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Daingerfield, Foxhall, 1887-1933

"The Southern Cross A Play in Four Acts"

I--I--don't understand what you ask. Surely, you have
forgotten that you are speaking to an enlisted soldier of the South.
Winth. (quickly). I didn't mean that. See here--I only thought
you'd fail, and then there was a chance to save the hearts of those you
love, even as I love them.
Gordon. We'll not fail!
Winth. Where's Hillary? I must see him.
Gordon (going to the door). No, no; not that. I tell you, he is
ill--asleep. Surely, I can answer you. Speak; say all you have to me.
I'll answer you, but not to him.
[The bell strikes the half hour.
What's that--the bell again?
Winth. 12:30. Hopkins, we must see the man. (To Gordon)--I tell
you, sir, we must.
[Enter Bill.
Bill. Are ye all right, sir?
Hop. Here, take the light and go in softly, and see if Mr.
Hillary is awake.
Bill. What's wrong with him?
Hop. You ought to know; he's very ill.
Bill. Ill! He? Not a healthier man than him in here.
Hop. What!
Gordon (at the door). I tell you, don't disturb him.
Winth. It is essential. (To Bill)--Call Mr. Hillary.
[Exit Bill: pushes past Gordon with lantern. He is heard
shouting, "Here, git up! Whar's Hillary? You thar!
Get up!" A confused sound of voices: then Bill says
loudly, "Here, whar is he? None of your damned jokes!"
The voices grow louder.


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