American drama -- 20th century; Farm life -- Drama; Inheritance and succession -- Drama; Maine -- Drama
And my accounts, Ben; you’ll find the exact amount your mother left.
I spent some money about six weeks ago, on myself, but I’ve been
careful ever since and I’ve made up for it.
BEN
You said, Judge, she didn’t have to go by that letter of my mother’s,
if she didn’t want to? She didn’t have to give anything back at all?
JUDGE
No, she didn’t.
BEN
Then if I was you--(_to Jane_) I wouldn’t talk so much about the
little you spent on yourself. I guess to look at you it wasn’t much.
JANE
Yes, it was.
BEN
Well, we’ll fix things so you can keep on spendin’. Only let’s see
somethin’ come of it. I never was so damned sick of anything in my
life as I am of that old black dress of yours!
[_Crosses stage up and over right._
JANE
I’ve got plenty of clothes upstairs. I’m sorry now I ever bought
them, but I’ll take them with me when I go.
BEN
Go? Go where?
JANE
To Old Town. I’ve got a place there, clerking in the Pulp Mill.
BEN
You!
JANE
Yes.
BEN
But what about me?
JUDGE
Don’t you think Jane has done about enough for you?
BEN
She’s done a lot, she’s given up the money. I don’t know as I like
that; ’course I like gettin’ it, but not if she’s going away.
JANE
I couldn’t stay now, and I wouldn’t want to.
BEN
I don’t suppose you remember about plannin’ what you and me was to do
with this old farm?
JANE
I remember.
BEN
Well--then what are you going away for?
JANE
Because I couldn’t be happy here, Ben--It’s been harder than anything
I ever thought could come to anybody, the last few weeks here--and so
I’m going. (_She turns to Judge_) I’ll go upstairs and get my things.
I’ll stop at your office, Judge, on the way to the station.
JUDGE
Thank you, Jane.
BEN
You’re goin’ to-day? Before I order my new farm machinery or
anything? You’re goin’ to leave me with all this work on my hands?
JANE
Yes, Ben.
[_She exits._
BEN
Well--that’s a lesson to me! Oh, she’s a good woman! I ain’t denyin’
that--but she’s fickle!
JUDGE
You’re a fool, Ben!
BEN
I been doin’ kitchen police around this town for quite a spell now,
Judge, but from this day on I ain’t goin’ to take that sort of talk
from anybody.
JUDGE
I assure you that you won’t have to take any sort of talk at all from
me.
[_He starts for the door._
BEN
I didn’t mean that. I don’t want you to think I ain’t grateful for
all you’ve done for me.
JUDGE (_coldly_)
I have done nothing for you.
BEN
If it wasn’t for you, I’d want to die; that’s what I did want. I was
afraid of that prison, just a coward about it. Now I’m a free man,
with a big life openin’ out ahead of me--I got everything in the
world right here in my two hands, everything--and I owe it to you!
JUDGE
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