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 A Drama in Four Acts 
 
 AUGUSTUS THOMAS 
 
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 CONTENTS 
 
 Chapter I. Introductory Remarks. 
 
 Chapter II. Stage, How to Make, etc. In drawing-room* 
 or parlors, with sliding or hinged doors. In a single large 
 room. The Curtain; how to attach it, and raise it, etc. 
 
 Chapter III. Arrangement of Scenery. How to hang it. 
 Drapery, tormentors, wings, borders, drops. 
 
 Chapter IV. Box Scenes. Center door pieces, plain wings, 
 door wings, return pieces, etc. 
 
 Chapter V. How to Light the Stage. Oil, gas and electric 
 light. Footlights, Sidelights, Reflectors. How to darken the 
 stage, etc. 
 
 Chapter VI. Stage Effects. Wind. Rain, Thunder, Break- 
 ing Glass, Falling Buildings, Snow, Water, Waves, Cascades, 
 Passing Trains, Lightning, Chimes, Sound of Horses' Hoofs, 
 Shots. 
 
 Chapter VTL Scene Painting. 
 
 Chapter VIII. A Word to the Property Man, 
 
 Chapter IX. To the Stage Manager. 
 
 Chapter X. The Business Manager. 
 
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 THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY 
 
 CHICAGO. ILLINOIS 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 A DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS 
 
 BY 
 
 AUGUSTUS THOMAS 
 
 Mtmber of American Dramatists' Club, Author of "In Miezoura," "The 
 
 Burglar," "A Man of the World," "TAe Hoosier Doctor," 
 
 "The Capital," ' The Man Upstairs," " Tkejack- 
 
 lin's Afterthoughts," "A Proper 
 
 Impropriety," etc., etc. 
 
 CHICAGO: 
 THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY. 
 
COPYRIGHT, 1898, 
 
 BY 
 ROBERT HOWARD RUSSELL. 
 
 COPYRIGHT NOTICE AND WARNING. 
 
 This play is fully protected by the copyright law, all requirements of 
 which have been complied with. In its present printed form it is dedicated 
 to the reading public only, and no performances of it may be given with 
 out the written permission of the author, who may be addressed in care of 
 the publisher. 
 
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 SEC. 4996. Any person publicly performing or representing any dramatic 
 or musical composition for which a copyright has been obtained, without 
 the consent of the proprietor of said dramatic or musical composition or 
 bis heirs or assigns, shall be liable for damages therefor, such damages in 
 all cases to be assessed at such sum not less than one hundred dollars for 
 the first and fifty dollars for every subsequent performance as to the Court 
 shall appear just. If the unlawful performance and representation be 
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 demeanor, and upon conviction be imprisoned for a period not exceeding 
 one year. 
 
CAST OF CHARACTERS 
 
 In the original production, Madison Square Tfitater, 
 April 1, 1890. 
 
 COLONEL PRESTON, an old planter, MR. J. H. STODDARDT. 
 COLONEL MOBERLY, a relic of the Confederacy, 
 
 MR. E. M. HOLLAND. 
 SQUIRE TUCKER, a Taladega County justice, 
 
 MR. CHARLES L. HARRIS. 
 CAPTAIN DAVENPORT, a Northern railroad man, 
 
 MR. MAURICE BARRYMORE. 
 
 MR. ARMSTRONG, his agent, MR. EDWARD BELL. 
 
 LATHROP PAGE, a Southern boy, MR. HENRY WOODRUFF. 
 RAYMOND PAGE, a party of business, 
 
 MR. WALDEN RAMSEY. 
 
 DECATUR, an ante-bellum servant, MR. REUB. Fox. 
 
 MRS. PAGE, a widow who thinks twice, 
 
 Miss MAY BROOKYN. 
 
 MRS. STOCKTON, another widow, Miss ANNE GREGORY. 
 
 CAREY PRESTON, an Alabama blossom, Miss AGNES MILLER. 
 ATLANTA MOBERLY, Colonel Moberly's daughter, 
 
 Miss NANNIE CRADDOCK 
 
 7571 58 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ACT I 
 
 TIME : An evening in May, 1880 
 
 SCENE : MRS. PAGE'S garden. Walks and beds laid 
 out. Trained vines, plants, etc., about cottage 
 and porch showing right, 2. Picket fence set 
 obliquely from back of cottage to 1, left, with 
 gate, center. Plain bench inside of fence and 
 right of gate. Sack drop showing low per 
 spective of bayou and swamp land with old- 
 fashioned Southern mansion on a distant 
 eminence. 
 
 DISCOVERED : MRS. PAGE with pruning shears, 
 twine, and watering-pot busy training and tying 
 vines and plants. 
 
 MRS. PAGE 
 
 [ With shears, crosses to flower-bed.'] Well, that is 
 the best I can do at any rate. Poor heartsease ! 
 Somebody has stepped upon you, as somebody is 
 always doing upon everything that has a heart in it. 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 [Uses shears.] I suppose you think I'm cruel with 
 my surgical attention, but I mean that kindly too. 
 [ Goes L.] This poor bed is a regular hospital with 
 its broken limbs. [ Up.] The fever of the noon has 
 gone, little fellows, and left you thirsty. [Uses 
 watering-pot.] 
 
 [Enter LATHROP PAGE to porch.] 
 LATHROP 
 
 How long before tea, mother ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 The usual time, my dear. Are you starving? 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Not even hungry, but if there's a half-hour I'll 
 run over to Clayton's and make a sketch of his end 
 of the bayou. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [L] Would you mind getting me that ball ef 
 twine from the back-room mantel before you go ? 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Not at all. Is there a half hour yet ? 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I don't know, I'm sure. Ask Mandy. 
 
 [LATHROP exits into house.] 
 LATHROP 
 
 [Off.] Mandy! Mandy! 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ With string.] Dear Latlirop, it really looks as if he 
 had a little of his father's business talent. I hope so. 
 It nearly kills me to think of his passing a life here, 
 where humanity is almost vegetation. But I don't 
 wonder at it. The bayous are so sluggish, and the 
 sun stands still so long at noon-time. 
 [Re-enter LATHEOP. Takes coat from gate where 
 it has been hanging.] 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Here's the twine, mother. Mandy says twenty 
 minutes. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Then why go ? 
 LATHROP 
 
 [Putting coat on.] I can make it in that time if 
 I run. [ Outside gate] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Well, don't overheat yourself, my boy. We will 
 wait a few minutes for you. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Oh, I'm all right. 
 
 [Exit running easily, L. 2.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Run ! Is there another boy in Coosa County that 
 would run with the thermometer in the nineties? 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 Perhaps you'll live fast enough, dear son, to catch up 
 with some opportunity who knows ? [Looks off JR.] 
 Or will he settle down into such an indolent old 
 bunch of swamp moss as this? Good-evening, 
 Squire. 
 
 [Enter SQUIRE back of fence, with pail and gig, M. y 
 hangs pail on picket.] 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Good-evenin', Mrs. Page. [Pawse.] Workin' in 
 you' garden, I see. 
 
 \He leans indolently over the fence R. of gate. 
 Seams on MRS. P., showing by facial expres 
 sion that he loves her.] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Yes, Squire. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Certainly does look pretty. 
 
 [MRS. P. goes to vines at house.] 
 How's the Madery vines ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 They are doing very nicely indeed. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 No bugs? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 None that destroys them. 
 
 4 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Some folks says the meada' larks eats the Madery 
 vine bugs, an' I reckon that's so, 'cause we ain't seen 
 none since the meada' larks been so thick. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Are your vines doing well ? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 We ain't put out none this spring. Fact, mother 
 ain't makin' no garden at all, except enough for table 
 greens. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 And you had such a pretty one last year. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Yes, but it took so much time, Mrs. Page took so 
 much time I didn't have a chance to read up on 
 some of my mos' important cases, an' had to decide 
 'em jes' off-hand like, an' whatever way I think was 
 right. Then the railroad kind-a skeered us. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Why so? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Well, folks do say that like as not it '11 run right 
 across this bayou. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Yes, there is a chance of that. 
 
 5 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 An* in J>t se yents 'ud go up so mother J n me 
 couldn't staj where we are. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Oh, I don't think reats will be affect 3d. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Well, property certainly will increase. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Values will, a trifle, I suppose. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Well, anyhow, we ain't makin' no garden. [Pause.] 
 Say, Mrs. Page. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Yes, Squire. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 What's this young feller's name comin' along ovah 
 yondah with Miss Carey ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 [Going to gate.'] Where? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Over yon - To right. Don't look now 'cause 
 he'll think I'm talkin' about him. Been presented 
 to him twice, an' can't remember his name. 
 
 6 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Looking incidentally.'] Oh, that's Mr. Armstrong. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Armstrong Armstrong. Funny I forget that 
 name. Couldn't think of it yesterday when Mrs. 
 Clayton said it certainly did seem strange that Miss 
 Carey 'd take such a shine to him, when they was so 
 many promisin' young fellers in Talladega. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [L. of gate.] I hope it doesn't worry Mrs. Clayton. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Crosses to L. of gate.] Well, it did seem to dis 
 tress her certainly. An' you know Mrs. Clayton ain't 
 very partial to Northern people since her Beatrice 
 run off with that Yankee drummer. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Well, the Yankee drummer makes a very good 
 husband. Carey gets letters from Beatrice. She is 
 happy and has a pretty home in Chicago. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Now now don't that show? H-how could any 
 body be happy in Chicago after livin' in Talladega ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I never thought of that. 
 7 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Jes' see him switchin' that cane of hisn, cuttin' 
 the heads off of the four o'clocks. Seems they must 
 always be doin' somethin', them chaps from up 
 North. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 They don't lose much time. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 He's certainly not lost much ovah Miss Carey. 
 He's only been here a week. 
 
 [Miter ARMSTRONG and CAREY. H.] 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Good-evening, Mrs. Page. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Good-evening, Mr. Armstrong. You know Squire 
 Tucker? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Oh, yes ; the Squire and I are old friends of five or 
 six days' standing. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Yes, yes. 
 CAREY 
 
 Good -evening, Squire. [JZnters gate, kisses MRS. 
 PAGE.] How are the larkspurs, Cousin Mildred? 
 
 8 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 They are doing very well indeed. [ Crosses with 
 CARET, MJ\ One or two little fellows at this end of 
 the playground, however, seem to have suffered sun 
 stroke. See what a pretty colony this is. [They 
 goL.~\ 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Still back of fence with ARMSTRONG.] Mr. Arm 
 strong. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Yes. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [ Crosses to R. of gate.] Some folks says you all 
 going to run that new railroad o' yourn ovah the 
 bayou yondah. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 That is one proposed route. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Well, see here, will that make a dam ovah it? 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 A dam? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Yes. Won't you' embankment stop up our end 
 of it? 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Oh, no, there will be no embankment. The cheapest 
 construction would be cypress piling with free play to 
 the water below. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Well, I'm glad of that. A dam would be a very 
 paramount objection to the road. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Yes? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Yes. Y> see, that bayou is jes' rich with frogs. 
 See heah [holds up pail], I gig them twenty-one in 
 about forty minutes. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Frogs ? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Oh, yes ; their saddle's jes' as sweet as chicken. 
 Now fifteen is a very good meal for mother and 
 myself. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Yes, but what has that to do with the railroad ? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Nothing if you put in piles, but a dam might stop 
 the water, and discourage the frogs ; and most of 
 our citizens is bitterly opposed to that. 
 
 10 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Oh, I see, yes. [Musingly '.] That is a difficulty I 
 hadn't anticipated. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ Up to bench, sits.'] What is that, Mr. Armstrong ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I am just learning that the possible inconvenience 
 to the frogs in the bayou is one of the objections to 
 the proposed railway. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Smiling.] Yes, we guard our institutions very 
 jealously. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Do you suppose any kindred considerations are 
 responsible for Colonel Preston's reluctance ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [. (7.] Mr. Armstrong, how can you joke about 
 grandpa ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 I am not joking. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [ Calling off L.] Yes, yes, I'm a-comin'. [All turn 
 to him as he picks up pail and gig.] Mother is wav- 
 in' me to come home. I suppose supper is waitin* 
 on these frogs. 
 
 ii 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 It isn't because you are gossiping with the widow, 
 is it, Squire ? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Laughing.} No, I reckon not, ha, ha ! [Starts 
 and stops L.~\ When these is dressed, Mrs. Page, I'll 
 do myself the pleasure to bring you down half a 
 dozen saddle. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Thank you, Squire. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Not at all, ma'am. Evenin', Mistah Armstrong, 
 evenin'. [Exit SQUIRE calling.'] Yes'm, I'm comin'. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Good-evening, Squire. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Good-evening. 
 
 [CABBY bows and smiles.'] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Won't you come inside, Mr. Armstrong ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I will, thank you. [Enters gate.] These are your 
 friends ? [Indicating flowers.] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 More than friends, Mr. Armstrong, they are my 
 family. 
 
 12 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Stupid of me not to see they were at least rela 
 tions, Mrs. Page. [Looks at CAREY. ] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Rising.] Carey is affecting an unconsciousness, 
 but I bow. 
 
 CAREY 
 What was that ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Only a lost opportunity, ray dear. Youth is filled 
 with them. Do you admire flowers, Mr. Armstrong ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [ C".] Very much. I've never been familiar enough 
 with them to do more. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Not even at home ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Not even at home. We live in a brick row in 
 Boston, where the houses are close together like 
 front teeth. A dear old grandmother of mine has 
 put a smile over one window sill with a box of 
 geraniums, but is scarcely generous never prodigal. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Well, Carey shall gather some for you. Take my 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 shears, dear. [Passes them.] I'll be gone only a 
 minute. Excuse me. Cut bachelor-buttons, dear. 
 [Exit to house.] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Very funny shears. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 But appropriate. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Appropriate ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Very. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Kneeling at bed up L. C.] Oh, I suppose because 
 of the spring in them. Was that your joke? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 There was no joke. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Do you want me to ask you why appropriate, 
 then? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 No, I meant to tell you. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [JRising and handing him some flowers.] Well, tell 
 me. Hold these. 
 
 14 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 And let me hold these [kissing her hands] ;i 
 moment too. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Half alarmed but wholly willing.] Mr. Arm 
 strong 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Little woman every artist who has tried to put 
 on canvas or in stone his idea of the Fates, has 
 pictured one of them holding a pair of shears just 
 as you hold these ; just as with a pressure of those 
 little fingers, you can turn the tide of a human life. 
 Miss Carey, don't look down. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Looking up.] Mr. Armstrong 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I am very much in earnest. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 You have known me only a week. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I have been with you only a week, but I have 
 known you always. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Known me ? 
 
 15 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Yes. A dear old man in Boston once wrote, " There 
 are words that have loved each other since the birth 
 of the language, and when they meet that is poetry." 
 Miss Carey 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Yes. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 There are lives that have been in rhythm always, 
 and when they meet that is love. I love you, Carey 
 Preston. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Archly.] But, are there no girls in Boston? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [ Waiting and becoming amicsed.} Yes, a few 
 but they're in Boston. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Smiling.'] Oh ! 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Don't smile, little girl. 
 
 CAREY 
 You smiled. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Yes, but I I am very serious. I said, I loved you. 
 16 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 CAREY 
 And I I- 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Well 
 
 CAREY 
 
 I am very glad. 
 
 [Puts her face on his breast.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [After pause, and off.} Carey 
 
 CAREY 
 That is Cousin Mildred. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Keeping hold of CAEEY'S hand.} Yes, that is 
 Cousin Mildred. 
 
 [Enter MRS. p.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Well, what have you done ? 
 CAREY 
 [ Undecidedly.} I've cut some bachelor-buttons. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Truly. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 An implied significance. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Yes. Mrs. Page [Pause.} This little lady 
 
 has told me something of herself. 
 
 17 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Pleasant confessions ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 They are proving so. She tells me she does not 
 remember her parents. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 No. Carey's father went North at the begin 
 ning of the war. The mother died when Carey was 
 too young to remember her. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 She tells me you are the only mother she remem 
 bers. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 She was a very dutiful daughter too, till her 
 Grandpa Preston took her home. 
 
 CAREY 
 And am I not still ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Oh, yes; but you understand, Mr. Armstrong, I am 
 no longer in authority. I am only Cousin Mildred. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Which is quite a good deal, judging from her 
 
 frequent testimony. [Pause.] You see, Mrs. Page 
 
 [Pause.] 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Smiling.] I think I see, Mr. Armstrong. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Brightening.] Thank you, I thought you would. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Yes, nearly everybody in the neighborhood has 
 done the same. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Inquiringly.] That is 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Seen. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Really ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Really yes. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Well, I hadn't thought that. I've been here only 
 a week. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 But you have been together all the time. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 True. But then I was Colonel Preston's guest. 
 He had been kind enough to ask me to stop there, 
 
 19 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 and naturally I that is, Miss Carey and I were 
 thrown together. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Thrown together ? I don't think " thrown " is the 
 best word under the circumstances. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Well, perhaps not thrown. [Pause .] But it would 
 be difficult to improve on " together," wouldn't it ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Not only difficult, but misleading. 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Yes. [Pause.'] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Well? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Still holding CARET'S hand.] Thank you. I I 
 was hesitating for the best form of expression. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Verbally, of course. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Oh, yes, verbally. I understand that pictorially 
 this [looking at hands] is sufficiently effective. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Trying to disengage hand.] Please don't. 
 
 20 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Reassuringly.] But why not ? Mrs. your cousin 
 Mildred understands it, don't you? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Perfectly, Carey, dear. Come here. 
 
 [CASEY crosses to MRS. P., who kisses her] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Mrs. Page, I'd like to say something out of the 
 commonplace to show my appreciation of your 
 encouragement. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 The commonplaces are more in my way, Mr. 
 Armstrong. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 And mine, but I felt I ought to speak to someone 
 about it. I never seemed able quite to get her 
 grandpa's attention, and besides you had acted as 
 her mother and 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 And I'm glad you tell me first. Colonel Preston 
 is very old. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I noticed that. [ Crosses Z.] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 It is easily discovered. And he is very positive in 
 many views as you also may have noticed. 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Yes. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 With an old man's tenacity, he retains many prej 
 udices against the people of the North. I don't 
 think he, would look favorably upon Carey's alliance 
 there. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Don't you, Cousin Mildred ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 No. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Well, what do you advise ? 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Telling him, of course ; but knowing his peculi 
 arities, j^ou can humor them. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Oh, to be sure. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I don't know just how well acquainted you are 
 with our little girl, but her nature is rather a biddable 
 one. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [JHalf mutinously.] I know what I want. 
 22 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Smiling.] Have you known it longer than a week, 
 dear ? 
 
 CAREY. 
 
 \Poutingly .] Oh, I'm going home. 
 
 [She goes up to gate.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 You'd better wait and take your dolls. 
 
 [Crosses to bench. Sits on bench.] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [L. of bench.] Of course, Miss Carey's people 
 know very little of me. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 There isn't much to learn, Mr. Armstrong. Carey 
 is a little, unsophisticated Alabama girl, raised on a 
 bankrupt plantation. She is not an heiress she has 
 few personal allurements. If an honest, energetic 
 man loves her, we think he must be in earnest. And 
 after that, there is really little else. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 You are very good, Mrs. Page, and I am in earnest. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Colonel Preston would resent any weakness for the 
 North in Carey more quickly than in any other 
 person. 
 
 2 3 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Why so ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Her father Harry Preston Colonel Preston's 
 
 son- 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Yes. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Grieved the old man very deeply at the commence 
 ment of the late war by enlisting with the North. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Carey has told me her father was a graduate of 
 West Point. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Well? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 That should have meant something. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 So was General Lee but let us not speak of that. 
 Harry Preston went with the North. He was one of 
 the men who came through here with Sherman. 
 Young Preston at that time visited his wife, Carey's 
 mother, who was living with the old man then. 
 She met him against the wishes of his father. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 But she was his wife. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Yes, but a member of Mr. Preston's family, and he 
 resented her action. I am not justifying the old 
 man's wrath I only explain that both of Carey's 
 parents hurt him very deeply. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I understand. [ Goes to LJ\ 
 CAREY 
 
 Here is Colonel Moberly, Cousin Mildred. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Rising and going down RJ\ Where ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Good-evening, Colonel. 
 
 [Enter COLONEL MOBERLY, L. 2.] 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [L. <7.] Good-evening, Miss Carey. How are you 
 all over at Colonel Preston's ? Good-evening, Mrs. 
 Page. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Good-evening, Colonel. Won't you come in ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Thank you. [Enters gate.~] My dear Mrs. Page, 
 
 I I kiss yo' hand. 
 
 [Business.] 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [J?.] You know Mr. Armstrong? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [J?. G.~\ I have met Major Armstrong. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [L. C.] Major Armstrong. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Major Armstrong of the Gulf and Midland Rail 
 road. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Thank you, Colonel, 'but it is only plain 
 
 Mister. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 My dear Miss Carey, do not permit our friend to 
 undervalue himself. That he does not bear the title 
 is a mere accident of birth. If he had been born, 
 Mrs. Page, a generation earlier, and when our inter 
 necine strife afforded the opportunity, his gallant 
 bearing alone would have won him the rank of 
 Major. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I quite agree with you, Colonel. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 You are very complimentary, Colonel. 
 26 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Not at all, Major, not at all. I am informed on 
 very credible authority that you are expecting you' 
 Captain Davenport here in the morning. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 We are. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 I shall very much admire to meet him. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 May I ask who Captain Davenport is ? 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 He is the projector of the new road, and its chief 
 engineer as well as president. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 And he is coming here ? 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 He is going over the entire line. I simply precede 
 him in my work of acquiring the right of way. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Major Armstrong is what we call a skirmish line in 
 the enterprise. Captain Davenport follows with the 
 heavy artillery. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Precisely. 
 
 27 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I see. [To porch.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 What is Captain Davenport's idea of a meeting 
 at Colonel Preston's ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Simply called there because I am making that my 
 headquarters, I think. But how did you learn of 
 the meeting, Colonel ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Well, sah, an editor hears of most everything, 
 especially in a place like this. Mrs. Stockton told 
 me for one. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Mrs. Stockton ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, there is some talk of the road going her way, 
 five miles from here. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Yes. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Then I also heard it from Mr. Page, the chairman 
 of the Assembly committee on railroads. Mrs. Stock 
 ton has accepted my offer of escort to the meeting 
 to-morrow, unless you object. 
 
 28 
 
ALA BAM A 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Most happy to have you there, Colonel. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Thank you, Major. 
 
 [ARMSTRONG is talking to CAREY at fence, L. (?.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 I have called on a little business, Mrs. Page. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 With me, Colonel ? 
 
 * 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes. Will you ask our friends to excuse us a 
 moment ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Carey, dear. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Yes, cousin. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Show Mr. Armstrong the beds at the lower end of 
 the garden. I have a moment's business with Colonel 
 
 Moberly. 
 
 [CAREY enters gate J 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Certainly. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 I am very sorry, Major, to intrude, but 
 
 29 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Significantly.'} But it will only be a moment, 
 friends. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Oh, we can wait. 
 
 [Exit /., with CABBY.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [At bench seated.] And now, Colonel Moberly ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [L. of bench.'] My dear Mistress Page, I I am in 
 a most embarrassing attitude. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Won't you sit down ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 That isn't the trouble. I have been asked to 
 a case against you. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Against me ! A case? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, ma'am, I'm grieved to say it. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 What is the cause ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 The possession of this property. 
 3 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Well, it is mine, and at any rate has no value, or 
 very little. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 The new railroad is making things ah look up, 
 Mrs. Page. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 And is my little property coveted ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 The title is questioned. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Questioned by whom? My husband's family ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Your husband's brother, yes, ma'am. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Raymond Page ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, Mistress Page. He says 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I anticipate you, Colonel. You need not speak it. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 I much prefer not to. But he is coming himself. 
 
 [Crosses to JR.] 
 
MRS. P. 
 Here ? [Rising.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Here. I thought it only the chivalrous thing to 
 make you aware of it first. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 I thank you, but you are his attorney. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 He has asked me to handle his case. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 And you accepted? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 As someone must, I thought it best a friend should 
 discuss your interests. But here is Mr. Page. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ C., calling. ] Carey ! 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [ Off^\ Yes, cousin. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Come here, my dear. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 Is it best to tell Miss Carey ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 I need a friend. 
 
 32 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 My dear Mrs. Page, I 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Must act as his attorney. 
 
 [Enter ARMSTRONG and CARET.] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Well, cousin? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Mr. Armstrong, will you be kind enough to say to 
 Squire Tucker that I wish to see him on business ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Now? 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Now. 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 With pleasure. 
 
 [Exits L. U. E.\ 
 CAREY 
 
 What is the matter, Cousin Mildred ? 
 
 [Enter PAGE/TOWI _.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 This is the matter. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 [Entering gate.] Good-evening, Mildred. 
 
 33 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 You have business, your attorney tells me. 
 
 PAGE 
 Then he has told you ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 I prefer to hear it from you. 
 
 PAGE 
 Shall we go inside? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Not in my house. 
 
 PAGE 
 The young lady Miss Oarey, good-evening. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Mr. Page 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Carey is with me. 
 
 PAGE 
 Shall she hear ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Everything. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 I will state my case materially as I have told it to 
 my tttorn y. 
 
 34 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 If you please. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 You are in possession here of property left to my 
 brother, Dabney Page. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 And my husband. 
 
 PAGE 
 Well there we begin to differ. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Sir, once before you have affronted me. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 I am prepared for your indignation, but my brother 
 told me you had never been his wife. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Sir! 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Cousin Mildred ! 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 My dear, don't believe him. 
 CAREY 
 
 How could I ? 
 
 35 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 PAGE^ 
 
 You have been permitted to live here, but the 
 property is mine. That is my case. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Is that a just cause, Colonel Moberly ? 
 MOBERLY . 
 
 You can prove yourself Mr. Dabney Page's wife, of 
 course, Mrs. Page. 
 
 [MES. P. buries her face in her hands.] 
 CAREY 
 
 Of course she can. I've heard grandpa say that 
 Lathrop was the image of his father. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 The law does not regard resemblance as proof of 
 legitimate descent. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [ Crosses to PAGE. ] But damme, sir, every Southern 
 gentleman should. Mrs. Page, I did not think of 
 you' son Lathrop. [ To PAGE.] I relinquish the con 
 duct of your case, sir. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Very well. There are other lawyers. 
 
 [Crosses to R. corner.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Colonel Moberly ! 
 
 [She gives him her hand.] 
 
 36 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Mrs. Page, I I kiss you' hand. 
 
 [ Goes to gate.] 
 PAGE 
 
 We will need some proofs, madam, besides senti 
 ment. 
 
 CAREY . 
 
 What is it, Cousin Mildred ? 
 MRS. P. 
 
 The chaplain who married Mr. Page and me was 
 killed in the war, dear, as Mr. Page was 
 
 CAREY 
 
 But my mother was there. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Yes, and with this same sweet face, my darling. 
 [Holding CAREY'S face.] If she could but have left 
 her memory with you, as she left her eyes. 
 
 [JEnter SQUIRE.] 
 PAGE 
 
 Well, madam ? 
 SQUIRE 
 You wanted to see me, Mrs. Page ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I do not know, Squire. I am in some trouble, I felt 
 the need of a friend a legal friend. 
 
 37 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Well, Colonel Moberly 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Is on the other side. 
 
 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Coming down.] Was approached by the other 
 side, Mrs. Page, was approached. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Well, befo' we proceed to business, mother begs 
 you will accept these frogs. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Thank you, Squire. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Puts plate of frogs on porch and sits spreadingly 
 on bench.] And now kindly state your case to the 
 court. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Mr. Raymond Page, your story again. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 My case is simply this this lady and her son have 
 been in possession of this property which belongs to 
 our estate. 
 
 38 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 SQUIRE 
 You have never disputed her title ? 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Once, yes. But as it was of little worth we per 
 mitted her to remain. It now has a suddenly 
 increased value, and we assert our claim. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Rising and coming down.] On what ground ? 
 
 [Miter LATHROP, L. 2.] 
 PAGE 
 
 One that I trust the lady will not force us to press. 
 We insist that my brother, Dabney Page 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 [Entering gate.] My father 
 
 PAGE 
 Yes, your father was * 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Not before my son. 
 LATHROP 
 
 [7b MKS. PAGE'S side.] What is it, mother ? What 
 does this mean ? 
 
 PAGE 
 It means 
 
 39 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Interrupting, and with one hand on PAGE'S 
 collar.] Another word, sah, and as this lady's attor 
 ney, and counselor-at-law, I smash you' damned 
 face. 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
ALA BAM A 
 
 ACT IT. 
 TIME -. The following morning. 
 
 SCENE : COLONEL PRESTON'S premises Two-story 
 brick house with green blinds and white porch, 
 rising two steps from stage, set L. from curtain 
 line to 3. Large umbrageous tree, 2, M. C. 
 JRuined wall, with open gateway crossing at 3. 
 Post R. of gate in ruins. Post L. of gate com 
 plete. Wall and posts covered by vines. Hustic 
 table and two chairs in front of tree. 
 Back drop of bayou and vegetation in perspec 
 tive. 
 
 DISCOVERED : PAGE and ARMSTRONG. Piano heard 
 off, " Down on the Farm" 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [L. of table JR., seated.] Then it is understood, 
 Mr. Page, that your committee will report favorably 
 on our bill ? I would like to be able to say that 
 much to Captain Davenport when he arrives. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 [Standing (7.] You may say so, Mr. Armstrong. 
 Of course the bill is not reported yet, but I feel sure 
 
 41 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 that, as chairman of its committee, I can influence 
 a favorable report. There is only one thing in the 
 way. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 And that is ? 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Certain expenses that our committee have been put 
 to personally, and which I have defrayed. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 What amount will cover them? 
 
 PAGE 
 
 A thousand, I should say. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 I am ready to make that good. 
 
 PAGE 
 Now? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Now. Will you accept it ? 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Well, not for that purpose. You see the expenses 
 have not been official. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I understand that perfectly. I have some legis 
 lative experience. 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 PAGE 
 
 But I am willing to wager you a thousand dollars 
 on the toss of a coin, and let you toss it. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Done. Head or tails ? 
 PAGE 
 
 Tails. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Not looking at result."] I lose. I will write you 
 a check now. [Business with fountain pen.] 
 
 PAGE 
 
 I would prefer the cash, as I need the money 
 to-day. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I haven't that amount, but this check will be taken 
 by the Talladega bank. I have cashed two there in 
 the past week. Your initials are ? 
 
 PAGE 
 Make it payable to bearer. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Oh, I see. All right. [Writes.] It is signed by 
 Captain Henry P. Davenport, our president. [Hands 
 check.] 
 PAGE 
 
 Thanks. I will now join Mr. Preston. Believe 
 me, Mr. Armstrong, I am as anxious as you can be to 
 gain his consent to the right of way. 
 
 43 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I thank you. I hope you may. 
 
 [Exit PAGE, R. C. Sound of piano in house.] 
 
 Well, that's as cold-blooded a bribe as I ever 
 knew. But it's well spent if he can control the 
 committee. 
 
 [Goes to house. Enter DECATUR, back of 
 house, faith syrup pitcher.] 
 
 Is that Miss Carey at the piano, Decatur ? 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 [ C.] Yes, sah. 
 
 [Exit ARMSTRONG tO house] 
 DECATUR 
 
 [At table.] Can't see why New Orleans molasses 
 ain't good enough for Mistah Armstrong. Mars 
 Preston never wants nuffin else, I never wants nuffin 
 else, but Miss Carey says must have maple seerup for 
 Mars Armstrong. Dat Miss Carey she just like her 
 ma used to be. She take shine to young man tain't 
 nuffin too sweet for him. 
 
 [Enter LATHROP.] 
 LATHROP 
 
 [-B. C.] Good-morning, Uncle 'Catur. 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Mornin', mornin', Mars Lathrop. How is you dis 
 mornin', s^h ? 
 
 44 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 [Smiling a reply. ~\ Mr. Armstrong about ? 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Out in a minute, sab, I guess. He's had his bath 
 and his hot watah to shave, and heah's his maple 
 seerup. 
 
 LATHROP 
 Maple syrup? 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Yes, sab. Ole Decatur had to ride over nearly to 
 Talladega to buy bottle for him. He he don't like 
 New Orleans molasses. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Doesn't like it, eh ? 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Dat is, he 'spress a fondness fob maple syrup, and 
 Miss Carey said he must have it. 
 
 LATHROP 
 Miss Carey, eh ? [ Crosses R. C.~\ 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Yes, sah. [Crosses (7.] Mistah Armstrong talkin' 
 to her now, I 'spects. I jist heah the pyano stop 
 playin'. [ With whispered unction .] 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Well, I'd like a word with Mr. Armstrong ; but if 
 he hasn't had his breakfast 
 
 45 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 [Going.'] Dat's mostly Mars Preston's fault, I 
 'spects, 'cause Mars Preston must have his walk 
 'roun' de bayou. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Yes. 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 [Second thought.] Has yo' had yo' breakfast, Mars 
 Lathrop ? ' 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 . Oh, yes, thank you, Uncle 'Catur. 
 
 DECATUR 
 Yes, sah. Will you sit down out here, sah ? 
 
 LATHROP 
 Yes ; wait here. 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Dere's a basket of oranges, sah, sent ovah to Miss 
 Carey from Tallehasse yesterday. You kin try some 
 of them, sah. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 [Sits at table.] Thank you, Uncle 'Catur. 
 
 [Mcit DECATUE to house.] 
 
 Armstrong and Carey, eh? Only been here a 
 week, and I I have been born and raised with 
 Atlanta, and can't seem to get on somehow. 
 
 46 
 
ALA BAM A 
 
 [Enter ARMSTRONG from house.] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Good-morning. An early caller. 
 
 LATHROP v 
 
 [Rising.] Mr. Armstrong. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Pleasant morning.. 
 LATHROP 
 
 [ <7.] Very. Any news ? 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 News ? About 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 The road. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Oh, yes, to be sure. You are the editor of Colonel 
 Moberly's paper, the 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 The Talladega Sentinel. 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Yes, yes ! Have you to-day's copy ? [ Crosses to JK. 
 front of table.] 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 To-day's ? Why, we print only once a week. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 To be sure. But this is Thursday. 
 
 47 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 LATHROP 
 Yes, we issue Saturday. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Oh, yes ! 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Colonel Moberly thought there might be some 
 news. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 No ; no change. Mr. Preston still refuses ; we still 
 solicit. 
 
 LATHROP 
 Your idea is to cross near here ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 At the head of the bayou. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 We've made a chart of the road, Mr. Armstrong. 
 Colonel Moberly's idea is to print it on our front 
 page. [Shows chart. Gives chart.] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 But not this size ? 
 
 LATHROP 
 Oh, yes ! 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Indeed ? 
 
 48 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 It's quite an important local item. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 But a smaller diagram 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Wouldn't fill our front page. 
 
 ARMSTRONG ' 
 Wouldn't 
 
 LATHROP 
 Fill. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Fill ? Oh, I see. Yes, yes ! News is scarce. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Yes, and Colonel Moberly is very much interested 
 in the success of this enterprise. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 He has certainly been very kind. [Iteturns chart.] 
 LATHROP 
 
 Thank you, sir. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Is the the paper, the 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 The Sentinel. 
 
 49 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Yes the Sentinel his only that is, does he con 
 fine his attention exclusively to his journal? 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Oh, no, sir ! Colonel Moberly does most of the 
 law business of this county. 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Attorney ? 
 LATHROP 
 
 Yes, sir. Then he is the representative of the 
 Richmond Fire, Marine, and Life Insurance Company. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Indeed ! 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Yes, sir. And he is the colonel of the Talladega 
 Light Artillery. No guns, but a superb organization. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I can readily understand. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 And the nominee of the out-and-out Democratic 
 party of this district for Congress. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Well, well ! I'm afraid I haven't appreciated the 
 Colonel. Won't you sit down ? 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Thank you. [ Crosses to steps, L. They sit.'] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Musingly.] Yes, yes ! Well, I'm glad the Colonel 
 is interested in our road. But how how do you 
 explain his his enthusiasm ? Local pride ? 
 LATHROP 
 
 [Looking off.] Local pride, sir, and astuteness. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Looking at him quickly .] Astuteness ? I'm afraid 
 I don't quite gather. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Well, sir ; Colonel Moberly sees if the road doesn't 
 come through here it will go some other way. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Surely. That's very clever of the Colonel. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Then if it does come this way, the Colonel thinks 
 his interest in it will help his race for Congress. 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 By his interest you mean his enthusiasm ? 
 LATHROP 
 
 Yes. 
 ARMSTRONG f 
 
 Well, I I haven't appreciated the Colonel, that is 
 evident. And if the road goes the other way ? 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Then it will probably cross Mrs. Stockton's land. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 And Mrs. Stockton ? 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Is a young widow lady, who people say will one 
 day be Mrs. Colonel Moberly. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Rising.'] Well, well, the Colonel is a cuckoo. I 
 remember meeting him at Montgomery with the 
 chairman of the committee on railroads a Mr. Pago, 
 by the way any relation of yours ? I saw him yes 
 terday at your home. [ Goes C.] 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 [ Crosses R., back of table.] Mr. Raymond Page. 
 He is my uncle. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Ah, indeed ! 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 There's some coolness between him and my mother, 
 so he doesn't visit us of 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Ah! 
 
 [Laugh heard off.] 
 52 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 \ 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Up C. Looking off LJ\ Here is Colonel Moberly 
 now. Oh the lady on his right is Mrs. Stockton, 
 isn't it ? 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 [ Going to hirn.~\ Yes, sir. 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I remember meeting her. The other ? 
 LATHROP 
 
 The Colonel's daughter. [ Crosses L.] 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Ah, yes ! [Lifts hat.] Good-morning, Mrs. Stock 
 ton Colonel. [LATHROP bows.] 
 [Enter COLONEL, MRS. STOCKTON, and ATLANTA, 
 
 L. a] 
 
 MRS. S. 
 
 Good -morning, Mr. Armstrong. Has your won, 
 derf ul Captain Davenport come ? [ Crosses to It. , up 
 stage.] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Not yet. We expect him this morning. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Majah, my daughter, Miss Atlanta Moberly. At 
 lanta, permit me to present my dear young friend, 
 Majah Armstrong. 
 
 53 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ATLANTA 
 Major ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Crosses to ATLANTA.] I have despaired, Miss 
 Atlanta, of escaping military honors, post bellum. 
 
 ATLANTA 
 
 Oh, I know papa ! My own name is in memoriam, 
 I believe. 
 
 COLONEL 
 
 [R. C.] My daughter, Majah, was born on the 
 day that the city of Atlanta, Georgia, suffered the 
 disaster of an entrance by your General Sherman, 
 sir ; and I called her " Atlanta " in commemoration 
 of that sad event. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 \L. CJ\ A capitol name, Miss Moberly. 
 
 ATLANTA 
 
 [Z. o/ ARMSTRONG.] So the members of the second 
 class in geography always tell me, Major. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Pardon a dull and persevering recruit. [^?.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Mrs. Stockton, you know Major Armstrong of the 
 Gulf and Midland Railway ? 
 
 54 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. S. 
 
 [ Up R. ] I have that pleasure. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 And Lieutenant Lathrop Page, editor of the 
 Sentinel, and second officer of the Talladega Light 
 Artillery ? 
 
 MRS. S. 
 That too among my benefits. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 [L.] Mrs. Stockton. [They bow.] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Will you be seated, ladies? 
 
 [ATLANTA, ARMSTRONG, and LATHROP sit up L. 
 on steps. ] 
 
 MRS. S. 
 
 [Sitting down JR. at table. ] Somebody's breakfast 
 so late ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Colonel Preston's. He is a little later than usual 
 this morning with his walk. 
 
 [The threeyoung people talk in dumb show.] 
 
 MRS. S. 
 
 [Looking over table. ] Only oranges and syrup so 
 far. 
 
 55 
 
ALABAM A 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Taking orange.] May I prepare one for you, Mrs. 
 Stockton ? 
 
 MRS. S. 
 
 Are you skilled ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [ C] I have studied, Mrs. Stockton. My father 
 used to say that peeling an orange for a lady was a 
 sure test of a liberal education. 
 MRS. S. 
 
 Liberal, yes especially if the orange belonged to 
 someone else. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [ With much manner ogles her.] Ah, Mrs. Stock 
 ton! that is scarcely worthy of you. You must know 
 that, in any matter that concerns you possession, in 
 my eyes, becomes ownership. 
 MRS. S. 
 
 I prefer to establish a distinction. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [ C] The difference in most cases is very slight. 
 
 [Aside] I wish I knew whether that road was go 
 ing over her property. 
 MRS. S. 
 
 But where a woman is concerned, Colonel, or I 
 should say may be concerned. 
 
 56 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [J$y her.] Is concerned, Mrs. Stockton is con 
 cerned, I beg 
 
 MRS. S. 
 Truly ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Most truly. 
 MRS. S. 
 
 [Leaning back.] Well then 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Well [Aside and coming down with orange.] 
 
 I'm blamed if I ain't on the threshold of a proposal, 
 and I don't know how I got there. [Aloud.] Mrs. 
 Stockton 
 
 MRS. S. 
 Colonel 
 
 [ARMSTRONG leaves LATHROP and ATLANTA 
 together.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Parenthetically. ] Ac accept this fruit. [ Offers 
 orange.] 
 
 MRS. S. 
 Thank you. 
 
 [Rises and goes up stage, leaving orange 0*1 
 table.] 
 
 57 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 [Enter CAREY //*ora house.] 
 CAREY 
 
 Good-morning. Why, I didn't know you all wer 
 here, [l&sses women.] Good-morning, Colonel. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [JR. C.] Good-morning, Miss Carey. You ar 
 as fresh as a blossom. I I kiss you' hand. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Won't you all come in ? 
 
 MRS. S. 
 
 On so pretty a morning ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Then see my garden. 
 MRS. S. 
 
 You show us that. 
 [Exeunt ARMSTRONG, MBS. s., back of house.] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Aren't you coming, Colonel ? . 
 
 MOBERLY 
 In a moment, Miss Carey. 
 
 CAREY 
 Come, Atlanta Lathrop. 
 
 [Exit back of house.] 
 
 58 
 
MOBERLY 
 
 [Sits at table,] I wonder if there was anything 
 portentous in her leaving this orange. 
 
 [ATLANTA remains at back while LATHEOP 
 comes down.'] 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 [ <?.] Colonel Moberly 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Lieutenant * 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 You know me pretty well you know my people 
 you know whether I am anxious to attend to busi 
 ness, don't you ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Certainly, Lieutenant. 
 LATHROP 
 
 I have secured the option on lots of land between 
 here and Talladega, and if the new road comes this 
 way, or goes the other, I'll sell some town lots, and 
 get a start. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 That fs certainly enterprising, Lieutenant. 
 LATHROP 
 
 I want permission to pay my addresses to your 
 daughter. 
 
 59 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 You' addresses ? 
 LATHROP 
 
 Yes, sir. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Well what do you call what you been doing, 
 
 Lieutenant?. 
 LATHROP 
 
 Prospecting, Colonel, and now I'd like the right 
 of way. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Rising.] Well [ Crosses front of table. Sees 
 ATLANTA.] Atlanta, come here, my dear. [She comes 
 aown] Air you in the lobby on this measure? 
 
 ATLANTA 
 
 I beg your pardon, papa. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 This has your approval ? 
 
 [She smiles and turns to LATHBOP.] 
 LATHROP 
 
 [Taking her hand.] I'm sure it has, sir. [J3oth to 
 L. corner] 
 
 [SQUIRE and MBS. p. appear R. TT. M] 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Calling] Good-morning, Miss Carey Mrs. Stock 
 ton. No, thanks; here is the Colonel. 
 
 [ATLANTA crosses to her father] 
 60 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Do we intrude? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Mrs. Page, you are morning, Squire. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Looking at COLONEL, but without gesture then 
 looks off L.~\ I salute you, Colonel. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 You are just in time. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ Coming down C.] Yes ? For what, Colonel ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [.R. (7.] It appears that these young people 
 
 your son Lieutenant Page, and my daughter believe 
 that their mutual happiness depends on a permanent 
 association. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Looking at LATHROP.] I have been told something 
 of it. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Lieutenant Page has asked my approval. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Well? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 I wish to show you that my connection with that 
 affair in your garden last night was very unpremedi- 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 tated. If I had seriously considered it or believed it 
 true, I would not now contemplate this alliance. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ C. With dignity and hurt.~\ Colonel Moberly ! 
 LATHROP 
 
 [Z. <7.] That matter again. What was it, mother? 
 How does it concern me and Atlanta? [ATLANTA Jt.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 I do not consider it. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 That you have mentioned it is proof that you do, 
 Colonel. My son, for the present I must refuse my 
 consent to this engagement. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Mrs. Page 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 No more, I beg you. Lathrop, leave us a moment. 
 
 Squire [SQUIRE and LATHROP up.\ Atlanta, my 
 
 dear, there is only kindness for you ; but my boy 
 must bring his wife some other heritage than doubt. 
 ATLANTA 
 
 \L. C.] Doubt? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 This is a mistake, Mrs. Page. Atlanta knows 
 nothing. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Quietly.] There is nothing to know, Colonel 
 Moberly ; but you must be aware that ray boy's 
 name will.be in question. It will hurt him very 
 deeply, as it is. It would hurt him more if it reacted 
 upon her. I shall spare him that. 
 
 ATLANTA 
 
 I don't understand you. You you refuse your 
 
 consent ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Yes. [ATLANTA weeping.] 
 LATHROP 
 
 [Embracing ATLANTA]. What is this trouble, 
 Colonel Moberly ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Your mother only can explain, Lieutenant. 
 LATHROP 
 
 Mother ! 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I will explain to Atlanta. Come, dear, don't cry. 
 
 [Exit into house.] 
 LATHROP 
 
 [ <?.] What does this mean, Colonel Moberly ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [JR. (7.] It means that I am an ass a blamed ass, 
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ALABAMA 
 
 Bah, and if I had kept quiet, your ma would never 
 have thought of refusing. 
 
 [LATHROP at steps.] I wouldn't advise you to 
 follow them. 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 [To SQUIRE, who is sitting on steps.] What is this 
 trouble that everyone may know but me ? [SQUIRE 
 shakes head.] 
 
 [Exit LATHKOP around house.] 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Colonel [Pause; SQUIRE beckons and pats step 
 beside himself, COLONEL crosses to step and sits by 
 SQUIRE.] Was it the the case, Colonel, of Page 
 versus Page ; possession of certain lands ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, sah. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 I thought so. [Pawse.] She's a very paramouirt 
 woman, Colonel. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 She's indeed a superior woman, Squire. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 I knew her intimately afore ever she was Mrs 
 Page when she was nee nee Mildred Fairfax. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 A very old family, sah. 
 
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 SQUIRE 
 
 You know, Colonel, she was previously engaged to 
 Harry Preston. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [As matter of course.] The Colonel's son. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Oh, yes their attachment was very valid indeed, 
 too but being as they was cousins the Colonel 
 Preston canceled it. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 On account of the consanguinity. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [After puzzled look at MOBEELY, dubiously.] How ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 I say Colonel Preston's objection to the marriage 
 was on account of the consanguinity. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Bringing up his average.] Oh, yes ! I s'pose that 
 was just as serious as their being cousins. [ Whispers 
 aside.] Consanguinity ! [Looks cautiously at 
 MOBERLY.] Colonel 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Well, Squire ? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Looking at house. Pause] You have been a 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 father [pause] and a married man do you con 
 template that marriage is a failure ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Sadly.'] Well, Squire, it has different results in 
 nearly every different case. It is a rnattah in which 
 one man of honor cannot advise another. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [ Thoughtfully] Mother has always been opposed 
 to it, and there being nobody for her to lean on but 
 me 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Well it is dubious. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [After pause.] I was talkin' over this case of Page 
 versus Page last night with Mrs. Page. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 She says her few months of married life was 'bout 
 as happy as any similar period of her experience. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 It is that way with some. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 And it wasn't a love match either, but mother says 
 marriage wasn't a success with her an' she was 
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ALABAMA 
 
 married fifteen year [with feeling] when father died. 
 Colonel. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, Squire. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Do you think it would affect the standing of a 
 court that had continued single nigh on to forty-five 
 years, if it should discontinue? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Get married ? 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Yes, sir. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Quite the contrary, Squire. It would add to its 
 impressiveness, certainly. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 E even if its mother had no other visible means 
 of support? It wouldn't look like deserting her, 
 would it ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Seems to me, Squire, it would appear like providing 
 a companion for her declining years. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Rising offering his hand.] You air sincere, 
 Colonel ? 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Rising.] There's my hand, sah. \Tliey shake.] 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 You have placed the case, Colonel, in a comforting 
 and lucid manner. I thank you. [Aside going C.] 
 I wish the Colonel would convene with mother. 
 
 [Re-enter CARET, MKS. s., and ARMSTRONG from 
 above house.] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [ Up C. ] Here is gran'pa, gentlemen. 
 MRS. S. 
 
 [L. C.] Where are the ladies ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [_.] Indoors, Mrs. Stockton. 
 MRS. S. 
 
 I will join them. [ Goes in.] 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Here is the plaintiff, Colonel, with Mr. Preston. 
 [Goes R.] 
 
 [Miter PRESTON and PAGE, R. of C. entrance.] 
 CAREY 
 
 Grandpa 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [C.] My darling [Kisses her] Your old grandad 
 is very tired. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Bringing him down.] You should not walk so far. 
 See our friends. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Gentlemen, you honor me. I was about to have 
 my breakfast. Will you join me? Call Decatur, 
 my dear. 
 
 ALL 
 
 No, thank you. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [ On porch and calling off.~\ Decatur Sadie, tell 
 Decatur. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 We have come over, Colonel, to attend the meeting 
 with Captain Davenport. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Davenport ? [Going to table.] 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 About the land. 
 PRESTON 
 
 Land ? What land ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [ Coming to him.] There gran'pa ; don't be excited ! 
 Gentlemen [Appealing to them.] 
 
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 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Coming down.] No land, Mr. Preston. Only the 
 right of way for the railroad. 
 
 [H/nter DECATUE, back of house. 
 PRESTON 
 
 But why do they come to me? I have said no I 
 do not want your railroad on my plantation, Mr. 
 Armstrong. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Sit down, gran'pa. Decatur, bring gran'pa his 
 coffee. 
 
 [Exit DECATUE. ] 
 
 [Coming to MOBEELY.] Colonel Moberly, don't talk 
 to him of this. You don't know how it worries him. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Carey, won't our friends have breakfast? Tell 
 Decatur to set some plates. [ABMSTRONG goes back 
 of table. ] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 It is very late, gran'pa. All the gentlemen have 
 been to breakfast excepting Mr. Armstrong. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Then sit down, Mr. Armstrong. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Thank you. [Sits R. of table.} 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 PAGE 
 
 I have been trying to get Colonel Preston to consent 
 to the road, and to assist it. There is nothing I 
 would not do to persuade him. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [JR.] Would you dismiss the suit, sah, that you pro 
 pose to bring against his cousin, Mrs. Mildred Page, 
 sah? 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Suit against Mildred ? What suit ? 
 PAGE 
 
 Nothing to be talked of now. 
 CAREY 
 
 Never mind, gran'pa! 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [Rising.] Nevermind? A suit against Mildred \ 
 Who is thereto protect her but me? What is the 
 suit you are bringing, Squire ? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 I am for the defense, Colonel. I represent Mrs. 
 Page. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Defense ! Has it gone so far, sir ? Mr. Page! 
 
 PAGE 
 [ (7. ] Colonel Preston. 
 
PRESTON 
 
 What suit have you against Mrs. Page? 
 
 PAGE 
 A civil action, sir. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 No action against a lady can be civil, sir. What 
 is your complaint [pause], Squire? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 He claims her property. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Has it been mortgaged? Has she been in need ? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 He disputes the title. 
 PRESTON 
 
 How? 
 CAREY 
 
 Never mind, gran'pa ! Don't tell him, Squire ! 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Carey, Carey dear, be quiet. I am waiting, Squire. 
 [Pause. ] Colonel Moberly - . 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 .] He denies her marriage to his brother. 
 PRESTON 
 What! 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 PAGE 
 
 It did not occur. 
 
 CAREY 
 Gran'pa 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 And you are on my premises ! You bring that lie 
 to me ! You have it in your heart, and take my 
 hand you were walking with your arm through 
 mine. 
 
 CAREY 
 Gran'pa ! 
 
 [Enter DECATUB, who goes back of table. ] 
 PRESTON 
 Be quiet ! 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [ To the men.~\ But he is not strong enough for this. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 It needs no strength. Colonel Moberly, you are my 
 friend. Decatur, bring that case of pistols. Ray 
 mond Page 
 
 [ Throws a glass of water in PAGE'S face.] 
 [Picture everybody standing and alert ; 
 
 MOBERLT Seizes PAGE. ARMSTRONG and 
 CARET hold PRESTON. ] 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 PAGE 
 
 You are an old man, sir. Your years protect you. 
 I will meet any friend you name. 
 
 [Exits after a meaning look at MOBEELY. 
 Old man sinks on chair, CAREY by him. ] 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Rushing up (7.] I shall throw him in the bayou 
 with the frogs. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Restraining him up L. C. ] Squire, as a member 
 of the Judiciary, you cannot. Colonel Preston has 
 named me as his friend. I will meet Mr. Page. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [At table.] Come, gran'pa, your breakfast take 
 some coffee. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Not now, my dear not now. I will go inside. 
 [Rises totters.] Decatur. 
 
 DECATUR 
 Mars Preston. 
 
 [DECATUR comes down and takes PRESTON'S 
 
 arm quickly.] 
 PRESTON 
 My friends, excuse me. 
 
 [Exit icith CAREY and DECATUR into the hoitse.] 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [(7.] I haven't seen bolonel Preston so animated 
 for years. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [.R. C.} It doesn't look very encouraging for the 
 meeting this morning. 
 
 MOBERL 
 
 [L. C.] lo does not, sah. 
 
 [Enter MRS. PAGE from house.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ On steps.] Colonel Moberly 
 
 MOBERLY 
 Yes. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 What is the matter with Colonel Preston ? 
 
 [ARMSTRONG in dumb show to SQUIRE, and exit 
 
 with him above house] 
 MOBERLY 
 
 An unpleasant interview with Mr. Raymond Page. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ On steps. ] About me ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, madam. [She leans against post.] Mrs. 
 Page, there was a circumstance that makes a meet 
 ing necessary. 
 
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ALAB AM A 
 
 MRS. P. 
 A meeting ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 An affair of honah. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Nothing can make that necessary, Colonel Moberly. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Colonel Preston threw some water into Mr. Page's 
 countenance. [MRS. P. starts.] A mere soupcon as to 
 quantity, but enough to convey his meaning. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Well [meaning " Speak on!" comes down.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 Mr. Page has asked the meeting. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Scornfully.] With that old man ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Impressively, after a pause.] With me. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Colonel, this must not be. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 It cannot be avoided. Mrs. Page your pardon 
 hear me, please. I I esteem it an honor to rep 
 resent you to resent Mr. Page's insinuations. I 
 should like a double right to do so. 
 
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ALA BAM A 
 
 MRS. P. 
 A double right ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 The exigency what might be termed the mili 
 tary exigency of the hour excuses my precipita 
 tion. I am making a formal proposition of marriage. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 It is your chivalry, Colonel, that prompts you. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 My sentiment, believe me. I have always admired 
 you. Your answer. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 You are a very singular gentleman, Colonel Mo- 
 berly, but I must believe you serious. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 Mrs. Page! 
 
 MRS. PAGE 
 I do not know how to answer you. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Consider it until this evening. And, Mrs. Page, I 
 think it but fair to both you and Squire Tucker, to 
 say that my offer is not without competition. The 
 Squire admires you. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 You are jesting, Colonel. The Squire 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Interrupting her.~\ A very manly, true-hearted 
 gentleman, Mrs. Page. He has had few advantages, 
 but I respect his sincerity. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Half rebuked.] Colonel Moberly I respect 
 yours. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Sowing."] Thank you, madam. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 It is hardly necessary for me to consider your 
 offer. It is no secret here around Talladega, that 
 when a girl, I loved Harry Preston. We were 
 cousins, and 
 MOBERLY 
 
 I know. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I married Dabney Page for worthy motives 
 out I have loved all these years that cousin. I do 
 not think I could ever do more than respect another. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Consider me a suitor for that respect. Take till 
 this evening, Mrs. Page. It may be that to-morrow 
 evening my Atlanta will need a friend. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 No no; I will not consent to that affair. It is 
 barbarous. I I 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 [Miter DAVENPORT, R. C., through gate, carrying 
 small valise. MRS. PAGE sees him and pauses. 
 MOBERLY turns.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Is Colonel Preston here? 
 
 * 
 MOBERLY 
 
 You are Captain Davenport, sah ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I am. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 I am Colonel Edgefield Moberly, sah very happy 
 to meet you, and welcome you to Talladega County. 
 We have the pleasure of knowing your Major 
 Armstrong. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 [Smiling.'] Yes ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Crosses C.] This is Mrs. Mildred Page. Mrs. 
 Page, I present Captain Davenport of the Gulf and 
 Midland Railway. [They bow.] Just set your knap 
 sack down, sah, and I will send a niggah for it. I will 
 find Colonel Preston, sah. 
 
 [Exits with effusion, back of house.] 
 [DAVENPORT looks about sets valise L. of 
 table.] 
 
 79 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [At steps.] You were expected earlier, Captain 
 Davenport. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 The stage was delayed. Are your May mornings 
 all like this so warm ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 We do not think this warm. Is it your first visit 
 to Alabama ? 
 
 [Enter DECATUR.] 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I have been here before. 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 I take your valise, sir ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Back of table.] A little carefully, please; the lock 
 is broken. 
 
 [DECATUR starts at the sound of the voice.] 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Afo' God! Why wh why 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I beg your pardon! 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 [Sotto voce.] Ghosts sure. [Goes off. ~\ 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 r JR. (7.] I seem to have frightened the old man. 
 80 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 As you startled me, Captain. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Startled you ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 The voice is very like that of a son of Colonel 
 Preston. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Harry Preston ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 You know the name ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I know the man. [Pause.] And the voice startled 
 Decatur. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Decatur ! You know 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I knew him as I knew you, Mildred as you 
 [extending his hand] must know me. 
 
 [She gives her hand breathes quickly starts 
 to faint recovers herself grasps her heart.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Earnestly but quiet.] Harry 1 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [More quietly.] Yes. [Embraces her.] 
 81 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Looking up.~\ I cannot tell you how how glad 
 I am. [Almost in whisper. ,] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [In same key.] Your tears do that 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Going from his breast.] Your father 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Never mind him now. [Embrace.] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Tell me why you are here. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Leaving her.] Because it is spring because every 
 breeze from the South for eighteen years has brought 
 its message to me. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Then why not come- before ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Holding her hand and looking at the house.'] 
 You must know my letters came back unopened. 
 He refused to read them. I come now, because there 
 is the excuse of business. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 But you come as Captain Davenport. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Because I am Captain Davenport. 
 82 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 What? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Removing gloves.] Yes General Davenport 
 died in my arms on the field, and dying he said, 
 "Preston, you are a boy whom I have loved. I have 
 left what worldly goods I have, to you as I leave 
 you my blessing now." I valued the blessing more 
 than I valued the material bequest, because the next 
 letter from the South brought me a father's curses 
 brought me the news of Margery's death. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 In my arms, Harry. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Looking in her face.] You were kind to her, 
 dear I knew. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 But go on. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Out of gratitude to dear old Davenport, I took his 
 name his little money gave me some leverage my 
 civil engineering threw me with the railroads. 
 [Crosses Z.] I have succeeded if bank accounts 
 and embankments and new cities in the wilderness 
 mean success. 
 
 83 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ C.] And is it not success ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I do not know I feel my years. Time has left 
 its warning on the temples. I am strong enough in 
 the material sense, but my life is empty and unprom 
 ising. I have thought so much of late about my 
 father. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ Crosses to table.] He will be so glad to see you. 
 He talks constantly of you. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Turns]. Kindly? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Oh, very! [He sits with emotion R. C.] He will be 
 glad to see you. [She takes his hand.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 No. Do not tell him unless he knows me. I wish 
 to see him first. I tried to persuade myself I didn't 
 love him, Mildred. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 I know. [JBack of his chair.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Of course you do you have suffered. It becomes 
 so different at forty, doesn't it ? 
 
 84 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 When the survey of this road was projected, the 
 line ran five miles from here. I loved the maps I 
 loved the names. Talladega, on the chart, was only 
 the width of a dot away. I said, " It shall cross his 
 swampy plantation, and bring him riches." 
 
 MRS. P. 
 But he does not want it. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 So Armstrong writes me but I shall persuade 
 him. [Enter CAKEY.] I am to meet 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Captain Davenport. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Quickly.'] What! [Rises and turns.] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Good-morning, Captain. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Hoarsely.'] My God! 
 CAREY 
 
 [Timidly.] Gran'pa will be out in a moment. 
 Cousin Mildred gran'pa says make Captain Daven 
 port at home. [jEfeaY.] 
 
 85 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Crossing L. C.] At home ray God that is 
 Margery's face Mildred 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 It is Margery's daughter. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [At porch.] Margery's daughter 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 And yours. Did you not know why Margery's 
 death 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Was this? [To porch and, weeping, turning 
 quickly.] Impossible ! 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 You saw Margery the last time at that gate. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ Quickly.] When we came through with Sherman 
 yes. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 You met at my house. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Leaning on porch post.] Yes yes, I remember. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Your father never let her come back here. She 
 lived with me till she died. The baby, Carey, has 
 86 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 always been with me. Harry Harry does it 
 grieve you ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Recovering.] Grieve me grieve me It is the 
 sight of land to a starving shipwreck. 
 
 [ Incidental music, " The Vacant Chair" pp. 
 andante. Enter PRESTON and CAREY]. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Harry your father be careful. [ C.] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Onporch.~\ Captain Davenport, this is my gran'- 
 pa Colonel Preston. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Crosses CJ\ Colonel Preston. [ The old man comes 
 down and they shake hands.] 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 I am pleased to meet you, Captain but I'm afraid 
 our dull old place will seem sleepy to the energetic 
 Captain Davenport. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 It is a rest, sir. 
 
 [PEESTON turns, consults CAREY. Goes back] 
 
 How changed how changed ! [7b MRS. p., but 
 watching PRESTON.] My voice does not startle him 
 and the old eyes are grown too dim with age. 
 
ALABAM A 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [Turning to DAVENPORT.] I have been very much 
 delayed with breakfast, Captain Davenport, and I 
 fear it is cold, but I shall be pleased to have you 
 join us. [Turns to house ascends steps.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Sotto voice.'] My father and my child ! 
 
 [Impulsively starts to embrace them MBS. p. 
 restrains him.] 
 
 [Incidental music, forte.] 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ACT III. 
 
 SCENE : Ruined gate-way, G. Masonry post, J2., 
 standing; the other, L., in ruins. Virginia 
 creepers over both. Fragment of wall on either 
 side. Background of tropical shrubbery. Cal 
 cium on for moon, illuminating wall and front 
 of stage only. All back of wall in almost total 
 darkness. Footlights down to a glow. No 
 border lights. Song off by negroes before rise of 
 curtain, " Carry me back" continued diminuendo 
 after curtain is up. 
 
 DISCOVERED : DAVENPORT and MRS. PAGE. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [C.I Yes, just such a night as this, Mildred, I 
 stood here with her. The old gate was in its proud 
 perfection then, both posts standing. Beyond the 
 bayou there, the Confederate camp fires were like 
 stars. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Leaning against post.] Then Lath rop was a babe 
 in arms ; but I came here to see you too, when Mar 
 gery said you had dared to come. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 You did, dear girl. It seems only a night ago that 
 she came down this path, with old Decatur. [Mus 
 ingly.] Nineteen years and when the air grew 
 heavy with the dew you took us to your house. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 It brings back the time so vividly. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes ; when I came up this morning the weedy 
 smell of the swampland brought the dead years 
 back we were children again, Mildred, wading for 
 pond lilies ; and to-night this magic odor of magnolia 
 restores the shattered gossamer of all my boyish 
 dreams. Those negro voices from the bayou in the 
 same old songs 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Ah, but the years 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 The years have brought their pictures. It is 
 beautiful beautiful with its deca) r . This old 
 sentinel gate-post watching by his sleeping com 
 rade, and the creepers [touches the vines] in 
 their charity have covered every wound. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 It was a kind old gate to us. 
 90 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 To you and me, Mildred, yes. Five years before 
 that time, we parted here ; you were leaning against 
 the post as you are leaning now tears on your 
 
 cheek, and the moonlight made them look [ Turns 
 
 to her. Pause.] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 Well? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 \Half surprised.] Look as they look now, and -I 
 I was weak enough to do their bidding, and go 
 away. Mildred, why are you weeping ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Habit, I suppose. On such nights as this, I've 
 wept, if you call this weeping, for twenty years and 
 more. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Earnestly to her.] I loved you, Mildred, very, 
 very much. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I think you did. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ Turning away.] What sorcery there is in the air ! 
 [Inhales heavily.] Dead thoughts, dead hopes are 
 breathing with us. Can the conjuring night revive a 
 love, I wonder ? 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 A love ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes ; a love that's dead, I fear. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 What love, Harry ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 The love of the old Mildred for the cousin sweet 
 heart. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Do you think that ever died ? Do you think 
 because you went away, I could forget you ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 You said to go. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 I thought it for the best. Our families both 
 opposed us. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes, the audacious assumption of every generation 
 to regulate the heart affairs of the one that follows. 
 Such a cruel wrong ! 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Cruel, even if right. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I shall never stay away again. [Pause.] Such a 
 rest ! Home, father, a daughter, Mildred. 
 
 92 
 
MRS. P. 
 
 When will you tell him ?* 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 To-night perhaps, or to-morrow. He spoke of hia 
 son once to-day, and my heart failed me. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 He talks of you always. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Never in anger ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Never ! He has spoken of you tenderly for the 
 last twelve years. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Have I not written in that time ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 No, and longer. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 My blind resentment. Is that he, coming there ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Looking through gate to RJ\ That is the 
 Colonel, dear old soul ! I promised he might escort me 
 home. He is very much depressed to-night, and I 
 must make him still more unhappy. Are you sure 
 you can prevent that meeting ? 
 
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 DAVENPORT 
 
 Not sure. When you told me of it, I asked the 
 Colonel to let me be his representative. I have seen 
 Mr. Page's second I will see Page himself before the 
 affair. Have no fear. [ Crosses JRJ\ 
 
 [Enter MOBEBLY R. C. MRS. p. goes L. 7.] 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [C.] My dear Mrs. Page, here you are. Miss 
 Carey said you were about the grounds. Mrs. 
 Stockton has gone on to your house with Squire 
 Tucker. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [L. C.] Captain Davenport is with me. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Lighting cigar.] Here, Colonel. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Mrs. Stockton is my guest to-night ; we must go, 
 Colonel. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Ah, yes ! This is the kind of a night, Captain, that 
 we pride ourselves upon here in Alabama. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I am willing to admit that your Southern moons 
 seem brighter than our colder ones. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 More gold in them, sah more heart in them, and I 
 contend, sah, that a girl raised under them has got 
 more music and more poetry in her soul, sah. 
 
 [Inhales effusively and glares at MRS. P.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I think that, too ; and this old place is like some 
 enchanted ruin in its decay. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 All of the ruin, Captain, is not decay. This old 
 gate was battered down, sah. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Battered down ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, sah. Some of Sherman's flank got as far down 
 as this. Our Colonel Cavanaugh made a stand 
 against the Yankees at this very gate. See here, 
 
 sah. 
 
 [Goes to broken post, and drawing vines 
 
 aside, shows dismantled gun.] 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [R. <7.] A brass field piece. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 \L. G.~\ Yes, sah, a cannon. The shot that dis 
 mantled it shattered this post, and killed Colonel 
 
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 Cavanaugh and gunner number three of this piece. 
 It has been here ever since. 
 
 [MBS. P. sits on ruined wall, L. ] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Is it possible ? 
 
 [Looks closely at gun.'] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Strange as it may seem, sah, that gun is really the 
 nucleus of the Talladega Light Artillery. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Indeed ? Is the organization so old ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 It does not antedate the war, sah ; the Talladega 
 Light Artillery was recruited only six years ago, 
 when the county felt the need of some military 
 organization for its moral salutary influence upon 
 the blacks, and called upon me to undertake the 
 work. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I see. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Starting as we did, we could of course have made 
 it a cavalry or an infantry company; but knowing 
 that this piece was lying here, we made it Light 
 Artillery. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Amused.} Yes, yes ! * 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Imagine our surprise when Colonel Preston, 
 attaching certain sentimental values to its juxta 
 position with his gate, declined to consent to its 
 appropriation. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 I understand. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, sah. It was a serious disappointment, but we 
 still retain the hope that Colonel Preston will ulti 
 mately endow the Talladega Light Artillery with 
 that gun. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 In the meantime I suppose the battery is able to 
 drill. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Oh, yes, sah, we have what we call our mock-turtle 
 gun for practice, and we have a superb organiza 
 tion. The Light Artillery are almost a balance of 
 power, Captain Davenport, in our primary elections; 
 my nomination for Congress is a tribute of their 
 appreciation. They did not permit a blamed niggah 
 to the caucus and, sah allow me to say, sah, they 
 air a unit on the subject of the Gulf and Midland 
 Railway. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I thank them, Colonel, -through you and permit 
 me to say that the Gulf and Midland will take 
 pleasure in endowing the Talladega Light Artillery 
 with four guns, if they will accept. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Captain Davenport \takes his hand and wrings it] 
 you are too generous ! Mrs. Page, my arm, madame. 
 [ Goes to wing ; turns in a burst of magnanimity J\ 
 Captain Davenport, from this moment you air an 
 honorary member of the Talladega Light Artillery ! 
 
 [Exit with MRS. P.] 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Laughing softly.'] Bless the old war horse ! 
 He's like them all big-hearted and loyal if you once 
 get through their insulation of politeness and pom 
 posity. But the new generation is pushing them 
 from their hobbies. They are going as the old wall 
 here has gone. [Pause. Pulls vines away and looks 
 at gun.~\ And time in its tenderness, I hope, will 
 hide their faults, as it has covered these with 
 
 beauties. 
 
 [Exit Z.] 
 
 Song, " Little Consolation" by negroes to empty 
 stage. After quite a wait PRESTON comes 
 slowly through the gate and stands by post, reflect 
 ively smoking. He is looking off toward the 
 bayou, and indicates the retrospection of dream- 
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 ing senility. The music continues. CAREY enters 
 and slips her arm through the old man's. He 
 looks down and pats her cheek. She snuggles to 
 him. PRESTON looks away again and wipes 
 his eyes. They advance a few steps. CAREY 
 releases her hold and, stepping back cautiously, 
 takes a magnolia from her throat, and fastens it 
 in the vines on the upright post. She then rejoins 
 PRESTON, and diplomatically and caressingly 
 cajoles him into an exit R. Tfie music continues. 
 ARMSTRONG comes through the gate-way, looks 
 after PRESTON and CAREY, goes to post, takes 
 the magnolia, kisses it, and speaks. ,] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 She will come back. [Puts the flower in his lapel 
 music diminishes.] Dear, dear little Carey ! 
 Strange that I should go through the social seasons 
 of the Northern cities to fall hopelessly in love with 
 this little girl, who has never seen a street car. But 
 then Niagara and the Palisades never impressed 
 me like this sleepy bayou has. She is coming and 
 alone. To-morrow I must leave this place, but I 
 can't leave her. [Enter CAREY.] Little girl so 
 sweet of you to come! 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Mr. Ned [He draws her to him.] You got 
 
 the flower ? 
 
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 ARMSTRONG 
 
 In both arms. 
 CAREY 
 
 What are we to do ? Gran'pa is coming I only 
 ran ahead. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 There is nothing to be done. I will speak to him. 
 [DAVENPOBT comes on behind the broken wall and 
 overhears; the light of his cigar shows to audience.'] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 But if he should say no and Cousin Mildred 
 thinks he will what will you do ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 What will you do, Carey ? 
 CAREY 
 
 I I shall die. 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Here? 
 CAREY 
 
 [Inquiringly.'] Here ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 On this old place ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Where else ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 With me. We won't die, either. Will you got 
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 CAREY 
 
 You you would not wish me to. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I do wish you to. Will you go ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Ask gran'pa first you will ask gran'pa first ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Surely. I will ask him now. 
 
 \Enter PRESTON. Song off ceases.'] 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Carey, dear [Pause.~\ Who is with you ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Mr. Armstrong, gran'pa. 
 PRESTON 
 
 Was that why you ran ahead from me ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [After looking at Armstrong.] Yes sir. 
 
 [GoesL. C.] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [ (7.] Colonel Preston 
 
 PRESTON 
 [R. CJ\ Mr. Armstrong. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I have to thank you for a very pleasant week in 
 your home here. 
 
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 PRESTON 
 
 You are kind to speak of it, sir, but we are the 
 debtors. You've rather brightened up the old place 
 a bit. Carey's father was a hurdle-jumper, and 
 that sort of thing, and it's kind o' like the old 
 days to hear a horse come in on a canter again. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 My business takes me away to-morrow. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 We shall hope to see you again sometime. I'm 
 sure Carey joins me in the invitation, though she 
 doesn't say anything. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Of course I do, gran'pa. 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Colonel Preston, I've been here only a week, but I 
 like the country very much. 
 
 PRESTON 
 It's a pretty season with us. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 And, Colonel Preston I don't think I ever met 
 a young lady that seemed so sincere and so good 
 and so interesting as Miss Carey is. 
 PRESTON 
 
 Carey, dear. [Crosses, C., with a little alarm. 
 She takes his hand.] 
 
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ARMSTRONG 
 
 [L. (7.] I've become very fond of her, sir in 
 fact, Colonel Preston I think more of her than I 
 ever thought it possible a man could care for a girl. 
 I love her. 
 
 PRESTON 
 My dear you'd better go to the house. 
 
 CAREY 
 Mr. Ned 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [Severely] What ! 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I think I speak her wishes, Colonel Preston I am 
 sure she loves me, too. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 But, sir, you are a stranger here, you are from the 
 North. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I am but Carey loves me. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 No no, sir she is but a child. You take advan 
 tage of her inexperience. She knows nothing of the 
 world, Mr. Armstrong. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 She will never know more, living here. 
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 PRESTON 
 
 She was born here, sir. She would die in youi 
 country. No no, I cannot hear of it. You must not 
 see Mr. Armstrong again, my dear. Say good-night 
 to him now. The North robbed me of everything 
 that made life worth living, sir, but this child. And 
 they would take her, too. No ! Go to the house, 
 Carey. Mr. Armstrong good-night ! 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Carey [Pause.] 
 
 [CAREY exit.] 
 
 You are cruel, Colonel Preston; there is something 
 more important than your prejudices. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 What is it, sir your wishes ? I thought I was so 
 poor, Mr. Armstrong, that I should never see one of 
 your Northern gentlemen again. Ah ah but I'd 
 forgotten that my little girl might be coveted. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Your resentment, sir, has no place where that little 
 girl's happiness is concerned. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Your happiness you mean. She could not be 
 
 content with you you are too old for her, sir. You 
 
 must be thirty she's only eighteen. She belongs 
 
 here. You wouldn't know how to treat her in your 
 
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 home. She'd die there as quickly as that flower on 
 your coat, sir. Do magnolias grow in Massachusetts ? 
 
 [DAVENPORT appears back ofwattJ] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Back of ruined post. ~\ 
 
 I've seen them growing there, under proper condi 
 tions. But women's hearts, Mr. Preston, are not 
 magnolias, and if they were, I've seen magnolias 
 stifled in Alabama. [Comes into gateway.'] 
 PRESTON 
 
 [Giving way to JR. C.] Captain Davenport. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ (7.] I'm speaking for my young friend here. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 He needs no attorney ; he has spoken for himself. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Then you need one, and I shall speak for you. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 To whom, pray ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 To yourself. 
 
 [To ARMSTRONG.] And my boy, I can talk more 
 freely with him, if you leave us. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Thank you, Captain. I prefer to do so. 
 
 [Exit L. ] 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Colonel Preston, there is a great danger of a 
 mistake in this matter. You and I are more 
 nearly through with everything, than those young 
 folks are. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 I know my years, Captain Davenport. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Hearts are a little bigger than sectional resentment. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 I don't know that they are, sir. Sectional resent 
 ment broke my heart. Your North came to my 
 peaceful little corner here, and ruined it. They took 
 my only boy. They impoverished me in possession, 
 and in affection, too. My heart was big enough, sir, 
 but it couldn't keep your cavalry off of my grave 
 yard. My colored servants loved me, but they have 
 been driven away into vagabondage and theft and 
 ignorance. My boy loved me, too, but they 
 estranged his love. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Mrs. Page has told me something of him. She 
 says he wrote to you that you refused to see his 
 letters. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Mrs. Page should not speak of my affairs to a 
 stranger. I don't care to talk of them, either. I wish 
 
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 to be left alone. I come out here at night because I 
 can be alone. I don't want your railroads, Captain, 
 screaming across my quiet bayou. I don't want any 
 thing from your people. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ Crossing to JK.] I respect your feeling in the mat 
 ter, Colonel Preston, but I can't help thinking it is 
 your personal view that blinds you. Things, some 
 times, are too personal for a correct appreciation. 
 The North and South were two sections when they 
 were a fortnight's journey apart by stages and canals. 
 But now we may see the sun rise in Pennsylvania, 
 and can take supper the same day in Talladega. It 
 is one country. Alabama sends its cotton to Massa 
 chusetts some of it grown very near your grave 
 yards. The garment you have on was woven twenty 
 miles from Boston. Every summer Georgia puts her 
 watermelons on the New York docks. Pennsylvania 
 builds her furnaces at Birmingham. The North took 
 some of your slaves away yes but one freight car 
 is worth a hundred of them at transportation. Our 
 resentment, Colonel Preston, is eighteen years behind 
 the sentiment of the day. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Mine is not, sir. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I think it is. That little girl loves Mr. Armstrong. 
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ALABAMA; 
 
 He is a manly, worthy suitor, but you are letting the 
 memories of '65 come in between them. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Memories ? They are realities to me. Do you see 
 that crumbled post? It is leaning on a cannon. 
 Like that, my ruined life has, under it, the realities of 
 that invasion. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Crosses L. (7.] I saw the gun. Have you looked 
 at it lately ? 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [C.J Why, sir? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Drawing away the vines.] Nature is teaching a 
 lesson from it. See ! a meadow-lark has built her 
 nest in the mouth of this silent cannon. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Well, sir ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 If it were charged, and had a lanyard on it, this 
 feathered pioneer would have some rights we old sol 
 diers should respect. Colonel Preston, let us be 
 generous to the little girl. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Captain Davenport, you seem incapable of appre 
 ciating what I feel. I cannot talk to you longer. 
 [Goes fi.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Mr. Preston. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 No no, sir. 
 
 [Exit !.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [<7.] I wonder how much of that I am to blame 
 for. Would it have been better to tell him ? No, 
 that would look like intruding my more immediate 
 right. What is this? [Looking off.] 
 
 Carey ! Carey ! 
 
 [Exit~L.] 
 
 [Enter CAREY and DECATUR through gateway] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [ C.~\ Do not come any further, Uncle Decatur. 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 [R. (7.] It's a almost breakin' de ole man's heart, 
 Miss Carey. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 I will come back some time. 
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ALABAMA 
 
 [Miter ARMSTRONG, L. ] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Carey ! 
 
 CAREY 
 Mr. Ned. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 We must be quick. The horses are in the lane. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Poor, poor gran'pa ! Be good to him, Decatur. 
 
 DECATUR 
 Yes, Miss Carey. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 The old place never seemed so beautiful before. 
 You are sure, Mr. Ned, we will come back ? 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Quite sure, Carey ! Are you crying ? Do you 
 regret it now ? 
 
 CAREY 
 No, no. I will go with you. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 I love you, Carey. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Oh, I believe you! Good-by, Decatur. [Takes a 
 letter from her belt.} Tell him not to grieve. Here, 
 take this letter give it to him in the morning, 
 no 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Yes, Miss Carey ; when he comes to breakfast, an* 
 ax whar you is, Decatur give him this. 
 
 CAREY 
 Mr. Ned. [Goes to ARMSTRONG.] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Come, come, little girl ! Good-by, Uncle Decatur. 
 Here's something for your trouble. [Offers a coin.] 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 No, sah thank you, Mars Armstrong, ole Decatur 
 can't taKe it. it seems too missionary, sah. 
 CAREY 
 
 Good-by, Decatur dear old Decatur 1 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Come! [Starts Z.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Re-entering -R.] Carey ! 
 
 [ARMSTRONG and CAREY turn."] 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Come here, my dear. Won't you say good-by to 
 me? 
 
 CAREY 
 Captain Davenport ! [ Goes to him.'] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Decatur I 
 
 in 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Mars Davenport ! 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Did you know your young mistress was going 
 away ? 
 
 DECATUR 
 Y yes, sah. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 You were helping her ? 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Yes, Mars Davenport ; Decatur certainly was. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Why? 
 
 DECATUR 
 W why ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Yes, why ? 
 
 DECATUR 
 Because 'Catur loves her, sah. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Why do you love her, Decatur ? 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Why, sah, I'se done raised her. I raised her ma 
 too, e'en most. I loved her rna, too, sah. Miss Carey 
 jis' like her ma used to be. 
 
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 DAVENPORT 
 
 Give me that letter. That will do. Go to the 
 house. 
 
 DECATUR 
 Yes, sail. [JSxit.] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Captain Davenport, you do not propose to interfere 
 with our movements ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Yes, Ned, I think I do. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 I shall not permit it. Carey ! 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Mr. Armstrong. [Starting to ARMSTRONG.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Carey! [She pauses between them.] Carey! [Pauses.] 
 [She goes back to DAVENPORT.] You trust me, 
 don't you ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Looking up at him, he holding her hand. ] 
 Yes, sir. I I trust Mr. Armstrong, too, Captain. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 That is right. I trust Ned myself. He is very 
 manly and honorable, I think. He won't ask you to 
 go with him. 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 But I do ask it. Carey! [Pause. She looks at 
 ARMSTRONG.] Carey. [Pause. CARET looks hypnot 
 ically to DAVENPORT, who is extending his hand 
 goes to DAVENPORT, It. C.] Captain Davenport, 
 why do you interfere in this ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I have the right to do so. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [L. C.] You have not the right. You control my 
 services, but you don't control me. I resign from 
 your employ. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I can't allow you to do so. You will need the em 
 ployment in order to provide, I hope, for this little 
 woman, who is paying you the greatest compliment 
 this life will ever bring you. But, in your impetuous 
 way, you are making it too expensive for her. 
 Carey, you know something of your mother ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Yes, sir. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 She came down to this very gate nineteen years 
 
 ago, Decatur with her to meet her husband, not a 
 
 mere acquaintance of a week. Colonel Preston had 
 
 forbidden their meeting, and he never allowed her to 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 come into the house again. He relented, but it was 
 too late. The mother was dying. She gave her life 
 to you, little girl. The old man has lavished upon you 
 the tardy tenderness he should have given her. Do 
 not repeat that hurt to him. You are both young. 
 A year or two at most will see his story told. Ned ! 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Captain ! 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 From Colonel Preston's point of view, we of the 
 North have inflicted gi-ievous wrongs upon him. In 
 his hospitality he has forgotten them sufficiently to 
 make you and me his guests. Let us not justify 
 every adverse opinion by being unworthy of his 
 trust. Come, tell me you think I'm right. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Pause. Advances and shakes hands.] I think 
 you are, Captain. [ Crosses to HJ\ 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 And so you will go back ? [ To CAREY.] 
 CAREY 
 
 Yes, I will. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 That is best. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 But won't you talk to gran'pa, Captain ? 
 
 "5 
 
DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes, I will do that. 
 
 CAREY 
 I'm sure you can tell him. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I do not think words can affect him. He is too in 
 vulnerable to persuasion. There must be the appeal 
 of some event. Your going would have touched him 
 deeply. Wait perhaps you had better go ! 
 
 ARMSTRONG AND CAREY 
 What ! 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes, that is the most direct appeal. I will give this 
 letter to him, and tell him you have gone. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Do you mean that ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Not literally. Carey can go to her Cousin Mil 
 dred. Yes, go there, Carey, and stay to-night. 
 CAREY 
 
 To Cousin Mildred's ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes, to Cousin Mildred's. 
 CAREY 
 
 But what will Cousin Mildred say ? 
 1x6 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Nothing, if you tell her that Captain Davenport 
 told you to come. Do you trust me, dear ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Yes. I don't know why I do, but I trust you, 
 Captain Davenport. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Bless you, little woman ! [Kisses her forehead.] 
 Good-night. 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [ Going to wing, L., and stopping.] I I am afraid. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Of what ? 
 CAREY 
 
 Afraid to cross the meadow alone. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Ned will go with you. [Pause. ARMSTRONG crosses 
 to CAREY pauses Returns and takes DAVEN 
 PORT'S hand pause goes to wing to CARET. 
 
 ARMSTRONG and CAREY CXeunt DAVENPORT 
 
 draws vines and covers bird's nest in the 
 cannon; sits at break in wall, L. C. Song 
 off) " Pm goirt back to Dixie. " 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
A L A I* A M A 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 SCENE: Same as Act II. Lights set for early aawn. 
 
 DISCOVERED: SQUIRE entering \L.\ MOBERLY, 3i., 
 from behind house. The SQUIRE has a case of 
 pistols under his arm. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [R. C.] Did you discover anyone, Squire? 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Z. C.] Only the kitchen do' ajar, Colonel, and the 
 fire started. The family evidently not up. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 It is only five o'clock. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Captain Davenport knows the appointed iiour, does 
 he not ? 
 
 M.OBERLY 
 
 He arranged it himself. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 I don't suppose he is alarmed ? 
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ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 He was a Northern officer, Squire, and I never 
 saw one that wasn't brave as Julius Csesar. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 I think this is the guest chamber on this corner. I 
 will throw some pebbles at the window and arouse 
 him. [JBusiness.'] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [At table.'] That is the most cautious and expedi 
 tious method. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 I'm almost afraid o' breaking one. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 He can't have gone to the grove ? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Hardly. If he doesn't come, Colonel, I will repre 
 sent you. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 Thank you, Squire; I have every confidence in you. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [(7.J While you was trying to rest iast night, Colo 
 nel, I sat up by the kitchen fire, an' molded some 
 slugs of augmented size for these dueling pistols. If 
 one of them takes effect, its action will be final, I am 
 sure. 
 
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ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 You are more than considerate, Squire. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Not at all, Colonel. This is a matter in which I 
 believe in the utmost executive clemency. 
 
 [Places case on table MOBERLY sits at table 
 and produces letters. SQUIRE resumes with 
 pebbles breaks window enter DECATUB up 
 JR., with firewood.] 
 DECATUR 
 
 Mornin', Squire Tucker. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Mornin', Decatur. We are trying to arouse 
 Captain Davenport. 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 [(7.] Captain Davenport been up fo' more'n hour, 
 sah. Walkin' roun' de bayou an' rubbin his hair. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [Z. a] Yo' heah that, Colonel ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, Squire. None of the other members or guests 
 air awake, Decatur ? 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 No, sah. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Be careful not to disturb them. 
 
 I2O 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Captain Davenport wake Decatur, sab. 'Taint 
 more'n five o'clock, but I'se made bim a cup o' 
 coffee. Yo' all have a cup coffee, sab ? 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Mother made us some, but we didn't enjoy our ap 
 petite. Would you like a cup now, Colonel ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 I think I would, squire. 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Yes, sab. Decatur bring it right heah, sab. 
 
 [Exit back of house.] 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [(7.] Ef they is any white folks, Colonel, that 
 despise a niggah, it's because they neveh own one, I 
 say. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 Very true, Squire. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Who could be more intelligent or discriminatin' 
 than that old man ? I really believe he would have 
 voted the Democratic ticket, if permitted to exercise 
 his ballot. 
 
 [Enter DAVENPORT, Jf2.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Good-morning, gentlemen. 
 ill 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 SQUIRE AND MOBERLY 
 Good-morning, Captain. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ Cheerfully.] We see the sun rise, don't we? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 Yes, but as Richard says, " where, to-morrow ? " 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 True. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 Captain 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Colonel 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [ With papers] There air some preliminary steps 
 in case there should be any accident this morning. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 I understand. [ Crosses R. SQUIRE sits on steps] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 The Squire and I have been up most of the night 
 arranging my affairs. He has witnessed these signa 
 tures. I admit them in the presence of you both. 
 
 You can also witness them in the event of 
 
 [Passes paper. 1 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 I understand. 
 
 17? 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Other papers.] Some provisions fo' my daughter. 
 I have nominated Mrs. Page as her guardian. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 An excellent selection. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 You air more than kind, sah. I don't know why I 
 should burden you, Captain Davenport, a stranger, 
 
 with my personal matters 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I beg you, Colonel 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 But your very kindness invites it. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 You honor me with any trust. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 I have nominated Mrs. Page Atlanta's guardian, 
 as an expression of my confidence in her. I very 
 unintentionally affronted her, Captain. Believe me, 
 I esteem her very highly. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I can believe that very readily. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 She also did me the honah to listen to a proposal 
 of marriage from me, although she subsequently de 
 clined it. 
 
 123 
 
A LJ A B A Tvi n 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 You have ray sympathy, Colonel. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 It did not distress me, Captain. I had thought it 
 my duty as a gentleman, but ray affections had been 
 always more than equally divided toward Mrs. 
 Stockton. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ Under standingly.] Yes. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 I have left Mrs. Stockton this letter [shows it] 
 saying so, and Mrs. Page, I am sure, will say nothing 
 of the other mattah. [Passes letter. ] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Of course not. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Third letter.] Here is a letter that I am unde 
 cided about. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 What is it ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 It is to Mrs. Page. She declined my offer, Captain, 
 because she still cherishes a regard for her cousin, 
 Harry Preston, whom she thinks to be living, but 
 whose death I have described in the paper. 
 
 124 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Young Preston's death ! Indeed ! 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [6 T .] Yes, sah. We were young men together, 
 Captain. After she married Page, Mr. Harry Preston 
 also married married Miss Margery Clayton. I was 
 his best man. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Go on. [Sits on table.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 We belonged to the same social organizations. 
 We gave charades and amateur theatricals together. 
 On one occasion, we did the combat scene from 
 Macbeth with great success. He was a West Pointer, 
 and a superb swordsman. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 I've seen him take a hurdle, sah, over that wall and 
 split a dozen water-melons with his sabah in a ride of 
 fifty yards. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 Yes, indeed, sah. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Every niggah on the plantation loved him. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 He was very much of your build and deportment, 
 Captain, but a little taller, I should think, Squire ? 
 
 125 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Half a head, easy. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 But his death ? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 He was with the North, I was with the Confeder 
 acy. We met at Sharpsburg. I recognized him right 
 before me with his sabah in the air. Why, sah, 
 with his knowledge of the weapon, I wouldn't V 
 lasted any longer in front of him, than a snow-ball in 
 perdition. He recognized me, too, and as we rode 
 together, he lowered his point to our old position, an' 
 cried "Lay on, Macduff." We did our old charade 
 combat on that field of wah, befo' the eyes of both 
 commands. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 There are many such instances. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 As we were finessing, two up and two down, this 
 same Raymond Page, who was in my command, 
 rode presumably to my rescue, and struck poor 
 Harry Preston to the earth. We left him dead on 
 the field. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Significantly, aside.] So it was Raymond Page 
 who killed Harry Preston. 
 126 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 [Enter DBCATUB with coffee.] 
 DECATUR 
 
 Heah you are, gentlemen. Will you all have some 
 cold chicken wif you' coffee ? 
 
 [Sets coffee on table.] 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [J2.] No thank you, Decatur. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 Well, I wouldn't mind a little bit o' second joint. 
 I go with you, Decatur. 
 
 [Exit With DECATUR.] 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 And this letter contains that story ? 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, sir. Had we not betteh start ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 There is plenty of time. I expect a call here. 
 
 [Enter LATHROP hurriedly L. C. ] 
 LATHROP 
 
 Colonel Moberly my mother has had a night of 
 mental agony. She has told me the meaning of this 
 meeting. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Well, you certainly have no resentment toward me, 
 Lieutenant ? 
 
 127 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Pardon me, if I gave that impression, but this quar 
 rel is mine. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 It is not a matter for your care, my boy. [ Goes 
 up L.~\ 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 I think it is. Come let us go to this meeting. 
 My mother and Mrs. Stockton will be here in a 
 moment to prevent it I 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 There is a phase you overlook. Your very name, 
 Lieutenant 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 Cannot be in question ! It has been in the care of 
 my mother, a lady above suspicion. It is the insult 
 to her I will resent. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ Up -Z.] Colonel, Mr. Page is coming here. I wish 
 to see him alone. 
 
 [Enter SQUIKE with chicken up stage, comes down R. 
 of LATHROP. ] 
 
 LATHROP 
 I shall see him first. 
 
 128 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 No, no. [Hand on LATHROP'S breast.] There is no 
 time to lose. Colonel, kindly retire with our young 
 friend. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 [Taking LATHROP by the arm.] Come, my boy. 
 
 LATHROP 
 Let me go ! 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 Squire ! 
 
 SQUIRE 
 Come, come, Lieutenant. [Takes him.] 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 No, sir. How dare you, Squire Tucker ! Sir ! 
 [MOBERLY and SQUIRE conduct him out, kicking, 
 L. 3.] 
 
 [Miter PAGE R. C.~\ 
 PAGE 
 
 Captain Davenport ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [At porch.] Yes, sir. 
 
 PAGE 
 Well? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I sent for you. I will not waste your time. I 
 129 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 represent Colonel Moberly, at present. You are to 
 meet him this morning. 
 
 PAGE 
 I am. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I ask you to apologize to him. 
 
 PAGE 
 For what ? Colonel Preston's assault ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 For your slander of Colonel Preston's cousin, 
 Mildred Page. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Does he fear the meeting ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [L. C.] No, sir, but he has more at risk than you 
 have. He has a daughter a reputation for honor. 
 Life means something to him. You are only a black 
 leg. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 [_K. C. ] Sir ! Is this your idea of a second's 
 
 duty ? 
 
 / 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I am from the North. The duello does not obtain 
 there. But I am familiar with the code. As I under 
 stand it, gentlemen of honor are under no obligation to 
 meet blackmailers and crooks. You are a bribe-taker, 
 130 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 Mr. Page the type of a man we summon the servants 
 
 to eject. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 By God, sah! 
 
 [Draws pistol, which DAVENPORT knocks from 
 
 his arm with his cane as a sword.] 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 You are a very versatile party, Mr. Page. One 
 doesn't often meet a duelist who will also take the 
 drop on one. And by the drop [pointing to 
 pistol and kicking it X.] I mean the accepted inter 
 pretation. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 You called me a bribe-taker, sir. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes. Mr. Armstrong gave you rny check for one 
 thousand dollars. I redeemed it yesterday from the 
 Talladega Bank. It bears your indorsement. 
 PAGE 
 
 Are you not also a bribe-giver ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes, sir. In my business I have never yet found a 
 legislative body, however honorable, but there was in 
 it some such moral leper as yourself. You will apol- 
 gize to Colonel Moberly ? 
 PAGE 
 
 I will meet him, sir, or publish him for a coward. 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Your cause is an unjust one, Mr. Page. You 
 know your brother honorably married Mildred Fair 
 fax. You know their boy is entitled to his name. 
 PAGE 
 
 I know the contrary. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I saw them married. 
 PAGE 
 
 You? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 I. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 What bluff is this ? Who are you, sir ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Harry Preston. 
 PAGE 
 
 What ? [Pause.] I deny it. 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Showing forehead.] Your mark given on the 
 field of Sharpsburg. Mr. Page, the job has changed 
 hands. Mildred Page is to be my wife. I repre 
 sent the honor of this family. I know you for a 
 blackleg and a liar, but I do not retreat behind that 
 trifling technicality. I will fight you. 
 PAGE 
 
 You? 
 
 132 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I. You know the West Point cadet. Throw a 
 deck of cards in the air, and I will take those dueling 
 pistols and put holes through two of them before 
 they reach the ground. I will place a postage 
 stamp over your heart, and if I don't shoot you 
 through that at twenty paces the shot don't count. 
 Come! 
 
 PAGE 
 
 I have no quarrel with you. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Then you have none at all. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Good-morning, sir. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Stop! You meet me this morning in Bayou Grove, 
 or you apologize to Colonel Moberly, or I publish 
 you for a coward. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Where is he ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Ah! [Picks up pistol ; calls, "Colonel! Colonel!"] 
 
 [Enter PRESTON.] 
 PRESTON 
 
 Good-morning, sir! Someone woke me throwing 
 pebbles at my window. Were you calling ? 
 
 133 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Calling Colonel Moberly. [Calls.] Colonel, [Enter 
 MOBEELY, BQUIBE, and LATHROP.] Mr. Page wishes 
 to apologize to you and Colonel Preston, and Mrs. 
 Page's son, and withdraw. 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Well, sir. 
 PAGE 
 
 Consider that I do so. 
 MOBERLY 
 
 As a gentleman of honah I must. There is my 
 hand, sab. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Interposing.] No. Good-morning, sir. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Good-morning. 
 
 [Exit.} 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 You would have regretted it, Colonel. 
 MOBERLY 
 What procured that ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [(7.] Certain legal concessions of mine; nothing, 
 Colonel, feel assured, stultifying to you. 
 MOBERLY * 
 
 I am sure of that, Captain Davenport. [ Crosses to 
 
 L. a] 
 
 134 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [L. CJ\ Then, as I understand it, there will be no 
 suit against Mildred? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 None, Colonel Preston. [PKESTON crosses M. (7.] 
 
 [Enter MRS. p. and MKS. STOCKTON L. of C.] 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ Coming down C.] Oh, what what has happened ? 
 I saw that man. Harry! 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [JK. C.] Harry where? What 
 
 MRS. P. 
 I meant Raymond Page. Where is Lathrop ? 
 
 LATHROP 
 Here, mother. 
 
 [MRS. P. and LATHKOP cross to each other 
 L. C.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [(7.] Calm yourself, Mrs. Page; there has been no 
 meeting. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [L. C.] It must not take place. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ (7.] There will be none. 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Thank God! 
 
 135 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [.K. <7.] Sit down, my friends. There is the 
 morning sun. Take seats. 
 
 [Enter DECATUR/br coffee cups.] 
 Decatur! [Crosses (?.] [DAVENPORT to MRS. p.] 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 [R. C.] Yes, sab. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Get breakfast for our friends as quickly as pos 
 sible. Tell Sadie to help you. 
 
 DECATUR 
 Yes, sab. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 We'll have something to eat in a few minutes, my 
 friends. Decatur! We can't kill the fatted calf, be 
 cause we haven't any calf, and we haven't any 
 returned prodigal, but we'll have a chicken or two. 
 Decatur, rap on Miss Carey's door, and tell her to 
 dress as quickly as possible; that our friends honor 
 us with a visit to breakfast. [ Crosses R. (7.J 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 [ C.I Miss Miss Carey! 
 
 PRESTON 
 Certainly Miss Carey. 
 
 156 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 Miss Carey! [Pause. Looks at DAVENPOBT, who 
 taps him with cane and gives him letter.] 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [M. (7.] What is the matter ? I said Carey. 
 
 DECATUR 
 
 [ (7.] She gimme dis note last night, sah. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Last night a note ; I can't see it. Get my 
 spectacles. 
 DECATUR 
 
 Yes, sah. [Exit.] 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 I can't wait. Bead it, Mildred. Probably doesn't 
 want to be called, not feeling well. [ Goes to table.] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [C. AppealinglyJ\ Captain Davenport 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Down L. C.] Read it, my dear madam. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Why, why, what is the matter ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Be brave, be brave ! [Heads.] "My Dear Grand 
 pa : Forgive me ; I know how much I am about to 
 hurt you, but I love you and will come back. " 
 
 137 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 PRESTON 
 Come back 1 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 " I am going away. I love Mr. Armstrong almost 
 as much as I love you." 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Armstrong ! My God ! Where is she ? Colonel 
 Moberly 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Colonel Preston, there is some mistake. Read on, 
 Mrs. Page. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [Looks at DAVENPOBT, who insists.] " You do not 
 know how good he is, grandpa, or you would forgive 
 me. I will I will come back. God bless and keep 
 you till I come. Your Carey." 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [Sinking on table.] My God ! My God ! Carey, 
 Carey ! 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [Crosses up L. C.~\ I will call out the Light 
 Artillery, sir, and place every crossroad under 
 martial law. Lieutenant 
 
 LATHROP 
 
 [To MOBEBLY.] This is some mistake. 
 138 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [(7.] Lathrop ! [Warning of silence.] Colonel 
 Preston. [MRS. p. goes back o/' PRESTON.] 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Yes, yes, you gentlemen of the North, the ruin 
 wasn't quite complete, was it ? And so you took the 
 little girl. Oh, God forgive me ; was I too proud, 
 was I too harsh ? I hate him, but I would have said 
 "yes," rather than this wrong rather than this 
 wrong to her. Gone gone all night night ? Ah, 
 ah ! the sun can never shine again. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Cousin, cousin ! [Enter ARMSTRONG to porch.] 
 Ah 
 
 [All look at ARMSTRONG, MRS. STOCKTON works 
 
 R. up stage.] 
 DAVENPORT 
 Mr. Armstrong ! 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [Rising.] Where is she ? Mr. Armstrong, tell me 
 where she is. 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 [Looking at DAVENPORT.] Why, why I thought 
 she was here. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 You do not speak the truth. 
 
 139 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 That is, I thought she would be here. 
 PRESTON 
 
 Would be here ? Where is she ? Where did you 
 take her ? My God ! Will no one make him 
 speak ? > 
 
 [Enter CAREY and ATLANTA L. (?.] 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Gran'pa gran'pa, forgive me ! 
 PRESTON 
 
 [ (7.] Carey ! [Embrace.] 
 CAREY 
 
 [L. (7.] Gran'pa, gran'pa ! 
 
 [Kisses him, MRS. s. comes down R.'\ 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Let me look at you. No, no ! no need to ques 
 tion. The Eastern sky is not more beautiful with 
 truth. Carey, Carey, Carey ! 
 
 [Fondles her, ARMSTRONG down L.~\ 
 MRS. P. 
 
 She has been all night with me. 
 
 PRESTON 
 And you read that letter ? 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 Yes, because Carey wrote it meaning to go. It 
 might have been so terrible. 
 140 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 My darling, did you love him so ? Mr. Armstrong, 
 we are rich in something besides weeds, you see. 
 Carey, Carey ! [fondles her.~\ 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Forgive me, Colonel Preston ; my offense and my 
 atonement are one and the same sentence: I love this 
 little lady. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [To CAREY.] And you'd rather have him than your 
 old grandad, would you ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 Not not for a grandfather, I wouldn't ; but 
 gran'pa [Hides her face.'] 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Yes, yes ; I'm an old dolt, I know. 
 CAREY. 
 
 Tell us you forgive us. [Takes ARMSTRONG'S 
 hand.] 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 
 Colonel Preston 
 
 [Enter DECATUR.] 
 PRESTON 
 
 [To ARMSTRONG.] I like you, sir, I like you. This 
 is rather manly, I think. My darling ! [Embraces 
 CAREY again, DECATUR comes to him C.] Good- 
 
 141 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 
 morning, Atlanta. Decatur, get two more chickens. 
 You'll all stay, won't you ? 
 
 CAREY 
 
 I might have gone away, but for Captain Daven 
 port ; and then he said, " Go to Cousin Mildred's." 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [To table.] Captain Davenport, you take sudden 
 liberties with a stranger's family. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ (7.] I approved the union. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 You approved it, sir ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes, in the name of Carey's father. 
 PRESTON 
 
 [Rising.'] What ! 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 I had his sanction. 
 
 PRESTON 
 Carey's father, Harry Preston my boy ? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes, sir. His letter. 
 
 [Draws letter, MOBERLY drops down R.] 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 A letter to me ? 
 
 142 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 i 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ Withholding letter."] To me. Listen, listen, 
 Colonel Preston ! [Heads.] " My Dear Davenport : 
 I am glad young Armstrong likes my daughter 
 Carey." 
 
 CAREY 
 
 [Down X.] My father 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Your father, Carey. Listen ! [Heads.] " I ap 
 prove their union. Say that to them for me." 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Carey? 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 "Tell my father it is my desire. Ask him to 
 waive his objections." 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 My boy says that ? 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes. [Heads.'] " Tell him he does not need the 
 little girl, that I will be with him always in her 
 stead." [Emotion.] 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Go on, sir. [DAVENPORT watches PRESTON closely.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Inventing, and not reading letter.] I think of him 
 always. Tell him to remember the day he gave me 
 
 143 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 my pony with the silver tail the old canoe on the 
 bayou. Tell him I long to put my arm about him, 
 as he so often put his strong one around me. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 Oh, thank God thank God ! Let me see that, sir. 
 [Enter DECATUE and goes back of table.] 
 
 I see no lines Ah, here are my spectacles. 
 Come come ! But there is nothing there, Captain 
 Davenport. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 No, there is nothing there, Colonel Preston. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [Half guessing the truth.'] You were laughing at 
 an old man. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ Quickly.] I was inventing it. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [Crescendo.] But you couldn't invent the pony 
 with the silver tail. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Climax approaching. ~\ I rode that pony that 
 canoe was mine. Why don't you don't 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 [ Climax.] Yes yes, I know you ! [Embrace] 
 144 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Dear dear old father! And we've lost all these 
 years. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 We haven't lost a day. I've had you witn me 
 always. [Joins MRS. P.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [ Crosses E. C.~\ Harry Presfton ! 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [(7., shakes hands SQUIRE pats DAVENPORT 
 on back while DAVENPORT is shaking hands 
 
 With MOBERLY. DAVENPORT tUTHS SQUIRE 
 
 shakes his hand, and returns to step, wiping 
 his eyes.] 
 
 Yes, Edgefield, dear old boy, and Squire Ah, 
 Mildred, Mildred I have dreamed of this. 
 
 [MOBERLY goes H. to MRS. STOCKTON.] 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [R. C.] And I ! But Carey Carey. 
 
 [CAREY is hysterically speechless.] 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ (7.] Yes yes, Carey. [She comes to him.] Don't 
 try to say it, darling. I know. It would not be 
 worth the telling if we could speak it. 
 
 [ Goes up with CAREY and COLONEL PRESTON, j 
 
 US 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ C.] Colonel, I knew this yesterday, but was under 
 bond of silence. You must have thought me heart 
 less but you see 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [ Coming JR. C] You' composure rather heightened 
 my admiration for you. [ Goes JR. again MRS. P. up.] 
 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [ Going C. and slowly picking up letter.] Here is 
 your letter, Captain. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [ Coming down JR. C.] This is not mine. 
 
 SQUIRE 
 It's the one you read your father. [ Goes to step.] 
 
 PRESTON ' 
 
 [Up C.] I'd like to keep it. 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [Laughing.] I read the blank side only. Why, 
 forgive me, Colonel, but it was your letter to Mrs. 
 Stockton. [Hands it to her.] 
 
 MRS. P. AND MRS. S. 
 What? 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 My dear madam it was written under peculiar 
 conditions. 
 
 146 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Yes, when he thought he might be dead before you 
 read it. [ Crosses L. ] 
 
 MRS. S. 
 
 [Z. of table, reading.'] "Love of a lifetime 
 
 sincere respect." [/Speaks.] Why, Colonel, I thought 
 
 Mrs. Page 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 Yes, yes, Mrs. Stockton ; beauty is easy enough to 
 win, but one isn't loved every day. That was meant 
 to be the statement of a post-mortem. 
 
 MRS. S. 
 I am glad it is not. [Down 22.] 
 
 MOBERLY 
 
 [It. with MRS. s.] You do not know how proud you 
 make me. I would never have dared give you that 
 myself. Captain Davenport, you can send the rail 
 road any way you like, and I suppose now it will 
 cross Mrs. Page's land, but I am richer in this 
 possession. 
 
 PRESTON 
 
 The railroad 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 [(7.] Shall not disturb you, father. I meant it 
 only for your good, but I am with you now. 
 Ned 
 
 '47 
 
ALABAMA 
 
 ARMSTRONG 
 Captain ! 
 
 DAVENPORT 
 
 Direct the survey by the way of Mrs. Stockton's. 
 [MOBEKLY bows.] If you want an interest in it, 
 Mildred, it must be through Lathrop and Atlanta. 
 
 MRS. P. 
 
 [ Up L. C.] They have my consent. 
 SQUIRE 
 
 [After pause and survey of all others paired.] 
 Well perhaps it wouldn't V been for the best with 
 mother Zeanin' on me. 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
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