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The Flutter of the Goldleaf; and Other Plays   By: (1859-1938)

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THE FLUTTER OF THE GOLDLEAF

AND OTHER PLAYS

BY OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN

AND FREDERICK PETERSON

NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1922

COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

PRINTED AT THE SCRIBNER PRESS NEW YORK, U. S. A.

CONTENTS

PAGE

THE FLUTTER OF THE GOLDLEAF 1

BY OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN AND FREDERICK PETERSON

THE JOURNEY 49

BY OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN

EVERYCHILD 75

BY FREDERICK PETERSON AND OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN

TWO DOCTORS AT AKRAGAS 103

BY FREDERICK PETERSON

THE FLUTTER OF THE GOLDLEAF

A PLAY IN ONE ACT

BY

Olive Tilford Dargan

AND

Frederick Peterson

CHARACTERS

PHILO WARNER, a student HIRAM WARNER, his father, the village grocer MARY ANN WARNER, his mother DR. BELLOWS, the village physician DR. SEYMOUR, a city specialist REBA SLOAN, a neighbor's daughter

THE FLUTTER OF THE GOLDLEAF

SCENE: Laboratory in the attic of the Warner cottage. At right, toward rear, entrance from down stairs. A rude partition, left, with door in centre. Window centre rear. Large kitchen table loaded with apparatus. Shelves, similarly loaded, against wall near table, right. Wires strung about. A rude couch, bench, and several wooden chairs.

Time, about 8 p.m. Lamp burns on table. MRS. WARNER comes up stairs, puts her head inside the room nervously, then enters and looks about.

Mrs. W.

Such a mess! And the doctors will be here in half an hour! ( Tries to get busy but seems bothered. Crosses to table and looks at a little machine that stands upon it. ) That's what's driving my boy crazy! If I only dared to smash it! The right sort of a mother would do just that! ( Looks at machine with dire meditation. )

Warner ( without, roaring up the stairs )

Mary Ann!

Mrs. W. ( jumps )

Yes, Hiram!

Warner ( entering )

Where's Philo?

Mrs. W.

In the orchard. I watched my chance, and thought I'd redd up a little. He won't let me touch anything when he's here.

Warner

Just about lives up here, don't he?

Mrs. W.

Day and night now, since he's been too sick to go to the store. And I can't have Dr. Bellows bring in that specialist from New York with things lookin' as if a woman had never come up the stairs. ( Dusting and rattling. )

Warner

Philo's not onto what the doctors are after, is he?

Mrs. W.

He thinks they're coming to look at his machine mostly and see what's keepin' him awake nights. But maybe he knows. He's awful sharp.

Warner

Sharp? Wish he knew enough to sell eggs and bacon. He's ruinin' my business. Weighs a pound of coffee as if he was asleep. I can see customers watchin' him out o' the tail o' their eye. They're gettin' afraid of him! Mary Ann, the boy's going to be a shame to us. He's crazy!

Mrs. W.

Don't you call my boy crazy. I won't hear it, Hiram.

Warner

No, you'll wait till the whole village tells you! They're all talkin' now!

Mrs. W.

It's none o' their business!

Warner

It'll be their business if he flies up and hurts somebody.

Mrs. W.

Philo wouldn't hurt anything alive. He got mad at me once for killin' a spider.

Warner ( scornfully )

Showed his sense there, didn't he?

Mrs. W.

If Philo's queer it's not from my side of the house. You know what your mother was like wanderin' round nights starin' at the stars with that old spy glass Captain Barker gave her.

Warner

She was a good mother, all the same... Continue reading book >>




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