JOHN TOWNSEND, his
(BULL) HERRON, his
STUDENTS OF THE
The action takes place
in the study of the suite of rooms occupied by Townsend and Herron on the
ground floor of a dormitory in a large eastern university in the United
study of the suite of rooms occupied by Jack Townsend and Donald Herron on
the ground floor of a dormitory in a large eastern university of the
United States. The left wall is composed almost entirely of a large
bow-window looking out on the campus, and forming a window seat which is
piled high with bright colored cushions. In the middle of the far side, a
door opening into a hallway of the dormitory. On either side of the door,
leather covered divans with leather cushions. In the right corner to the
rear, a writing desk with an electric drop-light hanging over it. In the
middle of the right wall, a fireplace. In the extreme right foreground, a
door opening into a bedroom. In the center of the room, a table with an
electric reading-lamp wired from the chandelier above. Books, periodicals,
pipes, cigarette boxes, ash-trays, etc., are also on the table. The walls
of the room are hung with flags, class banners, framed photographs of
baseball and football teams, college posters, etc. Two Morris chairs and
several rockers are grouped about the table.
It is about eight o'clock in the
evening of a warm day in June. At first the windows on the left are gray
with the dim glow of the dying twilight but as the action progresses this
A sound of voices comes from the hall. The door in the rear is opened
and Mrs. Townsend and Lucy enter, escorted by Herron. Their figures can be
vaguely made out in the dusk of the room.
her way toward the table) Do put on the lights, Bull! I know I'm going
to break my neck in a minute. (Mrs. Townsend remains standing by the
One minute, one minute! (strikes his shin against the corner of the
his tongue just in time)
a gurgling laugh) Say it! Say it!
over the divan and feeling on the wall for the electric switchsoftly)
That isn't what you were going to say.
gosh, then. (finds the switch) There! (turns on all the lights
except the drop-light) Let there be light!
is a small, vivacious blond nineteen years old, gushing with enthusiasm
over everything and everybody. She wears an immense bouquet of
flowers at the waist of her dark blue dress and carries a flag.)
Don't stand there posing, Bull. (flings
herself into one of the Morris chairs) You look
much more like a God of darkness than one of light.
sweet-faced, soft-spoken, gray-haired lady in her early
fifties. She is dressed in dark gray. She turns to Lucy with smiling
remonstrance.) Lucy! (to Herron who clumsily arranges a cushion at
the back of a rocking chair for her) Thank
you, Donald. (Herron winces at the "Donald.")
is a huge, swarthy six-footer with a bull neck and an omnipresent grin,
slow to anger and to understanding butan
All-American tackle. His immense frame is decked out in white flannels
which make him look gigantic.) I don't
care much for the "Donald" myself.
I still claim, Mother, that Donald, alias Bull, resembles Pluto more than
any other divinity. It is true, judging from the pictures I have seen,
that Pluto was not as fat(as
Herron slouches into a sitting position on the divan) nor as clumsy, but
What have I done today? What have I
done? Didn't I purchase candy and beautiful flowers? And now I reap
nothing but abuse. I appeal to you, Mrs. Townsend. She is breaking me on
butterfly! (convulsed with
laughter) Ha ha ha! Poor, delicate
you go again! (appealingly)
You see, Mrs. Townsend? Every word of
mine is turned to mockery. (He sighs explosively.)
Never mind, Donald; you ought to hear
the nice things she says behind your back. Lucy(indignantly)
find it hard to believe.
is fibbing so as not to hurt your feelings. (with
a roguish smile) I never, never in
all my life said a good word about you. You don't deserve it.
Lucy, what a thing to say! (While she is speaking Joe Murray
appears in the doorway to the rear.
is a slight, stoop-shouldered,
narrow-chested young fellow of
eighteen, with large, feverish,
black eyes, thin lips, pasty complexion, and the sunken cheeks of a
tuberculosis victim. He wears a shabby dark suit. He peers blinkingly
around the room and knocks but they do not hear him.)
the door and seeing him)
Someone to see you, Bull.
Anything you want?
I wanta see Townsend, Jack Townsend.
know when he'll be in?
minute; but I advise you not to wait. He won't have any time for you
tonight. If you want to leave a message I'll give it to him.
He'll find time for me all right.
at him) You think so? Suit
yourself. (pointedly) You
can wait for him outside. (Murray's face pales
with rage. He starts
to say something then turns abruptly and disappears
into the hallway.)
you know who it was?
saw him before; probably some fresh "townie" who thinks Jack's
indebted to him because he recovered a stolen baseball bat or something,
and wants to put the acid on him for a dollar or two. Jack's such a
Listen to who is talking.
Jack always has been so good-hearted.
smile) He's only stingy with
base-hits. Great game he pitched today. Star players usually fall down
when they're captains of teams and it's their last year in college; but
not old Jackonly
three hits off him.
game we saw today decides the championship, doesn't it?
Mother. You don't suppose I'd have yelled my whole voice away if it
wasn't, do you? I can hardly speak.
sly wink at Herron)
I hadn't noticed that, Lucy. (Herron
shakes with suppressed
Oh, Mother, how unkind!
must confess I'm not much of a fanIs
that What you call it?I
do not understand the game and if it wasn't for Jack playing I'm afraid I
Would find it rather wearisome.
is the big man of the college tonight, all right. The President is a mere
nonentity beside him. Add to our list of athletic heroes one Jack
Townsend, captain and pitcher.
they carried him around the field after the game!
bet We did. I had a hold of one leg. But I agree With you Mrs. Townsend.
If Jack didn't play I Wouldn't take much interest in baseball myself. (enthusiastically)
Football is the real game.
course you'd say that.
beyond me, too. I've heard it's so rough, that so many players are
injured. When John first entered college his father and I made him promise
not to go in for it on any account.
You spoiled a fine player. (noise
of voices from the
hall) Speaking of thehmangel.
(Evelyn Sands enters followed
by Jack Townsend. Evelyn is a tall, darkhaired, beautiful girl about
twenty years old. Her eyes are large and brown, her mouth full-lipped,
resolute; her figure lithe
and graceful. She
is dressed simply but stylishly
in white. Jack is a wellbuilt handsome young fellow about twenty-two
years old, with blond hair brushed
from his forehead, intelligent blue
eyes, a good-natured, self-indulgent mouth,
and ruddy, tanned complexion. He
air of one who has, through
his prowess in athletics, become a figure
of note in college circles
and is accustomed to the
deference of those around him. He wears a dark coat, white soft shirt
with a bright colored tie,
flannel trousers, and
white tennis shoes.)
to the hero! (Evelyn
and sits on the arm of Lucy's chair. Jack stands beside his
him) Where is your father?
outside, talking to Professor Simmons. After dinner as we were following
you out of the Inn we ran into the Prof and he walked down with us. Did
you think we were lost?
glance at Evelyn) We
thought you might have forestalled the forthcoming happy event by eloping.
father for chaperon?
don't you dare do it! I'd never forgive you spoiling my chance to wear my
gown. I'm going to be just the most stunning bridesmaid. Am I not, Mother?
course, dear. (to Jack) Why didn't you ask the professor to come
Mother, but he's on his way somewhere or other.
the way, Jack, there was a "townie" in here asking to see you a
few minutes ago.
A "townie"? Did he give any name?
A fresh little shrimp; said he'd wait. Wasn't he outside?
I didn't see anyone.
be back probably; and look out for a touch. (The
singing of a distant quartet sounds faintly
from the campus.)
I hear them singing on the campus. I'm going out. Bull, when does the big
soon; you can hear the clans gathering now.
going to march beside them all the way to the lake.
going to be a canoe carnival, and bonfires, and dancing, and everything,
Mother. You've simply got to come, all of you, in honor of hero Jack.
come, Sis, praise from you is rare indeed.
a girlish laugh) I'm going
with you. I'll show you young people I can celebrate with the best of you.
you sure it isn't too much for you, Mother?
face flushed with
excitement) Nonsense, Jack!
his arm around her
affectionately) Dear old motheryoung
mother, I should say.
people go on ahead and I'll catch up with you. (Mrs.
Townsend goes out.)
Jumbo! And Bull! Lucy thinks I'm a menagerie. (He and Lucy go out. Evelyn starts to follow
them but Jack stops her
and takes her in his arms.)
won't be alone again for ages. (kisses
up into his face)
I'm so proud of you, Jack, dear.
puts his fingers across her lips) Ssshhh!
You'll give me an awful attack of exaggerated ego if you go on talking
it's true, dear.
for the good of my soul don't tell me. Praise from Sis is wonder enough
for one day.
a few steps
away from him) I wish I could tell you how proud I felt when I sat in
the grandstand and watched you. (with a laugh)
It was a horrid sort of selfish pride, too, for I couldn't help saying to
myself from time to time: He loves me, me! He belongs to me; and I thought
of how jealous all the girls around me who were singing his praises would
be if they knew.
face suddenly grown
serious, as if at some painful memory) Please Evelyn! You make me feel
contemptible when you talk like that.
Mean? Contemptible? How foolish you are, Jack. (excitedly)
I felt like standing on my seat and
shouting to all of them: "What right have you to think of him? He is mine,
mine!" (laughing at her
own enthusiasm, adds in a matter-of-fact
tone) Or will be in three
voice thrilling with
In three months! (jokingly) Do
you know those three months are going to seem like three years?
Three centuries; but I was telling you how splendid you were this
Sssshh, Evelyn! (tries to put his
avoiding him) You were so cool, so brave. It struck me as symbolical of the
way you would always play, in the game of lifefairly, squarely, strengthening those around you, refusing to weaken at
critical moments, advancing others by sacrifices, fighting the good fight
for the cause, the team, and always, always, whether vanquished or victor,
reserving a hearty, honest cheer for the other side. (breaking
breathlessly) Oh, Jack dear, I loved you so!
of pain in his voice,
puts his hands over
his ears, and
forces a laugh) I won't listen any longer. I positively refuse.
It's all over. I'm through. I simply had to tell you. (She holds out both
hands to him. He draws her into his
arms and kisses her.)
feeling) I shall trywith all my strengthin the future, Evelyn,to live as you have said and become worthy of you. Today was nothing. One
does one's best for the sake of the game, for the love of the struggle.
Our best happened to be luckier, more skillful, perhaps, than the other
so like you to say that. You're a dear. (She
kisses him. Jack's father, John Townsend, appears
in the doorway. He is a
tall, kindly old man of sixty or
so with a quantity of white hair. He is erect well
preserved, energetic, dressed immaculately
but soberly. He laughs
and shakes a
finger at Evelyn.)
in the act. (Evelyn
blushes.) Evelyn, they're
waiting for you outside and Lucy threatens to come in and drag you out if
my persuasive powers have no effect. They want to make a start for the
Steps and see the P'rade form. It's due to start shortly. (While he is speaking he comes
his straw hat on the table,
and sits down in one of the Morris chairs.)
I wouldn't miss it for worlds. (She
the door; then turns and looks at Jack
irresolutely.) Aren't you coming with us, both of you? (Jack looks
at his father uncertainly.)
join you there; or, better still,(to
Jack) The P'rade
passes right by here, doesn't it? They always used to in the old days.
you go ahead with the others, Evelyn, and since Lucy tells me you're going
to follow the P'rade, we'll be able to join you when you pass by.
I've seen and taken part in so
many of these affairs that their novelty has sort of worn off for me; and
they were to discover the hero of the day at this stage of the game he
wouldn't have a rag to his back, eh, Jack?
I'm black and blue all over from their fond caresses this afternoon.
I'm off, then. (looking
at Jack) You'll surely
join us when we pass?
hand) Bye-bye. (She
goes out. Jack sits down
near his father.)
out a cigar and
lights it. Jack watches him uneasily
as if he foresees what his father
is going to say and dreads
avoids his eyes. There is an
uncomfortable silence. Then Townsend begins vaguely) It
certainly removes the burden of the years from my shoulders to come out to
the old college in the Spring and live the old days over in memory and
hobnob with some of the old-timers who were young-timers with me. It
becomes more difficult every year I find. All the old landmarks are
disappearing one by one.
Yes, even in my time there have been great changes.
talking to gain time) It gives me a painful heart-throb every time I come
back and look for some old place and find it renovated or torn down.
I can well understand that.
don't realize what this college comes to mean to you in after years; how
it becomes inseparably woven into the memories of one's lost youth until
the two become identical.
Yes, I suppose so.
TOWNSEND(more and more vaguely)
Happiest days of my life, of anyone's life
Come to the point, Dad.
You didn't send Evelyn away in order that you might wax reminiscent; you
know that, Dad.
a sigh of relief)
You are quite right, I did not;
but what I ought to speak about is such a deuced painful subject for both
of us that I hardly dare speak of itespecially
on your day of triumph when I should be the last one to bring up any
mind that, Dad.
see I didn't know when I'd have another opportunity of seeing you alone
without arousing your mother's suspicions.
the thing has caused me so much worry. I simply had to hear from your own
lips that everything was all right.
I will set your mind at rest immediately. Everything is all right.
Thank God for that! Why haven't you written to me?
a few days ago I had nothing new to tell you.
was the operation performed?
you've heard from her since?
received a short note from her that night. It was all over and everything
was all right, she said. She told me I needn't worry any longer.
was five days ago. You haven't had any word since then?
a favorable sign. If any further complications had cropped up she would
surely have let you know, wouldn't she?
I think she would. I imagine she's frightened to death and doesn't want
any more to do with me. I'm sure I hope so. And then, you see I never
answered her letter or telephoned.
You were wrong there, my boy.
I know it, I know it, Dad; but I had just received a letter from Evelyn
telling me she was coming out for Commencement Week and the game, andOh,
when I thought of her the other affair seemed so horrible and loathsome, I
swore I'd never speak or write again. When I was certain she was in no
danger I judged it best for both of us to break off once and for all.
my boy; Are you sureyou
know one's vanity blinds one in such casesare
you sure, absolutely sure, you were the father of this child which would
have been born to her?
Yes, I am certain of it, as certain as one can possibly be. (wildly)
Oh I wish to God I had grounds for some suspicion of the sort. What a
salve it would be for my conscience! But no, no! To even think such is an
insult to a sweet girl. (defiantly) For she is a sweet, lovely girl
in spite of everything, and if I had loved her the least particle, if I
had not been in love with Evelyn, I should certainly have married her.
you did not love this girl, why did you,why,
in the first place,?
toward his father and fixing his eyes upon him searchingly) Why? Why?
Who knows why or who, that does know, has the courage to confess it, even
to himself. Be frank, Dad! Judging from several anecdotes which your
friend Professor Simmons has let slip about your four years here, you were
no St. Anthony. Turn your mind back to those days and then answer your own
question: "Why, in the first place?"
at the floor in moody retrospectiona
pause) We've retained a large portion of the original mud in our
make-up. That's the only answer I can think of.
That's it! Do you suppose it was the same man who loves Evelyn who did
this other thing? No, a thousand times no, such an idea is abhorrent. It
was the male beast who ran gibbering through the forest after its female
thousands of years ago.
Restraint? Ah, yes, everybody preaches
but who practices it? And could they if they wanted to? Some impulses are
stronger than we are, have proved themselves so throughout the world's
history. Is it not rather our ideals of conduct, of Right and Wrong, our
ethics, which are unnatural and monstrously distorted? Is society not
suffering from a case of the evil eye which sees evil where there is none?
Isn't it our moral laws which force me into evasions like the one which
you have just found fault with?
Jack, that is pure evasion. You are responsible
for the Mr. Hyde in you as well as for the Dr. Jekyll. Restraint
delving too deep, for me, my boy. Save your radical arguments for the
younger generation. I cannot see them in the same light you do (grumblingly)
and if I could, I wouldn't. What I
cannot understand is how you happened to get in with this young woman in
the first place. You'll pardon me, Jack, but it seems to me to show a lack
of judgment on your part, andergood
his shoulders) Such things usually are errors in taste.
young woman was hardly of the class you have been accustomed to associate
with, I presume.
is a working girl, a stenographer.
she any immediate relations who would be liable to discover the
unfortunate termination of your (sarcastically)
father is dead. Her mother is a silly woman who would be the last to
suspect anything. She has two sisters, both youngsters under ten, and one
brother about eighteen, a machinist or something of the sort who is only
home for week-ends.
she and her brother support the others?
his father's eyes) So I believe.
expression stern and accusing, starts to say something but
restrains himself) Ah.
at his father) Yes, yes I know it,
Dad. I have played the scoundrel all the way through. I realize that now.
Why couldn't I have felt this way before, at the start? Then this would
never have happened. But at that time the whole
thing seemed just a pleasant game we were playing; its serious aspects
appeared remote, unreal. I never gave them a thought. I have paid for it
since then, I want you to believe that. I have had my glance into the
abyss. In loss of confidence and self-respect, in bitter self-abasement I
have paid, and I am sure the result of it all will be to make me a better
man, a man more worthy to be Evelyn's husband.
God grant it, my boy. (gets to his feet) I want to thank you for
the confidence you placed in your father by making a frank appeal to me
when you got in this trouble. It shows you regard me not only as a father
but as a friend; and that is the way I would have it.
have always urged me to come to you and be frank about everything; and I
always have and always will. I had to have the money and I thought I owed
it to you to be open and aboveboard and not start in deceiving you at this
late day. I couldn't get it in any other way very well. Two hundred
dollars is quite a sum for a college student to raise at a moment's
to good humor) The wages of sin are rather exorbitant.
was the only doctor I could find who would do that sort of thing. He knew
I was a college student and probably made inquiries about your financial
there you are. There was nothing for me to do but grin and pay. But as I
said in my letter this money is a loan. It would be unfair for me to make
you shoulder mymistakes.
Let's forget all about it. (He
holds out his hand
to Jack who clasps it
heartily.) All's well that ends well. You've learned your lesson. (The sound of a college cheer comes
faintly through the open
window.) And now shall we
join the others? That cheer wakens the old fever in me. I want to follow
the band and get singed by the Roman candles. (He
picks his straw hat from the
Yes, let's do that. (They
are going toward the door in the
rear when Joe Murray appears in
the doorway. Jack cannot repress an exclamation of
alarm and his
face grows pale.)
Jack with an
furious hatred) Look here,
Townsend, I gotta see yuh for a minute.
All right, Murray. You join the others, Dad, and I'll catch you in a few
struck by the change in his son's voice
looks questioningly at him,
asking an explanation. Jack turns away from
in, Murray, and have a seat. (Townsend
goes out. Murray slouches
to the middle of the room but
does not sit down. His fingers fumble
nervously at the buttons of his
coat. He notices
this and plunges his hands into
his coat pockets. He seems
endeavoring to restrain the
hatred and rage which the spasmodic
working of his features
show to be boiling within him.)
in arranging the
things on the
can go no further.)
without looking at
him) Anything I can do for you?
tones) Anything you
can do for me!
Yes; I'm in rather a hurry and if
it's nothing very important I'd be just as well pleased if you'd come some
You mayn't think so. It's not important to you, yuh(He
is stopped by a fit of violent coughing
his thin body.)
come here looking for trouble, Murray. You better wait until you've cooled
off. (then more kindly) What
is it you want to say to me? Out with it!
mouth on his
I'll out with it, damn yuh!standing
there so cooldressed
in swell clothesand
all these other gods(choking)
and Nellieand Nellie
toward him) Yes, Nellie?
She's dead. (in a transport of
rage) You killed her,
yuh dirty murderer!
as if he
did not understand)
Dead? No, no, you don't mean that. She wrote to me everything was all
right. Dead? (As he
speaks he backs away from Murray
in horror and stumbles
against one of the Morris
chairs. He sits down in it
it's impossible. (fiercely) It's a lie!
What scheme is this of yours? You're trying to frighten me.
She's dead, I tell yuh, dead! She died this morning.
to believe) She
died this morning? (in a
dazed voice) But why didn't sheI didn't know(stares straight before him) God!
didn't she let yuh know, yuh mean? She wrote to yuh, she told me she did;
and yuh knew she was sick and never answered it. She might'a lived if she
thought yuh cared, if she heard from yuh; but she knew yuh were tryin' to
git rid of her.
for God's sake! I know I should have written. I meant to write but
kept sayin': "I wanta die. I don't wanta live!" (furiously) But I'll fix
yuh! I'll make yuh pay.
turns to him quickly) What
do you mean?
give me any of that. Yuh know what I mean. Yuh know how she died. (fiercely)
Yuh know who killed her.
looking at Murray) How she
died? Killed her? I don't understand
lic! She was murdered and yuh know it.
and you murdered her.
I? What? I murdered?Are
your dirty skunk of a doctor.
back in his chair with a groan) Ooh!
fierce scorn) Yuh thought yuh
didn't yuh, with me away from home? Yuh c'd go out and pitch the
she lyin' dead! Yuh c'd ruin her and throw her down and no one say a word
because yuh're a swell college guy and captain of the team, and she ain't
good enough for yuh to marry. She's goin' to have a kid, your
kid, and because yuh're too
rotten to act like a man, yuh send her to a faker of a doctor to be
killed; and she does what yuh say because she loves yuh; and yuh don't
even think enough of her to answer her letter (sobbing)
when she's dyin' on account of
with difficulty) Shetold
a word! (proudly) She
died game; she wasn't no coward. I tried every way I knew how to git her
to tell me but she wouldn't. Not a word outa her against you. (choking
with angry sobs) And youand
what I thought was best for her.
sneaked out like a coward because yuh thought she wasn't good enough. (with
a sneer) Yuh think yuh c'n get away with that stuff and then marry some goil of
your own kind, I s'pose,some goil like I seen yuh come in with tonight. (vindictively)
But yuh won't; not if I have to go to hell for it! (A pause.
Jack is silent, breathing hard. His eyes are haunted,
of despair, as he vainly
seeks to escape from the remorse which is torturing him. The faint sound
of the college cheer, then of the band, comes from the open window. From
this point to the end these sounds are continuous, the band only being
silenced to permit the giving of the cheer, and as the action progresses
they become more and more distinct.)
in the same vindictive tones) I've
always hated yuh since yuh first come to the house. I've always hated all
your kind. Yuh come here to school and yuh think yuh c'n do as yuh please
with us town people. Yuh treat us like servants, an' what are you, I'd
like to know?a
lot of lazy no-good dudes spongin' on your old men; and the goils, our
goils, think yuh're grand! (Jack
is staring at the floor, his head bowed, and does not seem to hear him.)
knew somethin' would happen. I told Nellie to look out, and she laughed.
When the old lady sent for me and I come home and saw Nellie and she
wouldn't leave me go for a doctor, I had a hunch what was wrong. She
wouldn't say nothin' but I got our doc, not the one you sent her to, and
he told me just what I thought and said she was goin' to die. (raging)
If I'd seen yuh that minute I'd
killed yuh. I knew it was you but I couldn't prove it. Then one of the
kids got scared and told me Nellie'd sent her to your doc for medicine
when she first took sick. I bought a gun and the kid showed me where he
was. I shoved the gun in his face and he owned up and told me about you.
He offered me money, lots of it, to keep my mouth shut, and I took itthe
money he'd got from
money! (with a savage grin) An' I'll keep my mouth shutmaybe!
eyes lighting up with agleam of hope, turns eagerly to Murray) Listen,
Murray! This affair is unspeakably horrible, and I ameverything
you say; but I want youyou
must believe I honestly thought I was acting for the best in having the
operation performed. That it has turned out so tragically is terrible. You
cannot realize how I am suffering. I feel as if I were what you called mea
murderer. (brokenly) It is horrible, horrible! The thought of it
will torture me all my life.
don't bring her back to life. Yuh're too late!
Too late! What do you mean? You haven't told anyone? You haven't
I left his office I went home andshe
was dead. Then I come up here lookin' for you. I wanted to kill yuh, butI
not worth gittin' hung for. (with a cruel grin) I c'n see a better
way of fixin' yuh,one
that'll get yuh right.
to himself) You haven't told anyone?
the difference? There's plenty of time. I know.
to steady his voice which is trembling with apprehension) Murray, for
your own sake, for your dead sister's good name, for your family's sake
you must keep this thing quiet. I do not plead for myself. I am willing to
have you punish me individually in any way you see fit; but there are
others, innocent ones, who will suffer.
was innocent, too, before you
him) My mother and father, my sister, Ev(bites
back the name) This would kill my mother if she knew. They are
innocent. Do not revenge yourself on them.
You killed my sister.
will you keep saying that? You know it was an accident; that I would
gladly have given my own life rather than have it happen. And you must
keep silent. I will do anything you want, I tell you! (He goes close to
Murray.) You say the doctor gave you money? I'll give you ten times as
much as he did. (Murray's face grows livid.) I'll see that you get
so much a year for the rest of your
life. My father is rich. We'll get you a good position, do everything you
wish, (breaking down) only
do not punish the innocent.
a terrible cry of rage he
revolver from the pocket of his coat. Before he can
pull the trigger Jack
seizes his wrist. There is
a short struggle. Jack
takes the revolver away from him and lays it on the
table. Murray has
a violent attack of coughing. He recovers
and is slinking toward the door
when Jack suddenly
picks up the
revolver from the table and holds it
out to him.)
take it! I was a fool to stop you. Let the thing end with me and leave the
It's too good for yuh. (He
has edged stealthily nearer and nearer the door and with a final spring gains
the safety of the dark
hallway. He shouts back) I'm
goin' to the p'lice station. D'yuh hear, yuh dirty bard!
To the p'lice station! (His quick footsteps can
be heard as he runs out. Jack
makes a movement as if to
follow him but stops and sits down heavily by the table, laying
the revolver on it.
He hears the band and the cheers of the paraders who have evidently just
invaded that section of the campus.
to the windows, closes them,
and pulls down the shades. The band is playing
a march song and the students are singing.
Jack groans and hides his face
in his hands. The parade is
about to pass by his windows. The glare
of the red fire glows
dully on the window shades. Jack
springs up and rushes into his
bedroom on the right. Several students crowd in the doorway
from the ball.)
ran away. (All go out
laughing and shouting. The band stops playing. Jack
comes out from the bedroom, his face
drawn with agony.
The cheerleader's voice can be
heard shouting "He ran
away but if we give him a cheer, he'll hear us. A long cheer for Townsend,
fellows! Hip! Hip!")
window crying brokenly) No!
No! For God's sake! (The
first part of the cheer booms out. He reels to
the table and sees the revolver
lying there. He snatches it up and presses it to his temple. The report is
drowned by the cheering. He falls
forward on his face, twitches,
nine long rahs) Rah!
Rah! Rah! Townsend! Townsend! Townsend! (The
up: "For He's A Jolly Good Fellow." The students commence to
sing. The parade moves off
again. Evelyn appears in
the doorway to the rear.)
It's all right now, dear. You can come out of hiding. (She blinks for a moment blinded by the light; then comes into the
room and sees the bodyin terror) Jack! What's
the matter? (She rushes over
and kneels beside him; then faints as she sees the blood on his temples,
the revolver still clutched in his right hand. She falls on the floor
voices growing gradually fainter) For
he's a jolly good fellow, which nobody can deny.