The southern cross : $b A play in four actsDaingerfield, Foxhall
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The southern cross : $b A play in four acts
Daingerfield, Foxhall
American drama -- 20th century; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Drama
Carter. We got word only yesterday that the Twelfth Massachusetts
was ordered South. Morgan thinks the report true and sent Gordon and
myself to reconnoiter.
Col. S. You think the Twelfth Massachusetts is coming to this
part of the state? How did he hear it? (Turns to Mrs S.) Stephen
Winthrop is in command.
[Fair, who has been talking to Carter, turns quickly, listening.
Mrs. S. Not Stephen, our own cousin, in arms against the South!
And coming here!
Col. S. His father is a Northern man; we must not judge for him.
Fair (to George). Why must you go back to the camp to-night?
George. We have a long march for to-morrow. Our leave of absence
is only for two hours.
Mrs. S. Then we must lose no time. You boys are hungry; I am sure
of it. Come into the house and we'll talk while you eat.
[They start towards the house. George and Charlotte are behind
the rest. He takes her hand, speaking softly only to her.
George. Wait with me here for just a moment. (Then to his
mother); We'll come, in just a moment, mother.
Mrs. S. (smiles at him then, as the others enter house). I'll
call you when we are ready.
[Exit.
[Charlotte turns, facing him; he takes her other hand, looking
long and lovingly into her face.
Char. I can hardly think you're real. But you are here: you have
come back to me.
George. And if the time has been long to you, how about me there
in the camp?
Char. I try not to think about that part--only of how I love you!
That makes up to me for all the rest.
George. We can't think of ourselves in times like these. But I
may think of you. You're in my heart each moment of the day and in my
dreams at night (He bends over her). My own sweetheart, I wonder if you
know or even guess how dear you are to me!
Char. I measure your love with my own for you. That's fair
enough, and so I think--I think I know how much you love me.
[George has been leaning tenderly over her as she sits on the
bench. He now comes and sits beside her, taking one of her
hands in both his own.
George. I want your promise for one thing--one thing that will
make me the happiest, proudest man in the world.
Char. What more can I promise you? I've given you myself. What more--
George (impulsively leaning closer to her). Marry me to-night!
Char. To-night! Why, I--I--
George. Yes, to-night! We may go for a long campaign South. I may
not come again for months. Let me be sure you are my own before I go.
I'll get the chaplain here in half an hour.
Char. To-night! But, George, I--I--of course, I'll marry you if
you think best, but--
George (delighted). But what? Nothing in all the world can matter
if you marry me to-night.
Char. But I haven't any dress.
George (laughing). What does that matter? Why not the one you
have on now? I never saw you look more lovely.
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