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Daingerfield, Foxhall, 1887-1933

"The Southern Cross A Play in Four Acts"


Winth. Where are they now!
Hop. Coming up the bank.
[All the soldiers are looking off (Left). Enter Fair, holding the white
flag on the staff, followed by Cupid.
Fair (stopping a short distance away). I have come to claim my dead!
[At the sound of her voice every man takes off his hat. They
stand: some looking at her, some looking away.
Hop. (coming forward). He is here (she looks at him for a second
as though in recognition, then her face is cold as before, her eyes
shining). God!
[He turns away. She looks past him; sees Bev's body on the coat;
goes quickly to him, dropping to his side, her arms around
him.
Winth. (to Hopkins). Where--has she gone? It seems so dark.
Hop. I saw her swoop down like a mother bird to her young. (Winthrop
tries to speak; his voice fails; he sinks limply back on the blanket).
Steve! Only fainted. Ah! (he rises and goes slowly to Fair; when he
speaks, his voice is very soft). Won't you speak to him. He may be
dying?
[Fair has risen to her feet. She comes slowly forward. She sees
Winthrop, and for a second a wild flash of joy crosses her
face. She starts forward, but stops herself suddenly, her
hands before her eyes.


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