ought to know, ma'am. I'll fix their feet if they don't. {Leaves door open. Mrs. W. lies back on pillow. Turns head toward door as she hears sound of voices.) Bridget — (outside) But, boys and girls, I know the dear lady cannot see you. She niver, niver — Voices — Oh, yes, she will. Never mind, Bridget — we'll take the responsibility, etc. (Bridget appears at door, holding the arm of Donald. Others push in mer- rily.) Bridget — I've done me best, ma'am — but they would be shlippin' through the front door and comin' straight up to you. Mrs. W. — (in high-pitched tone, hiding her face in both hands) Take them away, Bridget — take them away I say. You knoiv I haven't looked upon the forms of vis- itors since my poor dear husband died. Donald — (going toward couch) But we are just a bunch of young folks — the Polly-Bills, you know, Mrs. Weatherby. We heard that you were bed-ridden, and thought we might come in and cheer you up. Are you alone tonight? Mrs. W. — (hands still over eyes) Oh, go away — go away! I cannot talk to you. I cannot look upon the faces of strangers. I have seen no one outside the fam- ily, except my physician, for fifteen years. Ruth — (coming near Mrs. W. with bouquet) Well, you surely will look at these flowers we have brought you. Flowers bring so many messages of cheer and love. Mrs. W. — (slight shriek) Flowers! Oh, do take them away from here, Bridget. I can smell them — just the very fragrance that my poor Frank loved! Oh, how could you be so cruel? (Turns face away. Ruth throws up hands in despair as Bridget carries bouquet out of the room, sniffing them lovingly. Whispers to Ruth.) BRIDGET: — Miss Matilda will be loving them, ma'am. She jist dotes on flowers. (Ruth smiles.) 14 The Polly-WiUiam Club Bob — If I had married a wife (girls giggle) and had then gone off and kicked the bucket (shocked scream from Mrs. W. Dorothy furiously pokes Boh) — pardon me — I mean had I then passed on to a better world, {with mock seriousness) I'd want my wife to have a whole florist shop around her to cheer her up. Think of her loss! (Places hand tragically on chest.) Mrs. W. — (face stiU averted) Oh, you are too young to understand. Bob — (innocently) To understand what, dear Mrs. Weatherby ? Mrs W. — (wailingly) Oh, take him away, Bridget! (Bridget has come back to the room and is thor- oughly enjoying the scene. Bob moves farther away.) Sara — (coming forward with "Polly Anna" in her hand) Here is someone who understands, Mrs. Weath- erby. (Mrs. W. turns head and peers cautiously under her arm.) Eleanor Porter understands human suffer- ing as many of us who are younger do not. She has written this wonderful little book that has cheered thou- sands of hearts and put new life into tired folks. We have brought Polly Anna for you to read. (Holds it to- ward Mrs. W., ^vho angrily waves it away.) Mrs. W. — Polly Anna, indeed! That book Matilda told me about — and Dr. Strong, too. Has a whole lot of talk about playing the Glad Game in it — as if anybody chained fast to a bed for fifteen years could play the Glad Game — and their beloved husband gone, too. It's preposterous ! Ted — Did you ever try to get up and walk, dear lady? (Some of the girls giggle at Ted's serious tone.) Mrs. W. — Try to get up and walk? Did I ever hear of such impertinence. Do you think I want to lie here aad suffer? Ted — What do you suffer with — indigestion? Mrs. W. — Oh, everything. My heart chiefly. The Polly-William Club 15 Peggy — Perhaps if you just tried — the tiniest little bit of a walk, you know — (coaxingly). Mrs. W, — (turning her face away again, handker- chief to eyes) Bridget, you simply must show these young people to the door. I can stand no more tonight. Jack — Well, we mustn't wear out our welcome. (Girls and boys smile, etc.) Perhaps you will turn me down, too. I brought you a box of chocolate buds, but of course if you have indigestion and heart trouble, and — well — everything — I suppose we will have to take them back (winks at others) and try to get rid of them ourselves. Mrs. W. — (turning quickly, but hands still shading her eyes, so that she tvill not see club members) Wilbur buds ! My, I haven't had a Wilbur Bud for years. They used to help my digestion so much after a meal — well, you may leave those — there on the chair beside me — thank you — and now I mu^t ask you all to go. You may have meant it kindly, but I never receive visitors. I suf- fer alone in my sorrowing widowhood and invalidism. Dorothy — (aside to Donald) You will have to do it, Don — there's no other way. (Don nods and slips out of room unknown to Mrs. W.) Dorothy — Well, good-night, Mrs. Weatherby. We are sorry if we have spoiled your evening. So many sick people in Plumfield are glad to have us cheer them up a bit, that we thought — Mrs. W. — (inten'upting irritably) Other people are not made like me. My feelings — Ted — Thank heaven for that! (Aside.) (Choru>s of voices as they follow Bridget to door.) Voices — Good-night, Mrs. Weatherby. Mrs. W. — Good-night. I hope you will go where you are wanted aiad needed hereafter. I need only my fam- ily and my physician. (Leans back on pillow relievediy, OS they pass ont. Eats Wilbur Buds and listens to their* chatter as they talk going through outride hall, etc. Stid- 16 The Polly-William Club ^^ denly they all come rushing back into room followed by Bridget.) Bridget — {excitedly) Oh, I saw it, too, ma'am. It do be a rale bantum! Mrs. W. — {sitting up in bed) Bridget! What are you talking about? What is the matter? Why have these obnoxious young people returned? Ruth — She means a phantom, Mrs. Weatherby. {Mrs. W. screams.) A strange apparition {hurriedly) met us in the lower hall. It said something in a hollow voice — it — oh, dear! What shall we do? {Wrings her hands.) Bob — I think it followed us, too, Ruth. I looked be- hind me as we ran up the stairs — {Several Tnake alarmed exclamations and Mrs. W. cries out feebly.) Mrs. W. — Oh, do not leave me. I — Sara — {looking out of door) Oh, it's coming! It's coming! Shall I close the door? Bridget — Bantum spirits can go through anything. Ye'd better be leavin' the door alone. {Enter apparition cloaked from head to foot in dull, misty gray, death mask, tinted ashen gray, too. Mrs. W. gives faint shriek and covers head with couch cover. Then, as Apparition talks she looks' out xvith ever-in- creasing astonishment and listens intently, hands over her heart.) Apparition — {speaks as he enters, in hollou) tone) ANNABEL LEE It was many and many a year ago. In a kingdom by the sea. That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee. And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. The Polhj-William Club 17 I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. Mrs. W. — {in ghostly whisper) It is my husband's phantom form — just his size — his favorite poem! Oh, my poor, dear Frank, (imploringly) what is it that you want that you thus haunt me and terrify my soul? Spirit — {Don in sepulchral tones) I would, oh, Har- riet, that you arise and fulfill your destiny. For fifteen years of earthly time, you have tortured my soul. (Har- riet iveeps copiously.) with your mockery of grief. You have denied yourself — your many and varied talents — to a waiting world. You have shut up your heart to joy and gladness, to sunshine and beauty, love and poetry and music (very sloivly) flowers, the laughter of little children, the smiles of a brave and cheerful world — these have all been abandoned for a life of narrow selfishness and sin. Beware ! A worse fate awaits you if you will not heed my warning. Mrs. W. — (sitting up with arms outstretcehd) Oh^ my husband — my husband — I will try — indeed I will try. Spirit — (moving sloivly toward door) It is well. I can never come to you again. Take heed. Lif e_ is yours. Take it, ere Death (Harriet shivers) claims you. Life (very sloivly and distinctly in hollow tones) is love and sunshine — not gloom and sorrow. Take it. Arise and fulfill your destiny. Farewell. (Spirit disappears through door. All stand with' various expressions of dazed sur- prise on their faces. Mrs. W. falls back on couch and bursts into tears.) Bridget — (aside to club) This'll bring her around if nothin' else will. (Goes over to weeping invalid and kneels beside her. Talks in soothing voice.) There, there, Mrs. Weatherby, don't you be wastin' any more 18 The Polly-William Club tears. Ye've shed buckets full already. Dry yer eyes and try a smile fer the swate bantum shpirit's sake. Mrs. W. — Oh, Bridget O'Hara, to think of those dreadful years! I thought I was paying proper respect to my dear departed husband, and here I have been tor- turing his soul! Oh, dear! Oh, dear! What shall I ever do? Bridget — Do, ma'am? Do jist about as far as I can see, v^^hat these young people have been wantin' you to do this very night. Thry to get out of yer bed and walk — then let them ris up the pianny lid and play some pur- ty music and have a good, old-fashioned Irish wake. That'll be a good beginnin'. (Mrs. Weatherby looks cautiously at some of the girls and boys in the background. Don has slipped in while Bridget was talking. Some of the club members shake hands with him in congratulation. He mops his forehead. Jack goes over to Mrs. W.) Jack — I'll tell you what, Mrs .Weatherby. You just make your dash for liberty while we are here. Ted, you come here and help me, and we'll get Mrs. Weatherby off the couch and let her try her feet on the floor. Girls, get a chair ready there, cushions and all. Slippers on Mrs. Weatherby? (She nods feebly.) All right then. Now, Ted, one, two, three — Go! (Mrs. W. lets them help her off the couch, takes a step or tivo with their hands guid- ing her, and falls back f ear f idly upon the couch groan- ing.) Ted — (encouragingly; others looking on in delight) That's fine, lady. Try again. Think how those years of torment are slipping away from your dear husband (Mrs. W. shivers and rises again.) as you move across the floor. Dorothy — (patting chair invitingly) See how comfy this looks now — right where you can enjoy the lamplight. Come on — ^you're doing bravely. (Mrs. W. moves slowly, uncertainly, across floor, the boys guiding her. At last she reaches it and sinks down The Po lly -William Club 19 into chair. All clap. Bridget goes out and brings glass of vxtter.) Peggy— That's just finei, dear Mrs. Weatherby. Now, you will let us open your piano and sing to you, won't you? Mrs. W. — Oh, not that — never! Bob — What was that the phantom said to you about love — music — laughter — little children? What was it now? {As if trying to think.) Mrs. W. — {burying head in hands) So soon I had forgotten. {'Raises head resignedly.) Go on. Open the piano and sing — yes {dramatically) sing me My Old Kentucky Home. He loved that song dearly, too. {All sing and she joins them occasionally, wiping eyes. As they are singing, Matilda and the doctor ap- pear unseen at the door. Matilda, nearly sivoons at sight of Harriet, up, singing, etc. Dr. quiets her. They watch scene silently.) {As they finish, Bridget straightening cover on the couch, speaks eagerly.) Bridget — Would ye be singin' of {any pretty Irish song) ? I do be lovin' that little piece. Ruth — Surely, Bridget, we'll do that little thing for you. {All join in except Mrs. W., who sits and listens smilingly. Bridget keeps time tuith head, hands, feet.) Mrs. W. — {as they finish) That really is quite a catchy tune — you are a real entertaining lot of young folks, after all. I didn't think I ever would smile again. {Puts handkerchief to eyes.) Don — {hurriedly) Never mind what you thought an hour ago. You're another woman now, Mrs. Weath- erby. Sara, give her that little poem of yours, "Look up." 20 The Polly-William Club Sara — {coming over to Mrs. W.) Keep believin' and believin' When you're blue and out o' sorts. Keep a-trustin' and a-trustin' When you're 'shamed to tell yer thorts. Keep a-lookin' up above you, See the patch o' blue up there? 'Tain't all dark when that's a-showin', Sun's a-shinin' fine, somewhere. Jest because you're glum and "spepsy". D'ye think the Lord is that way, too? Bless yer heart. He's smilin' at you, Lovin' you clean thro' and thro'. Mrs. W. — (clasping hands) That is really fine, Sara my dear. Do you know any more? Dorothy — Oh, she knows lots, but she isn't going- to monopolize your admiration, Mrs. Weatherby. (Mrs. W. smiles comjjlacently.) Ted — How about these Polly-Bill verses, Mrs. Weatherby ? Stop yer crossin' over bridges That won't never come yer way. Don't turn mole-hills into mountains — While the sun shines, make yer hay! Stop yer musin' over troubles That are dead long years ago. Face about, and take a joy-ride, In the life yer livin' now. (M7^s. W. claps softly.) Dorothy — Jack, what was that remark you made tonight at the dinner table? You said somebody told you that the grouchiest — grouchiest — The Polly-William Club 21 Jack — Oh — the grouchiest person known is the man who refuses to sleep on a feather pillow, for fear it will tickle him and make him laugh. (Mrs. W, laughs outright, then suddenly grows ser- ioUrS.) Mrs. W. — I guess I was pretty much like that my- self. I haven't smiled for fifteen years. Peggy — But you're going to smile all the rest of your days and be glad you have so many golden oppor- tunities. Ted — Yes, indeed, Mrs. Weatherby. As someone said, "when you have a sore throat, be glad you are not a giraffe. Be glad of everything. You have to be if you become an honorary member of this club. Sara — (eagerly) And you will be one, won't you, Mrs. Weatherby? Bob — Of course — she will jump at the chance. Look who we are. (Throws out chest. Mrs. W. smiles.) Mrs. W. — Just how do you become an honorary member of this club? I think it's at least worth trying for. Ruth — By learning and living our club motto — ■ that's all, Mrs. Weatherby. Don — That's all, Ruth; but it means a good bit — let me tell you. Mrs. W. — (leaning forivard interestedly) And what is your club motto, Ruth? You see, I'm beginning to know your names. Ruth — ^Say it, everybody. (SoTYie sitting, others standing, all say the verse to- gether, with meaning and spirit. Jack as "cheer leader.") All — Be jolly! Be happy! Be glad! Make other lives bright that were sad! Do your best to keep cheerful, And never be fearful. For life is a game — make it glad! 22 The Polly-William Club Mrs. W.— (smiling) Glad! Glad! Glad! Do you young people think of nothing else? I guess if I join your club I'll have to read Polly Anna, after all, won't I? Peggy — (delightedly) Of course you will, and here it is again. (Puts in Mrs. W.'s hands.) Dr. — (from doorway) What is all this unseemly racket about? May we come in and join you? (Every- body turns and ivelcomes Dr. Strong and Matilda, who goes straight to Harriet and leans lovingly over clvavr. Harriet puts up arms and kisses Matilda.) Matilda — Harriet, I am too surprised and over- joyed for words. To see you once more your old smil- ing self — and out of bed — ^and young people here — and music. (Matilda kneels beside Harriet's chair, her head in Harriet's la/p and bursts into tears. Bridget wipes her own eyes and hurries from room, bringing back bOifi- quet. Dr. Strong watches Matilda.) Bridget — (looking pleadingly at Mrs. W.) May she have them in here, ma'am? Perhaps they'll cheer her up. (Mrs. W. nods and Bridget touches Matilda on shoulder.) Here, Miss Matilda, see what a be-auti-ful bouquet of flowers you've got. (Matilda looks up and smiles delightedly through her tears, as she takes flow- ers and stands up by Harriet's chair.) Ruth — Why, she looks like a bride with her lovely bouquet; doesn't she, girls? Jack — Leave it to Ruth — Dr. — (coming forward) No — (smiling) leave it to me, this time, Jack. I wonder, Harriet, if in this new game you are playing, there is any room for brides and grooms — Matilda — (in frightened and embarrassed tonee) Oh, Dr. Strong, not tonight, pleasel (Mrs. W. looks at both in amazement and then listens to the doctor.) Dr. — Yes, Matilda, tonight. I've put it off long enough. Fifteen years is a long courtship, eh, boys? The Polly-William Club 23 (Boys nod, shake his hand, etc.) Mrs. W. — (half rising, then sitting back in chair again) Fifteen years ! But I don't understand, Matilda. You never told me that you and Dr. Strong were any- thing more than friends. Matilda — If I had, dear Harriet (re-proachfully) what would you have done? Mrs. W. — (covering face with hands) True — true! What a selfish wretch I have been. But never mind, Matilda. (Brightening.) It is never too late to mend, and we members of the Polly-William Club (smil- ingly, inclvding all with her arm) will give you the nicest kind of a wedding. Even Bridget, here, will help, won't you, Bridget? Bridget — (unable to keep her feet from dancing) Shure, shure, dear lady, I'll work me fingers to the bone and be there with bells on. (All laugh. Somebody starts to whistle a wedding march. All follow suit, except Dr. S. and Matilda. He takes her arrn and marches across the room to tune of Tnarch. Mrs. W. shows signs of weariness and Dr. S. notices it and turns to the club.) Dr. — Come now, Polly-Bills. We've had a royal ev- ening — and a wonderful one, but we mustn't tire our Chief Lady out with the fun. Once more' — everybody. 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