And
if I take this bowl and crash it at your feet, as I do now, you think
that, too, a signal; and with this candle in my hand (she snatches up
candlestick), instead of lighting you throughout the house, I rush up to
the window here and crash it through the glass, as I do now, and cry to
you: Come on! Come on! You call them all my signals?
[She dashes out of the room and down the hall, as
THE CURTAIN FALLS.
ACT III.
The prison at Columbus. A large, bare room, built of gray stone.
At the back and to the left a door with heavy iron bars leading to
the whitewashed corridor, where a lantern is hanging. A smaller door
on right leading to another room of the prison. High up in the wall
(Left) is a window with iron bars across it. At the back are two straw
mattresses, with old army blankets on them. To the right a pile of
straw which has evidently served as a bed. On each side of the stage
there is a rough wooden bench. It is 11 o'clock on the night of May
22nd. The moon shines brightly in at the window. The prison clock
slowly strikes the hour as the curtain rises. A soldier dressed in
a torn white shirt and trousers of Confederate gray, lies asleep on
the straw. Two soldiers lie stretched on the floor at front of stage
(Right), two others walking restlessly about, while another is reading
by the stump of a candle stuck in a bottle.
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