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SWEET AND TWENTY

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_Stewart Kidd Dramatic Anthologies_

Fifty Contemporary One-Act Plays

Edited by

FRANK SHAY and PIERRE LOVING

This volume contains FIFTY REPRESENTATIVE ONE-ACT PLAYS of the MODERN THEATER, chosen from the dramatic works of contemporary writers all over the world and is the second volume in the _Stewart Kidd Dramatic Anthologies_, the first being European Theories of the Drama, by Barrett H. Clark, which has been so enthusiastically received.

The editors have scrupulously sifted countless plays and have selected the best available in English. One-half the plays have never before been published in book form; thirty-one are no longer available in any other edition.

The work satisfies a long-felt want for a handy collection of the choicest plays produced by the art theaters all over the world. It is a complete repertory for a little theater, a volume for the study of the modern drama, a representative collection of the world's best short plays.

CONTENTS

AUSTRIA
Schnitzler (Arthur)--Literature

BELGIUM
Maeterlinck (Maurice)--The Intruder

BOLIVIA
More (Federico)--Interlude

FRANCE
Ancey (George)--M. Lamblin
Porto-Riche (Georges)--Francoise's Luck

GERMANY
Ettinger (Karl)--Altruism
von Hofmannsthal (Hugo)--Madonna Dianora
Wedekind (Frank)--The Tenor

GREAT BRITAIN
Bennett (Arnold)--A Good Woman
Calderon (George)--The Little Stone House.
Cannan (Gilbert)--Mary's Wedding
Dowson (Ernest)--The Pierrot of the Minute.
Ellis (Mrs. Havelock)--The Subjection of Kezia
Hankin (St. John)--The Constant Lover

INDIA
Mukerji (Dhan Gopal)--The Judgment of Indra

IRELAND
Gregory (Lady)--The Workhouse Ward

HOLLAND
Speenhoff (J. H.)--Louise

HUNGARY
Biro (Lajos)--The Grandmother

ITALY
Giocosa (Giuseppe)--The Rights of the Soul

RUSSIA
Andreyev (Leonid)--Love of One's Neighbor
Tchekoff (Anton)--The Boor

SPAIN
Benevente (Jacinto)--His Widow's Husband
Quinteros (Serafina and Joaquin Alverez)--A Sunny Morning

SWEDEN
Strindberg (August)--The Creditor
Wied (Gustave)--Autumn Fires

UNITED STATES
Beach (Lewis)--Brothers
Cowan (Sada)--In the Morgue
Crocker (Bosworth)--The Baby Carriage
Cronyn (George W.)--A Death in Fever Flat
Davies (Mary Carolyn)--The Slave with Two Faces
Day (Frederick L.)--The Slump
Flanner (Hildegard)--Mansions
Glaspell (Susan)--Trifles
Gerstenberg (Alice)--The Pot Boiler
Helburn (Theresa)--Enter the Hero
Hudson (Holland)--The Shepherd in the Distance
Kemp (Harry)--Boccaccio's Untold Tale
Langner (Lawrence)--Another Way Out
MacMillan (Mary)--The Shadowed Star
Millay (Edna St. Vincent)--Aro da Capo
Moeller (Philip)--Helena's Husband
O'Neill (Eugene)--Ile
Stevens (Thomas Wood)--The Nursery Maid of Heaven
Stevens (Wallace)--Three Travelers Watch a Sunrise
Tompkins (Frank G.)--Sham
Walker (Stuart)--The Medicine Show
Wellman (Rita)--For All Time
Wilde (Percival)--The Finger of God

YIDDISH
Ash (Sholom)--Night
Pinski (David)--Forgotten Souls

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Stewart Kidd Modern Plays

Edited by Frank Shay

SWEET AND TWENTY

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_Stewart Kidd Modern Plays_

_Edited by_ FRANK SHAY

To meet the immensely increased demands of the play-reading public and those interested in the modern drama, Stewart Kidd are issuing under the general editorship of Frank Shay a series of plays from the pens of the world's best contemporary writers. No effort is being spared to secure the best work available, and the plays are issued in a form that is at once attractive to readers and suited to the needs of the performer and producer. _Buffalo Express_: "Each play is of merit. Each is unlike the other. The group furnishes a striking example of the realistic trend of the modern drama."

From time to time special announcements will be printed giving complete lists of the plays.

SHAM, a Social Satire in One Act. _By Frank G. Tompkins._

Originally produced by Sam Hume, at the Arts and Crafts Theatre, Detroit.

_San Francisco Bulletin_: "The lines are new and many of them are decidedly clever."

_Providence Journal_: "An ingenious and merry little one-act play."

THE SHEPHERD IN THE DISTANCE, a Pantomime in One Act. _By Holland Hudson._ Originally produced by the Washington Square Players.

_Oakland Tribune_: "A pleasing pantomime of the Ancient East."

MANSIONS, a Play in One Act. _By Hildegarde Flanner._ Originally produced by the Indiana Little Theatre Society.

_Three Arts Magazine_: "This thoughtful and well-written play of Characters and Ideals has become a favorite with Little Theatres and is now available in print."

HEARTS TO MEND, a Fantasy in One Act. _By H. A. Overstreet._ Originally produced by the Fireside Players, White Plains, N. Y.

_St. Louis Star_: "It is a light whimsy and well carried out."

_San Francisco Chronicle_: "No one is likely to hear or read it without real and legitimate pleasure."

SIX WHO PASS WHILE THE LENTILS BOIL. _By Stuart Walker._

Originally produced by the Portmanteau Players at Christodora House, New York City.

_Brooklyn Eagle_: "Literary without being pedantic, and dramatic without being noisy."

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SWEET AND TWENTY

A Comedy in One Act

FLOYD DELL

Author of Moon Calf

First produced by the Provincetown Players, New York City
January 25, 1918, with the following cast:

THE YOUNG WOMAN _Edna St. Vincent Millay_
THE YOUNG MAN _Ordway Tead_
THE AGENT _Otto Liveright_
THE GUARD _Louis Ell_

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SWEET AND TWENTY

SCENE--_A corner of the cherry orchard on the country place of the late Mr. Boggley, now on sale and open for inspection to prospective buyers. The cherry orchard, now in full bloom, is a very pleasant place. There is a green-painted rustic bench beside the path...._

(_This scene can be effectively produced on a small stage by a back-drop painted a blue-green color, with a single conventionalized cherry branch painted across it, and two three-leaved screens masking the wings, painted in blue-green with a spray of cherry blossoms_).

_A young woman, dressed in a light summer frock and carrying a parasol, drifts in from the back. She sees the bench, comes over to it and sits down with an air of petulant weariness._

_A handsome young man enters from the right. He stops short in surprise on seeing the charming stranger who lolls upon the bench. He takes off his hat._

Oh, I beg your pardon!

SHE

Oh, you needn't! I've no right to be here, either.

(_Coming down to her_) Now what do you mean by that?

SHE

I thought perhaps you were playing truant, as I am.

Playing truant?

SHE

I was looking at the house, you know. And I got tired and ran away.

Well, to tell the truth, so did I. It's dull work, isn't it?

SHE

I've been upstairs and down for two hours. That family portrait gallery finished me. It was so old and gloomy and dead that I felt as if I were dead myself. I just had to do something. I wanted to jab my parasol through the window-pane. I understood just how the suffragettes felt. But I was afraid of shocking the agent. He is such a meek little man, and he seemed to think so well of me. If I had broken the window I would have shattered his ideals of womanhood, too, I'm afraid. So I just slipped away quietly and came here.

I've only been there half an hour and we--I've only been in the basement. That's why our tours of inspection didn't bring us together sooner. I've been cross-examining the furnace. Do you understand furnaces? (_He sits down beside her_) I don't.

SHE

Do you like family portraits? I hate 'em!

What! Do the family portraits go with the house?

SHE

No, thank heaven. They've been bequeathed to the Metropolitan Museum of Horrors, I understand. They're valuable historically--early colonial governors and all that sort of stuff. But there is someone with me who--who takes a deep interest in such things.

(_frowning at a sudden memory_) Hm. Didn't I see you at that real estate office in New York yesterday?

SHE

Yes. _He_ was with me then.

HE (_compassionately_)

I--I thought I remembered seeing you with--with him.

SHE (_cheerfully_)

Isn't he _just_ the sort of man who would be interested in family portraits?

HE (_confused_)

Well--since you ask me--I--!

SHE

Oh, that's all right. Tubby's a dear, in spite of his funny old ideas. I like him very much.

(_gulping the pill_) Yes....

SHE

He's so anxious to please me in buying this house. I suppose it's all right to have a house, but I'd like to become acquainted with it gradually. I'd like to feel that there was always some corner left to explore--some mystery saved up for a rainy day. Tubby can't understand that. He drags me everywhere, explaining how we'll keep this and change that--dormer windows here and perhaps a new wing there.... I suppose you've been rebuilding the house, too?

No. Merely decided to turn that sunny south room into a study. It would make a very pleasant place to work. But if you really want the place, I'd hate to take it away from you.

SHE

I was just going to say that if _you_ really wanted it, _I'd_ withdraw. It was Tubby's idea to buy it, you know--not mine. You _do_ want it, don't you?

I can't say that I do. It's so infernally big. But Maria thinks I ought to have it. (_Explanatorily_) Maria is--

SHE (_gently_)

She's--the one who _is_ interested in furnaces, I understand. I saw her with you at the real-estate office yesterday. Well--furnaces are necessary, I suppose. (_There is a pause, which she breaks suddenly_) Do you see that bee?

A bee? (_He follows her gaze up to a cluster of blossoms._)

SHE

Yes--there! (_Affectionately_) The rascal! There he goes. (_Their eyes follow the flight of the bee across the orchard. There is a silence, in which Maria and Tubby drift into the limbo of forgotten things. Alone together beneath the blossoms, a spell seems to have fallen upon them. She tries to think of something to say--and at last succeeds._)

SHE

Have you heard the story of the people who used to live here?

No; why?

SHE

An agent was telling us. It's quite romantic--and rather sad. You see, the man that built this house was in love with a girl. He was building it for her--as a surprise. But he had neglected to mention to her that he was in love with her. And so, in pique, she married another man, though she was really in love with him. The news came just when he had finished the house. He shut it up for a year or two, but eventually married someone else, and they lived here for ten years--most unhappily. Then they went abroad, and the house was sold. It was bought, curiously enough, by the husband of the girl he had been in love with. They lived here till they died--hating each other to the end, the agent says.

It gives me the shivers. To think of that house, haunted by the memories of wasted love! Which of us, I wonder, will have to live in it? I don't want to.

SHE (_prosaically_)

Oh, don't take it so seriously as all that. If one can't live in a house where there's been an unhappy marriage, why, good heavens, where _is_ one going to live? Most marriages, I fancy, are unhappy.

A bitter philosophy for one so--

SHE

Nonsense! But listen to the rest of the story. The most interesting part is about this very orchard.

Really!

SHE

Yes. This orchard, it seems, was here before the house was. It was part of an old farm where he and she--the unhappy lovers, you know--stopped one day, while they were out driving, and asked for something to eat. The farmer's wife was busy, but she gave them each a glass of milk, and told them they could eat all the cherries they wanted. So they picked a hatful of cherries, and ate them, sitting on a bench like this one. And then he fell in love with her....

And ... didn't tell her so.... (_She glances at him in alarm. His self-possession has vanished. He is pale and frightened, but there is a desperate look in his eyes, as if some unknown power were forcing him to do something very rash. In short, he seems like a young man who has just fallen in love._)

SHE (_hastily_)

So you see this orchard is haunted, too!

I feel it. I seem to hear the ghost of that old-time lover whispering to me....

SHE (_provocatively_)

Indeed! What does he say?

He says: "I was a coward; you must be bold. I was silent; you must speak out."

SHE (_mischievously_)

That's very curious--because that old lover isn't dead at all. He's a baronet or something in England.

HE (_earnestly_)

His youth is dead; and it is his youth that speaks to me.

SHE (_quickly_)

You mustn't believe all that ghosts tell you.

Oh, but I must. For they know the folly of silence--the bitterness of cowardice.

SHE

The circumstances were--slightly--different, weren't they?

HE (_stubbornly_)

I don't care!

SHE (_soberly_)

You know perfectly well it's no use.

I can't help that!

SHE

Please! You simply mustn't! It's disgraceful!

What's disgraceful?

SHE (_confused_)

What you are going to say.

HE (_simply_)

Only that I love you. What is there disgraceful about that? It's beautiful!

SHE

It's wrong.

It's inevitable.

SHE

Why inevitable? Can't you talk with a girl in a cherry orchard for half an hour without falling in love with her?

Not if the girl is you.

SHE

But why especially _me_?

I don't know. Love--is a mystery. I only know that I was destined to love you.

SHE

How can you be so sure?

Because you have changed the world for me. It's as though I had been groping about in the dark, and then--sunrise! And there's a queer feeling here. (_He puts his hand on his heart_) To tell the honest truth, there's a still queerer feeling in the pit of my stomach. It's a gone feeling, if you must know. And my knees are weak. I know now why men used to fall on their knees when they told a girl they loved her; it was because they couldn't stand up. And there's a feeling in my feet as though I were walking on air. And--

SHE (_faintly_)

That's enough!

And I could die for you and be glad of the chance. It's perfectly absurd, but it's absolutely true. I've never spoken to you before, and heaven knows I may never get a chance to speak to you again, but I'd never forgive myself if I didn't say this to you now. I love you! love you! love you! Now tell me I'm a fool. Tell me to go. Anything--I've said my say.... Why don't you speak?

SHE

I--I've nothing to say--except--except that I--well--(_almost inaudibly_) I feel some of those symptoms myself.

HE (_triumphantly_)

You love me!

SHE

I--don't know. Yes. Perhaps.

Then kiss me!

SHE (_doubtfully_)

No....

Kiss me!

SHE (_tormentedly_)

Oh, what's the use?

I don't know. I don't care. I only know that we love each other.

SHE

(_after a moment's hesitation, desperately_) I don't care, either! I _do_ want to kiss you. (_She does.... He is the first to awake from the ecstasy._)

It is wicked--

SHE (_absently_)

Is it?

But, oh heaven! kiss me again! (_She does._)

SHE

Darling!

Do you suppose anyone is likely to come this way?

SHE

No.

HE (_speculatively_)

Your husband is probably still in the portrait gallery....

SHE

My husband! (_Drawing away_) What do you mean? (_Thoroughly awake now_) You didn't think--? (_She jumps up and laughs convulsively_) He thought poor old Tubby was my husband!!

(_staring up at her bewildered_) Why, isn't he your husband?

SHE (_scornfully_)

No!! He's my uncle!

Your unc--

SHE

Yes, of course! (_Indignantly_) Do you suppose I would be married to a man that's fat and bald and forty years old?

HE (_distressed_)

I--I beg your pardon. I did think so.

SHE

Just because you saw me with him? How ridiculous!

It was a silly mistake. But--the things you said! You spoke so--realistically--about marriage.

SHE

It was _your_ marriage I was speaking about. (_With hasty compunction_) Oh, I beg your--

_My_ marriage! (_He rises_) Good heavens! And to whom, pray, did you think I was married? (_A light dawning_) To Maria? Why, Maria is my aunt!

SHE

Yes--of course. How stupid of me.

Let's get this straight. Are you married to _anybody_?

SHE

Certainly not. As if I would let anybody make love to me if I were!

Now don't put on airs. You did something quite as improper. You kissed a married man.

SHE

I didn't.

It's the same thing. You _thought_ I was married.

SHE

But you _aren't_.

No. I'm _not_ married. And--and--_you're_ not married. (_The logic of the situation striking him all of a sudden_) In fact--! (_He pauses, rather alarmed._)

SHE

Yes?

In fact--well--there's no reason in the world why we _shouldn't_ make love to each other!

SHE

(_equally startled_) Why--that's so!

Then--then--shall we?

SHE

(_sitting down and looking demurely at her toes_) Oh, not if you don't want to!

(_adjusting himself to the situation_) Well--under the circumstances--I suppose I ought to begin by asking you to marry me....

SHE

(_languidly, with a provoking glance_) You don't seem very anxious to.

(_feeling at a disadvantage_) It isn't that--but--well--

SHE (_lightly_)

Well what?

Dash it all, I don't know your name!

SHE

(_looking at him with wild curiosity_) That didn't seem to stop you a while ago....

HE (_doggedly_)

Well, then--will you marry me?

SHE (_promptly_)

No.

HE (_surprised_)

No! Why do you say that?

SHE (_coolly_)

Why should I marry you? I know nothing about you. I've known you for less than an hour.

HE (_sardonically_)

That fact didn't seem to keep you from kissing me.

SHE

Besides--I don't like the way you go about it. If you'd propose the same way you made love to me, maybe I'd accept you.

All right. (_Dropping on one knee before her_) Beloved! (_An awkward pause_) No, I can't do it. (_He gets up and distractedly dusts off his knees with his handkerchief_) I'm very sorry.

SHE

(_with calm inquiry_) Perhaps it's because you don't love me any more?

HE (_fretfully_)

Of course I love you!

SHE (_coldly_)

But you don't want to marry me.... I see.

Not at all! I _do_ want to marry you. But--

SHE

Well?

Marriage is a serious matter. Now don't take offense! I only meant that--well--(_He starts again_) We _are_ in love with each other, and that's the important thing. But, as you said, we don't know each other. I've no doubt that when we get acquainted we will like each other better still. But we've got to get acquainted first.

SHE (_rising_)

You're just like Tubby buying a house. You want to know all about it. Well! I warn you that you'll never know all about me. So you needn't try.

HE (_apologetically_)

It was _your_ suggestion.

SHE (_impatiently_)

Oh, all right! Go ahead and cross-examine me if you like. I'll tell you to begin with that I'm perfectly healthy, and that there's no T. B., insanity, or Socialism in my family. What else do you want to know?

HE (_hesitantly_)

Why did you put Socialism in?

SHE

Oh, just for fun. You aren't a Socialist, are you?

Yes. (_Earnestly_) Do you know what Socialism is?

SHE (_innocently_)

It's the same thing as Anarchy, isn't it?

HE (_gently_)

No. At least not my kind. I believe in municipal ownership of street cars, and all that sort of thing. I'll give you some books to read.

SHE

Well, I never ride in street cars, so I don't care whether they're municipally owned or not. By the way, do you dance?

No.

SHE

You must learn right away. I can't bother to teach you myself, but I know where you can get private lessons and become really good in a month. It is stupid not to be able to dance.

(_as if he had tasted quinine_) I can see myself doing the tango! Grr!

SHE

The tango went out long ago, my dear.

(_with great decision_) Well--I _won't_ learn to dance. You might as well know that to begin with.

SHE

And I won't read your old books on Socialism. You might as well know _that to begin with_!

Come, come! This will never do. You see, my dear, it's simply that I _can't_ dance, and there's no use for me to try to learn.

SHE

Anybody can learn. I've made expert dancers out of the awkwardest men!

But, you see, I've no inclination toward dancing. It's out of my world.

SHE

And I've no inclination toward municipal ownership. _It's_ out of _my_ world!

It ought not to be out of the world of any intelligent person.

SHE

(_turning her back on him_) All right--if you want to call me stupid!

(_turning and looking away meditatively_) It appears that we have very few tastes in common.

SHE

(_tapping her foot_) So it seems.

If we married we might be happy for a month--

SHE

Perhaps. (_They remain standing with their backs to each other._)

And then--the old story. Quarrels....

SHE

I never could bear quarrels....

An unhappy marriage....

SHE

(_realizing it_) Oh!

(_hopelessly turning toward her_) I can't marry you.

SHE

(_recovering quickly and facing him with a smile_) Nobody asked you, sir, she said!

(_with a gesture of finality_) Well--there seems to be no more to say.

SHE (_sweetly_)

Except good-bye.

HE (_firmly_)

Good-bye, then. (_He holds out his hand._)

SHE

(_taking it_) Good-bye!

(_taking her other hand--after a pause, helplessly_) Good-bye!

SHE

(_drawing in his eyes_) Good-bye! (_They cling to each other, and are presently lost in a passionate embrace. He breaks loose and stamps away, then turns to her._)

Damn it all, we _do_ love each other!

SHE

(_wiping her eyes_) What a pity that is the only taste we have in common!

Do you suppose that is enough?

SHE

I wish it were!

A month of happiness--

SHE

Yes!

And then--wretchedness.

SHE

No--never!

We mustn't do it.

SHE

I suppose not.

Come, let us control ourselves.

SHE

Yes, let's. (_They take hands again._)

(_with an effort_) I wish you happiness. I--I'll go to Europe for a year. Try to forget me.

SHE

I shall be married when you get back--perhaps.

I hope it's somebody that's not bald and fat and forty. Otherwise--!

SHE

And you--for goodness sake! marry a girl that's very young and very, very pretty. That will help.

We mustn't prolong this. If we stay together another minute--

SHE

Then go!

I can't go!

SHE

You must, darling! You must!

Oh, if somebody would only come along! (_They are leaning toward each other, dizzy upon the brink of another kiss, when somebody does come--a short, mild-looking man in a Derby hat. There is an odd gleam in his eyes_).

THE INTRUDER (_startled_)

Excuse me! (_They turn and stare at him, but their hands cling fast to each other._)

SHE (_faintly_)

The Agent!

THE AGENT

(_in despairing accents_) Too late! Too late!

THE YOUNG MAN

No! Just in time!

THE AGENT

Too late, I say! I will go. (_He turns._)

THE YOUNG MAN

No! Stay!

THE AGENT

What's the use? It has already begun. What good can I do now?

THE YOUNG MAN

I'll show you what good you can do now. Come here! (_The Agent approaches_) Can you unloose my hands from those of this young woman?

THE YOUNG WOMAN

(_haughtily releasing herself and walking away_) You needn't trouble! I can do it myself.

THE YOUNG MAN

Thank you. It was utterly beyond my power. (_To the Agent_) Will you kindly take hold of me and move me over _there_? (_The Agent propels him away from the girl_) Thank you. At this distance I can perhaps make my farewell in a seemly and innocuous manner.

THE AGENT

Young man, you will not say farewell to that young lady for ten days--and perhaps never!

THE YOUNG WOMAN

What!

THE AGENT

They have arranged it all.

THE YOUNG MAN

_Who_ has arranged _what_?

THE AGENT

Your aunt, Miss Brooke--and (_to the young woman_) your uncle, Mr. Egerton--(_The young people turn and stare at each other in amazement._)

THE YOUNG MAN

Egerton! Are you Helen Egerton?

HELEN

And are you George Brooke?

THE AGENT

Your aunt and uncle have just discovered each other up at the house, and they have arranged for you all to take dinner together to-night, and then go to a ten-day house-party at Mr. Egerton's place on Long Island. (_Grimly_) The reason of all this will be plain to you. They want you two to get married.

GEORGE

Then we're done for! We'll have to get married now whether we want to or not!

HELEN

What! Just to please _them_? I shan't do it!

GEORGE (_gloomily_)

You don't know my Aunt Maria.

HELEN

And Tubby will try to bully me, I suppose. But I won't do it--no matter what he says!

THE AGENT

Pardon what may seem an impertinence, Miss; but is it really true that you don't want to marry this young man?

HELEN (_flaming_)

I suppose because you saw me in his arms--! Oh, I want to, all right, but--

THE AGENT (_mildly_)

Then what seems to be the trouble?

HELEN

I--oh, you explain to him, George. (_She goes to the bench and, sits down._)

GEORGE

Well, it's this way. As you may have deduced from what you saw, we are madly in love with each other--

HELEN

(_from the bench_) But I'm not madly in love with municipal ownership. That's the chief difficulty.

GEORGE

No, the chief difficulty is that I refuse to entertain even a platonic affection for the tango.

HELEN (_irritably_)

I told you the tango had gone out long ago!

GEORGE

Well, then, the maxixe.

HELEN

Stupid!

GEORGE

And there you have it! No doubt it seems ridiculous to you.

THE AGENT (_gravely_)

Not at all, my boy. I've known marriage to go to smash on far less than that. When you come to think of it, a taste for dancing and a taste for municipal ownership stand at the two ends of the earth away from each other. They represent two different ways of taking life. And if two people who live in the same house can't agree on those two things, they'd disagree on ten thousand things that came up every day. And what's the use for two different kinds of beings to try to live together? It doesn't work, no matter how much love there is between them.

GEORGE

(_rushing up to him in surprise and gratification, and shaking his hand warmly_) Then you're our friend. You will help us not to get married!

THE AGENT

Your aunt is very set on it--and your uncle, too, Miss!

HELEN

We must find some way to get out of it, or they'll have us cooped up together in that house before we know it. (_Rising and coming over to the Agent_) Can't you think up some scheme?

THE AGENT

Perhaps I can, and perhaps I can't. I'm a bachelor myself, Miss, and that means that I've thought up many a scheme to get out of marriage myself.

HELEN (_outraged_)

You old scoundrel!

THE AGENT

Oh, it's not so bad as you may think, Miss. I've always gone through the marriage ceremony to please them. But that's not what I call marriage.

GEORGE

Then what do you call marriage?

HELEN

Yes, I'd like to know!

THE AGENT

Marriage, my young friends, is an iniquitous arrangement devised by the Devil himself for driving all the love out of the hearts of lovers. They start out as much in love with each other as you two are to-day, and they end by being as sick of the sight of each other as you two will be twenty years hence if I don't find a way of saving you alive out of the Devil's own trap. It's not lack of love that's the trouble with marriage--it's marriage itself. And when I say marriage, I don't mean promising to love, honor, and obey, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health till death do you part--that's only human nature to wish and to attempt. And it might be done if it weren't for the iniquitous arrangement of marriage.

GEORGE (_puzzled_)

But what _is_ the iniquitous arrangement?

THE AGENT

Ah, that's the trouble! If I tell you, you won't believe me. You'll go ahead and try it out, and find out what all the unhappy ones have found out before you. Listen to me, my children. Did you ever go on a picnic? (_He looks from one to the other--they stand astonished and silent_) Of course you have. Everyone has. There is an instinct in us which makes us go back to the ways of our savage ancestors--to gather about a fire in the forest, to cook meat on a pointed stick, and eat it with our fingers. But how many books would you write, young man, if you had to go back to the camp-fire every day for your lunch? And how many new dances would _you_ invent if you lived eternally in the picnic stage of civilization? No! the picnic is incompatible with everyday living. As incompatible as marriage.

GEORGE

But--

HELEN

But--

THE AGENT

Marriage is the nest-building instinct, turned by the Devil himself into an institution to hold the human soul in chains. The whole story of marriage is told in the old riddle: "Why do birds in their nests agree? Because if they don't, they'll fall out." That's it. Marriage is a nest so small that there is no room in it for disagreement. Now it may be all right for birds to agree, but human beings are not built that way. They disagree, and home becomes a little hell. Or else they do agree, at the expense of the soul's freedom stifled in one or both.

HELEN

Yes, but tell me--

GEORGE

Ssh!

THE AGENT

Yet there _is_ the nest-building instinct. You feel it, both of you. If you don't now, you will as soon as you are married. If you are fools, you will try to live all your lives in a love-nest; and you will imprison your souls within it, and the Devil will laugh.

HELEN

(_to George_) I am beginning to be afraid of him.

GEORGE

So am I.

THE AGENT

If you are wise, you will build yourselves a little nest secretly in the woods, away from civilization, and you will run away together to that nest whenever you are in the mood. A nest so small that it will hold only two beings and one thought--the thought of love. And then you will come back refreshed to civilization, where every soul is different from every other soul--you will let each other alone, forget each other, and do your own work in peace. Do you understand?

HELEN

He means we should occupy separate sides of the house, I think. Or else that we should live apart and only see each other on week-ends. I'm not sure which.

THE AGENT (_passionately_)

I mean that you should not stifle love with civilization, nor encumber civilization with love. What have they to do with each other? You think you want a fellow student of economics. You are wrong. _You_ think you want a dancing partner. You are mistaken. You want a revelation of the glory of the universe.

HELEN

(_to George, confidentially_) It's blithering nonsense, of course. But it _was_ something like that--a while ago.

GEORGE (_bewilderedly_)

Yes; when we knew it was our first kiss and thought it was to be our last.

THE AGENT (_fiercely_)

A kiss is always the first kiss and the last--or it is nothing.

HELEN (_conclusively_)

He's quite mad.

GEORGE

Absolutely.

THE AGENT

Mad? Of course I am mad. But--(_He turns suddenly, and subsides as a man in a guard's uniform enters._)

THE GUARD

Ah, here you are! Thought you'd given us the slip, did you? (_To the others_) Escaped from the Asylum, he did, a week ago, and got a job here. We've been huntin' him high and low. Come along now!

GEORGE

(_recovering with difficulty the power of speech_) What--what's the matter with him?

THE GUARD

Matter with him? He went crazy, he did, readin' the works of Bernard Shaw. And if he wasn't in the insane asylum he'd be in jail. He's a bigamist, he is. He married fourteen women. But none of 'em would go on the witness stand against him. Said he was an ideal husband, they did. Fourteen of 'em! But otherwise he's perfectly harmless. Come now!

THE AGENT (_pleasantly_)

Perfectly harmless! Yes, perfectly harmless! (_He is led out._)

HELEN

That explains it all!

GEORGE

Yes--and yet I feel there was something in what he was saying.

HELEN

Well--are we going to get married or not? We've got to decide that before we face my uncle and your aunt.

GEORGE

Of course we'll get married. You have your work and I mine, and--

HELEN

Well, if we do, then you can't have that sunny south room for a study. I want it for the nursery.

GEORGE

The nursery!

HELEN

Yes; babies, you know!

GEORGE

Good heavens!

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_The Pioneers._ Five very short acts. 1791 in Middle-West. Interior. Four men, five women, five children, five Indians.

_In Mendelesia, Part I._ Costume play, Middle Ages. Interior. Thirty minutes or more. Four women, one man-servant.

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THE SHEPHERD IN THE DISTANCE,

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Originally produced by the Washington Square Players.

MANSIONS, a Play in One Act.

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Originally produced by the Indiana Little Theatre Society.

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Transcriber's note:

Obvious punctuation errors and misprints have been corrected.

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