/xuviiur Title- Cfass Gn3£.^ Ixi^p^ Motto — Equal Rights to All, Exclusive Privileges to None "ERIN MOR" A Romantic and Historical Irish Drama IN FOUR ACTS CLEAN, PURE, INSTRUCTIVE, ELEVATING AND TRUE TO HISTORY By HON. THOS. McSHEEHY. L.L.B. FREMONT, OHIO This Drama is Dedicated to the Advocates of HOME RULE FOR IRELAND The Scenes are laid in County Kerry, Ireland Time, during the Terrible Famine Years 1847 to 1849 COPYRIGHTED NOV.. 1911 PRICE 25 CENTS For Sale only by the Author WELKER & STIERW ALT 1218 . and DRUGS and STATIONERY BIRCH ARD AVE. 3 1 5 West State Street FREMONT, OHIO Press Comments The drama was produced at the opera house, Fremont, Ohio, tor the first time for the benefit of St. Ann's church of that city on March 17, 1911, St. Patrick's Day, and scored a decided hit. The opera house, with a seating- capacity of about eleven hun- vdred, was packed and hundreds were unable to procure seats -to witness the initial production of "Erin Mor," (which means Big- ger and Better Ireland.) The drama was reproduced by special request on the 18th of March in order to accommodate those who desired to witness the production and again there was a g'ood audience. The following brief extracts from the newspapers will give some idea as to the impression made. The Premoni; Dailj- News of March 18, 1911: "An audience that completely filled the Opera House greeted the participants in the drama, Erin Mor. The drama both in- structs and amuses. Conditions in Ireland are heard and read about but this drama woven about historical facts brings directly before the audience an illustration of the extremes of poverty, privation and oppression that the people of Ireland have been compelled to endure. ^ The most serious themes of the drama are interwoven with a pretty romance which demonstrates the abill ity of the Irish to always see the brighter side of life even through their misty tears. Although there are a number of scenes in the play, they are nicely connected and the performance progresses very smoothly from start to finish." The Fremont Daily Messenger: "The sale of seats and interest in the new play, "Erin Mor," was so great that the large theater was filled last evening, and by spcial request the play will be reproduced tonight. The play deals with the oppression of landlords in^T^reland, the trials of the peasants during the famine years of 1847-1849, their stead- fastness to their Roman Catholic faith and .the sympathy shown by the United States and France in those troublesome times. So well was the play rendered that the author was called upon by ,the audience between the third and fourth acts. Not only was Fremont represented in the audience but several car loads from Clyde, Bellevue, Norwalk, Genoa and Monroeville also came on .special cars to see "Erin Mor." The Evening Herald of Norwalk, Ohio, of March 18, 1911: "Twenty-five or thirty people from this city attended the presentation of "Erin Mor," a new Irish drama written and drama- tized by Hon. Thos McSheehy. The play was produced by St. Ann's Dramatic Society in its annual presentation on St. Patrirk's Da.y of an Irish drama at the opera house. The production was an instantaneous success and in. accordance with a general and insistant demand the piece will be played again this evening to accommodate those who were unable to secure seats at the ini- tial performance. "Erin Mor," the title of the pretty drama, is given in four acts, which are cleverly arranged with an accom- paniment of special beautiful scenery of Ireland about which .the action of the play is set and a selection of Irish folk songs and national airs. The drama is written from historical facts (Continited on Page 3 of Cover) Hon. THOMAS McSHEEHY, L. L. B. Author oi "Erin Mor" Motto — Equal Rights to All, Exclusive Privileges to None "ERINMOR" A Romantic and Historical Irish Drama IN FOUR ACTS CLEAN, PURE, INSTRUCTIVE, ELEVATING AND TRUE TO HISTORY By HON. THOS. IVjcSHEEHY. L.L.B. FREMONT, OHIO This Drama is Dedicated to the Advocates of HOME RULE FOR IRELAND The Scenes are laid in County Kerry, Ireland Time, during the Terrible Famine Years 1847 to 1849 CAST OF CHARACTERS, COSTUMES. ENTRANCES AND EXITS, STAGE POSITION OF PERFORMERS AND ALL STAGE BUSINESS COPYRIGHTED NOV., 191 1 All Rights Reserved PRICE 25 CENTS For Sale only by the Author WELKER & STIERWALT 1218 and DRUGS and STATIONERY BIRCH ARD AVE. 315 West State Street FREMONT, OHIO ERIN MOR. CAST OF CHARACTERS: Jack Dillon, the Irish rebel hero Mr. T. M. Reardon Barney Devoy, the true-hearted Irish lad and a staunch friend of Dillon Mr. ^rank Griffin Jerry Percivil, a hunch-back villain spy and aif inveterate enemy of Dillon's Mr. Maurice Shanahan James Trevelin, the hated English Detective. . . .Mr. Will Rich Tim Sullivan, an Irish Ballad Singer, who also acts as Admiral Jones in the ship scene Mr. John Borer Judge Stokes, who also impersonates Louis, King of France, in last act Mr. Robert Reardon Father Mitchell, the Saggorth Aroon Mr. John McCarty Lord Feckinham, the cruel English Landlord. .Mr. Joe Reardon Lord Crawford, the kind-hearted English Landlord and friend of the Irish Mr. Norman McQuown Barrister Ransom, the Crown's Counsel. .Mr, Harry Duignan Colonel Hoggett, Colonel of English soldiers Mr. Eldon McArdle Barrister O'Gorman, Counsel for the Irish. .Mr. Eldon McArdle Governor of French Prison, who also acts as Lieutenant to Col. Hoggett Mr. Lester Lehmann Sheriff Mr. Dan Shanahan Page to the King of France Master Meryl McArdle The French Spy Mr. William P. Brown Kittie O'Cleary, Dillon's Sweetheart. . . .Miss Gertrude Simonis Nellie Sheridan, Barney's Sweetheart Miss Mary Sullivan Lucy Fitzsimmons, a rich heiress who marries the English Detective to her sorrow Miss Leona Crowell Mrs. Dillon, the hero's mother Miss Nellie Van Boxel Maggie McCoy, Sullivan's Sweetheart Miss Grace Hood The Banishee, or Irish Ghost Unknown Soldiers and Sailors. . . .Frank Leonard, Austin Jackman, Frank Borer and Carl Hoffman. STAGE DIRECTIONS. R — Means right; L left; R H, right hand; L H, left hand; C, center; R 1 E, right first entrance; LIE, left first entrance; S E or 2nd E, second entrance; U E, upper entrance; M D or C D, middle or center door; F the flat; D P, door in flat; R C, right of center and L C, left of center. Note. — The reader is supposed to be upon the stage facing the audience. ©CI.D 25986 ^^0. I ERIN MOR. COSTUMES. Jack Dillon — Black coat and pants, dark vest, soft felt hat and cape overcoat. For disguise a shabby suit, grey or dark with slouch hat, grey wig beard and heavy walking stick. Barney — Knee breeches, grey stockings, low cut shoes, slouch hat and an overcoat for disguise, also beard and wig. He carries a blackthorn stick and a pipe. Percevil — Knee breeches, grey stockings, low cut shoes, derby hat in first act and in the other acts a gentleman's walking suit. For a change he wears a grey suit and if desired an overcoat. Father Mitchel — A clergyman's black cloth suit with a Prince Albert coat and silk hat when he first appears and at his library scene a Cossack and biretta. Trevelin — A neat suit of black broadcloth and a fashionable grey suit of clothes with a soft hat. In first act a red wig and shabby suit of clothes when he is disguised as "Sliaun Rhu." Sullivan — Knee breeches, grey stockings, low cut shoes and a shabby suit of grey clothes v/ith a soft felt slouch hat. Lord Crawford — A stylish black broadcloth suit of clothes, a silk hat and he carries a gold-headed cane. Lord Peckeiiliani — Same style of dress as Lord Crawford. Judge Stokes — A black gown and grey wig, dark pants, etc. King of France — Same style of clothes worn by Lords Crawford and Peckinham when visiting in Ireland and the usual robes worn by a King at the throne scene with sceptre and crown. Admiral Jones — An American Admiral's uniform when com- manding the American sailors in the Battleship James- tow^n. Hoggett — An English army officer's uniform. O'Gornian — A barrister's regulation costume. Black pants, coat and regulation cap. Ransom — ^Same style costume as that worn by O'Gorman. French Spy — A plain dark suit with soft felt hat. Governor of Prison — A French officer's uniform. Lieutenant — An English army officer's uniform. Sheriff — An English officer's uniform. 4 ERIN MOR. Page to IQng — The regulation costume of Pages to French Kings. The soldiers are all to wear the regulation uniforms of English soldiers such as red coats, white trousers, leggings and the American sailors the regulation uniforms worn by our American sailors, Kitty O'Cleary — A dark blue dress with cloth and hood in first act. In parlor scene, a white muslin dress and in the hut on the mountain, a black dress in which she also appears before the King. All in plain full skirts as worn at the time in Ireland. Lucy Fitzsimmons — ^A white evening dress in parlor scene. Brown or grey suit with cloak when visiting Mrs. Dillon and a light color blue or pink dress in her last scene at her home. Mrs. Dillon — A plain dark dress, a neck kerchief, muslin cap and white apron in first scene. IShe again appears stretched in cot in cahon with white night cap. Nellie Sheridan — An Irish Peasant dress. Plain calico, any color except green or red, short to shoe tops, also a white apron. Maggie McCoy — Same style costume as that worn by Nellie Sheridan. All Peasants wear plain clothes, any style to correspond 'With the kind worn at the period from 1847 to 1849 in Ireland. ERIN MOR. PROPERTIES. Act First. Two wheels of fortune, one of which has numbers from 1 to 12, placed facing the audience. A smaller wheel on table, the following articles are attached to large wheel: a dirk knife, pocket-book, scissors, book, pen and holder, razor, cup, pipe, writing paper, a paper of pins, a bar of toilet soap and a paper folder, unbleached muslin, containing reward sign, an easil, six plain chairs, table cloth, cups, plates, sugar bowl, one large pitcher for milk, pies, etc, a blackthorn stick and a pipe for Barney, a quantity of paper for ballads, a dozen or more small green flags, coins or imitation for peasants and some shining pennies and paper money, a deck of cards and a tape measure for Trevelin, note book and pencil for Percevil. Act 2nd. Scene 2 — A sofa, four neat parlor chairs, a neat library table, hat rack and such parlor furniture as the size of stage will allow. Scene 3rd — Knitting needles, yarn, and stocking for Mrs. Dillon, also an old stool or chair, table and pencil for Percevil, a dozen blocks of wood painted black to resemble turif. Scene 4th — ^Graveyard scene — A steel bar five feet long for bell, an organ in rear of stage for the church music, four long boxes upon which is placed some green matting to resem- ble graves, a wooden cross at head of each covered with white paper, guns for soldiers. Act 3rd. Scene 4 — Parlor furniture same as in second act. Scene 2 — A riding whip, knife, two revolvers, a piece of sheet iron about 6 feet long and 3 feet wide for thunder, a letter for Barney. Scene 3 — Court-roo'm scene — An elevated platform with judge's bench, some law books, writing material, pencils, etc., for judge and lawyers, la table, chairs for spectators, etc., also two pair of handcuffs for sheriff, a revolver and knife for Ransom to be used as evidence. Scene 4 — American flags for chorus in the American sailors scene. Act 4th. Mrs. Dillon scene — ^Cot, bed clothes, bottles, straw for thatch, 10 foot step ladder, a wash stand, paper money for Crawford. Palace Scene — A raised platform for throne, a large chair for king, medalion and rugs to cover throne, letter for Per- cevil, two white chairs. ERIN MOR. SYNOPSIS: ACT I — Minard Castle. The annual pattern (picnic) in full blast. ACT II — ^Scene 1 — The plotting of the villians in the depths of the forest. Scene 2 — Father Mitchell warns his ward, Lucy Pitzsim- mons, against marriage with Trevelin. Scene 3 — The reunion at Mrs. Dillon's cabin. Scene 4 — Christmas Night in the chapel. The arrest and abduction. ACT III — Scene 1 — ^The home life of Mr. and Mrs. Trevelin. Scene 2 — The lonely cabin. Will it be murder? Scene 3 — Arrest of Barney and Percivil. Scene 4 — ^The court room. Jack Dillon's trial. Scene 5 — ^The American Battleship Jamestown. ACT IV — ^Scene 1— Father Mitchell and Lord Crawford. Scene 2— Plotting anew. Scene 3 — The eviction of Mrs. Dillon. Death. Scene 4 — La Belle France. Treachery. Exonerated. Make it two. Erin Mor Forever. A period of six months is supposed to elapse between the third and fourth scenes of the last act. ERIN MOR ACT i. Scene 1. — An Irish Landscape. Minard Castle in rear. The Irish Pattern in full blast. Booths on right and left of stage. A large wheel of fortune in center. Also a small wheel of fortune on the table. The stage is filled with peas- ants. All talking and laughing as curtain rises. Lively music in rear of stage. Peasants at booths and wheel. Nellie Sheridan. — (At booth on right) — Here, come this way, all of you, and get your money's worth. Two mutton pies as foine as was iver made in Ireland for fourpence, tupence apiece. You niver tasted the loikes of thim before or niver will again. Thry thim now. Come. Maggie McCoy. — (At left booth)^ — Come hither all of ye and thry some of my candy bullseyes. They are swater than sugar, although they are made of it. Five candy bulls- eyes and five sticks for a ha'penny apiece. Now is the time for bargains. Be wise and come now. Ye all will be welcome and moind my wurds the more ye ate of these candies, the swater you will be and the more welcome they will be for you. James Trevelin. — (Disguised as Shaun Rhu. At wheel) Here is where your fortune will be tould for nothin' if ye loike. Maybe ye don't know it, but I'm a necremancer (shuffling cards) as well as a trick-of-the-loop-man. Right fornist you. You see this great wheel of fortune? It is no gambling schame. That you can see for yourselves, as there is an article stuck to every number. In this game I have no blanks. Every one gets a prize. Thry yer luck, all it costs is a thripenny bit. (At this point the peasants invest.) The small wheel is turned and as the number to which the needle points when it stops is called out by Trevelin who looks up at the corresponding number on the big wheel. Hands the article to the man or woman who has invested. This proceed- ing goes on until all articles are disposed of except two, a dirk knife and a pocket-book. 8 ERIN MOR. Trevelin — Oh, what a beautiful razor, phat a foine cup. Oh my phat a fine scissors. (Singing is heard outside R. 2 B.) Sullivan sings. (All rush to R. 2. E, except Trevelin, who comes down stage to L. I. E. and says aside) Splendid. By jove, they haven't the remotest idea of my identity. (Sullivan resumes song outside R. 2 E. At same time Trevelin goes up stage to wheel. Sullivan's song outside runs as follows) *'High upon the gallows tree swung the noble hearted three" "With no terror stricken in their doom" ■"For they met them face to face with the courage of their race "And they went with souls undaunted to their tomb." (Enter Sullivan R. 2 E. Peasants cheer and join in chorus waving green flags.) "God save Ireland say the hero" "God save Ireland say we all" "Whether on the scaffold high" "Or the battle-field we die." "Oh what matter when for Erin dear we fall." (Cheers). Trevelin resumes position at wheel and ad- 'dressing assembly says) Byes and girls. It has been a long time since I heard such foine singin and as a token of my appreciation, I will give Tim the two articles I have left. (.Gives Tim knife and pocket-book). I hope you will keep them, Tim, and remember me by them as long as you live. (Aside- — He will have reason to, later on). Now, Tim, lets hear some of yer favorite ballads. Tim. — (Sings a stanza of an Irish piatriotic song. Now byes and girls, I will read the names of all the ballads I have. I will first mention the names of the English bal- lands and then the Irish, "The Green Above the Red," "The Hated Sassenach," "The Exiles of Erin," "Paddy and the Goat," "Daniel Aboo," "The Wearing of the Green," "The Irish Martyrs," "The Harp of Tara," and several others just like these. Now listen to the names of the Irish songs: "The Colleen Bawn," "The Colleen Dhas — ^Cruta — MaMoe," "My Boucheleen Bawn," "Thiggin Thu Galan," and several others just like thim. Then I have a collection of historical ballads, such as "The Golden and Olden Days of Ireland." This is a song describing how our country fell into the hands of a stranger. ERIN MOR. 9 Nellie S. — Oh, that must be a great song. Let's hear it. We never heard of it before. Sullivan. — Well, it's thru history just the same. Nellie S. — Let's hear it. Sullivan. — I would not attempt to sing it for I think the wurds wud choke me. Trevelin. — Tim, I suppose you have heard that I am going to America shortly, and I want to take a number of remem- berances, I want to buy all the ballads you have left after you give the byes and girls what they want. Peasants (Shout) — Hurrah, for Shaun. (At this all the peasants rush to Tim and select their ballads and pay a penny apiece for them). (Trevelin buying the remaining supply, giving Tim a note at which Tim looks suspiciously and says) You. are not giving me bad money are you Shaun? Trevelin. — No, Tim. But if you would rather have the gold, I will give you a sovereign. (Gives coin to Tim at the same time jingling money in his pockets when peasants look at each other skeptically). iSullivan. — Here is your change, Shaun. (Handing Trev- elin some money). Trevelin. — Keep the change, Tim, as I have plenty of money. (At same time showing him a handful of coins). Sullivan. — I don't want to be inquisitive, but I would like to know where and how you got all this money. If I didn't know you so well I would think there was something wrong. But, you are surely the same Shauneen, I would recognize that red head of yours in a thousand. (Business.) Trevelin. — Never mind the past. Let us talk of the pres- ent. Although I don't mind telling you where I got the money. Me brother in America sint me some with a passage ticket, and I sould my little belongings so you see I got enough of money to spend at the pattern and lashins besides. Nellie S. — What is the matter will ye be talking all day? Now Tim, let's have that song. Sullivan. — ^Well as I was saying, I will not attimpt to sing it for the wurds wud choke me. Maggie McCoy. — ^Well, niver moind singing it. You can read the first verse. Sullivan. — Well as long as you are insisting upon it. "Let Erin remember the days of old. Ere her faithless sons bertayed her. When Malachi wore the collar of gold. Which he won from the proud invader. When her kings with banners of green unfurled 10 ERIN MOR. Led the red branch knights to danger. Ere the Emerald gem of the western world was set in the crown of a stranger." Peasants. — Oh, Oh, shame, shame. Maggie MoCoy. — Ah that song is no good. Ireland has no faithless sons or daughters either. Sullivan. — I wish that was thrue. All countries have traitors and informers, and Ireland is no exception. We haven't very many, that's thrue. Thank God, But wan is too many. There may be spies and detectives here right now. (At this Trevelin starts). (One bar of quick music.) I know some people and so do all of ye that even sold their souls for a mess of pottage, or I should say a pot of porridge. We call them soupers. And I know some men too, like Judas of old who betrayed their master for a piece of silver. We all know that hundreds, yes and thousands upon thousands of our poor creatures, men, women and children have died of starvation, rather than forsake the faith or give up alle- gience to their country. Peasants. — (All shout) — Hurrah for Tim Sullivan. < Nellie. — Faith. He is as fine a speechmaker as he is a singer, and ye all know he spakes and sings the truth. (At this Sullivan looks out R. U. E. and says) Hello, who's this coming down the road? (All peasants look out R. U. E.) Sullivan. — Bless me soul, if it isn't Barney Devoy, and Tie is lookin as pale as a ghost. Trevelin. — (In rear of peasant's unobserved saye aside) What, Barney Devoy coming here. He is the only man in Ireland I dread. I must now make a hasty exit. (Runs to Xi, U, E. Exits unobserved.) (Enters Barney R. U. E. He is pale and nervous.) Barney. — Whist, byes and girls. (At this all gather around Barney.) Sullivan. — ^What makes you so pale, Barney? Spake out. What's the matter? Barney. — Well, as I was coming down the Bohereen that lades from Droum-a-valle to Dingle last night, who should I see fornist me with my two eyes, but Jerry Percevil the notor- ious villian and Col. Hoggett, the Col. of Police talking very confidentially, planning for Dillon's capture. I overheard their plan. They were to have one of their spies here in disguise. Didn't ye notice any strangers here today? Sullivan. — Why, no. But sure they could be for all that. ERIN MOR. 11 Barney. — Did ye notice any wan spendin a good dale of money at the stands and didn't that man buy a lot of ballads? Peasants. — (All say) Yes, yes. Sullivan. — Yes, but sure he was Shaun Rhu, (looks around) but he is gone. Barney. — Do you know that Shaun Rhu was tried and convicted for high treason? He was transported for life, and is now on a convict's ship bound for Australia. The man that called himself Shaun Rhu was none other than Jim Trevelin, the hated English spy. Peasants. — Oh, fie, shame, shame. Nellie S. — If we get our hands on the villian, we will tear him to bits. I wish my pie choked him. Maggie Mc. — ^Oh the black divil. He will never have a day's luck. Barney. — Whist don't talk so loud. There are spies everywhere. The very rocks may have ears. Sullivan. — Barney, I tell you that all the English spies, cut throats, informers and detectives in the infernal regions, are not going to spoil our fun today. Peasants. — (Applause.) Right ye are, Tim. Now for a song, a song. (At this Tim sings a patriotic song. All join in the chorus waving greeh flags.) Barney. — I don't feel so down hearted now. Thim are the only kind of songs for me. They have the thrue ring to thim. They make us love our country and hate our rulers more and more. (Peasants. — Exeunt R. U. E. and L. U. E. except Bar- ney, Tim, Nellie and Maggie.) Nellie S. — Sure Barney, ye must be tired and hungry. (Sets table for four. All sit at table.) Nellie S. — Tim, sit here, and Maggie you sit next to Barney. Maggie. — You want that place yourself. You know you do. Tim. — And you want to sit by me. Don't you now, Acushla? (Business.) Nellie. — Try some of my mutton pies, and here is some milk to wash them down. (All eat and drink, laugh and talk in dumb show.) Barney. — Tim, I tell you that was as foine a pie as I iver ate. Tim. — Sure, you would say that anyways. But it's thrue for you just the same. 12 ERIN MOR. Maggie, Barney, whin Father Mitchell ties the knot your wife will be a good cook, and a. long life to ye both. Barney. — Yes, and I don't think you will be sent to the Shkellig's aither for not being married before next sherofe. My opinion is, you will be doing something else besides selling bullseye candies at Patterns. (All laugh.) Trevelin. — (Appears at L. U. E. unobserved and says) That's right, be happy while you can. (Then disappears.) (All at table say) — What's that? Barney. — What noise was that? (Stands up, looks around and out L. U. E. and R. U. E.) Hello, here comes Kittle O'Cleary, poor Jack's sweetheart. She looks like she was after attindin her own funeral. (Enters Kittie O'Cleary R. U. E. All shout.) Hurrah for Miss O'Cleary. Kittie. — (Sits down on chair vacated by Barney.) Oh, don't please. Don't, you will break my heart, which I fear is already broken. Oh, this terrible ordeal. This terrible strain, how can I stand it? All my future plans gone. All my fond hopes vanished. Oh, my poor Jack. My poor Jack. What will become of you? (Weeps.) Ever since the night he was seen on the mountain side, drilling the White Boys he has been sought after by the cruel soldiers and cowardly constabulary. Neither of whom will show him any mercy. I have been told that a big reward is offered for his capture, and that the authorities have had huge posters printed announcing this, and the first place they intend to post one is right here at Minard Castle today. This is my reason for coming here. I wanted to know whether Jack's friends had heard this and if so, what plans they had made to thwart the authori- ties. Oh, I am so anxious. Speak, speak, and tell me if there is any hope. Tell me. Oh, do tell me what you have done or intend to do to save poor Jack. Oh, Jack, Jack. (Weeps.) Barney. — (Motions to the others to leave. All exeunt R. 2 E. except Barney and Kitty.) Barney. — Cheer up Miss Kitty, I can tell you there is hope. Kittie. — Barney I am sure Jack would trust his life in your hands. (At this Percevel appears at the L. U. E. with note-book unobserved.) Barney. — Now Miss Kitty, I know all about Capt. Jack. I saw him late last night and told him the schemes they had for his capture. He told me how terrible anxious he was to see his poor ould mother and especially to talk with you. I pledged him my wurd and honor, the whole matter would be ERIN MOR. 13 arranged and now I won't say another wurd till you make me a promise. (At this Percivil disappears L. U. E.) I said to myself in coming here, if I have only the good luck to meet Miss Kitty today, I have a secret to tell her, but she won't be tould of it till she makes me a promise first. Now will you promise? Kitty. — Barney, you surprise me. How do I know what is in your mind? I am not a mind reader. It may be impos- sible for me to fulfill the promise you ask. Barney. — Oh you can keep the promise all right. Kitty. — Barney, I don't like to say anything that would hurt your feelings. You ask a lady to make a promise and keep her in the dark as to what that promise will be. Now you can see how unreasonable you are. Your request is not only out of order but entirely improper. Barney — Oh Miss Kitty, I thought you knew me better than that. I know that I haven't foine clothes such as you and the loikes of you have. I am not what you call a polished gintle- man, but Barney Devoy's heart is in the right place and he would be the last man on earth to say or do anything that would give the slightest offense to a lady or ask her to make an unreasonable promise. Oh, Miss Kitty, that last speech of yours cut away down here. (Points to heart.) It hurts and hurts badly. (Weeps.) I little dreamt that you had such an opinion of me. Kitty. — Oh I am sorry Barney, for what I said. I didn't intend to hurt your feelings, I spoke too hastily. I beg a thousand pardons. Why should I mistrust you, the most loyal friend by betrothed has ever had or can ever hope to have? He would trust his life in your hands and so would I. Yes, Barney, I will promise to do whatever you ask. Barney. — Yon don't know what a load you have lifted from my heart. Kitty. — Now Barney, name your promise. Barney. — That you will sing one of those beautiful songs you used to sing for Jack. Kitty. — Oh, I had no idea that you would ask such an unreasonable request as that. In my present state of mind, how could you? Barney. — I tell you I have some glorious news for you, and it's the proud boast of the O'Cleary's that none of the name ever broke their word, and that was the reason I had for insistin on your promise. Kitty. — Well alright Barney. I will do the best I can. 14 ERIN MOR. (Re-enter peasants talking loud, from R. U. E. and L. U. E.) Barney. — Whist. We are going to have a song. Peasants. — Good. Good. (Applause.) Kitty sings at conclusion there is loud applause. (Enter Trevelin and Hoggett L. 2 E.) Trevelin. — There are your pair of birds, Col. (Points to Barney and Sullivan.) Hoggett posts reward bill which reads £100 Reward for the Capture of Jack Dillon, the Irish Rebel. Trevelin. — (Speaks in a low voice.) Don't place them under arrest now. Wait until the Pattern is about over, at nightfall. They will continue to talk and undoubtedly we can get some more information. Hoggett. — All right. I presume it will be better to let them have their fun for awhile. They will have to sing a different song and dance to another tune ere long. (Exeunt Trevelin and Hoggett L. 2 E.) (During conversation between Trevelin and Hoggett the others speak in dumb show.) Barney. — Well, Miss Kitty, don't you feel better now? Kitty. — I feel such a dreadful load on my heart. I am so downcast. I fear something dreadful is going to happen. (Exeunt peasants R. U. E.) Barney. — I will bring her one that will cheer her up. (Exit Barney R. U. E. Enter Percevil L. U. E.) Percivil. — ^Well, Miss Kitty, I am delighted to see you here. I didn't anticipate such a pleasure. Have you changed your mind since our last meeting? I presume you are aware that important events have taken place since then? Kitty. — What do you mean, sir? Percivil. — Oh don't pretend you haven't heard the news. Kitty. — To what news do you refer? Percivil. — The news that the other night your friend. Jack Dillon w^as caught red-handed in the act of drilling the rebels on the mountain side near "Droumavalla" and that the officers are now on his trail in hot pursuit. Oh, it will go hard with him if he is caught. And you mean to tell me you are entirely ignorant of this? Why, everybody is talking about it. It is the one subject that is on everyone's lips, not only here, but all over the County Kerry. Kitty. — And pray, what is your object in telling me this? Percivil. — To show and to prove to you that I can assist you in your desire to have your bethrothed get away. I will If you but say the word, have him leave the country. I can ERIN MOR. 15 provide the necessary transportation and lie can go to a place where he will be perfectly safe. Kitty. — Knowing you as I do, and realizing you have Bome ulterior motive for all this pretended kindness, I desire to know what your motive is. Percivil. — Simply to prove to you that the devil is not always as black as he is painted. Kitty. — And you mean to tell me that you intend doing" all this simply to show me, that after all, you are willing to lend me a helping hand in this hour of need and assist Jack Dillon in escaping? Percivil. — Yes, yes, and more. I desire to convince you by even risking my own life in doing so, that I have earned your good opinion and if I am successful we can renew our former friendship. Let us forget the past. Let bygones be bygones. Now what say you to all this? Kitty. — What say I to all this? Now listen, Mr. Jerry Percivil, and mark it well. I loathe and despise you, I know you to be one of the vilest creatures that treads the earth. Like all wretches of your stamp, you have a smile for one's, eye and a dagger for their heart. If you thought for one minute, that I placed any confidence in your pretended friend- /ship, you were badly mistaken. A man that will turn on his best friends, and sell his soul for a bribe as you have done, is a traitor to his God and his country. You wouldn't stop at anything. No, not even murder itself, if you thought you could gain anything by it. Now let me tell you, once and for all that I would rather live in a hovel, aye in squalid poverty, such as the poor people of Ireland are compelled to live, then accept your offer. No, I reject it with scorn, and hate you all the more for attempting to deceive me. Percivil. — Now you have had your say, I presume that you will listen to me. You know that we were children together, lived in the same neighborhood. Your friend, Jack Dillon, and I were playmates when children. All three of us attended the same school and for a time the same church. One day when Jack and I were playing at his place, he dared me to ride one of his mules, which I did, not knowing that the animal was vicious and if Jack knew this, he kept the knowledge to himself. Up to that time I was sound and straight in body and limb, with a bright future before me, but the ride on that mule was the turning point in my life. The mule threw me off and I alighted on my back, upon a huge rock which caused curvature of the spine and made me a cripple for life. My parents, who were in comfortable cir- 16 ERIN MOR. cumstances as you know, spent all they were worth in taking Pile from place to place to consult noted surgeons and special- ists, in the hope that I would be cured, but all to no avail. My parents died broken hearted and after that I swore ven- geance on Jack Dillon, who was the original cause of all this trouble, and I tell you now that I will not rest day or night until I bring him to justice, and when he is convicted and sentenced to the gallows for high treason, I will have the pleause of assisting the hangman. Kitty. ^ — Oh, stop, stop. (Screams and faints.) (At which peasants all run in. (Entering from R. U. E. and L. U. U.) Trevelin and Hoggett hurriedly enter L. U. E.) Treveiin. — There are your prisoners. Colonel, arrest them at once. Hoggett — (Places his hands on Barney and Sullivan shoulders and says) You are my prisoners. Barney. — It is your turn now, but mine will come yet. (Tableau quick music with curtain.) ACT 2. Scene 1. — Wood in First Groove. Enters Percivil R. I. E. (Looks cautiously around before speaking.) Percivil. — I am now ready for the certain capture of Jack Dillon. He little expects the surprise I am going to give him. Her vv^ords still ring in my ears, "I loathe and despise you. Miss Kitty I will give you plenty of cause for that. I am in the crown's employ and the authorities will leave no stone unturned to bring Dillon to justice. I have already confided my plans to Mr. Trevelin, the famous English spy and detective and he fully agrees with me. (Looks out R. I. E.) Here he comes. (Enter Trevelin R. I. E. Percivil approaches Trevelin. They shake hands. Percivil. — Well Mr. James I am glad to see you. Trevelin. — I have carefully considered your plans for Dillon's capture. The only objection is, there will be so many sympathizers at the midnight mass we may be powerless and unable to defend ourselves in the event of an attack. And that there v/ill be an attack, if the matter should become known there is no doubt. But as you took down the conver- sation between Kitty O'Cleary and Barney Devoy at the pat- tern, I am sure that we will have no trouble in convicting ERIN MOR. 17 Devoy for aiding and abetting treason, and Sullivan for circu- lating treasonable literature. I have concluded however to postpone their trials until we have the chief conspirator under lock and key. We made one great mistake at the pattern; we should have waited until we learned the intended meeting place of Dillon and his sweetheart. Had we done this a great deal of time would be saved. Fercivil. — If we are attacked when we place Dillon under arrest, I will endeavor to capture Miss O'Cleary during the excitement and take her to a place of safety where she will be far away from home and friends. (Looks out R. I. E.) Hello, who is the excited individual? As I live it is Lord Peckinham. I wonder what is the matter. (Enter Peckinham R. I. E. very much excited.) Peckinham. — Haven't you heard the news? Devoy over- powered his guards last night and made his escape. Trevelin and Percivil both say. — What! Devoy has escaped? Peckinham. — Yes. And as soon as I learned this I made inquiries of your whereabouts and they told me that I would find you dovrn here so I came as fast as my best horse could bring me. Trevelin. — Do you think that fugitives from justice would travel the same road as government employees. Not if they knew it. Peckinham. — I know nothing about that. I am exceed- ingly anxious for the trial and punishment of all the rebels, especially the speedy trial of Dillon whose mother is one of my tenants. When Dillon was at home he paid me the rent regularly, but since he has been a fugitive from justice I haven't received a penny. The old woman says she hasn't any money and is living on the charity of friends. The same old story I hear from all the mere Irish. I am sick and tired listening to their tales of woe. Why just think that old woman has been told time and time again by Parson Lewis if she would give up her "Romish Religion" and attend our church that she would not only be provided with the neces- saries of life but she Avould also be given a home in one of our colonies. And what do you think her answer was Why she actually insulted Mr. Lewis, she said, "Parson Lewis, I will tell you once and for all that I will never change my religion. No, not for all the gold in England. I would rather die in squalor poverty, yes, in my miserable hovel near where my poor husband was hanged for what you called treason, than take one mouthful of your food on the conditions you state." 18 ERIN MOR. What patience do you think we ought to have with such beg- gars? I am more than anxious for Devoy's capture. It is he I am told who brought the food to the old woman and since he has been in prison she has felt the want of it many and many a time. Percivil. — Serves her right. It is her own fault. Peckinham. — Who can have any sympathy with such wretches when they refuse succor on the conditions we pre- scribe. I hate papists and have long since declared they will be shown no mercy by me. Trevelin. — Well Lord Peckinham, I can hardly agree with you in all that you say. You will admit that there are some honorable exceptions even among papists. Peckinham. — Oh, yes, there are exceptions in all cases of course. So let us be off, hoping that ere tomorrow's sun we will have our birds caged. (All three exeunt L. I. E.) (Dillon enters R. I. E.) Dillon. — O Erin Mor. When shall we again behold the happy scenes of the past? Such horrors that now surround us on every side. Can any true Irishman ever forget them and the causes that have brought them on? It is said the Lord chastises those whom He loves. Surely then He must love the poor peasants of Ireland who have no parallel in his- tory for adhering to their faith in spite of the most terrible trials. It is true that the blight has ruined our crops this year, but there is a worse blight. English misrule in Ireland, which is the cause of all this terrible suffering, misery, woe, and want. Can the Irish heart ever forget these scenes? Can a single Irish soul boasting of good old Irish blood ever forget these times, guant famine, desolation, starvation and death everywhere? And this was the very time too when the hated Saxon promised reform and repeal without end, to heal the ever open and bleeding wounds of poor Ireland. How have those promises been kept? Look around you and see for yourself. Our people are dying by the thousands. Here, there, everywhere their dead bodies are scattered. From the smiling villages to the crowded towns where they have been such happy children they have been gradually smoked out, stamped out, murdered out, yes, murdered out by the oppres- sion of their rulers. Strong men have become as little chil- dren. Poor, weak women have become' imbued with fearful strength as their children are starving to death, and they are helpless and unable to save them. Thousands are down with fever and famine, and the only relief offered is a conditional ERIN MOR. 19 one. The poor sufferers are told that if they will listen to or read the tracts given them and attend worship at the "Estab- lished Church," they need no longer suffer. The offer has been scornfully declined. Here I aim a fugitive from justice so called because I dared to take up arms for my country. Be- cause I dared to avenge my father's murder. Can I ever forget that awful scene? He was hanged in front of his own door for what they call treason. Because he dared lift his hand and raise his voice in defense of his country. I have made a vow that as long as breath remains in my body I will do all in my power to secure freedom for my country and the release of my fellow countrymen from bondage. (Enter Barney R. I. E. hurriedly during the last of Dillon's speech. Advances toward Dillon. Shakes hands warmly with both hands as he says) Yes, and you may depind on me to stand by you as long as I live. Dillon. — Why Barney, I am more than delighted to see you, but how did you manage to escape from prison Barney. — 'Wheew, begorra, that was a close call. As I was coming down the road who should I see galloping behind me but ould Peckinghen as we call him. I tell you it didn't take me long to leave tracks behind me, for I knew if the ould villian ever got hold of me, it would be all day with Barney Devoy. So I hid myself behind the Milltown milestone and waited there until the ould scoundrel passed and here I am. How did I escape from prison? Your friend the guard bundled me up with the other dirty clothes which were taken to the wash house and once there I had no trouble in escaping. I have had some close calls, but I am a free man once more and ready to help you. Dillon. — What is the latest news? Barney. — Oh, there is nothing special Captain. Only the soldiers and peelers are in a great flurry over my escape. Thanks to you. Dillon. — Well tell me Barney, all the principal events that have taken place since I saw you last. Barney. — ^Well, you see Captain, after leaving you that night, I heard the conspirators making plans for your capture, I hurried to the pattern to tell the byes and girls all about it. I was anxious to meet Miss Kitty and give her your message. I got to the pattern all right and tould them what I heard and also told Miss Kitty your wish to see her and was just starting to tell her where she would meet you, when we were suddenly interrupted by that scoundrel Trevelin who was disguised as "ShaunRhu" and Hoggett, the English Colonel who had a great 20 ERIN MOR. big poster announcing £lOO reward for your capture. After they posted up the bill, they placed Sullivan and myself under arrest. They charged me with aiding treason and Sullivan with circulating treasonable literature. Poor Kitty looked awful blue, and I wanted to cheer her up and insisted that she should sing one of your favorite songs which she did. And again we were interrupted by the appearance of the spy and Hoggett and the soldiers and you know the rest. And now. Captain, here is some clothes that I bought wid me for you to put on and disguise yourself so that if the blood hounds should be put on your tracks they would be thrown off the sint. Dillon. — Barney, when did you see my mother last and how is she getting along? Barney. — I saw her the day before yesterday, and she told me she didn't know what she would do but for the kindness of Miss Kitty. Dillon. — You don't mean to tell me that she is in want? Barney, — I'm afraid so. Captain. Dillon. — ^What does this mean? I was sure she had enough provisions to last her several months. And as far as the rent is concerned, with the money that she gets from my sister Mary from America, regularly she has surely been able to pay that. Barney. — She hasn't received a letter from America or any other place since you left. Dillon. — What is that you say? Barney. — I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it is always best to tell the truth. Dillon. — Come to reflect on it, the letters from my sister were always addressed to me, and I can now see through the whole scheme. The authorities have intercepted those let- ters. Barney. — That is just what the dirty spalpeens have done. But we are wasting time here. Now put on these clothes. (Dillon puts on clothes, wig and beard.) Dillon. — Now I am ready to see Kitty and my mother. Barney. — ^Naither one will recognize you in that outfit. Now let's be off. (Both exeunt L. I. E.) (Scene 2.) (A beautifully furnished parlor.) (Lucy and Kitty seated at table.) Lucy. — I scarcely know my own mind. I have promised to become the wife of James Trevelin, and this too in the face ERIN MOR. 21 of protests of my best friends. Of course if he were only of my faith all would be well, but lie is not, and what is worse, I fear he never will be. Kitty. — That is just as I expected in fact it couldn't be otherwise. I don't want to make you feel sad Lucy, but some- thing prompted me to come here and speak frankly to you. Now listen. How can you expect a day's happiness with a man like James Trevelin whose whole life has been devoted to detective work? A spy and informer is not the kind of a man you should choose for a husband. Lucy. — That is just what all my friends say. I tell you confidentially I love him so deeply and so dearly, I should never be happy with anybody else. Come what will there will be no other love in my life. Be not hasty in your judgment of him. Remember love makes or mars a woman's life. It brings with it a blessing or a curse. Kitty. — Oh yes that may sound very well from your standpoint but remember there are others to be considered. Think what a terrible reflection on Father Mitchell, your guardian. He was appointed by your father on his death- bed to look after you and your estate. Your mother died when you were a mere child as my parents often told me. Your father accumulated quite a fortune and how he managed to retain it under existing conditions in Ireland, has always been a mystery to me. Lucy. — Oh that is easy enough explained. While natural- ly he sympathized with the poor people in their struggle for freedom, he was never so foolish as to put his neck in the halter by joining their so called patriotic societies. Kitty. — And that is true of my father also. And if Mr. Dillon, Jack's father, had taken thier advice, Jack wouldn't be hounded today by the soldiers and police. The three men. were near neighbors and fast friends. (Enter Nellie Sheridan C. D.) Nellie. — Oh Miss Kitty have you heard the news? Bar- ney has escaped from prison and he and Master Jack are on their way here this very minute. Lucy and Kitty — (In surprise) What, Barney and Jack coming here? Kitty. — They are taking an awful risk. (Exit Nellie CD.) (Enters R. U. E. Father Mitchel.) (Business.) Fr. Mitchell. — Good evening ladies. Lucy and Kitty. — (Rise, both say good evening Father.) 22 ERIN MOR. Father Mitchell. — I am so glad you are here Kitty, as I need your assistance, in the case I have on hand. Kitty. — ^May I ask Father, what kind of a case it is? Lucy. — (Gets chair.) Please be seated Father. (All sit at table.) Father M. — Oh, it isn't a case of life and death. And yet, come to think of it, it may even come to that. I'll tell you, Kitty, (pointing to Lucy) this young lady has been placed iB. my charge as you know. I am her guardian, I have tried to do my duty toward her. She graduated from one of the beSt schools in Ireland, On the night she graduated there was no prouder man in the audience than myself. I thought she was qualified to be the wife of the noblest man in Ireland. I thought her prospects were exceedingly bright, brilliant in fact. You can imagine my s,urprise when I learned that Jim Trevelin, the spy, was secretly paying court to her. The last man on earth I would recommend for her husband. And yet I learned that this scoundrel — Oh, excuse me Miss Lucy — and yet why should I mince words. Honest men should not hesitate in calling a spade, a spade. This man Trevelin comes along and upsets all my plans and worst of all, she has not ■only encouraged him but has actually promised to become Ills wife. I don't understand this at all. There is only one explanation and that is, some young women are so susceptible to flattery. My duty to her compels me to speak plainly. I want to warn her before it is too late. Kitty. — I fully agree with you. Father. We were dis- cussing this most delicate and important subject, just as you entered. Lucy. — Father Mitchell, if you have said all you intended to say, I presume, I will be allowed to speak. Father M. — Proceed, as I am sure we are both exceed- ingly anxious to hear what you have to say. Lucy. — When I was a child, I thought as a child and understood as a child. Now I am of age and think I ought to know my own mind. I have heard of matchmaking, where young people were forced to marry strangers for some mone- tary consideration they married to please their parents who had made the match. So I didn't propose to be put up for sale on a "Bargain Counter." Father M. — (Angrily.) — You ought to be ashamed of your- self for making such a speech. You only add insult to injury. And is this the result of my efforts in your behalf? Now listen to me. ERIN MOR. 23 Lucy. — (Weeping bitterly) I will not listen to your scolding any longer. (Rises to leave is detained by Kitty.) Kitty. — Lucy, Father Mitchell is for your good. Please sit down and be calm. Lucy. — (Crying) Oh he means well. But every word he says is like a dagger to my heart. Father M. — I am very much afraid if you are so head- strong and won't listen to those who have your real interest, both spiritual and temporal at heart, you will have a good many daggers piercing your heart, in time to come. Now Lucy, please don't act hasty in this most important matter of your life. Lucy. — I have not acted hasty. I have thought it all over, time and again. Oh, Father you don't understand. A woman's love is unfathomable. You speak of my bethrothed as if he were a monster, a fiend, a villian who would stop at nothing to gain his point. I can't think that of him. He has been so kind, so considerate, so gentlemanly, and withal so outspoken I can not think him capable of deceit. Father M. — Just one word more and I am done. I want to ask a few questions and will answer them myself. Those are for you to ponder over and when I have done this I have done my duty and will have nothing to answer for either here or hereafter as far as my duty to Miss Lucy Fitz is concerned. Is Jim Trevelin one of your countrymen? No, he is a pure type of the dyed in the wool Saxon. Is Jim Trevelin of your faith? No, he and his farefathers were bitter anti-catholics. Has he promised to accept your relig- ious belief in the event of your marriage to him? No, he has not nor will he. Has he promised to give up his avoca- tion, that of a spy and informer and seek a more honorable calling when you become his wife? No. Because he is unfit for any honorable calling. Lucy. — (Furiously angry, rising) I will not listen to your tirade of abuse of my bethrothed any longer. Exit C. D. hurriedly.) Father M. — (Looks out C. D. after Lucy) I will fervently pray for her that she may change her mind before it is too late. . This is the most cruel blow I have ever received. Kitty. — Well, Father, let us change the subject. I haven't seen Mrs. Dillon for several days. I must hasten to her cabin and tell her the good news that Jack and Barney are coming to see her. (Both exeunt C. D.) (Scene 3rd — Mrs. DiUow's cabin on the mountain side.) 24 ERIN MOR. Mrs. Dillon. — Discovered knitting in front of her cabin). Mrs. D. — It has been several months since my poor boy left this house to command the boys who were waiting to fight for Ireland's freedom. It seems years. I haven't had a sound sleep since he left. I am beginning to think that I must share the same fate as the thousands of poor women around here who are suffering from hunger, famine, sickness and disease. But welcome be the will of God. Sure only for Misg Kitty and Barney Devoy I should even suffer now. I had a beautiful dream last night. I don't believe in dreams but that was such a beautiful one, I can't drive it out of my mind. I thought I saw my husband in heaven and he told me to be of good cheer, that a brighter day was sure to come to Ire- land. That I should see the real "Erin Mor," that the sunshine would dispel the shadows. He also said that my son would be a free man in a short time and that he would be a ruler of a people in a foreign country. Oh, but I was dis- appointed when I awoke and found that it was only a dream. The stern reality stared me in the face and here I was in this miserable hovel with scarcely anything to eat. Only these few sods of turf left and Old Peckinham bothering the very life out of me for rent, and I not having a penny to pay him. My poor boy living like a beast in the mountains, while the English bloodhounds are hunting him down. Oh cruel, cruel fate. What sins have I committed that have caused me all this trouble, woe, misery and want. I am sure I don't know the Lord knows best. (Enter Kitty and Lucy at L. 2nd. E.) Kitty. — How are you feeling Mrs. Dillon? Mrs. Dillon. — Oh fairly well thank you. Ye are both welcome, but what brings ye here at this time of the evening? Kitty. — ^We bring you good news. Mrs. Dillon. — Sure that is what you are always doing. Kitty. — Jack and Barney are coming to see you tonight. Mrs. Dillon. — Jack and Barney 'coming here; impossible. Sure Barney, I am told is in jail and Jack won't dare to come here. Why that villian Percivil is peeping around here every day looking for him. (Business.) Lucy. — Well no matter who is looking for him, he will be here tonight and so will Barney. (Looks out L. 2 E.) Here they come now, (Enter Dillon and Barney L. 2 E. Dillon rushes to Mrs. Dillon.) Affectionate scene between mother and son, also betWQQCi Jack and Kitty. ERIN MOR. 25 Barney shakes hands all around. Dillon. — I am so glad once more to be In the midst of those who are near and dear to me. Barney. — Now if Nellie was only here what a reunion we would have. Lucy. — She told me she was coming here. (Looks out L. 2 E.) And sure enough here she comes now. (Nellie enters L. 2 E. Barney hides behind cabin. Nellie searches for Barney. All laugh.) Nellie. — I thought ye tould me Barney was here. Barney. — (Steals up behind Nellie and places his hands over her eyes.) Nellie. — Who is this? Oh, it's only Barney. (Barney and Nellie talk in dumb show.) Dillon. — Mother, they tell me you haven't had a letter from sister Mary since I left. Mrs. D. — Not a line. Dillon. — Then the authorities got them. (During the speech Percivil enters disguised, unobserved from rear with tablet and pencil.) Mrs. D. — Only for Miss Kitty here, I would have starved to death and Barney brought me plenty of turf while he could, but since he was taken prisoner I have had a hard time of it. Maggie McCoy. — (Enters hurriedly R. 2 E. and runs to Barney and says) Barney I just heard you were here, and what is the latest news about poor Tim? He has been a long time behind prison bars. Barney. — He will not be there much longer. I saw Lord Crawford. Wm. Sherman Crawford, Member of Parliament, and although an Englishman, he has done more for the poor of Ireland than the whole caboodle of would-be liberators. He promised me to attend Tim's trial and get him free. Maggie. — ^Oh, I am so glad to hear that. May God bless the gintleman. Barney. — I suppose ye know we are running an awful risk in coming here as we may be arrested at any minute. Now remember we are depending on your wits to protect us. Kitty. — I don't think you need have any fear. I am satis- fied, Barney, that you can outwit the police at any time and as far as Jack is concerned we will try to protect him also. Tomorrow will be Christmas; I told Father Mitchel we would attend mid-night mass. (At this point Percivil is seen mak- ing notes) and there will be such a crowd there, it will be impossible for the officers to recognize any one, Jack you 26 ERIN MOR. can wait till the very last. The crowd will all be gone by that time and the soldiers too, I think you will be perfectly safe. Jack. — All right I will do as you say. (Perc'ivil here makes a hurried exit out L. U. E. with note book raised.) Barney. — As we are all together once more suppose Miss Kitty will cheer us up with a song. All say. — A song, song (Kitty sings with chorus if desired.) (Scene 4th.) (Churchyard, gravestones, chapel in center at rear. The sound of a bell is heard. All enter chapel after which soldiers appear on stage. Trevelin and Percevil with them. Within chapel is heard the singing of **The Adeste Pideles." During the singing soldiers drill 'on stage. In due time all leave chapel; Dillon last.) Percivil. — (Shouts) There is your man (Pointing to Dil- lon.) Colonel arrest him. (Business.) Hoggett. — Mr. Dillon you are my prisoner. Percivil. — Now is my time. Siezes Kitty, rushes out L. U. E.) Kitty. — What's that, prisoner; (Screams and is about to faint. Barney rushes to Kitty's side, is held back by the soldiers who say stand back.) (Tableau and quick curtain.) ACT 3. Scene 1st. — (Parlor in Trevelin's house. Lucy seated at table.) Lucy. — One year has elapsed since I became the wife of James Trevelin and oh, what a year of suffering. It seems an age. I haven't seen a day no, not even an hour, without trouble. What a fool I was not to have listened to those who were for my good. They warned, cautioned, nay even threat- ened me, but all to no avail. I fell into the trap that was set for me, and I have lived to see my folly. I ought not to have listened to this man's flattery. I might have known it wasn't me he wanted, but my money; and he has been successful in getting most of it. Where has this money gone? I have good reason to believe that he has spent the most of it at the gambling table and in debauchery. Oh, why was I so blind; if I could only have lifted the veil from his ERIN MOR. 27 face and seen the treachery that lurked behind it; but now, alas, it is too late. (Weeps.) (Enter Trevelin C. D. takes off hat and gloves and lays them on the table.) Trevelin. — Well here I am. Haven't you anything to say to me? Lucy. — Nothing, nothing. (Tries to wipe away her tears.) Trevelin. — What: Crying again? Will I ever come home without finding you in tears? Lucy. — Haven't I cause for tears? Trevelin. — I can't see that you have. Lucy. — Then you must be very blind. Trevelin. — Are you not comfortably housed, clothed and fed? What more do you want? Lucy. — If I have all you say, whose money pays for it? Trevelin. — Mine. Lucy. — Since when please did it becomes yours? Trevelin. — ^^Since the day I married you. Lucy. — Yes, you have squandered the most of it, but you shall have no more. Trevelin. — Indeed, and pray, who says so? Lucy. — I say so — James Trevelin. Trevelin. — And what have you to say about it?. Lucy. — Everything. Trevelin. — Poor deluded fool. Don't you know that we are under the English Common Law in this country, and that law makes the husband and wife one, and the husband the one? You see from the very hour I married you, all that you possessed became mine by law. Lucy.-^Then I shall seek a legal separation. Trevelin. — Ha, ha, ha. That's good. I want to tell you that even that you can't have. Lucy. — Why can't I have it? Trevelin. — Because your "Romish" religion forbids it and to my mind that is the only good feature about it. Lucy. — I want to tell you that I will see what can be done to get rid of you. I don't intend to put up with your conduct any longer. Trevelin. — Well what are you going to do about it. Lucy. — I intend to keep my own counsel. Trevelin. — Oh, you do, eh? Lucy. — Yes, I do. Trevelin. — What a prize I drew surely, when I got you for a wife. 28 ERIN MOR. Lucy, — You mean what a prize I got when I accepted you for my husband. Trevelin. — Oh, it's wasting time to talk to you. Lucy. — Then don't talk to me. Trevelin. — You are the most tantalizing creature I ever knew, Lucy. — And you are the most daring hypocrite that I ever saw. Trevelin, — Be careful, or you will arouse my anger. Lucy, — That's not difficult, Trevelin. — What do you mean? Lucy. — Just what I have said. Trevelin. — How dare you talk to me like that; after I have condescended to become your husband and given you my name? Lucy. — And what a name to be proud of. Jim Trevelin, the spy detective and informer, Trevelin. — ^Well, the name is just as good and better than Lucy Pitzimmons, the daughter of Paddy, the papist. Lucy. — You snake, Trevelin. — What kind of a man am I anyway, to put up with this? You will provoke me to strike. Lucy. — I dare you. (Business.) Trevelin. — You do eh? Well take that. (Raises his right arm and attempts to strike Lucy.) Father M. — (Enters hurriedly R. 2. E. catches hold of Trevelin's raised arm and says) What does this mean, sir? Trevelin. — Who gave you the right to interfere between husband and wife. Fr. Mitchell. — As her guardian, I claim that right, Trevelin. — I want you to understand, sir, that she is of legal age and married, and from the very hour of that mar- riage I have been her legal guardian. Fr. Mitchell. — That remains to be seen. I know that as such you have demanded and received considerable money, which was placed in my hands for her exclusive use and benefit. What have you done with this money? Trevelin. — That is none of your business. '^ Fr. Mitchell. — You have also demanded the remaining portion of this money, 'but I tell you now that you shall not touch another penny, if I can help it, Trevelin. — Oh, but you can't help it. You dare not refuse. Fr. Mitchell. — But I do refuse, and now what are you going to do about it? You think because our religion doesn't ERIN MOR. 29 endorse divorce, you can force her to live with you, regardless of your treatment, squander her means, and act toward her as if she were your slave? I will show you that you are very badly mistaken. Come, Lucy. (Lucy crying.) Let us go and consult a lawyer before you sign this document which has been carefully prepared for your signature. (Business.) (Lucy and Father Mitchell exeunt C. D.) Trevelin. — (Looking after them) Well if that isn't the boldest, most daring and most impudent piece of business I ever saw. A Romish Priest interfering between husband and wife. I shall see about this. (Exit hurriedly C. D.) (Scene 2.) (A mountain scene, in rear, lights very low. A terrible thunder storm.) Enters Percivil L. U. E, with riding boots and whip.) Percevil. — I wonder if that young lady has changed her mind by this. I will unlock the door and see what she has to say. (Goes to door at R. 2 E. unlocks it.) Come out. (Kitty enters careworn and haggard, dressed in black.) Percevil. — Well have you changed your mind? Kitty. — How dare you address me? Percivil. — If you haven't realized the fact as yet that you are absolutely in my power, then I will make you do so. Kitty. — Do your worst, you low-bred villian, for I have told you again and again that I would rather be dead, yea, a thousand times than become the wife of such a monster as you. Percevil. — Listen to me. Kitty. — I will not listen to you. Percevil. — Oh, but you must. I have you in my power and I will show you what that means. Kitty. — Yes, you have me in your power now, but some- thing tells me you wont always have. Percevil. — Well, while I have, I propose to make the best of it. Kitty. — What do you intend to do with me? Percivil. — I intend to have you become my wife, and if kind treatment don't do, I intend to use force. Do you under- stand. I intend to use force. Kitty. — What a brave man (Sneeringly) to carry off a defenseless young girl, by force. Keep her in a lonely hut, locked up on the mountain side, and try to force her to marry him. Oh, what a brave act. Why any woman would be proud of such a brave man. Percevil. — Now listen to me. 30 ERIN MOR. Kitty. — I won't listen to you, I told you that before. Percevil. — ^But you must. Kitty. — What do you intend to do? Percevil. — I intend to have you for my wife, and again I repeat as this can not be done with fair means I must use force. Kitty. — Then do your worst. Kill me; I am entirely at your mercy. Percevil. — I will ask you for the last time. Will you become my wife? Kitty. — No, no. A thousand times, no. Percevil. — Then, by heavens, you shall. (Lively music.) (Seizes her and raises whip.) Kitty. — (Screams) Help! Help! (Barney enters R. U. E. hurriedly, snatches whip from Percevil, there is a struggle, a scuffle and a clinch. (Lively music during struggle.) (Barney throws Percevil down.) (Barney's mask falls off.) Percevil — Oh heavens, it's Devoy and he heard all. Barney. — Points revolver at Percevil raises and says) Put up your hands I say. Now keep them up until I search your pockets and see what kind of musical instruments you carry. (Barney searches Percevil's pockets and finds a revolver and a big knife. Barney. — From the looks of these one would think that you are going to start a Wild West show in America. All you lack is the tomahawk. (At this Percevil attempts to lower his hands.) Barney. — Hands up, I tell you or I will use your own shooting iron on you. Now Miss Kitty, you read this note, (hands Kitty note), and do what it tells you. I'll take care of this fellow until you_ are out of his reach. Kitty. — Oh, Barney, you are certainly one of the brav- est of the brave. You are like an angel of mercy come to me in the nick of time and saved me from a fate, worse than death and from death itself. (Kneels) On my bended knees, I thank you from the depths of my soul. I will pray for you as long as breath remains in this body. Barney. — Sure I only done my duty. Now rise up, and be going as there is no time to be lost, and be sure you follow the instructions in that note. (Kitty exits L. U. E.) Barney. — (To Percevil) Right about face. (Percevil turns around.) Now, forward, miarcl^, (Both exeunt L 2 E.) ERIN MOR. 31 Scene 3. (Wood scene in First Groove.) (Re-enter Barney and Percevil R. 1 E.) Barney. — Forward, march. (At center of stage.) Percivil. — What does this mean? Barney. — It means that I have turned the trick and will turn you over to the police. I intend that you shall be placed in prison and in irons, before I let go my hold on you this time. Percivil. — On what charge? Barney. — Charge enough. For abducting a young lady, thrying to force her to marry you, and for assault with intent to kill. Isn't that enough? Now no more of your cross- ackling, move on. Move on, I tell you. Forward, march. Col. Hoggett. — (Enters L. 1 E. accompanied by one of his lieutenants. (Business.) And placing his hand on Barney's shoulder says) Barney Devoy, you are my prisoner, you are charged with being a fugitive from justice. Barney. — And I charge this man with abducting a young lady, trying to force her to marry him and with assault with intent to kill. (Points to Percevil.) Col. Hoggett. — In that case I will place you both under arrest. (Business.) Barney. — When will our trials take place? Col. Hoggett.- — Court is in session now and several cases have been disposed of already — including Sullivan, Maggie McCoy and that of Trevelin against Mitchell. Barney. — ^Well, we are ready; the sooner the better. (Exeunt all L. I. E.) (Enter Peckinham and Trevelin R. I. E.) Peckinham. — James, I regret exceedingly to hear you speak ill of our government. Trevelin. — How can I speak otherwise after my exper- ience with Judge Stokes? Peckinham. — ^While I must admit that he was too severe in lecturing you as he did, yet I think he meant well. Treveliji. — Meant well? When he decided in favor of a Romish Priest and against one of Her Majesty's most faith- ful and trusted officers? I can't see any justice in his deci- sion. Peckinham. — Well, James, regardless of Judge Stoke's decision, you and I have always been friends, and if others don't appreciate the services you have rendered the Crown, I do, and I want you to remain and be a witness for the Crown, when Dillon and Devoy are tried. 32 . ERIN MOR. Trevelin. — Lord Peckinham, while I made up my mind to leave the country before the trials you speak of, I will remain and be a witness against those men for your sake. I know that you will agree with me when I say that the government never could convict them without my testimony. Peckinham. — Thank you James, and I will do all in my power to show my appreciation of your services, so let us be going. (Both exeunt L. 1 E.) Kitty Enters R. 1 E. Kitty. — I am so anxious to learn the outcome of the trials of Tim Sullivan, Maggie McCoy, who was charged by Lord Peckinham with stealing food from his place when the truth is she only took what Mrs. Peckinham gave her to give to the poor starving people. Father Mitchell and poor Barney. I sent Nellie down to bring me the latest news. I have been told that Jack's trial has been set for the last. I wonder what his fate will be — and Percivil — I shud- der when I think of the ordeal through which I passed. (Enter Nellie Sheridan R. I. E.) Kitty. — I am glad you returned so soon. I am sure you bring great news. Kitty. — I don't know Miss, whether you call it great or not. Kitty. — Well Nellie, tell me the outcome of the trials. Nellie. — Tim Sullivan and Maggie McCoy were both convicted. Tim was transported for life and Maggie sentenced to prison, but Lord Crawford said, that if Judge Stokes would be satisfied with both of them leaving the country, he would promise that they would go to America. So Judge Stokes said that would be alright. I suppose they are married and on their wedding tour now. Kitty. — And what about Father Mitchell and Trevelin? Nellie. — Trevelin got the worst of it. You ought to hear Judge Stokes giving it to him. He called him everything but a gentleman. Father Mitchell was told he done right in not giving any more of Lucy's money to the villian. Judge Stokes even told Trevelin that if he heard any more about Mm abusing Lucy he would declare them separated. Oh, but Trevelin's furious. Kitty. — I shudder when I think of Percevil's treatment of me. Has he been tried? Nellie. — Yes, and what do you think? He has been transported for life but the judge said he could come back if they sent for him. Kitty. — Oh I am so glad to think that the country will be rid of such a notorious villian. And what about poor Barney, ERIN MOR. 33 did lie share the same fate as the others? Nellie. — Yes, he too was transported for life. Kitty. — Oh I am so sorry. I owe my life to him. I wonder if we can do anything for him. Nellie. — I am sure Miss, you will be glad to know that I saw and talked to Lord Crawford about doing something for him, and he told me I needn't worry, that he would see Barney came out alright. Kitty.— Where is he now? Nellie. — In jail. They told me he would have to wait until Master Jack's trial was over. Kitty. — I wonder what that means? Nellie. — ^Sure I don't know Miss, but I would like to attend Master Jack's trial, and I know you would too. Kitty. — Suppose we go. I guess they will let us sit in the court-room. (Exeunt Kitty and Nellie L. 1 E.) Scene 4th. A court room. Judge Stokes on bench. Sheriff, Dillon, O'Gorman, Ransom, Nellie Sheridan, Kitty O'Cleary, Lord Crawford and peasants and jury if desired (see Special Notice on page 3 of cover), enter R. U. E. as court is opened. Judge Stokes. — The sheriff will open court. Sheriff. — Hear ye, hear ye, this honorable court is now open. Judge Stokes. — The case set for trial this day is that of the Crown against Jack Dillon, who is charged with high treason and rebellion against the government. Is the prisoner in the courtroom? Sheriff. — Yes, Your Honor. Judge S. — The prisoner will stand up. (Dillon stands up.) Judge S. — Mr, Dillon, you are charged with a most ser- ious offense or rather a combination of offenses, rebellion and treason against your country. Are you guilty or not guilty? Dillon. — Not guilty. Judge. — The crown's counsel will proceed. Ransom. — If Your Honor please, we expect to prove that the prisoner at the bar was acting captain commanding a company of Irish rebels. That he drilled this company night after night for months, when the moonlight permitted on the mountain side. That he taught those men military tactics, the use of war weapons, such as pikes, guns, swords, sabers, etc., with the object of overthrowing the present government of Ireland. 34 ERIN MOR. O'Gorman. — If your honor please, we deny that there was any uprising or rebellion, except in the minds of the poor struggling and starving people. Counsel, on the other side must admit that there was nobody either killed or hurt in any so-called uprising or rebellion in which the prisoner was engaged and I hardly think this court will convict a man on circumstantial or uncorroborated testimony. Judge S. — Bring on your witnesses. Ransom,; — The Sheriff will call for Mr. James Trevelin. (The sheriff at R. U. E. calls three times, James Trevelin. Trevelin enters R. U. E.) Ransom. — Mr. Trevelin, you may take the witness stand. (Trevelin goes to stand.) Ransom, Have you been sworn? Trevelin. — Yes sir. Ransom. — You may state your name, age, residence and occupation, Trevelin. — My name is James Trevelin. Age 35. Resi- dence, the Parish of Tralee. Occupation, detective. Ransom. — How long have you been a detective, and in whose employ? Trevelin. — I have been a detective for more than twelve years last past in the employ of the British government. Ransom. — Look at the prisoner and tell the court if you know him and if so how long have you known him and what has been his business if you know, (Pointing to Dillon.) Trevelin. — Yes I know him. His name is Jack Dillon. I have known him nearly all my life. His business is that of a rebel, doing all in his power to destroy our government and teaching others to do likewise. Ransom. — You may tell the court the circumstances un- der which he was arrested, if you know. Trevelin. — Yes, I learned that he was drilling a com- pany of "White Boys." A name given to Irish rebels, and having learned his whereabouts I went there one night to arrest him, but he escaped and eluded the officers for months. Ransom. — Did you finally capture him? Trevelin. — Yes, we arrested him after he had attended midnight mass last Christmas. Ransom. — (Exhibiting revolver and knife gives them to Trevelin to examine) Did you ever see these articles before? Trevelin. — Yes sir I found them on the prisoner when I searched him the night of his arrest. Ransom. — You may cross-examine. ERIN MOR. 35 O'Gorman. — Are you married? Trevelin. — Yes. O'Gorman. — Whom did you marry, and when and by whom was the ceremony performed? Ransom. — We object to this manner of cross-examination your honor. What has the fact whether this witness is mar- ried or single to do with the case? Judge Stokes. — What is the object of counsel in pursu- ing this line of questioning? O'Gorman. — To lay the foundation for impeaching this witness. Judge S. — If it is the intention of counsel to show that this man's married life has been anything but happy for his wife, and that he manufactured evidence to gain a reputation as a detective, it is not necessary to go into that any further, as in a former trial in which the witness was a party, all that was brought out. The court therefore is bound to take judicial notice of it. O'Gorman. — In that case your honor we have no more questions to ask. Ranson. — We desire to put on the stand another witness for the government. A man known to the other side as well as the prisoner. The sheriff will bring in Barney Devoy. (All say with one voice "Barney Devoy." Sheriff exits R. U. E." Returns with Barney handcuffed.) Ransom. — Sheriff, remove those handcuffs from the wit- ness. (Angerly.) Mr. Devoy you may take the stand. (Bar- ney goes to witness stand.) Ransom. — Have you been sworn? Barney. — Yes sir. Ransom. — State your name, age, residence and occupa- tion. Barney. — They call me Barney Devoy. I don't know my age, my present residence is in jail, and as for me occupation, I am a gentleman at leisure. Ransom. — We don't want any evasive answers. Barney. — Then ask no questions and I'll tell you no lies. Ransom. — Look at that man (Pointing to Dillon). Tell the court if you know him. Barney. — You mane Mr. Dillon there? Ransom, — Yes. You know him then. Barney. — Of course I know him. Ransom. — How long have you known him? Barney. — How long was he when I knew him? Ransom. — How many years have you known him? 36 ERIN MOR. Barney. — I don't know. Ransom. — ^What is his business if you know? Barney. — -Helping the poor people of Ireland to get their rights. Ransom. — ^What means has he employed to do that? Barney. — Brains. Ransom. — ^What do you mean by brains? Barney. — Something Jack Dillon has and you haven't. Ransom. — Why do you say I haven't any brains? (Business.) Barney. — Because if you had you wouldn't put me on the stand as a witness against my best friend. Ransom — Then are we to understand you haven't told the truth and don't intend to? Barney. — I have answered all your questions truthfully. Ransom. — You have been acting as sort of a spy for Dillon and his pals haven't you? Barney. — I have been acting a rale spy on Trevelin, Fer- civil and their pals. Ransom. — Weren't you with Dillon and the "White Boys" on the mountain side the night he was caught drilling them? Barney. — What mountain side, boys, night and drill do you mean? Ransom. — Oh, you know what I mean. Answer my question. Barney. — What question? Ransom. — The one I just asked. Barney. — You mane the first or the last? Ransom. — If your honor please, I should like for the court to compel this vfitness to answer my questions prop- erly. Judge S. — Inasmuch as the witness has answered your questions in his own way, I don't think it the duty of the court to suggest to him the kind of answers he should give. Ransom. — Tell the court all you know and all you did in assisting the prisoner in his rebellion against the govern- ment. Barney. — As I told you all I intend to tell you, what more do you want? Ransom. — Answer my question. Barney, — What question? Ransom. — What did Dillon say to you and what did you say to him when you and he were drilling the White Boys? ERIN MOR. 37 Barney. — I sez, sez I, Jack how are you? And sez Jack, sez he to me, Barney, I am well, how are you? and sez I to Jack, sez I, I am well. Ransom. — Oh, this is exasperating. (Raps on table vig- orously.) I appeal to the court. Judge S. — The court can only inform you that the wit- ness has answered your questions and as you made him your witness, you are bound by his answers. Do you wish to ask him any more questions? Ransom. — No, he may go. Judge S. — Mr. O'Gorman, you may cross-examine. O'Gorman. — We have no desire to cross-examine the wit- ness. We are perfectly satisfied with his testimony as it stands. Judge S. — Has the prosecuting attorney any more evi- dence to offer? Ransom. — None your honor. We rest. Judge S. — Has the counsel for the defense any evidence to offer? O'Gorman. — We have none your honor. Judge S. — You may proceed with the arguments. Ransom and O'Gorman. — (Answer together.) — We waive the arguments. Judge S. — The prisoner will stand up. (Dillon stands up) It is the finding of the court (or jury) that you are guilty as charged. Have you anything to say why sentence should not be pronounced upon you according to law? Dillon. — Your honor, I can only repeat what the illus- trious patriots of old have often said under similar circum- stances; that justice in Ireland is a farce as all persons charged with offenses, such as that with which I am charged are tried and convicted prior to the formality of a trial. The whole program is arranged in advance. For centuries my fellow countrymen have been hunted down like wolves. Their live's blood have been drawn from them. Their sub- stance given to feed the rapacious absentee landlords, and still the hungry English lords are not satisfied. The only indus- try they encourage in Ireland is the distilling business. We all understand their motives for this but thanks to good Father Mathew, the brave Temperance Apostle, his splendid work in Ireland put a quitus on their plans. They hate every man and woman who happens to have an Irish name, especially if they be Catholic. Judge S. — I cannot allow this kind of talk. 38 ' ERIN MOR. Dillon. — Then I will pursue another and perhaps a more agreeable line of talk, your honor. Look around you and see the effects of your abominable laws. Fever, starvation and death everywhere. Over one million of my countrymen have perished from guant famine or raging fever during the last ten years. No incentive to industry, and if one dare to say a word against the present system he is called a traitor. "How many a spirit' born to bless Did fall beneath that withering name » When but a day, an hour, success Had wafted to eternal fame." Judge S. — Again I want to caution you that it isn't helping you any this line of speech. I insist that you modify your language or cease speaking. Dillon. — Judge, have I any rights that you are bound to respect? I haven't much more to say, as I know you are anxious to pronounce the sentence which I do not dread. I have no apologies to offer for my conduct or speech. I have endeavored to avenge the murder of my father and to lessen the sufferings of my mother. My betrothed dragged to a lonely abode and threatened with death by one of your inform- ers. Another respectable young lady robbed of her inheritance by one of your brave detectives. Hundreds and thousands of poor people driven out of their homes by eviction. And yet it is a crime to raise a voice of protest. England with her boasted justice, power, etc. Judge S. — (Raps vigorously) — I cannot allow you to pro- ceed further. The sentence of the court is that you be trans- ported to Australia for life. Solitary confinement will form no part of this sentence unless you attempt to escape. (Cheers heard without R. U. E.) Judge S. — ^What noise was that? Who dares to disturb the serenity of this court? (Enter Lord Peckenham hur- riedly R. U. E.) Lord Peckenham. — If your honor please, I wish to an- nounce that official representatives of foreign powers with whom we are at peace, are within our gates. They come as friendly missionaries. The King of Prance who is traveling incognito and the representatives of the United States govern- ment have just arrived on the Battleship Jamestown which is loaded with provisions for the poor of Ireland. Barney. — Hurrah for Prance and the United States of America. Judge S. — I am warranted in putting you in irons for such unseemly conduct in court, but will not do it now. ERIN MOR. 39 To show proper respect to our foreign friends, the sheriff will adjourn court. Sheriff. — (Cries out at top of his voice) — Hear ye. Hear ye. This honorable court is now adjourned to an indefinite date. Judge S. — The sheriff will remove the handcuffs from the prisoners and show them every mark of kindness in the presence of our foreign friends. (At this point all rise.) The sheriff removes the handcuffs from Dillon first and then Bar- ney. Tableau. Dillon, Sheriff, Barney, Judge Stokes and spec- tators. (End of scene.) (Scene.) 5th Strand. Near landing place of the Amer- ican Battleship amestown, Admiral Paul Jones commanding.) A ship loaded with American sailors, drilling on stage. The Irish and American flags entwined. The music by the orchestra will be National airs as follows: The National air of France, after which is played "Hail Columbia." This is followed with song, "The Star Spangled Banner," and "My Country 'Tis of Thee" with chorus. (Tableau; slow curtain.) ACT 4. Scene first. Library of Father Mitchell, who is discovered sitting at table meditating. (Parlor furniture same as used before.) Father M. — (Sighs) — Well, poor Lucy is gone; we buried her today in yonder cemetery. She died of a broken heart. She forgave all. What a sad sight to see a flower fade and die so young. Will the history of her life be a warning to others? I fear not. This is not the flrst time that a fate such as poor Lucy's has been met with and yet the world goes on and scenes such as we have witnessed today are periodically repeated. (Father M. picks up note.) Here is a note telling me that Mrs. Dillon is very sick and threatened with eviction. When, oh when will this cruelty of the government end? The sobbing cries of the mothers; the tears and sobs of the innocent children, and the unpitying resolve of the ofiicers who are forced to do their duty in these evictions, are sights that would make angels weep in sympathy and cause even the most unbending government to relent and change its tactics. In this scene of yesterday after the poor people were turned out, came the most sickening sight of all. A feeble old woman who owing to her age and debility, was unable to be moved, fainted in the arms of three stalwart ofiicers. So 40 ERIN MOR. great was the shock she received that her life was despaired of. It was the real sentence of death to that woman. I must now go to attend Mrs. Dillon who is very sick and not expected to live. I am told that she too will be served with an eviction notice. I dread to face the ordeal.) It is high time for some liberal government to step in and protect the lives of the people from the system which is driving peaceful subjects to desperation, and the country to ruin. How long will the fountain of justice remain poisoned in our case? Dur- ing the last ten years over one million poor souls have died either of famine or fever. Absentee landlordism has had a great deal to do in bringing this state of things about. (Enter Lord Crawford R. I. E.) Lord C. — (Extending hand) — How are you father? Father M. — I am well your lordship. I need not ask you, as I see you are well. Lord C. — I am really glad to meet you here as I have some news that will interest you. Father M. — I hope it is pleasant news; it would be such a relief. Lord C. — ^Well, I have arranged matters so that both. Dillon and Devoy will not be compelled to go into penal servitude. Father M. — That is certainly pleasing news. Lord C. — I have interceded with the powers that be and I was agreeably surprised at my success. Father M. — Have they been set free? Lord C. — ^Oh that is impossible. I arranged with the officers of the French fleet to take them to France; in fact I procured first class passage for them. So you see they are sailing as gentlemen instead of convicts. Father M. — If we had more men like you in Ireland, what a blessing it would be to our people. I pray for you every day and I know that those whom you have assisted do also. Surely such noble souls as yours will be rewarded in eternity. Lord C. — Oh, I haven't done much. I have only done what I believed to be my plain duty. Fr. M. — Would that all men in your station could say the same. Lord C. — You will also be pleased to know that Percevil and Trevelin intend to leave the country, never to return, I hope. Fr. — You don't mean it? ERIN MOR. 41 Lord C. — Yes. From what I have been able to learn, it appears that the worthy pair imagined that Judge Stokes was too severe in his sentence. They offered the King of France their services, which he gladly accepted. Dillon and Devoy sailed on one of the vessels of the French fleet, while Trevelin and Percevil intend to go with the King on his private yacht. They haven't embarked as yet. Fr. M. — Well, this is certainly good news. Lord C. — Oh, but I have incurred the wrath of my brother lords. They are furious at my conduct towards what they call Irish rebels. Fr. M. — . Our positions are somewhat similar. I presume you know the extremists as we call them, among our people, are terribly sore at us Catholic clergymen for what they call being in league with the government; when the truth is we are using our best efforts to save them. Lord C. — You are right in the course you pursue. If the poor people of Ireland accomplish anything, it can only be done by moral suasion. O'Connell accomplished more than any of your representatives, and he did it by moral suasion. His logic and his eloquence won emancipation. It was really too bad that he died in the zenith of his power and fame. It was he who led me to study the Irish question. I learned that while the Irish people were starving at home, and dying of famine and fever, the products of Irish soil were shipped to England and sustained eight millions of people in that country. Ireland shipped her beef, cattle, etc., and received in return Indian cornmeal. These are the things that moved me to champion the cause of the poor of Ireland. No, honorable Irishmen don't want to be classed as beggars; they don't want alms; all they want is the right to manage their own affairs. Try as they may, I am pleased to state that com- mendable Irish pride can not be subdued. Only the other day I was witness to this fact. A man was circulating a petition among the Irish peasants, which contained a recital of the condition of Ireland and asking the government for aid or alms. I'll not soon forget the reception it received from that poor man. He said, "Keep your alms ye canting robbers, button your coats upon the Irish plunder that is within them and let the begging box pass on neither as loans or alms will we take that which is our own. We spit on the benevolence that robs us of a pound and flings back a penny in charity. Con- tribute now, if you will; these will be your thanks! I felt proud of that man, and of that spirit of independence which can never be broken. 42 ERIN MOR. Father M. — I am delighted to hear you say so. Won't your lordship be kind enough to accompany me to Mrs. Dil- lon's; I am told she is very sick and about to be turned out of her house. Lord C. — Most assuredly. (Both exeunt C. D.) (Scene 2nd. Wood in First Groove.) (Enter Trevelin and Percevil R. 1 E.) Trevelin. — Well, I believe now we will be in a position to show the English government our appreciation of her treat- ment of two of her most loyal subjects. The French King has told me that he would make me chief of his detective force. Percivil. — And he told me that he would appoint me a confidential member of his household. Trevelin. — Let us be off, here comes the King. (Both exeunt L. 1 E.) (Enter Louis, King of France, R. I. E.) King. — I am satisfied with my visit to Ireland; I have learned from personal observation the true state of affairs here. The death of O'Connell recently was a terrible blow; he was wise, conservative, eloquent, and able. I regard Glad- stone as the ablest statesman living today. The young queen has already given evidence that she has a will of her own. Gladstone has intimated that it is unjust to compel people to pay taxes for the support of a church to which they are opposed. I have selected two men to accompany me to France, who have rendered valuable aid to their own government and I think will be equally useful in mine. Trevelin and Percevil. As the yacht is ready I must now set sail for France. (Exit L. I. E.) Scene 3. — (Mrs. Dillon's hut on the mountain side — Mrs. Dillon in hut — Kittle and Nellie administering to her — a ter- rible storm of thunder and lightning.) Kittle. — Do you feel better now, Mrs. Dillon? Mrs. Dillon. — (Attempts to rise as she speaks) — Oh yes, I think I do, but my mind is so disturbed and I have had such awful dreams. (The Banshee is heard in the distance, moan- ing.) Banshee. — ^Whoo, whoo, whoo, gullo, gullo, goone, etc. (All start and say "What's that?") Mrs. D. — It's the Banshee; my time has come. Kittle. — Oh don't be frightened, it's imagination. Mrs. D. — Ah, I know that cry and that warning too well, I heard it before. (Enter Banshee R. U. E.) ERIN MOR. 43 Banshee. — Whoo, whoo, whoo, gullo, gullo, gullo, goone; I am doomed to travel on this earth for a certain number of years and give warnings of approaching troubles, dangers, and death. Mrs. Dillon, your troubles are not all over. (Quick exit L. U. E.) Nellie Sheridan. — What did she mean? (frightened look^ around) she is gone. Kitty. — I don't believe in ghosts and I trust I am not superstitious, but how can we explain the scene we just witnessed? Nellie. — I could tell you ghost stories that would make your hair stand on ends. Mrs. D. — Oh, I am so weak, and now that I know my time is getting short, I must prepare for the hereafter. I wish Father Mitchel was here. Nellie. — I will go after him at once. (Nellie starts to go L, U, E. when she is met by Col. Hoggett and soldiers, who enter L. U. E. with Peckinham.) Col. Hoggett. — Mrs Dillon it is my painful duty to an- nounce that I have a writ for your eviction. Do you wish it read? Mrs. D. — (Very feebly.) — I have only a short time to live any way and I don't care what you do. Col. Hoggett. — (Approaching cabin) — My heavens! the woman has the typhus fever, which is contagious. (Hoggett turns to Peckenham and says) As you procured this writ, what are we to do under the circumstances? Peck. — Your duty. We can not allow silly sentiment to Influence us. Col. H, — But the woman is not in a condition to be dis- turbed, therefore, we can not commence to tear down the walls. Peck. — Then commence at the roof. Kitty. — Lord Peckenham, haven't you any pity, any mercy, any heart. Won't you please tell these men to desist. Look at "the poor women's condition. Peck. — I have no pity, no mercy, no heart for such a wretch, whose husband was hanged for treason, and whose son has been transported for a like offense. She must have encour- aged them. Officers do your duty. (At this the officers begin to tear down the hatch over the cabin, using a ladder upon which to climb to roof.) (Enter Father Mitchell and Lord Crawford, R. 2 E.) Fr. M. — What does this mena? (Enters cabin.) Col. H. — That the officers are doing their duty. 44 ERIN MOR. Mrs. Dillon. — Father Mitchell here? Thank God, it will soon be all over. Lord C. — Under whose orders are you acting? (Address- ing Hoggett.) Peck. — Under mine. What have you to say about it? Lord C. — I have this to say; how much does this poor woman owe you for back rent? Peck. — Five pounds, including the interest. Lord C. — Here is your money. This barbarous business must be stopped. Call off your men. (Hands Peckenham money.) Col. H. — Officers, cease. Father M. — (Who has been attending Mrs. Dillon since he appeared on the scene.) — Too late, too late. (Stepping out cabin door.) Kittle and Nellie. — She is dead, she is dead (and enter cabin.) Fr. M. — May the Lord have mercy on her soul. Lord C. — (Turning to Peckenham) — I trust you are now fully satisfied with your cruel work. This is only one of the thousands of such scenes that are daily enacted in Ireland at the present time. (Scene closes — Tableau.) (A period of six months is suppose to elapse before next scene.) Scene 4th. (Palace of the King of France.) Enter Trevelin C. D. Barney also with a French spy C. D. Barney and spy conceal themselves behind throne chair unobserved. Trevelin. — ^What a fortunate man I am; by my own work, aided by Percevil we have procured state secrets and sold them to the enemies of France for a sufficient sum that will enable us to live in affluence the remainder of our lives. (Looks out R. I. E.) Here comes Percevil with more state secrets. Enter Percivil R. I. E. Percevil. — Hello, James, liow are you? Trevelin. — Oh, very well, what's the latest news? Percivil. — ^The latest news is, that Dillon and Devoy are in France. They came here after their conviction. Dillon fought with the King in the last battle by the bridge and risked his life to save the King's. The King was badly wounded in that battle and was bedfast for quite awhile. I made the best of this opportunity; I had his ear and poisoned it against Dillon, who I insisted was the man that was selling the state secrets of France, and was assisted by Devoy. At last the King had him ERIN MOR. 45 arrested and sent to prison, where I hope he will remain until he is hanged. Trev. — And what about Devoy? Per, — Oh, I haven't paid much attention to him; we will get him too, Trev, — Well, here is the letter that I received from the party to whom we sold the state secrets, agreeing to my terms for furnishing him with more. So keep your mouth closed and your eyes open. (Gives letter.) Per. — (Reads letter, while the orchestra strikes up, "Hail to the Chief." He hurriedly puts the letter in his pocket but it drops to the floor in his excitement, and Barney picks it up and hurries off with the French spy L, 2 B,) The king enters with his attendants and ascends the throne. King. — These are troublesome times for our reign; secret plottings among our most trusted friends. We are not forgetful of aid our government received from true Irishmen and patriotic Americans, whom we aided in their struggle for independence. Were it not for Irishmen and Frenchmen, Washington would have never been victorious, and it grieves me sorely to find an Irishman professing friendship, to be an enemy in disguise, plotting for our ruin, as it seems this man Dillon whom we have ordered to prison, has done. I sometimes think there must be a mistake. Percevil. • Perc. — Yes, your majesty. King. — Are you positive that those letters that you gave us concerning this man Dillon's actions towards our govern- ment were genuine? Percevil. — Most positive, your Majesty. King. — It pains us to be forced to believe that any Irish- man would be false to France. I am not fully satisfied. I have invited Lord Crawford and Father Mitchell to France, so I may talk this important matter over with them. Percevil. — (Starts and says aside.) — Father Mitchell and Lord Crawford coming here. What will this visit mean to us? (Enters Barney with French spy C. D.) King. — ^Whom have we here? Barney. — (Bowing before King.) — Barney Devoy from Ireland, Your Majesty. King. — ^What is your business here? Barney. — Thracking thraitors. King. — What traitors have you been tracking, and with what success? 46 ERIN MOR. Barney. — The traitors are men by the name of Trevelin and Percevil. They are both at your side. Trev. and Perc. — What's that? Barney. — (Handing letter to King) — Read for yourself. King. — (After reading letter converses with French spy in French.) Ktiez-vous present et t^moin quand cet homme (point- ing to Barney) a remasse cette lettre? French Spy. — (In French.) Oui, Votre Majesty, et j'ai vu la lettre tomber de sa poche (pointing to Percevil). King. — (To Barney.) You will not divulge to another soul the contents of this letter. Barney. — No, your Majesty. (Page appears before King, and says, "A young lady desires to see your Majesty.") King. — (Gives sign of permission.) (Enter Kittle R. I. E. accompanied by Page. Kneels be- fore the King.) Kittle. — Oh, sire, save him for you alone can. King. — ^Whom are we to save, Madamoiselle? Kit. — Jack Dillon, sire, now confined in prison on a false charge of high treason, with the sentence of death awaiting him. I know he is innocent. King. — And how can this be proven? Kitty. — By the scars on his body, inflicted by the enemies of France, while in battle fighting next to you. King. — Rise, Madamoisello, we will examine into your brother's case. Kitty. — Oh, he is not my brother sire. King. — Who is he — then that you take such a deep Interest in him? Kitty. — ^Oh, sire, he is my bethrothed. King. — I shall personally examine into this case at once. Page, have the Governor of the prison ordered to our presence. (Page exit R. I. E. meets governor at entrance.) Gov. — At your pleasure, your Majesty. King. — Bring the prisoner. Jack Dillon, to our presence. Gov. — The very object of my coming here. King. — ^What think you of him? Is he guilty of the crime with which he is charged? Gov. — I am satisfied from what I have seen of him that he is an innocent man. King. — Have him brought before us at once. All of you remain. (Pointing to Trev. and Perc. Governor exits R. IE.) Trev. — Your Majesty will please pardon me, but may I ask, do you fully realize what you are about to do? What ERIN MOR. 47 will other Monarchs say when they hear that the King of France was talking to felons and traitors confined to the prison awaiting execution? King. — ^Who dares suggest to the king what to do or what not to do? Only the King's counsellors are allowed to do that, and even then, only when asked. Perc. — But your Majesty evidently don't realize the dire consequences of a King talking to doomed convicts. It is extraordinary. King. — The king has spoken, and the King's word is law. I am determined to thoroughly sift this case, believing that I will find the real traitors. (Enter Dillon, handcuffed R. 1 E, with governor of prison. Dillon. — What does this mean? King. — It means that the King has concluded to hear your story from your own lips. Dil. — I scarcely know where or how to commence. King. — Then I will ask you. What excuse have you to offer for your treason against France? Dil, — None, sire. For Jack Dillon is no traitor; spy or informer; I have fought the battles of France, and by your side, I am willing to shed the last drop of my blood for Ire- land, France, or America. If you wish to learn the name of the real traitors, ask my accusers, who stand by your side. (Pointing to Trev. and Perc.) (Business.) King. — You talk proudly of your services to France. Pray tell us of those services. Dil. — I will tell you of the last, my Liege, because it was, to my mind, the greatest. King. — Sit dov/n. (Gov. removes handcuffs and brings chair.) Dil. — Thank you. I need not remind you of the cele- brated battle by the bridge — King. — No, no. The soldiers of France performed won- ders of valor that day. The memory of it is painful to me because of the noble soldier who sacrificed his life to save mine. Dil. — It is recorded that on that day, the warrior King of France performed miracles of valor. At one time his rash bravery left him alone to face seven antagonists with only one young man at arms by his side. The fight was terrific. Am I not right, sire? King. — Go on, though I guess not your object. Dil. — The King fought bravely as he always did, but what could he do in the face of seven antagonists, armed 48 ERIN MOR. with the most deadly weapons. There was a treacherous thrust intended for the King, but the young man at arms jumped to his side and received its full force. Do you re- member this? King. — Too well; but, how did you learn of this? Dil. — Several other deadly thrusts intended for the King were made and the young man received all of them. The last blow received was on the head. King. — Gracious Heavens! All this is true, dreadfully true, but where did you hear it, and what is your object in telling it now? Dil. — Because sire, I was the young man at arms who had the honor to save the life of the King of France, because of his services to Ireland. King. — Oh, monstrous Sir. The young soldier you refer to laid dead at my feet. Dil. — Sire, I speak the truth, and can prove it. Jack Dillon-never lies. I wouldn't speak of it now, were it not that a life greater than mine is concerned, (Pointing to Kitty.) King. — If you can repeat the last words spoken to that young man on that eventful day, I will believe you. Dil. — Here are some proofs, and here are the scars (rais- ing sleeve, and baring breast). These were the King's words, "Strike home, brave youth, and if we escape this, I will knight thee as the bravest soldier in Prance." King. — By Heavens! Thou art the man. How did you come back to life? Dil. — Sire, I was not dead, only stunned. King. — Dillon, why didst thou conspire against me? Dil. — I never conspired against you. I learned of the conspiracy and the real conspirators. Knowing this, they trumped up those charges and had me arrested to save them- selves. (At this Treve. and Fere, try to escape but on being observed they desist.) King. — Then name the real conspirators. Dil. — They are James Trevelin and Jerry Percevil, (Points to them.) King. — What, my chief of detectives and captain of the guard? Saints and angels can such things be? Oh, black ingratitude. I have been heaping favors on these wretches and this is my reward. They even conspired to murder me, while my real friend was in chains in the prison, charged with high treason. ERIN MOR. 49 Dil. — You are right, sire, they not only sold state secrets to your enemies but they were actually arranging a plot to murder you. King, I know it. I have written proof. King. — Governor, have those wretches taken from my sight. Worms don't think that a King of France would waste his vengeance on things like you. Take them from my sight, I say, and let it be proclaimed that if they are found in any part of French territory after five days, they be hanged like dogs. (Business.) (Exeunt Fere, and Trev. C. D. with French spy.) (Turning to Dillon the King continues: "As for you, I know your story is true and your future advancement shall be my care." Barney. — And where do I come in, your Honor? King. — ^^Oh, by the way, we came near forgetting you, who was the first to furnish written proof of the base treach- ery. You shall not be forgotten. (Aside.) Here is a rough diamond as true as steel. Governor, the prisoner is released. (Business.) (Father Mitchell and Lord Crawford enter R. 2 E.) Governor exits L. 2 E.) King. — I am exceedingly glad to meet you gentlemen; you have arrived at a propitious time. (Shakes hands with both.) Lord C. — ^We thank your Majesty for the invitation. Fr. M. — How are your Irish subjects conducting them- selves your Majesty? King. — Excellent. I never met braver or truer, although when I invited you gentlemen, I thought I would have a different story. Fr. M. — I am glad to hear that. King. — And now Mr. Dillon what is your pleasure? Dil. — I desire to avail myself of the opportunity while Fr. Mitchell is here to have him perform our marriage cere- mony which will make myself and this girl happy the re- mainder of our lives. King. — I shall do as you desire, and in recognition of your services to France, I will knight thee as I promised, and appoint you captain of my body guard, and thereby make you a member of my official household. I will do all in my power to make amends for the unjust punishment which you have undergone. One mark of special honor I will show you both. I will have a special feast at the palace at which I will pub- licly preclaim your heroic deeds and loyalty to France. Hence- forth, no Frenchman can question your patriotism, and as 50 ERIN MOR. for you, (pointing to Barney) I now appoint you private messenger to the king and will grant you certain lands so as to enable you to live comfortably the remainder of your life. (Turning to Lord C. and Fr. M, the king says) "I am delighted to be able to honor these brave fellows." Fr. M. — I am so glad the shadows have passed, there was never a cloud without its silver lining. The day for Erin Mor is surely coming, Jack and Barney what have you to say to his Majesty after being the recipients of such honors. Jack. — I presume I can speak for both. Words are inad- equate to express gratitude. Barney. — Father Mitchell, may I ask, when do you intend to go back to Ireland? King. — Oh, I desire Fr. Mitchell and Lord Crawford to be my guests for a short time. W/hy do you ask, Barney? Barney. — (Looking very sheepish and whirling his hat) Oh, he knows the reason. Sure while he is here we may as well have a double wedding. Fr. M. — (Laughing) — By the way I came near forget- ting Nellie. Where and how is she? Barney. — Sure she is at the entrance waiting for me. King. — Show the young lady in. (Barney exits and re- enters with Nellie C. D.) Lord C. — I desire to congratulate your Majesty on secur- ing such loyal subjects as these. King. — I have always felt that there must be some mis- take when these men were charged with plotting against our government. As I learned while in Ireland no truer or braver sons of Erin could be found anywhere. As far as Trevelin and Percevil are concerned I accepted their proffered offer of service because I was led to believe they were expert detectives. Lord C. — If you had only consulted me I could have given you some valuable information about the pair of cul- prits. Barney. — And if your Majesty would only talk to me I would tell you all about the dirty shalpeens. Sure they are despised by their own countrymen. That Frenchman who was with me when we thracked the traitors and found the tell tale letter was a gintlemen spy. He knew his business. King. — Fr. Mitchell, what is the latest news from poor Ireland. Are things looking any brighter? I am indeed very much interested. Why did I ever so far forget myself as to mistrust these men. I ought to have known the true char- ERIN MOR. 51 acter of the Celt. Look at the brave Marshals McMahan and Ney. Why those names will forever be found among the Flour-de-Lis of France. But what are the prospects for poor old Ireland? Father Mitchell. — Things are looking brighter. Public opinion has been aroused and the dawn of a brighter day for Erin is already visible. Erin's sunburst has made its appear- ance. The sun has taken the place of the shadows and we will soon be called upon to celebrate the anniversary of ERIN MOR. Right— Father Mitchell, Dillon, Kitty O'Cleary. Left — Lord Crawford, Barney, Nellie. Center — King and Page. THE END. DEC I! 1911 (Continued from Page 2 of Cover) %nd in the story is Interwoven the romance poetry of the Emer- ald Isle whose people through smiles and tears have suffered hardships and misery in the past centuries in the cause of right- ing their country's wrongs." The Bellevue, Ohio, Gazette, on March 18, 1911: "About thirty from Bellevue went to Fremont last evening to witness the production of "Erin Mor," at the opera house. This .beautiful drama deals with events in Irish history. The opera Jbouse was packed, every seat being taken, and the play gave the best of satisfaction. The Catholic Unicerse of Cleveland and the Catholic Record of Toledo also had complimentary notices of the drama. The following letter from Hon. Louis Tyler, former mayor of Monroeville, Ohio, and Past Grand Knight of Knights of Colum- bus, explains itself: Monroeville, Ohio, March 18th, 1911. Hon. Thos. McSheehy Dear Sir: — I desire to heartily congratulate you on your excellent play. I had the pleasure of witnessing the initial produc- tion of Erin Mor at the Fremont Opera House last evening and want to say that the play is clean, moral, elevating and instructive. The kind of drama that people are in need of at the present day. Wishing you and your excellent play unbounded success, I remain. Yours very respectfully, LOUIS TYLER. SPECIAL NOTICE "Special Notice" — ^Twelve additional male characters can be introduced in the court scene if desired, they to constitute a jury to try Dillon, in which case they sit together in the court room. One of their number acts as foreman after counsel say ^'waive the arguments." Judge Stokes, gentlemen of the jury, I deem it wholly unnecessary to give you any special charge in this case as we have had so many cases of this kind recently --.^^ ,r^„ QT-o all f^jiiiliar_with the law governing such ?reed on your verdict. Fore- judge who opens it and reads: One copy del. to Cat. Div. ^^^ guilty as charged. Judge ,o stand up and proceeds as DEC n I9f . by one person taking two or icters do not appear together. AUTHOR.