The southern cross : $b A play in four actsDaingerfield, Foxhall
History
The southern cross : $b A play in four acts
Daingerfield, Foxhall
American drama -- 20th century; United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Drama
Char. We are so glad to find you here. We came to see what had
been left us--not very much. Well, we four are still together, and we
have the home.
Mrs. S. This does not matter; we must not think of little things.
But we have father yet, and Carter and Gordon. God willing, we will have
them safe again with us.
Char. (softly, with deep, tender emotion). And George, mother,
we have him still; he is not gone. I tell you, my own sweetheart is not
away, and every day that passes brings me nearer to him. For he is still
my own true George; he's with me now; yes, now. And I may keep him ever
with me, here.
[She softly lays her hand over her heart.
Mrs. S. (gently drawing her nearer). My own dear daughter, may we
have strength to feel he is not gone. Dear child, you have shown us all
how George would have us live.
[She kisses her.
Char. There, mother, there. Now what can we do to make things
brighter here. First, some light (she lights the candles). There, that's
better. Ah, the room will take us many days, I fear.
Bev (helping them with the furniture). Mother, did you know that
Winthrop has had a man stationed near the house for our protection? I've
been wanting to see him to say how we thank him, but he has been very
busy in the camp.
Fair. Is he still there?
Bev. Yes. The whole regiment is stationed there now.
Mrs. S. We will see him before they go away. Perhaps we can show
him in some way that we are very grateful.
Char. He sent the ambulance to us when there was only one, and he
gave a guard to see us safely through the lines, and even when we were
at home he asked that we would keep the guard for our protection. Yes,
mother, we must thank him for all this. And George would wish it so, I'm
sure of it.
Fair (softly). Will he come here again; oh, mother, will he come?
[Enter Marthy with a table cloth over her arm.
Marthy. I don fix a little sprise for you all. I gwine gib you de
best supper. Kin I fix it har for you?
[She spreads the cloth on the table.
Mrs. S. Why, Marthy, I'd forgotten. But is there anything for us
except corn meal?
Marthy (delighted). You jes wait an see. I gwine gib you what you
used to--dat I iz.
[Exit.
Mrs. S. Dear old Marthy. I often think--(a knock is heard at the
door (Left). What was that?
Bev. Some one at the door.
Mrs. S. Impossible! it leads to your room.
[The knock again.
Bev. Who's there? (he opens the door) Who's in here?
Carter (within). Are you all there?
Bev. What do you mean? Come out!
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account