The Southern Cross - A Play in Four Acts by Foxhall Daingerfield
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and Mars Hopkins, so she kin thank um ter all dey don--gitten de
ambulance wagen and sendin' de soldiers ter tek ker ob de place. And when I seed um, I tole him Mistus want see him. He brighten up mighty, and say dey come over har ter night. Now, don't you let on. Marthy. Cose I ain't. Go on, nigger, wid de silber. [Exit Cupid with silver. Hit's somethin' ter git de minds off de trouble; It'll do um a power er good. [Enter Fair from the hall; she is very pale and tired looking: she wears a simple little black dress; her hair tied with a black ribbon; all her youthful gaiety is gone; she seems suddenly to have become a woman. Her voice has a tired, pathetic sound, as though she were constantly fighting for her self-control. Fair (timidly looking around her, as though afraid). I have been afraid to come in here before. It's very bad, isn't it, Marthy? Marthy. I was jes tryin' ter get hit lookin' little better fo' you seed it. Fair (wearily). No matter, Marthy; leave it as it is. I'll help you to-morrow. Marthy. I rekon I better git dem pictures up in de attic fo' your mar see um. |
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