Poor little pretty Fair! I saw then that he loved
you; and all too clearly I see now that you love him.
Fair (taking one of his hands in both her own). You will not
tell! (He turns quickly away). Gordon! Gordon! Forgive me! I didn't mean
it--Oh, I didn't mean it! I'm only so afraid! Mother and father must not
know! (She looks up into his face). He is our enemy!
Gordon. I love you, Fair! I understand.
[They slowly exit into the house.
[The sunset shows in brilliant red and gold at the back of scene,
fading into purple twilight and then to brilliant moonlight
through the rest of the scene. Enter Cupid from the road.
He sits on the lowest step and begins to fill his pipe.
As he is pressing in the tobacco, far off (Right) a bugle
call is heard. The pipe falls from his hands. He pauses,
listening. The call is heard again; this time a little
nearer. Cupid jumps to his feet, runs up steps, throwing
open the door.
Cupid (as he starts up steps). Fo' Gaud! hits dem Yankees! (He
throws open the door). Marster! Marster! Mars George, de Yankees comin'!
[Enter Aunt Marthy hurriedly.
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