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Think of your mother, think of how she feels
Sitting----
RALPH ARDSLEY.
Here's Anderson!
HARRY EGERTON.
What is it, Harvey?
HARVEY ANDERSON.
(_Hurrying in_)
Well, President of Free Mill Number One
And many more hereafter!
(_Goes quickly left and, seizing the rope, pulls the flag up on the
pole_)
Up the mast,
My beauty! Now you'll hear 'em raise the roof.
HARRY EGERTON.
And Dicey----?
HARVEY ANDERSON.
Moved to make it unanimous.
No opposition.
(_Tremendous cheering outside_)
HARVEY ANDERSON.
(_Comes right and takes Harry Egerton's two hands in his_)
Well, boy?
RALPH ARDSLEY.
It's no use, Bishop.
HARVEY ANDERSON.
You've dreamed it and it's a fact now, partner.
HARRY EGERTON.
Yes.
HARVEY ANDERSON.
The years will multiply 'em.
HARRY EGERTON.
Hear! Just hear!
(_Prolonged cheering_)
RALPH ARDSLEY.
Let's leave 'em and let 'em stew in their own juice.
HARRY EGERTON.
The Living Mill!
(_A volley of shots_)
HARVEY ANDERSON.
There goes the boys' salute!
(_Seizes Harry Egerton by the shoulders and lifts him off his
feet_)
Up with you, up into the skies with you!
We've lived to see a day will live forever.
And you come right on out and make your speech.
(_Hurries back through the mill_)
HARRY EGERTON.
I'll be there shortly, Harvey.
BISHOP HARDBROOKE.
I suppose
There's no use in our talking any more.
HARRY EGERTON.
I'm sorry, Bishop.
BISHOP HARDBROOKE.
Then--Good-bye.
HARRY EGERTON.
Good-bye.
(_The Bishop and Ardsley go out down the stairs. Harry Egerton
starts back toward the gate_)
JIM KING.
(_Suddenly appears just beyond the railing_)
There was a call just now 'fore you came in.
I think it was your mother.
(_Harry Egerton turns back to the desk and takes up the telephone.
Jim King vanishes through the great door, left_)
HARRY EGERTON.
Forty-nine
Grand View, please. Yes.
(_A pause_)
Mother? I knew your voice.
You called me up, one of the men said. No?
(_A pause_)
Or some one else.
(_A pause_)
Yes, mother, very well.
You're going to the city?
(_A pause_)
That was it.
I thought perhaps you had called me up to ask.
(_A pause_)
Four or five hundred pounds.
(_A pause_)
Mixed, I should say.
And such toys as you think children would like.
(_A pause_)
O you know more about such things than I.
(_A pause_)
Yes.
(_A pause_)
Mother, while I think of it, has father
Had any trouble with Jergens?
(_A pause_)
Ah, I'm glad.
I overheard him talking with some men
The other night, and thought from what he said
It might be father they were talking of.
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