ow. JOE. [_Caressing her with rough push on the face_.] I know you, ma--you're the motherin'est old hen in Pike--[_Going_.] If he don't drink this I'll drowned him. MRS. VERNON. [_To street door_.] Now, Lizbeth, I don't see nothin' of Kate. She's out there with Travers--you an' Dave kind o' hang round like you was with 'em. LIZBETH. Come, Dave. [_To_ MRS. VERNON.] Jes' not let on? MRS. VERNON. Yes--purtendin'. _Exit_ LIZBETH. DAVE. All right. [_Exit after_ LIZBETH. JOE. [_Entering door_.] Jes' look at him, ma--he's got his eyebrows in it. MRS. VERNON. [_At door; leans on_ JOE'S _shoulder_.] The darlin'--jes' to think, Joe, if one of our children was sufferin'-- JOE. [_With unction_.] You bet. MRS. VERNON. [_Earnestly calls_.] Don't let him splash it on you, Jim--'t'll spot your clothes. JOE. [_Pauses admiringly_.] Jim don't care a durn. MRS. VERNON. There, I'll fix his bed. [_Getting coats from peg, back wall_.] What's a man know, anyhow? [_Exit to shop_. JOE. [_Gets tobacco from shelf_.] She'll fix him all right--ha, ha! JIM. [_Entering, looking back_.] Say, Joe, women are great, ain't they? [_Stands admiringly in doorway_. JOE. [_Slowly coming down, filling pipe_.] Jim! [_Pause_. JIM _doesn't answer, only looks at_ JOE.] You an' me--[_Turns quickly and looks at_ JIM.] You an' me are goin' into the convention together? [JIM _nods once, and chews slowly_.] Agin each other. [JIM _nods and chews. Pause_.] Smoke? [_Offers pipe_. JIM. [_Takes cud from mouth; hesitates--returns it_.] Chew. JOE. Set down. [_They sit_. JIM _left of table_--JOE _to the right in rocker_.] There's somethin' I want to say to you jes' between ourselves. _Enter_ MRS. VERNON. MRS. VERNON. [_Comes back of table between the men_.] I reckon he's comfortable. JOE. Jim an' me's talkin' a minute, ma. MRS. VERNON. [_Reassuredly_.] Well, I got my work. [_Exit_. JOE. Jim--[JIM _looks at him_.] I been a figurin' an' I've calculated they's a difference of about $600 'tween you an' me. JIM. [_Placidly_.] How? JOE. [_Rising, and closing door. Returns_.] When my Kate got through the public school, you said she ought to go to college. [JIM _nods_.] I didn't think so--I admit now I was a durn fool. [JIM _nods_.] You said she had to go--an' she went--to Linenwood. [JIM _chews_.] When she come back she taught me everything I know--I don't think I could go afore this convention if it wasn't for what Kate's learned me--Jim, I'm ashamed to say so, but I let you pay her schoolin'--I've figured out it's a round six hundred dollars--an' I'm goin' to pay you every-- JIM. [_Impressively points at him with his whole hand_.] See here-- [_After a fateful pause, rises_.] Don't you ever say that to me agen. [_Turns away_. JOE. [_Half-rising, anxiously_.] Why, Jim? JIM. [_Turning. Threatens_.] Never. JOE. Tain't nothin' to make trouble 'tween us, Jim. JIM. [_Pauses--growls slowly_.] Whatever I done--was done--have you ever said a word to her about it? JOE. Nobody knows it, Jim, but you an' me. JIM. Man to man? JOE. Man to man. JIM. [_Slightly relieved_.] Well, I done it fur her--an' whenever I hear her purty voice--soft an' low like verses out of a book--whenever I look at her face--purtier than them pictures they put in the cigar-boxes--and her hands soft and baby-like--I feel 'way down here that I helped do some of that. An' do you think, Joe Vernon, that I'd sell out? No, sir, not by a damned sight! JOE. But look here, Jim, think of me. We're going in that convention together--agin each other--for the same office, and if you was to tell-- JIM. [_Sharp turn._] _Tell!_ Don't move--but jus' draw breath enough to take that back. JOE. [_Putting out his hand._] Jim! JIM. [_Pause._] Why, if anybody'd said you could a _thought_ them things! JOE. [_Pleadingly._] _Jim!_ JIM. [_Long pause._] Well, there--[_Takes_ JOE'S _hand._ _Enter_ MRS. VERNON. MRS. VERNON. [_Nervously._] Joe, I've a notion to holler to Kate to run home. I don't like her walkin' with that man. JOE. What man? MRS. VERNON. Why, Travers. I don't know what Kate sees in him. [_Returns to door._ JIM. [_Comfortingly._] Well, he's a city chap, and Kate's so smart about them things. Joe, how old is Kate? JOE. Twenty, ain't she, ma? MRS. VERNON. [_In street door._] Lor, no--we ain't been _married_ but nineteen. JOE. Seems longer'n that to me. JIM _looks at him, crossing to melodeon, shaking head._ JIM. How old is she, Mrs. Vernon? MRS. VERNON. They's fourteen months difference 'tween her an' Lizbeth. JIM _looks at_ JOE _again._ JIM. Well, I've knowed her so long, she always seems jes' a little child to me--but Kate's old enough to be thinkin' o' gettin' married, ain't she? MRS. VERNON. I was mother of two young uns when I was as old as Kate. JIM _looks at_ JOE _again._ JOE _is a mixture of pride and apology._ JIM. [_Leans over back of chair._] You know, if I had my way, I'd like Kate to see _everything_. Go to St. Louis, and Europe, an' travel. I've often thought I'd like to be well enough off to take Kate an' jes' do nothin' but travel for a whole summer. MRS. VERNON. Oh, folks'd talk about it, Jim. JIM. Why, I mean married--if Kate'd have me. MRS. VERNON. Oh! JOE. [_Explainingly._] Of course--'fore they started. JIM _looks at_ JOE _in amused disgust._ JIM. An' you know, Mrs. Vernon, I've had it on the tip of my tongue a dozen times to ask her. MRS. VERNON. [_Reflectively._] Well,--it might be the best thing that could happen to her. [_Pause._] Kate's been awful restless lately. JOE. [_Heartily._] An' she likes you, Jim, better'n anybody. JIM. Why, I used to think so, Joe, but since this feller's been in town--[_Slowly crosses and sits on table._ MRS. VERNON. Pshaw--I'll bet that mustach of his'n is dyed. JOE. Don't think about him, Jim, 'cause, if it comes to that, I'll put my foot down. JIM. Not if Kate liked him. JOE. Yes, no matter who liked him. JIM. But I'd want her to like me. JOE. Well, she does. JIM. You think so. JOE. Sure. JIM. Dog gone it! I'd swap my poney for a trottin' horse, an' git one of them two-wheeled carts an' practice in it till I wasn't seasick, and me an' Kate of a Sunday--say--driving through Bowling Green! MRS. VERNON. [_Grinning in admiration._] Why, Jim! JIM. [_Growing with his vision._] An' I'd run that south pyazza all around the house,--and dog gone it--_we'd have a hired girl._ MRS. VERNON. [_Starting something._] That's the way to treat a woman, Joe Vernon, an' if you hadn't been brought up in Galloway County-- JOE. [_Completing._] Why, Jim, when we was fust married she was so jealous we couldn't _keep_ a hired girl. MRS. VERNON. [_Waving a hand at him._] I've got bravely over it. You kin _git_ one now. JOE. Well--we don't need one _now_. _Enter_ KATE. KATE. No, I'm not offended, Lizbeth, but it isn't kind. JOE. What's the matter? LIZBETH _and_ DAVE _appear outside of door and disappear slowly._ KATE. Nothing. [_Crossing right of rocker._] Jim-- JIM. Katie. KATE. You and father are trying for the Legislature? [JIM _nods._] A nomination in this county is as good as an election, isn't it? JOE. [_Explaining._] On our ticket. JIM _nods._ KATE. You have been very kind to me--kinder than any man I know--you've stood up for me; and you've given me lots of handsome presents-- JIM. Well?-- KATE. You have been very kind--I like your sister Emily--as well as if she were my _own_ sister--but Joe Vernon's my _father_--he's an older man than you are-- MRS. VERNON. [_Butting in._] Well, if he wasn't--KATE. Wait, mother-- [_To JIM._] I shall work for him. [JIM _nods._] In every possible way--I know a good many of these delegates--I know their wives--I shall see them. JIM. [_Pause._] Does politics make any difference to you, Kate? KATE. His election does. It means a step out of this life, a breath away from the shop--it means a broader horizon for me--[_Turns away, overcome by her feelings._ JIM. [_Pause._] Well, Joe--I went in this thing to _win_-- JOE. Don't mind her, Jim. JIM. I went in it to win--my friends kind a put it that way--an' it seems I ought to do my best for _them_--but--I wish you luck, old man,--I wouldn't take the nomination now--I didn't think Kate cared. CURTAIN. ACT II. SCENE. VERNON'S _blacksmith shop, adjoining his living-room. Forge. Door to living-room above forge. Bellows down stage below forge. Bench with vise at left. Big double doors. Trusses. Tub of water back of anvil._ DISCOVERED. JOE _and_ CAL _beating weld of tire;_ ESROM, _a half-witted negro, absently playing jew's-harp on trusses._ JOE. [_Wearing boots and leather apron._] Hand me the traveller. [HELPER _hands it, and drops tire horizontally on anvil, while_ JOE _runs traveller around it inside._] Jes' the same size--give it another heat an' we'll beat her out a quarter inch. [_Crosses to left centre._ HELPER _puts tire into fire and works bellows._] Esrom! ESROM. Yes, sah. JOE. I'm purty busy now, an' that tune--can't you let up till I'm through? ESROM. Yes, sah. JOE. An' while you're resting you might bring another bucket o' water an' dump it in this tub. ESROM. [_Going._] Yes, sah--don't you really want to buy any mo' coke? JOE. Not this morning, Esrom. [_Exit_ ESROM _with jew's-harp, playing._] Ready? [_Takes tire from fire and hammers weld out--when pounding is done, traveller runs over it as before. Enter_ MRS. VERNON. MRS. VERNON. Joe, can't you leave that now? JOE. Course I can't, ma--it's Louisiana time now. MRS. VERNON. Well, the breakfast's spilin'. [_Exit._ JOE. [_Calling._] Well, it's Dave an' his durned alarm-clock--if I'd let Kate set it--I guess she's all right now, Cal. [HELPER _puts tire in fire--last heating._ JOE _goes to trusses and lays wheel square. Enter_ SARBER. SARBER _wears linen duster and boots, and carries a whip._] Hello, Bill. SARBER. [_Down_] Hello, Joe--mighty nigh time. [_Looking at watch._ JOE. Won't be a minute longer--soon as we stretch her a little and drop her over this bunch of bones-- SARBER. [_Examining wheel._] Hello, Cal? [HELPER _nods._] Fellers ain't hurt? JOE. Nothin' ain't hurt. [_Enter_ ESROM _with water._] This wheel's got as purty a dish as I ever see. SARBER. Don't know why the durned weld broke. JOE. Them steel tires are hard to make fast sometimes-- ESROM. Right heah, Joe. JOE. Let her go. ESROM _pours water into tub._ ESROM. [_Coaxingly._] No coke dis mawnin'? JOE. No. [ESROM _exits._ _To_ SARBER, _pointing to dog under bench._] Ever see that chap before? SARBER. The dog? JOE. Yes. SARBER. Is that the same one I dropped the rail on? JOE. [_Nods._] Me an' Jim put his leg in splinters last night. SARBER. [_Shaking head and smiling._] Jim! JOE. [_Pointing to coach._] Looks like you been in the real estate business, Bill. SARBER. Wall, yes--we took a turn or two at it. _Enter_ BOLLINGER. BOLLINGER. Hello, Sarber, when's your ingine start? SARBER. Joe's fixin' one of her drivers. JOE. [_Looking towards forge._] Won't be a minute, Tom. BOLLINGER. Everybody waiting at the drug-store--we want to go 'fore it gets too hot,--folks says you're hanging back so Clark kin sell out his sody water. SARBER. [_Looking at watch._] Shake her up, Joe. JOE. I guess we're ready. [_Two_ NEGROES _of a quartette enter and stand idly about. Takes tire with_ HELPER.] Get out of the way. [_Drops tire on wheel and adjusts it. Drives pin through one hole._ KELLY _enters, looks at coach, and nervously about._ JOE. What's new, Tom, about Sam Fowler? BOLLINGER. [_Looking at work._] Papers say the company has let him go. JOE. Scott free? BOLLINGER. Yes. JOE. Then he'll have to pay his own board now. BOLLINGER. I reckon. JOE _and_ HELPER _carry wheel to tub and chill the tire._ SARBER. Think she'll stay now? JOE. As soon as we get the bolts in her. [_Two other_ NEGROES _enter, completing the male quartette. Enter_ TRAVERS.] Look out. _They lift wheel to trusses and silently adjust bolts. As this takes time, the_ NEGROES _fill in with songs._ TRAVERS. [_Coming down with_ KELLY.] Well, what's up? KELLY. I'm goin' to skip on this stage. TRAVERS. Why? KELLY. Too hot,--see papers? TRAVERS. No. KELLY. Well, young Sam Fowler will know you the minute he sees you--and he's comin' back to-day. TRAVERS. He can't get here till to-night, on account of the wash-outs--I'm going to risk it. KELLY. Well, I quit you. TRAVERS. I risk more than you. KELLY. All right, but you don't risk me. You went in the car, like a blamed fool, without a thing on your face-- VILLAGERS _at door_. TRAVERS. Be careful. KELLY. Careful? I skip. _They turn up right. Enter_ JIM. BOLLINGER. Hello, Jim--Louisiana? JIM. No. [_Kneels by dog-box._ SARBER. Hello, Jim? JIM. Ain't you late? SARBER. Joe's keeping me. JIM. [_Pointing to door_.] Big load this mornin'? SARBER. Yes, if they all go. [_Returns to wheel_. JIM _goes in house_. KELLY. [_Coming down with_ TRAVERS.] You'd risk your neck for that girl? TRAVERS. I'm all right, Kelly. I'll get out to-night, but I've got to see her first. _They go up and exeunt._ BOLLINGER. Joe. JOE. Yes. BOLLINGER. [_Looking off carefully_.] I see Jim last night after we left here. He says he's out of the race for Legislature. JOE. That's what he says. BOLLINGER. Why? JOE. Well, what did _he_ say? BOLLINGER. _Personal_ reasons. JOE. Well, that goes--all right, Cal,--put her on now, an' let 'em get out. _Wheel is done._ CAL _takes it up to coach_. BOLLINGER. Well, you're jes' as good as elected then, Joe. JOE. Think so? BOLLINGER. Sure. See here. [_Aside_.] Folks down in Louisiana thinks Jim will be the nominee. I'm goin' down to-day to bet fifteen or twenty dollars he won't, 'fore they hear of it. JOE. No promises. BOLLINGER. No, sir-ee--put up, or shut up--I've got twenty-two and a half in my pocket--some of it's Clark's, but blamed little. _Re-enter_ JIM _with pan of milk--kneels by dog and feeds it_. SARBER. Now stand out of the way there. BOLLINGER. Goin', Bill? SARBER. Soon as we hitch. _They take wagon out._ BOLLINGER, KELLY, TRAVERS _and_ SARBER _go out with wagon_. JOE. Come Cal--[CAL _turns_.] Hash! [CAL _exits_.] Breakfast, Jim. JIM. Had it. JOE. Come, set with us. [_Exit, followed by_ JIM. _Enter_ TRAVERS. TRAVERS. Kelly is right. I should go on that coach--but--I must see Kate--they're at breakfast--if I only--yes, just a minute. [_Beckons_ KATE.] I wish that fellow wasn't here. _Enter_ KATE. KATE. Mr. Travers. TRAVERS. I should leave on that coach. KATE. Do I keep you? TRAVERS. Yes. KATE. Why? TRAVERS. Because when I leave Bowling Green now, I shall never come back. KATE. You--you are jesting. TRAVERS. In dead earnest. [_Slight clatter of dishes_--KATE _looks off_.] Do you care for that man? KATE. [_Coming down_.] I admire him. I think he is a good and a noble character. TRAVERS. Better than I am. KATE. He may be,--but--I don't love him-- TRAVERS. Do you love me? SARBER. [_Off_.] All ready; get in. KATE. The stage is going. [_She turns_. TRAVERS. Do you love me? SARBER. Get in. TRAVERS. Do you? KATE. [_Pause_.] Yes. TRAVERS. Then let them leave--[SARBER _calling_ "git ap"--_and a whip cracks. We hear stage--voices go_.] Will you go with me--to-night? KATE. How--go with you? TRAVERS. As my wife. KATE. But why such haste? Why go as if we feared anything? TRAVERS. I must go to-night. Great interests depend upon it. I know your people don't like me, but I haven't time to humour them. Will you go? KATE. Let me think till then. TRAVERS. Yes,--good-bye till to-night. [_Holds her hand--she turns as if to leave_.] Kate! Kate! Good-bye. [_Impulsive turn and embrace_.] Till to-night. _Enter_ DAVE, _from breakfast_. DAVE. Huh! [_Shortly; more a chuck than an exclamation. The lovers start_.] Oh! Seminary! TRAVERS _exits_. DAVE. [_Embarrassed--nodding off_.] Breakfast. KATE. Thank you. [_Exits_. DAVE. [_Going to bench and beginning work on shaft with draw knife_.] Well--Lizbeth don't know so blamed much about books--[_Shakes head_.] But--huh--[_Shakes head again_.] I tell you--[_Works hard--enter_ LIZBETH _with pan, which she puts on forge_. DAVE. [_Commanding_.] Come here, Lizbeth. LIZBETH. [_Crosses to_ DAVE. _Pause_.] What? [_Falling inflection_. DAVE. [_Cautiously, approving her_.] Why, dog gone it--[_Shakes head_.] Huh! [_Swaggers_.] I tell you--[_Works_. LIZBETH. [_Wonderingly_.] What's the matter? DAVE. [_Threatening_.] If you was to say seminary to me--[_Swaggers_.] Huh! [_Works_. LIZBETH. [_After pause_.] What? DAVE. [_Ominously_.] Why, Lizbeth, the sooner we git married an' git out o' this, the better. LIZBETH. [_Hopelessly_.] Well, what kin I do? DAVE. [_Working_.] Dog gone it--if I had a stidy job! LIZBETH. [_Understandingly_.] I know that, Dave. [_Goes back to pan_. DAVE. [_Bragging_.] An' you bet your _father_ knows it. LIZBETH. [_Portentously_.] Well, I told _ma_-- DAVE. An' that's what he said. If I had a stidy job-- _Enter_ EM'LY. EM'LY. Hello-- DAVE. Why, how de do? LIZBETH. Can't you come in? EM'LY. Who's there? [_Indicates kitchen_. LIZBETH. Only the folks and Jim. EM'LY. I want Jim--say--Sam's there. [_Off_. LIZBETH. Sam Fowler!--Oh, ma--[_Exits_. DAVE. Sam--why, see here. Sam! [_Goes up_. SAM _enters. Wears express blue and a cap_. EM'LY. [_Beckoning_.] Sam! DAVE _brings_ SAM _down. Enter_ JOE, _followed by_ MRS. VERNON, LIZBETH _and_ KATE. JOE. [_Heartily_.] Sam, Sam, how are you? SAM. [_Shaking hands_.] I didn't know how you'd feel about it. MRS. VERNON. [_Shaking_.] Why, Lor', Sam--I'm glad--I'll bet Em'ly kissed him. KATE _and_ LIZBETH _shake hands with_ SAM. _Enter_ JIM--EM'LY _runs to him_. EM'LY. Jim! JIM _puts his left arm around_ EM'LY _and sits on anvil_. SAM. [_Approaching and taking_ JIM'S _hand, smiling.] You_ didn't think I done it, did you, Jim? JIM. [_Nods at_ EM'LY.] No, not while _she's_ keepin' house for me--ha, ha! EM'LY. He's _always_ stood up for you, Sam. JOE. Well, tell us 'bout it, Sam. Did the papers have it right? _They are a semi-circle about SAM._ SAM. Yes, purty near. JOE. _Did_ you help the feller into your car? SAM. Yes, we were just pulling out of the depot when he came a-runnin' up to my side door with an order from the superintendent for me to carry him as fur as Vinita. He ran alongside and put his hand up, so of course I pulled him into the car. EM'LY. Wasn't you scared, Sam? SAM. Why, no--I thought he belonged to the company, and he went to work with me, sorting and fixing my express stuff. JOE. Well, I'm durned! SAM. [_Intensely serious._] I joked with him--just like I'm joking with you--he was one of the nicest fellows I ever saw. JOE. [_Wide-eyed with gossip._] Don't that beat everything? SAM. When we were eighteen or twenty miles out, an' I was stoopin' this way over a box--I felt him on my back, and grabbing at my arms--why, why--even then I thought he was jokin', and I looked around laughin', and here was his gun pokin' right into my face. MRS. VERNON. [_Haunted._] Just think of it! JOE. Then he tied you. SAM. What could I do? There was his gun--and I wasn't even on my feet--anybody could tie a fellow that way--I could tie you, couldn't I? [_To_ JIM. JIM. If you had the gun? SAM. Yes. JIM. Well, rather. SAM. [_Indignantly._] The ropes cut clean through here at my wrists, and there was a mark over one eye where I fell against the safe--and then the company said I was an accomplice. JOE. Then I s'pose he jis' deliberately packed his little valise full of green-backs and--[_Pantomimes._]--got out! SAM. A hundred and twenty thousand-- JOE. Jump off? SAM. No--got off at a water-tank. JIM. I s'pose you'd know him agin? SAM. Anywhere. LIZBETH. [_With nursery alarm._] He must a looked terrible. SAM. [_Commonplace._] Well, he didn't--nice a lookin' feller as you want to see. Black mustache--kind a curly hair--looked a little bit, you know, like a race-horse man. EM'LY. The company said Sam wrote the superintendent's order himself. SAM. Oh, yes--got an expert to swear it looked like my writing. EM'LY. Tain't a bit--like it. JIM. [_To_ EMILY.] Did you see it? SAM. No, but I showed her part of the letter he wrote to the newspaper, saying I was innocent. [_Feels in pocket._] Ain't that strange? Seems to be a kind-hearted fellow. MRS. VERNON. Jes' drove to it I s'pose by drink. SAM. Here it is. [_Hands paper to_ JIM. JIM. Hello! [_Looks at_ KATE. JOE. What is it? JIM _hands paper to_ KATE. KATE. [_After slight start--haughtily._] What do you mean? JIM. Oh, not you, Kate. [_Smiling, to_ SAM.] 'Twasn't Kate dressed up like a man--no! [_General laugh._] Oh, I didn't think that. [KATE _vexed, goes up-stage._ JIM _in whisper to others._] Mad? [_JOE shakes his head;_ JIM _nods interrogatively to_ MRS. VERNON. MRS. VERNON. [_Looking after_ KATE.] Well, I can't see why. _Exit_ KATE. JIM. [_After another look after KATE--to_ SAM.] Well, I suppose you know you're watched. SAM. [_Indifferently._] How's that? JIM. There's a Pinkerton here--come last night--had a letter to me from the Chief--sayin' they knew of me, an' hoped I'd co-operate with this fellow in watchin' you--and they'd pay well for it. SAM. [_Smiling._] What did you say? JIM _shakes head--goes up centre._ EM'LY. Why, Jim kicked him off--of our stoop. _General laugh._--LIZBETH _crosses to forge and gets pan._ ESROM _enters playing jew's-harp._ ESROM. What about the coke, Mistah Vernon? JOE. [_At forge._] Don't want none. [_Suddenly._] See here; look at this clinker. ESROM. Can't understand that--shouldn't ought to be no clinker in dat coke. JOE. Well, there it is--hard as flint. ESROM. [_Examines clinker._] Funny clinker. JOE. Well, there it is. JIM. Hold on, Joe. I shouldn't wonder if that was that gumbo. JOE. What gumbo? JIM. The poultice. I throwed it among that coke. JOE. Yes, here's some only half-burned. ESROM. [_Going._] I knowed they shouldn't ought to be no clinker. JOE. But look at this red piece--as hard as a rock. JIM. [_Half-startled._] Why, Joe--[_Looks at him._ JOE. What? JIM. Well, nothing-- MRS. VERNON. Well, what about breakfast, everybody? JOE. Let's finish it--come Sam-- SAM. I've had mine. JOE. Well, come talk to us. SAM. [_Going._] All right--got heaps to tell you. LIZBETH. How do you like the Southern Hotel? _Exeunt all but_ DAVE _and_ JIM. JIM _takes clinker and turns it carefully over in his hand. Then looks through forge--goes to bench near dog, and gets on hands and knees, looking under it._ DAVE. What you lost? JIM. Here it is--[_Rises._] Some more of that gumbo. [_Crosses to forge._ DAVE. What you goin' to do? JIM. Burn it. [_Looks about as if hunting help._] Here--come pump this. DAVE _crosses and takes bellows._ DAVE. What do you want to burn it for? JIM. [_Ignoring question._] Say, Dave-- DAVE. [_Working bellows._] Well? JIM. You know them old coal mines down by Jonesburg? DAVE. Yes. JIM. What do they sell that slack for? DAVE. They don't _sell_ it--they _give_ it to anyone that'll haul it away. JIM. I wonder if they wouldn't deliver it if you took a good deal. DAVE. Don't know. JIM _whistles cheerily a moment and examines gumbo burning._ JIM. [_Pause. Sitting on anvil._] You seem under the weather, Dave. DAVE. [_Moodily._] Oh, I'd be all right, if I had a stidy job. JIM. [_Laughing._] A steady job!--why, you've been workin' nights ever since I knew you. DAVE. I know--but Joe says--I--I ought to have a stidy job. JIM. What's Joe got to do with it? DAVE. Well--Lizbeth-- JIM. [_Amused._] Oh! DAVE. An' I think I could get one, only he don't gimme no time off to look fur it. JIM. Wait a minute. [_Takes gumbo from fire._] Yes, sir--she's gettin' hot. [_Puts it back and whistles a tune._ DAVE. I've almost made a set o' furniture myself. JIM. Have, eh? DAVE. Dug it out with that little draw-knife. I tell you--you can make anything that's made out of wood--with a draw-knife. JIM. [_On anvil again._] Well, it seems to me, Dave, that you're going at it the wrong way. DAVE. How's that? JIM. The old man won't give his consent till you git a steady job. DAVE. That's it-- JIM. And you want a steady job so's you can marry Lizbeth? DAVE. Exactly. JIM. Well, you marry--marry Lizbeth, and you'll have a steady job. [_Gets down._ DAVE, _absorbed with the idea, pumps vigorously._] Hold on! [DAVE _stops;_ JIM _takes gumbo from fire with tongs, and plunges it in the water._] Yes, sir, there it is--hard as a rock--and ain't it a purty color? DAVE. What you goin' to do with it? JIM. I don't know but if the Wabash could get enough of it to ballast that track that washes out every spring, I think they'd take it. DAVE. [_In admiration._] Well, I'm durned. The raw gumbo is all along their track. Wouldn't cost you nothin', would it? JIM. Not if I kin get that Jonesburg slack--ha, ha! DAVE. Why, that's great! JIM. [_Drawing watch._] It's a half hour before train time. I'll jump to St. Louis with the scheme. [_Stands thinking._ DAVE. [_Going._] I got to get the leather put on this shaft--but that's great. [_Exit._ KATE _appears in outside door._ KATE. [_Coming toward_ JIM, _who is turning gumbo thoughtfully in his hands._] Jim! JIM. Why, Kate--[_Gumbo._] See here--how's this for an idea? KATE. What did you mean--by this? [_She extends letter._ JIM. Why, just that. I thought it looked like his writin',--same backhand, and no shadin' to it. KATE. How could Mr. Travers have written it? JIM. Why, no use gettin' mad, Kate. It kin look _like_ his writin', can't it? KATE. [_Going to anvil and leaning on back of it._] You don't like him, Jim, do you? JIM. [_Picks up old horse-shoe._] Well--[_Mechanically pounds gumbo with horse-shoe._ KATE. [_Pause._] Not much-- JIM. No--not a great deal, Kate. KATE. [_Displaying the letter._] Do you think he's a bad enough man to have done this? JIM. Well, a fellow who takes a risk like that--to clear another man who's been arrested in his place, ain't so bad. KATE. A train robber! JIM. Why, I don't _say_ he done it. KATE. But you think so. JIM. [_Laughing._] Oh, no, I don't--there's a ten thousand dollar reward for the right man. KATE. Then why hand this letter to me? Why imply it? JIM. Why, Kate, I'm a friend of--your pa's--I've known you ever since you was eight or ten years old. I don't know this man Travers--_you_ don't know him. He comes to your house. KATE. Well. JIM. Comes to see you, don't he? KATE. [_Getting in front of anvil._] He does--what of it? JIM. Why--I don't think I'd like a preacher of the Gospel if he was to do that. [_Pause._] I--I never meant to say anything--but when men--other men--I mean anybody gets to payin' you attention, why, I'm afraid to keep still any longer-- KATE. [_Turns away._] To keep still-- JIM. [_Advances._] Yes, I've been sheriff here, an' whenever I've had anything to do, I've said to myself, now don't--do anything--ugly--'cause Kate--[KATE _turns toward him; he qualifies tone._] some day, you know--Kate might think more of me if I hadn't done it. You know yourself that I quit drinkin' a year before the local option--on account of that essay you read, examination day--why, Kate, I care more for how you feel about anything than I do for anybody in the State of Mizzoura--that's just how it is. [_Pause._ KATE _is silent._] You kin remember yourself when you was a little girl an' I used to take a horse-shoe an' tie it on the anvil an' make a side-saddle for you--an' I reckon I was the first fellow in Bowling Green that ever called you. Miss Kate when you come back from school. KATE. [_Rather tenderly._] I didn't want you to call me Miss Kate, Jim. JIM. Jes' fun, you know--an' now, Kate, when you're a woman, an' it's only nature for men to like you,--I've got to ask you myself. KATE. [_Pause._] I'm awful sorry you did it, Jim. JIM. Sorry! KATE. Yes, because I like you well enough, Jim--but--[_Pause. Enter_ JOE. KATE _stops._ JOE. Say, Jim-- JIM. [_Motioning_ JOE _to silence._] Go on, Kate--I ain't ashamed of it--before Joe. KATE. That's all there is to it--I just like you. JIM. Well, I didn't know--you used to let me kiss you-- KATE. Yes, when I was coming home from school--I did. I thought I was going to love you then. But there was the school. [_Pauses_] If I hadn't gone to Lindenwood I might have thought so still. But we could never be happy together, Jim--you haven't had proper advantages, I know, and it isn't your fault. My _education_ has put the barrier between us. Those four years at the Seminary-- JOE. [_Indignantly._] Why, Kate Vernon--everything you know, Jim Radburn-- JIM. [_Imperatively._] Hold on--[_Pause._] You've heard her say no, and--that lets you out. As far as I'm concerned--why, Kate's nearly right. I don't know any more'n the law allows--but--that's for Kate to say-- JIM _extends his hand in appeal to_ KATE. KATE _turns her back to audience--leans on anvil, firmly shakes her head "No,"_ JIM _motions silence to_ JOE; _makes a struggle, and pulls himself together--turns and kneels by dog, caressing it._ CURTAIN. ACT III. SCENE. _Same as_ ACT I, _but tidy. Doors closed and lamp lighted. Song in blacksmith shop before rise of curtain._ DISCOVERED. DAVE _and_ LIZBETH _playing checkers on home-made board._ EM'LY _and_ SAM _looking on._ JOE _reading._ KATE _in walking dress looking out window._ MRS. VERNON _with glasses mending some garments._ JOE. [_Annoyed by song--frets. Goes to the door._] Here, you boys--don't hang around that shop; go up in the square an' sing. MRS. VERNON. What you sen' 'em away fur? JOE. Oh, it's one o' them blamed "mother" songs. Nobody ever sings anything about father--except the "Old man's drunk again," or somethin' like that. DAVE. Your move, Lizbeth. LIZBETH. [_Petulantly._] Don't I know it? SAM. Move there. DAVE. Hold on, I can't beat both of you. LIZBETH. Don't tell me, Sam. I'd a moved there anyway. Come on, Dave. KATE. [_Solus._] A whole hour longer; I cannot wait. MRS. VERNON. What's fretting you, Kate? KATE. Everything. MRS. VERNON. [_Indicates the melodeon._] Play something. KATE. I can't play on that melodeon, mother. MRS. VERNON. Poor old melodeon! for all the music we git out of it--might as well be a folding bed. ESROM. [_Appearing at window._] I knowed they oughtn't be any clinker in that coke. JOE. [_From his paper._] That's all right, Esrom. ESROM. Don't want no mo' coke, Mistah? JOE. No, no, no! ESROM _hands_ KATE _a letter._ ESROM. [_Whispering._] He--he wants an answer. DAVE. Hold on! LIZBETH. Well, it's a king! DAVE. Yes--but I move first. _A knock at street door._ JOE. Come in. _Enter_ JIM. MRS. VERNON. Good-evenin'. JOE. [_Not turning._] Who is it? JIM. You're all here, are you? JOE. [_Rising._] Hello, Jim. JIM. [_To_ JOE.] Hello. [EM'LY _goes to him; he puts his arm about her._] How long you been here? EM'LY. All day. JIM. What? JOE _goes to the shelf at back and fills his pipe._ EM'LY. So's Sam. SAM. Mrs. Vernon made us stay to dinner. Then _supper_. JOE. Sam didn't feel like seeing the town folks. JIM. Why? SAM. Well, I didn't know how they'd feel about it. JIM. What, think you did do it? SAM. I didn't know. JIM. That's just the reason; why, if you hang back, what can they do? MRS. VERNON. [_Explaining._] Well, Em'ly was here. JIM. I know, but Sam ought to have spunk to face 'em. It's got to come and you might as well know where your friends are. JOE. That's so. SAM. [_Starting to door._] Well, I reckon most of 'em's up at the drug-store. JIM. [_Emphatically._] Walk right in amongst 'em. SAM. Dog gone it! I ain't ashamed, but if they hint anything I'd feel like smashing 'em--huh! JIM. You got to. SAM. All right. [_Exit._ JIM. Don't let me stop the game. LIZBETH. Dave thinks all night. EM'LY. [_To_ JIM, _putting him around._] Where have you been? JIM. St. Louis. Been to see the railroad people. Say, Joe! JOE. Yes? JIM. Sam's got the express people scared. JOE. How's that? JIM. Hearin' I was his friend, they hinted to me that they'd like to square it. JOE. Compromise. JIM. [_Nodding his head._] I worked it up for him. Said Bollinger was a regular terror. EM'LY. Will the express company have to pay Sam? JIM. Well, rather. And after they do, Sam ought to go down to their president's office and kick 'em all around the back-yard. _Exit_ KATE. JOE. What's ailing Kate? MRS. VERNON. Seems out o' sorts--mebbe she'll tell me alone. [_Exit._ DAVE. [_Protesting._] You can't move backwards. LIZBETH. Well? DAVE. That's cornered. JOE. He's got you, Lizbeth. JIM. Dave! DAVE. Yes? JIM. I saw the Wabash folks. DAVE. Have a talk with them? JIM. [_Hands_ DAVE _a paper._] Yes--there's a memorandum agreement--they'll take all I can give 'em at thirty dollars a car-load. JOE. What's that? JIM _takes a piece of gumbo from pocket and hands it to_ JOE. JIM. [_To_ DAVE.] Now I've got a proposition for you. DAVE. What? JIM. You superintend the burnin' of the stuff, and I'll take you in. DAVE. Why, Jim--[_Rises in delight._ JOE. What's this fur? JIM. Ballast. JOE. Ballast? JIM. Yes, that road-bed that washes out. [_Pause._] Thirty dollars a car. JOE. What! JIM. Me an' Dave. DAVE. Why, Jim, I ain't got no claim on you. JIM. You pumped the bellows this morning while I burned it. DAVE. Well-- JIM. And you want a steady job, don't you? DAVE. Well--[_"I should say so," understood; turns to him._ JOE. But see here--[JIM _looks at him--waits._]--You goin' into this? JIM. Wouldn't you, if you got the contract? JOE. But Dave--Dave's helpin' me! JIM. You told him to git a job, didn't you? JOE. Yes--but-- LIZBETH. [_Ready for a fight._] An' that's what you told me. JIM. [_Abetting_ LIZBETH.] Yes. JOE. But my business needs somebody. JIM. Then why don't you let them git married? JOE. An' me support them? JIM. [_In disgust._] Hell!-- JOE. What's the matter? JIM. Ain't he worth his wages? JOE. I never said he wasn't. JIM. [_In superlative display._] And he's made nearly a whole set of furniture. JOE. But if I went to Jefferson, I was goin' to leave this shop with Dave. LIZBETH. [_With pride._] Dave! JIM. Well, that's different. See here! You let 'em get married. I only want Dave to superintend this burnin'--it won't take two half-days a week to kind a-look it over--we kin get niggers to do the work, and Dave kin stay here. LIZBETH. Dave!-- DAVE. [_Hushing her._] Sh-- JOE. Well, I'll think it over and-- JIM. [_Positively._] No! JOE. No? JIM. _I_ can't fool with you, Joe; he gits the girl or we quit. LIZBETH. An' the girl goes too. JOE. What? JIM. Yes, the girl goes too. [_Pause and smile._] It's your say, Joe. [_Foot on chair._] Well, Joe, it's up to you. JOE. [_Giving up._] Well, I can't help it. JIM. [_Passing the approval to_ DAVE _and_ LIZBETH.] There's your girl. And you've got a stiddy job! [DAVE _and_ LIZBETH _half embrace._] What do you think of that? [_To_ JOE, _who is mechanically looking at gumbo._] Thirty dollars per car. JOE. [_Glad to change the subject._] Thirty, eh? JIM. Every per car--and see here--Joe-- JOE. What? JIM. [_Draws second paper from pocket._] I've fixed up a kind of a resignation here. JOE. Resignation? JIM. Yes. I can't tend to this new business and do much work as sheriff, so I'm goin' to resign the sheriff part of it. JOE. You mustn' do it, Jim--why, you've been keepin' the district like a prayer-meeting! JIM. Well, somebody else kin sing the Doxology--you turn that into the council fur me. _Enter_ KATE _and_ MRS. VERNON. MRS. VERNON. I've put my foot down, Kate,--you can't go. KATE. I am going. MRS. VERNON. Joe Vernon, it's time you took a hand a-managin' this family. JOE. What's the matter? MRS. VERNON. I've told Kate she can't go out. JOE. Well, ma,--Kate ain't a child. MRS. VERNON. Your carelessness'll make her disgrace the whole family. JOE. Hol' on, ma. MRS. VERNON. I know what I'm talking about. I see that nigger give Kate a letter. JOE. Why, he don't know how to write. MRS. VERNON. You don't suppose I think the nigger wrote it! It's from someone else. JOE. Who is it from, Kate? KATE. I don't care to tell. I'm going out. [_Starts_. MRS. VERNON. [_Interposes_.] No, Kate, you ain't. JOE. Why, ma--if Kate wants to go walkin'-- MRS. VERNON. All right, she kin walk. But getting letters sneaked to her, and going out to meet a man's another thing. [_Persuasively going to her_.] Why don't you tell, Kate? KATE. [_Down to end of table_.] No one has a right to my letters. JOE. Of course not. No _right_, Kate, but your ma's naturally anxious, and she's only tryin' for your good. KATE. [_Ready to weep_.] I'm awfully tired of it. JOE. But you kin tell me--you ain't ashamed of it, air you? KATE. No, I'm not! MRS. VERNON. It's Travers, ain't it? JOE. [_Coaxing_.] Is it, Kate? KATE. Yes, it is. JOE. Well, there, ma--see. [_Walks away as though matter were closed. Crossing left_. MRS. VERNON. Air you losin' your senses, Joe Vernon? JOE. [_Irritated_.] The girl's tole you, ain't she? MRS. VERNON. And jes' what I thought, too. She's goin' to meet him. KATE. Well, what of it? You're polite enough to his face. MRS. VERNON. Of course, if he'll come here like a man. But when I was a gurl--it'd a been an insult fur a man to send a note askin' her to meet him after dark. JOE. [_Loudly chaffing_.] Oh, ma--now don't forget-- MRS. VERNON. You upholdin' her? Jim, that's the way I have to fight to keep this family straight. What's _your_ opinion? JIM. Well, 'tain't no business o' mine, Mrs. Vernon, and-- MRS. VERNON. Do you like his looks? JIM. [_Pause_.] He ain't jes' my kind--but may be he don't like mine. MRS. VERNON. Do you uphold his sending letters to Kate? JIM. Why, Mrs. Vernon, I can't blame other men fur likin' Kate. MRS. VERNON. Meetin' them after dark? JIM. Kate knows how I feel about her--[_Pause_.] And if she wanted my opinion I'd give it to her--but on the other hand--I've got an awful lot o' confidence in Kate. MRS. VERNON. Why don't you answer his letter, Kate, an' say you'll be happy to receive him at your home? He won't think none the less of you. KATE. I've promised to meet him, and I'm going to keep the appointment. MRS. VERNON. Is she, Joe? JOE. Well, ma, I can't tie her. MRS. VERNON. Take Lizbeth with you. KATE. I don't want Lizbeth with me. LIZBETH. I won't play proprietary for her! KATE. [_Starting up_.] I'm going alone. [_Crosses right_. MRS. VERNON. [_With her back to street door_.] Not this door, you ain't. KATE. Then the other. [_Exits, followed by_ MRS. VERNON. MRS. VERNON. [_As she disappears by door_.] We'll see! _Enter_ BOLLINGER _from street_. BOLLINGER. [_In great excitement_.] Say, boys--man killed up at Clark's-- JOE. [_Catching the thrill_.] Man killed? BOLLINGER. Yes. LIZBETH _and_ EM'LY. Oh! JOE. Run over? BOLLINGER. Shot. ALL. Shot! BOLLINGER. [_Revelling in the gossip_.] Travers shot him. Sam Fowler came in the drug-store, and the minute he saw him he said, "That's the man robbed my car--" JIM. [_Quietly_.] What's he look like? BOLLINGER. [_Impatiently_.] Why, _Travers_--Sam says that's the man--and Travers started for the window--stepped right into the perfumery case, then on the sody-water counter, and this fellow grabbed him. First we see Travers had his gun right against the fellow's neck and--bang--he turned around with both hands up, this way, and kneels down right at Bill Sarber's feet. EM'LY. And Sam? BOLLINGER. Oh, Sam's all right--say, kin one of you boys lend me a gun--we're huntin' fur him. JOE. Hunting who? BOLLINGER. [_Intolerant of_ JOE'S _stupidity_.] Why, Travers. JIM. [_In quiet contrast_.] Where'd he go? BOLLINGER. Right through the window--knocked over both them green lights--kicked a box o' lickerish all over the sidewalk--kin you spare one? JOE. [_Bustling about_.] I ain't got but one, and I reckon I'll take a hand myself. JIM. [_To_ EM'LY.] Come, little gal, we got to go home. JOE. [_At door. Calls_.] Ma--ma!--Say, Jim, you can't resign to-night--I knowed they'd be trouble if you quit. JIM. Better meet at the Court House. [_Exit with_ EM'LY _and passes window going left_. _Enter_ MRS. VERNON. JOE. Where's my gun? MRS. VERNON. What you want it fur? JOE. [_Who is running a circle_.] What do you s'pose--fry eggs? Where is it? LIZBETH. Travers killed a man. MRS. VERNON. [_Adding her part to the hubbub_.] Lor'! Travers! JOE. Where is it, Lizbeth? BOLLINGER. Ain't you got anything you kin lend me? MRS. VERNON. Here it is. [_Hands gun_. JOE. Loaded? MRS. VERNON. Don't pint it. JOE. That--the butt end--come on! BOLLINGER. A butcher-knife's better than nothing. LIZBETH. Here! [_Hands knife to_ BOLLINGER. DAVE. [_As_ LIZBETH _holds him_.] You don't think I'm scared. _Exeunt_ BOLLINGER _and_ JOE. MRS. VERNON. I don't want you to shoot anybody, Joe; pint it in the air. DAVE _exits; when off calls_ "Good-bye!" MRS. VERNON. [_Impatient in doorway_.] I can't see what business it is of Dave's when they's three policemen in town; uniforms--where's Em'ly? LIZBETH. Jim took her home. MRS. VERNON. Did somebody say Travers? LIZBETH. Yes. _Enter_ Kate. KATE. What is it? LIZBETH. Travers shot a man. KATE. What man--why? MRS. VERNON. [_Accusingly._] Jus' natural deviltry--purty pass things is coming to! KATE. Whom did he shoot? LIZBETH. We don't know--shot him here, in the neck. _Enter_ Sarber _from street, hurriedly._ SARBER. Hello,--where's the boys? MRS. VERNON. Have they ketched him? SARBER. Don't know--we're all huntin'--[_Starts off._ KATE. [_Quickly._] Mr. Sarber-- SARBER. Eh? KATE. Who is hurt? SARBER. [_Shouting._] Don't know his name--Clark stuffed the hole full of cotton. [_Indicating neck._] Says city'll have to pay for his green lights and lickorish. KATE. Did Mr. Travers shoot the man? SARBER. Yes'm--nearer than you an' me--which way'd they go? LIZBETH. Court House. SARBER. Been an awful hot day. [_Exit._ KATE. [_In haunted fear._] What have you heard about it? MRS. VERNON. Why, it don't surprise me, Kate. LIZBETH. They say Travers is the _train-robber_-- KATE. Lizbeth! LIZBETH. Sam Fowler knew him the minute he saw him--, that's why Travers had to shoot--to git away! MRS. VERNON. Not Sam? LIZBETH. No, didn't shoot Sam. KATE. There has been some mistake--these people have never liked Mr. Travers. MRS. VERNON. I knowed he'd bring disgrace on the whole house, Kate. [_Getting sun-bonnet._] I'll go in through Mrs. Clark's back way--_she'll_ know--come, Kate, I'm your mother, and a mother never deserts her child. [_In stage heroics._ KATE. [_Recoiling._] I don't care to go. LIZBETH. Take me, ma. MRS. VERNON. Come on, [_Exit with_ LIZBETH. KATE. [_In wild-eyed panic._] Oh, how dreadful! This is what I have felt coming all the day. It is my fault, too. If I had said 'yes' last night, or only gone with him this morning--it couldn't have happened. How horrible!--killed a man! They didn't tell me whom. I--I wonder if my name was mentioned? They said--_Lizbeth_ said--_a train-robber_--[_She leans on table for support._] That letter! Jim thought the writing looked like his. Jim--Jim has told others his suspicion--Yes--Jim Radburn has done it! I see! I see! Jim hated him--they have persecuted him for _me_--Oh! oh! Why did I not go last night? _Enter_ TRAVERS, _pale and breathless--revolver in hand. He closes the door behind him._ TRAVERS. Kate! KATE. Oh! TRAVERS. Who's there? [_Points toward shop._ KATE. No one. What is the matter? Tell me what you did--that pistol! TRAVERS. In self-defence--they would have killed _me_ if they could. KATE. You _shot_ him? TRAVERS. Yes. [_As she hides her face._] Kate! Kate! I can't come in front of the window--where can I go? KATE. They will find you here. [_He turns, facing door with pistol, left hand holding door shut, menacingly._] No,--not that--you wouldn't shoot again! My father may come here! TRAVERS. Kate! Do you believe me? KATE. Yes. TRAVERS. [_Pleading._] In self-defence--they were ten--ten to one. KATE. You are bleeding! TRAVERS. [_Covers hand._] The window cut me--give me a drink--I'm parching. [_She gets water in a dipper from bucket on bench._ TRAVERS _drinks with the tin rattling on his teeth. Noise of a galloping horse passes. He drops the dipper._] I don't think they saw me come in here. KATE. Why did you come? TRAVERS. Where else? I ran--turned every corner till I lost them. If I can hide or get a horse! KATE. [_Doubting him._] Why did they try to arrest you? TRAVERS. I--I don't know, Kate--some mistake. KATE. They said the express robbery. TRAVERS. It isn't so-- KATE. [_Goes to table and leans on it with her back to_ TRAVERS.] Ah! TRAVERS. Kate, [_Pause._] Kate, [_Pause._] you must believe me! Why should I be here [_Pause._] in this little town-- KATE. Why did you shoot? TRAVERS. I had to--they would have killed me--it is all a mistake--Kate, _Kate_-- KATE. What shall we do? TRAVERS. If I had a horse-- KATE. But why? TRAVERS. Listen! _There is again the sound of approaching hoofs._ KATE. Some one is coming--[_He turns at bay._] No--I couldn't stand it--go in here--[_Opens closet._] Quick! TRAVERS. Yes! [_He enters the closet--she closes the door of the closet and throws open the street door; goes to table._ JIM _rides into view and drops from his horse._ JIM. [_In door._] Hello? KATE. [_Behind table._] Well? JIM. [_After looking slowly about._] Where is he? KATE. I--I--where is who? JIM. [_In a matter of course way_] Travers. KATE. Why, how should I know? JIM. Then why don't you jes' say you don't know? KATE. [_Behind chair._] Well, then, I don't know. JIM. [_Shaking his head._] Too late now. KATE. Too late? JIM. Yes--if it'd been all right, you wouldn't a-tried to dodge me. KATE. [_Near melodeon._] You may think as you choose. JIM. [_Pause._] I'm awful sorry for you, Kate. KATE. Oh, you needn't be. JIM. [_On the "qui vive."_] But I want to see Mr. Travers. KATE. [_In distress._] You--you annoy me very much. [_Sits left of table._ JIM. [_In real tenderness._] Why, Kate--Katie--see here--I'm your friend--they ain't anybody in the world feels as bad for you as I do--but be reasonable--it's only a question of time. I s'pose every man in Bowlin' Green that owns a gun or a bowie knife's collectin' up there at the Court House--your own pa and Dave--they'll be back here after a while--and what then?--don't you see? KATE. It's horrible--don't tell me it is duty makes them hunt a fellow-man like that. [_Rises._ JIM. I don't pretend to know anything about that--[_Pause. Picks up dipper; looks at_ KATE.] Poor chap--thirsty--oh, well--that's your business, Kate. [_Puts dipper on the bench._ KATE. [_At bay herself._] You're not a man, Jim Radburn, you're a bloodhound--you _hunt_ men. JIM. Yes! [_Pause._ KATE. Yes. [_End of rocker-chair._ JIM. See here, Kate--I want a word or two with Mr. Travers. I think the honestest thing he ever done was liking you--I-- KATE. [_Fiercely._] And that is why you _hate_ him! You think he likes _me_! You think if it hadn't been for _him_ I might have liked _you_! Well, I do like him--[_Pause._] that's why you hunt him! It isn't your duty prompts you--it's your jealousy! JIM. [_A pause in which he decides the question._] He's in that closet. KATE. [_Turning._] He is not. JIM. [_Straddling a chair and facing closet. Speaks in ordinary tone._] Travers, _come out_. If you don't come out, I'll shoot through the door. TRAVERS. [_Bursting from closet and levelling pistol._] Throw up your hands! JIM. [_Pause. In fateful monotone._] You're a damn fool! The sound of a gun now would fill both them streets with pitchforks. KATE. Don't--don't--shoot. JIM. Oh, he won't! TRAVERS. Do you think you can arrest me--alive? JIM. It don't make no difference to me. KATE. [_Anxiously pleading._] If you are innocent, Mr. Travers--if you have acted in self-defence-- JIM. Wait, Kate--we ain't got time to _try_ him now. He ain't got time; the boys are waiting up at the Court House. Mr. Travers, this young lady likes you--very much. [_He slowly rises._ TRAVERS. [_Still covering him._] I know the cause of your hatred, Mr. Radburn--I know you are here because I love her. JIM. No, I'm here because _she_ likes _you_--if she didn't like you 'twouldn't make any difference to me how quick we came to terms; but she likes you--your Pinkerton friend--[_Pause. Indicating neck._] dead--the boys are up at the Court House. Clark is pretty hot about them Jumbo bottles, and they wouldn't be reasonable--my hoss is standing at the door--with anything like a fair start he can hold his own--Louisiana town is eleven miles away, and jist across from that is Illinois--and then you'll have to look out for yourself--now go! KATE. [_With emotional appreciation._] Jim! JIM. [_With a restraining gesture._] Never mind, Kate. TRAVERS. You tell me to go? JIM. [_Pause._] Yes. TRAVERS. Why, there's ten thousand dollars' reward-- JIM. For the man that--went--in--that--car--but you ain't that man. TRAVERS. On your horse? JIM. Yes. TRAVERS. Kate--[_Starts toward her._ KATE. [_Shrinking._] Oh--h! TRAVERS. [_Holds out hand._] Jim Radburn! JIM. No--I give you my horse, but I'm _damned_ if I shake hands with you--!! _Exit_ TRAVERS. KATE _sinks in chair sobbing._ JIM _in doorway regards her tenderly._ CURTAIN. ACT IV. SCENE. _Exterior of_ JIM RADBURN'S _cabin-front, stoop and steps showing. Rail-fence partly broken down is across the stage at right and continues in painting on the panorama back-drop of rough country with stacks of cord wood. Many stumps showing. A mud road winds into the distance, a stile crosses fence._ DISCOVERED. JIM _on step with pencil and queer note-paper, writing on a piece of broken board._ JIM. Hello! Dropped my pencil. [_Picks it up._] Of course fell on the "buttered side," an' I've got to whittle it agin. [_Takes enormous knife from his pocket and opens it._ _Enter_ EM'LY, _with milk-pails filled._ EM'LY. Say, Jim-- JIM. [_Whets knife on boot._] Well? EM'LY. You let the pony out? JIM. [_Sharpens pencil._] No. EM'LY. Ain't in his stall. JIM. I know. [EM'LY _looks at_ JIM _a moment and exits back of house. Looking at paper._] I reckon that's right--Mayor and City Council--[_Writes--first wetting pencil in his mouth._] Huh--I s'pose I ought to write it in ink--dog gone it--[_Writing through his speech._] If it wasn't for Em'ly I wouldn't care--not a damn--[_Looks up._] I wonder whether it's U.G. or E.G. [_Writes._] I'll jus' kinder round off the top an' play it both ways. "Resignation," and after that, why they kin see me personally. _Re-enter_ EM'LY, _with pails empty._ EM'LY _sings._ EM'LY. [_Pause._] Who did let him out? JIM. Who? EM'LY. Pony. JIM. Me. EM'LY. Why, I thought you said you didn't. JIM. Well, not to pasture; I give him to a feller. EM'LY. [_Surprised._] Give him? JIM. Yes. EM'LY. Why? JIM. [_With meaning._] He needed him awful bad. [_Writes._ EM'LY _stands looking at him a moment; then turns to go._ EM'LY. Say! [_Puts pails down._ JIM. What? EM'LY. Here comes Sam. JIM. [_Writing and not looking up._] Bully! EM'LY. You want him? JIM. No, but I reckon you will. EM'LY. [_Smiling._] Git out. JIM. [_Writing._] "P.S. This goes into effect from last night, and is a copy--Joe Vernon has the original document." EM'LY. [_On the stile. Looking off._] Hello! SAM. [_Off._] Hello! _Enter SAM._ EM'LY. Awful glad. SAM. Hello, Jim. JIM. Hello, Sam. SAM. Know where your pony is? JIM. Gone East. SAM. He's in Louisiana. JIM. Who's got him? SAM. Why, ain't you heard? JIM. Ain't heard nothing this morning. EM'LY. What? SAM. [_To_ JIM.] Travers stole him. [_To_ EMILY.] Stole Jim's pony after shootin' the Pinkerton. EM'LY. Why, Jim-- JIM. Never mind, Em'ly. [_To_ SAM.] Who told you? SAM. The fellers. You know Travers was--er-- EM'LY. The train-robber--yes, you told us last night that-- SAM. Yes, but I mean you know he was--killed? JIM. [_Rising. With some interest._] Killed? When? SAM. Last night--didn't you know? JIM. No. SAM. [_Puzzled._] Why, I thought you did--why, the fellers said--why, dog gone it, they were blamed funny about it--they said, "Oh, I reckon Jim knows"--then stuck their tongues this way in their jaw--I thought maybe--[_Pantomimes pulling trigger._ JIM. No, hadn't even heard of it. SAM. Going to run an extra this morning--over a dozen goin' down just to see. Thought maybe Em'ly 'd like to go 'long and take a look at the remains. EM'LY. [_Eagerly._] Jim! JIM. You're going, are you, Sam? SAM. Why, calculated to. JIM. Well, I wish you'd stay home this mornin' and kind a look after Em'ly. SAM. Certainly. JIM. I'm goin' to be pretty busy, I think, eh? SAM. [_Willing to stay._] Sure. _Exit_ JIM _into house._ EM'LY. Something's worrying Jim. [_Crosses to porch._ SAM. I guess this fellow's getting away last night. EM'LY. No, something else. The operator waked me up after twelve o'clock with a telegram--an' Jim answered it, and then got up and dressed himself, and took both his guns and sat out on the porch here--oh, for an hour. SAM. Telegrams, eh? EM'LY. Yes. SAM. Well, I guess some other robbery or something. A sheriff has so much of that. EM'LY. I know. But Jim's worried. SAM. Well, I couldn't sleep myself last night. EM'LY. Me neither. After you left here, and a-telling me about it, it seemed I could see Travers shooting the man's neck every time I closed my eyes. SAM. He's a good deal better this morning. EM'LY. Who? SAM. The Pinkerton that was shot. EM'LY. The Pinkerton? SAM. Yes. EM'LY. I thought he was dead. SAM. Oh, that's what Clark said--but the other doctor turned him over and got him breathing again. EM'LY. I'm so glad--poor fellow--and Jim kicked him so yesterday--clean across that stile. SAM. When he come here? EM'LY. Yes, with that letter. SAM. Speakin' of letters, I got one myself this morning. EM'LY. [_Gets letter from pocket._] Who from? SAM. Looks like a girl wrote it. EM'LY. What! SAM. It's in typewritin' an' so I guess a girl did write it--but its from the company. EM'LY. More mean things? SAM. Nicer than pie. See _here_, [_Reads:_] "_And regretting deeply our error, we of course cannot deal with any lawyer, but would be pleased with a personal call from you--your salary awaits you for the time you have been absent--_" EM'LY. [_Indignantly._] Been absent! SAM. And they having me locked up in a hotel. EM'LY. I should say so. SAM. [_Reading:_]--"_been absent. And we can guarantee your regular employment in our offices here or at any other station you may prefer. Yours very truly, etc.,--Superintendent._" EM'LY. Well, what do you think? SAM. Not much--Bollinger says we can get twenty thousand dollars. EM'LY. I know--that's what he told Jim too--he wanted us to put off the wedding. SAM. Jim? EM'LY. No--Bollinger-- SAM. Why? EM'LY. He said it would make a stronger case. SAM. [_Resenting the idea._] Well, see here, Em'ly-- EM'LY. I'm only telling you what Bollinger said. SAM. Put off our wedding? EM'LY. He said for about two months. SAM. What's he take me for? EM'LY. Jim heard him. SAM. What did Jim say? EM'LY. He said--why, he said that was about ten thousand a month, just for waiting. SAM. No, sir-ee. EM'LY. An' Bollinger, tryin' to encourage me, said he'd let his wife go that long for half the money. SAM. Well, do you think it's right? EM'LY. What? SAM. Why, this postponing for damages. EM'LY. Not if you don't--only Bollinger said it wouldn't hurt any to wait. SAM. See here, Em'ly--seems to me you ain't any too anxious you'self. EM'LY. Well, how can a girl be, Sam--I can't just up and say I won't wait--especially when they're your damages--I haven't got any right to say I'm worth ten thousand dollars a month. SAM. [_Embracing her._] Well, you bet your life you are. EM'LY. [_Acquiescing._] Well-- _Enter_ DAVE _and_ LIZBETH. DAVE. Hello, Sam. SAM. Hello. LIZBETH. [_Pleased with the example of_ SAM _and_ EM'LY.] Dave! EM'LY. Why, how do you do? DAVE. Where's Jim? SAM. In the house. LIZBETH. Isn't it awful, Em'ly. [_She and_ EM'LY _go to the little porch._ SAM. What's the matter? DAVE. People don't understand it. SAM. What do you mean? DAVE. Why, Jim; lots of 'em thinks he did it. SAM. Did what? Shoot Travers? DAVE. No, give him that horse-- SAM. Give to him? Git out. DAVE. Well, you bet they said so, and Bollinger and Sarber and Cal and lots of them think so. SAM. [_Astonished._] Git out! DAVE. Yes, sir-ee. SAM. They better not say that to me. DAVE. Why, they'd say it to Jim--you ought to hear them talking at the convention-- SAM. Is this the day of the convention? DAVE. 'Tain't come to order yit, but they're all up to the Court House,--one feller nailed the telegrams on a bulletin where everybody could read them. SAM. What telegrams? DAVE. Why, Jim's. _Enter_ JIM _from house._ JIM. Mornin', Lizbeth. LIZBETH. How de do, Jim. JIM. Kate feelin' all right? LIZBETH. Well; you know-- JIM. Oh, yes--natural enough--ain't you workin', Dave? DAVE. Convention. JIM. Sure. Forgot the convention. DAVE. Me and Lizbeth come together because we thought Sam and Em'ly'd stand up with us. JIM. At the Squire's? DAVE. No, preacher's. JIM. I reckon. [_Looks at_ EM'LY. EM'LY. Of course. JIM. Convention ain't met? DAVE. Not yit. JIM. I think I'll go down to the Court House. [_Starts down and stops as he reaches the stile._] Hello! SAM. What's up? JIM. Nothing'--some o' the boys--comin' here, I expect--Say! SAM. What? JIM. I mean Dave. DAVE. How's that? JIM. Will you do me a favour? DAVE. Certainly. JIM. [_Pointing off right._] This letter--give it to the Mayor, or any of the Council--some of them's sure to be at the convention. DAVE. All right. [_He goes onto the stile and stops._] Bollinger's one, ain't he? JIM. Yes. DAVE. He's comin' with them fellers-- JIM. Well, give it to him--a little before he gits here. DAVE. All right, Jim. [_Starts off--stops._] No trouble, you don't reckon? JIM. No, I reckon not. _Exit_ DAVE. EM'LY. Jim! JIM. I want you and Lizbeth to go in the house. Go on! EM'LY. [_Going._] What's the matter? JIM. You go with them, Sam--and take care of 'em. SAM. [_Joining the girls on the porch._] Why, Jim, if there's goin' to be any trouble-- JIM. [_Watching the coming mob._] I reckon they ain't--and anyway I want this side of the fence by myself. [_Exeunt_ LIZBETH _and_ EM'LY _to house._] Take 'em way back to the kitchen. SAM. [_At the door._] All right? JIM. Dead sure. _Exit_ SAM. JIM _removes his paper collar--adjusts the two guns under his coat-tails--takes a chew of tobacco, and fatefully waits. Enter back of fence_, BOLLINGER, SARBER, CAL, ESROM, DAVE, _and_ SUPERS; DAVE _drifts away from them to left._ ESROM _playing Jew's-harp. All enter when_ JIM _gets through his preparations and leans against porch._ BOLLINGER. [_Loudly._] Here, stop the band. SARBER. Stop her. ESROM _is silent._ BOLLINGER. [Pause.] Hello, Jim. [_His tone carries a nagging insinuation._ JIM. Hello. DAVE. I'll tell the old man, Jim. [_Going._ JIM. Oh, no hurry, Dave. _Exit_ DAVE. BOLLINGER. Well, they killed our friend down at Louisiana last night. [JIM _chews and nods once._] Where's your pony? JIM. [_After pause._] Have you looked in the stable? BOLLINGER. [_Sneering._] No. JIM. Well, don't. BOLLINGER. Didn't calculate to, Jim. [_Pause._] You know what that fellow said before they shot him. JIM. [_Shakes his head._] No. SARBER. [_In quarrelsome bawl. Pointing at_ JIM.] Why, he said-- BOLLINGER. [_Maintaining his leadership._] Hold on! it was understood I was to do the talkin'. ALL. Go on! Shut up, Sarber! SARBER. He was takin' all day fur it. BOLLINGER. [_Clashing._] I'll take as long as I damn please, and I'll have the nigger play tunes between times if I want to-- ALL. Go on, Bollinger! BOLLINGER. [_Resuming his nag of_ JIM.] Know what he said? JIM. [_Pause. Chews and shakes head._] Don't care. BOLLINGER. He said you _give_ him the pony. JIM. You _hear_ him say so? BOLLINGER. No, but the boys down Louisiana did; they knowed it was your pony, and they arrested him. SARBER. [_Again intruding._] Then they telegraphed you-- BOLLINGER. Hold on! [_Growl from_ MOB.] They didn't know he was the train-robber--only thought he was a hoss thief--so they held him while they telegraphed you--[JIM _nods. Pause._] That's the way we got on to him--the operator showed us the message--[_Pause._ JIM _nods._] Showed us your answer, too. [_Pause._ JIM _nods._] Here's a copy of it marked Exhibit B. "The man tells the truth. The pony is his'n.--Jim Radburn." SARBER. And we saw the original. JIM _nods_. BOLLINGER. [_His anger now lifting his tone into police court tirade._] While we were waiting up at the Court House where you told us to go--and I didn't have a durn thing but a butcher knife--you were a-standin' in with this feller and a-givin' him your boss to git away on. SARBER. [_In same manner._] And durn good reason--Sam Fowler stood in with him, an' he's a-goin' to marry your sister--in the house now--I kin see him at the kitchen window. [_All growl, and half start over the stile toward kitchen._ JIM. [_With sudden vehemence._] Hold on! [_Impressive pause; and quiet by_ CROWD.] You better talk it over with me first. BOLLINGER. Well, you give him the pony, didn't you? [JIM _is silent._] _Didn't_ you? JIM. What's that to you? BOLLINGER. [_Half laughing._] Well--what is it to us-- _All laugh derisively._ ESROM. [_Emboldened to participate._] I knew 'twasn't no clinker in de coke, 'cause he frowed de mud in it and-- BOLLINGER. Shoot that nigger. SARBER. Shut up! [_Smashes_ NIGGER _in the mouth._ BOLLINGER. [_To_ JIM.] Well, say--[_Pause._] That was a fine way for a sheriff to do,--wasn't it? JIM. I've resigned. BOLLINGER. I got your letter. You hadn't resigned last night; you know there's a law for you, Mr. Radburn. JIM. That's all right. BOLLINGER. _You'll_ have to "do time." JIM. [_Smiling._] When? BOLLINGER. This session--you git a taste of the jug this morning. JIM. Not this morning! BOLLINGER. Well, we'll see--you go with us. _Murmur and start._ JIM. [_Again in sudden warning._] Hold on, boys--[_Pause and recovery of calm._] I claim everything this side of the fence. Now I know it ain't sociable, but I don't want you to come in. Whenever the District Attorney gits his witnesses together, I'll be there, but I won't go this mornin'--[_Pause._] and anyhow I won't go with such a mangy lot of heelers as you've scraped up this trip. BOLLINGER. I reckon you will, Jim. _Murmur and movement._ JIM. Hold on--[_Pause, with both hands on guns._] I don't want to break my record, but I'll have to do it if you trespass on the lawn. BOLLINGER. [_Discreetly on stile. After a pause._] I hope you don't think we're scared, Jim? JIM. No--ain't anything to be scared about, Tom--as long as you stay outside.--Keep off the grass. BOLLINGER. [_His irritation returning. Threateningly._] And don't you dare to draw a gun on any of us. Say, Sarber--go down to the Court House and git a warrant. If you had a warrant we could walk right in. MRS. VERNON. [_Off._] Now, Kate, be careful. _Enter_ KATE _and_ MRS. VERNON _over the stile--the_ MOB _parting to admit them._ KATE. What is the matter? Jim! JIM. Won't you come in? Howdy, Mrs. Vernon? KATE _and_ MRS. VERNON _come on._ KATE. [_Anxiously. To_ JIM.] What do these men want? [_To_ BOLLINGER.] What is the trouble here? BOLLINGER. [_Pointing at_ JIM.] Malfeasance. KATE. What? BOLLINGER. Why, Miss Kate, he gave his horse to a man he ought to have arrested--a train-robber--a murderer--and-- JIM. Hold on, Bollinger--man's dead, and he used to be a friend to these ladies. KATE. [_Crosses to the_ MEN.] No--do not speak of him--we thought he was a friend--but why do you accuse Mr. Radburn? JIM. No use talkin', Kate, they know. BOLLINGER. You bet. JIM. Lizbeth's inside--you an' Kate better go in, Mrs. Vernon. KATE. No. Do you blame this man? BOLLINGER. Blame him! Why, he's an accessory after the fact, and maybe before--I don't see how he can git out of it! Here's his telegram, really better than a plea of guilty--we ought to arrest him! KATE. [_To_ BOLLINGER.] He is not guilty. [_To_ JIM.] Oh, Jim, Jim! Can you forgive me? [_She extends her hand._ JIM. [_Taking her hand._] Why, Kate, 'tain't none o' their business. KATE. No, it is all mine. [_Murmur from_ CROWD.--_To the_ MEN.] Listen; all of you must know that Mr. Travers was attentive to me--I believed he was a gentleman--we thought he was a friend--[_Half crying._] but he never was half the friend--never _could_ be half the friend that Jim Radburn's been-- JIM. [_Expostulating._] Kate! KATE. [_To_ JIM.] Yes, I know all about it now--my father has told me all--everything about my college days--I am humiliated to the dust. JIM. Now, Kate-- KATE. You should have told me in the shop, when I presumed to speak of your disadvantages. JIM. [_To_ MEN.] See here--this is a little matter between me and Kate Vernon--none of your business--so why don't you saunter off? [MEN _start to go._ KATE. [_To the_ MEN.] No, I want them to stay. I have nothing to say of Mr. Travers' doings--we were mistaken--but Jim Radburn thought I cared for the man, and he was big enough to let him escape for _me_--I am the one at fault--he has almost given up his life to me. You, Col. Bollinger, and every one knows that he could win his nomination if he wanted to--[_Turning to_ JIM.]--But he gave that up, too, because Joe Vernon, my father, wants it. Oh, Jim! Jim! [_Sinks on steps, sobbing._ MRS. VERNON. [_Crosses to her._] There, Kate, I knowed it would be too much fur you. [_To_ JIM.] She's took on this way since daylight. JIM. Say, you fellers ain't got spunk enough to keep hoss flies off a you. What do you want? Cold victuals? BOLLINGER. Come on, fellers--[_The_ MEN _start off._] hold on, here's Joe. [MEN _return._ MRS. VERNON. Joe Vernon! _Enter_ JOE _and_ DAVE. JOE. What's the matter, Jim? ain't nobody hurt? Why, Kate-- JIM. You made a pretty mess of it, ain't you? JOE. What? JIM. [_Pointing to_ KATE.] Tellin' everything. JOE. Well, that ain't all of it. JIM. What ain't? JOE. Why, they put them blamed telegrams up at the convention--I didn't see them till the fust ballot was over, and they'd nominated _me_-- MRS. VERNON. For Jefferson, Joe? JOE. [_In great excitement._] Yes, for the Legislature. _Cheers from_ CROWD. JIM. There, Kate, do you hear that? Now, what's the use cryin'? JOE. And I made a speech-- MRS. VERNON. Git out. JOE. Git out yourself-- MRS. VERNON. Say, your pa's been nominated, and made a speech! JOE. Well, lemme tell you-- JIM. Well, never mind the speech, Joe--you're as good as elected anyhow. JOE. And you done every bit of it--why, I took them blamed telegrams, and I told that convention everything I knew. Everything Kate told me--about your getting off the track 'cause you liked her. Tom, you told me yourself that Jim wasn't makin' no canvass fur the nomination. Do you know why? 'Cause he liked my Kate. Last night he gimme his resignation as sheriff. Do you know why? BOLLINGER. Afore he give him the hoss? JOE. Long before--and Jim Radburn, I believe you knowed then who that feller was, and I told the convention so. He did give Travers the hoss, and then I said, "He give up his pony to this feller 'cause he didn't have the heart to make Kate feel bad"--and I said--"What's Mizzoura--what's Pike County comin' to if we kin persecute a man like that," and, by golly, they jus' stood on their hind legs and hollered fur you! BOLLINGER. I'm a-comin' inside myself if he pulls both guns. [_Comes over the stile._ JIM. Why, Tom. _They shake hands._ JOE. An' they're up there now, like a pack of howlin' idiots, unanimously re-electing you sheriff by acclamation, and "Vivy Vochy," over and over agin. JIM. There, there, Kate--you're goin' to Jefferson soon--an' you kin forgit all about it. KATE. I don't want to go to Jefferson, Jim--I don't want to--forget it. [_Turns, weeps on_ JOE'S _breast._ MRS. VERNON. Now, talk to her, Jim! JIM. Not now--she feels too bad. MRS. VERNON. But she'll get over that--she's comin' to her senses, an' _she knows she likes you_. Talk to her. JIM. Some other time. CURTAIN. 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