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Title: The Turn of the Road - A Play in Two Scenes and an Epilogue
Author: Mayne, Rutherford, 1878-1967
Language: English
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THE TURN OF THE ROAD.
A PLAY IN TWO SCENES
AND AN EPILOGUE. BY
RUTHERFORD MAYNE.
MAUNSEL & CO., Limited,
DUBLIN. 1907.
_This play was produced in Belfast, December 1906, by the
Ulster Literary Theatre. (All acting rights reserved by the
Author.)_
_To LEWIS PURCELL_
_In remembrance of his kindly aid and criticism._
CHARACTERS:
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN, a farmer.
MRS. GRANAHAN, his wife.
SAMUEL JAMES, } their sons.
ROBBIE JOHN, }
ELLEN, their daughter.
THOMAS GRANAHAN, father of Wm. John Granahan.
JOHN GRAEME, a farmer.
JANE, his daughter.
MR. TAYLOR, a Creamery Manager.
A TRAMP FIDDLER.
THE SCENE throughout is laid in the Kitchen of William John
Granahan's house in the County of Down.
TIME.--The Present Day.
A month elapses between Scenes I. and II.
THE TURN OF THE ROAD.
SCENE I.
A farm kitchen of the present day. Door at back, opening to
yard, and window with deal table on which are lying dishes
and drying cloths with basin of water. A large crock under
table. A dresser with crockery, etc., stands near to another
door which opens into living rooms. Opposite there is a
fireplace with projecting breasts, in which a turf fire is
glowing. Time, about eight of a summer evening in July. Mrs.
Granahan and Ellen are engaged at table washing and drying
the plates after the supper. Thomas Granahan, the
grandfather, is seated at fire place and has evidently just
finished his stirabout. The strains of a quaint folk-air
played on a violin, sound faintly from the inner room.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Is that the whole of them now Ellen?
ELLEN.
Yes that's all now but one.
[She goes across to grandfather and lifts
the plate.]
Have you finished granda?
GRANDFATHER.
Yes dearie I have done.
[He pauses and fumbles for his pipe, &c.]
Is'nt that a fiddle I'm hearing?
ELLEN.
Yes. Robbie's playing the fiddle in the low room.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Arranging plates on dresser and turning
round.]
I wish some one would stop that boy's fool nonsense wi' his fiddle.
He's far too fond o' playin'. It would stand him better to mind his
work.
[Calls.]
Robbie!
[Louder.]
D'you hear me Robbie?
ELLEN.
Oh, let the boy be, mother. Its the first time I've heard him at it
this week.
GRANDFATHER.
Och aye. Let the boy enjoy himself. You're only young wanst you know,
Mary.
ELLEN.
I think it must be a great thing to be a great musician. Sometimes I
believe Robbie should try his luck with that fiddle of his. Somehow
I know--I feel he _is_ a genius at it.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
What notions you do have to be sure. To think of a big grown man like
Robbie John spending his life-time at an old fiddle.
[Sharply.]
Blathers and nonsense. Its time that boy was out lookin' at the
cattle.
[Calls.]
Are you there Robbie?
[Louder.]
Robbie John.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[From without. The fiddle ceases suddenly
and he comes and stands with it in his
hand at the door.]
Aye.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
You'd better go down to the low field and see the cattle haven't
broken through into Aura Boyd's corn. You couldn't keep them beasts
in when the flies gets at them.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Just one second till I try this again.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Now, will you go when I tell you. You and your ould fiddle. It'll be
the death of you yet. Mind what I say.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Coming through door and standing there.]
Bad cess to the cattle and Aura Boyd.
GRANDFATHER.
He's a tarr'ble unneighbourly man.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
He's a cross grained man right enough, but it wouldn't do to have the
cattle trampin' and eatin' his corn.
ROBBIE JOHN.
I was down there only ten minutes ago when you sent me, and they were
eatin' there quite peaceable.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Now will you go Robbie John when your mother wants you. Aura Boyd sent
over here this forenoon to say if that Kerry cow broke into his field
again he'd have the law agin us.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Och, he's a cross ould cratur. Sure, she had only one foot through the
hedge when he turned her.
[He sees mother is getting impatient.]
All right; I'm away.
[He goes back into room, leaves fiddle
there, comes into kitchen again and
goes out by door to yard.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
He's as ill to drive as the ould mare to meetin' a Sundays.
[She goes and looks through door into
room.]
Look at the time it is and your father and Samuel James niver back yet
Ellen. They're terrible late o' comin'.
ELLEN.
Och, I suppose they've met some dealer at the fair and are driving a
hard bargain as usual.
GRANDFATHER.
I wonner if they got that foal red off their hands yet. It'll be a
job I'm thinkin'. He was a miserable baste, and tarr'ble broken in
the wind.
ELLEN.
Och, trust father to make that all right. I heard Mr. Taylor, of the
creamery, say that father could sell you skim milk for cream, better
than any man he knew.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Seating herself at chair beside table at
back.]
Oh, aye. It's easy for _him_ to talk, but money's hard o' makin', and
if people's soft it's their own fault. Only I hope they've no' taken
any drink.
GRANDFATHER.
It's no fault in a good man if he does take a half-un.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Now, don't you be startin' to talk that way. It's always the way with
them dailers. Muddle the good man's head with whiskey, and then _do_
him.
ELLEN.
[Standing nonchalantly at table facing
front with hands resting on it.]
They'll not muddle father much I'm thinkin'. Besides, Samuel James is
with him.
GRANDFATHER.
Samuel James is a cunnin' rascal.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Don't you miscall my son Mr. Granahan. He's a canny good son and
works hard, and is worth more than half-a-dozen men like Robbie
John. They'll no put their finger in his eye.
[Goes to door back.]
Bliss my heart there's that sow among the kale. Shoo!
[She goes out and is heard shouting.]
ELLEN.
[Laughing.]
That poor sow. It has the times of it.
[Robbie John enters and sits down near
grandfather.]
GRANDFATHER.
Well, son; what about the cattle?
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Weariedly.]
Och, they're all right. I knowed they'd be all right. It's always the
way.
GRANDFATHER.
[Soothingly.]
They are a terrible newsance, indeed, Robbie.
ROBBIE JOHN.
But that's not what troubles me. Why can't mother leave me alone for
just a few minutes till I get some time to myself at the fiddle. I
niver touch it but I'm taken away and sent off somewhere.
ELLEN.
[Seating herself at chair beside Robbie
John.]
Don't be cross with her Robbie, dear. She's anxious about the cattle.
ROBBIE JOHN.
But, Ellen, look here. Any time I can get to have just a tune on that
fiddle, someone's sure to take me away from it. Father sends me out to
mend gaps that were mended, or cut turf that was cut, or fodder horses
that were foddered. And when he's away and I might have some chance,
mother does the same. Here I've been workin' for the past week, day in
and day out, and the very first chance I get, I must run after the
cattle or somethin'.
[Despondently,]
Nobody has any feelin' for me here at all.
GRANDFATHER.
Now, now; Robbie. It's all for your own good, son, she does it.
ELLEN.
And we feel for him, don't we Grand-da? You mustn't look so cross,
Robbie. You know that they think you're too much wrapped up in that
fiddle of yours, and they want to break you off it.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Determinedly.]
That they never will; never.
ELLEN.
[Coaxingly.]
Oh! look grandfather at the cross Robbie.
GRANDFATHER.
[Gazing amusedly at Robbie John.]
Indeed, Robbie, you look like them prize fightin' men ye see up in the
town.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Well, there; is that any better.
[He smiles half bitterly.]
ELLEN.
A wee bit. I wish Jennie Graeme seen you with that face. You wouldn't
get your arm round her so easy then; would he Grand-da?
GRANDFATHER.
A bonny wee girl she is, and has a fine farm and land comin' till her.
[Aside.]
Boys a dear but these musicians gets the fine weemin.
ROBBIE JOHN.
There, there; and creamery managers sometimes gets them too, Grand-da.
GRANDFATHER.
Indeed, that Taylor man will get a body can cook sowans anyway.
ELLEN.
[Looking through window.]
Here's mother.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Enters and sits down exhausted on chair
at side of table next door.]
That sows a torment. I just had her out and back she doubles again.
She just has me fair out of wind turnin' her out.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Rising and making toward door into room.]
I can go and have some practisin' now.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Robbie John, I seen the carts comin' up the loanin'. Your father will
be in, in no time. He'll no be pleased to see you han'lin' that,
[pointing to the fiddle.]
just when he comes back.
[Starts up as if suddenly reminded.]
I must go and get them eggs counted.
[Goes out again through door to yard.]
ELLEN.
Aye, Robbie; don't take it. He'll just think you've been playin' that
all the time he was away. And he's always that cross after markets,
you couldn't stand him.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Sitting down again.]
You're right. I don't want another talkin' to like the last one; but
its hard.
[He takes up a stick from fuel beside fireplace
and starts whittling it. The rattle of carts
is heard. Samuel James passes the window and
walks in. He is partially intoxicated, enough
only to make him talkative.]
ELLEN.
Well, how did the fair go off?
[Samuel James takes off his overcoat, flings
it on back of chair beside dresser and sits
down heavily.]
Ah! you've been takin' a drop, as usual.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Scowls at this but does not deny.]
The fair. Oh, it was great value. Sure grand-da he sould the foal for
thirty poun'.
GRANDFATHER.
[Astonished]
Boys a dear but William John Granahan bates the divil. And who took
her?
SAMUEL JAMES.
There was a cavalryman bought her. Boys but Da is the hard man to
plaze. We stopped at Muc Alanan's on the way home and met William John
McKillop there, and he toul' the oul' man he was a fool to let a good
horse go at that price, for he was lookin' all roads to give him
thirty poun' for it; only he couldn't get in time for the sale.
GRANDFATHER.
[Incredulously.]
Who did you say? McKillop?
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Laughing.]
Aye.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Smiling.]
Sure McKillop hasn't two sov'rins in the wide world. He was only
takin' a rise out of Da.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Sure I knowed the ould Yahoo hadn't the price of a nanny-goat. But
of course, Da tuk it all in for gospel. And me sittin' listenin to
him tellin' ould McKillop what a grand action the foal had and the
shoulders the baste had, and the way it could draw thirty hundred up
Killainey hill without a pech.
GRANDFATHER.
[Astonished.]
William John Granahan makes a tarr'ble fine Sunday School teacher.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Grinning.]
But to see ould McKillop sittin' there as solemn as a judge, drinkin'
it all in as if gospel and winkin' at me on the sly, the ould rascal,
and cursin' his luck at losin' such a bargain.
[The voice of William John Granahan can be
heard inviting some one to come on. The
strains of a fiddle played by uncertain
but unmistakeably professional hands,
sounds from the same direction.]
ELLEN.
[Looking out through window into yard.]
Who's that father has got with him Samuel James? Oh such a dirty
looking man!
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Chuckling.]
Da got ahoult of him at Buckna cross roads and right or wrong he'd
have him home wi' him to show Robbie John what fiddlin' brings a man
till.
ELLEN.
[Severely.]
Its my mind that you and father have been stayin' too long in the
public house, Samuel James.
[William John Granahan and tramp fiddler
can be seen outside window.]
Look at them--comin' in! oh my; wait till mother sees the pair of
them.
[William John Granahan comes in leading
a ragged looking bearded tramp with
an old fiddle tucked under his arm.]
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Now we're hame, and we'll get a drop to drink and a bite to eat, Mr.
Fiddler.
[He goes over to fireplace and stands
with his back to the fire.]
Take a sate at the fire and warm yourself.
[No one offers a seat to the tramp who
stands puzzled looking and swaying in
a drunken manner in the kitchen,
slightly in front of Samuel James, who
remains seated beside dresser engaged
in taking off his leggings.]
Ellen. Get us a drop o' tay and give this poor misguided cratur
somethin' to eat.
ELLEN.
[Moves over to dresser and then stands at
door into room. She evidently disapproves
of the tramp and does not offer to obey.
The grandfather rises in disgust and
moves his chair nearer the fireplace
away from the tramp.]
TRAMP.
[To Ellen.]
Your pardon noble lady, I intrude. Your pardon signor I incommode you.
Times change and so do men. Ladies and gentlemen behold in me the one
time famous leader of the Blue Bohemian Wind and String Band that had
the honour of appearing before all the crowned heads of Europe.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
God bless me, d'you say so mister? D'ye hear that Robbie John.
There's a fiddler for you and see what comes of it.
TRAMP.
Perhaps with your permission I may venture to play you a few extracts
from my repertoire. I can play to suit all tastes from a simple
country ballad to a concerto by Brahms or the great Russian composer
Tschaikouski.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Openmouthed.]
Them Rooshians has the tarr'ble names!
TRAMP.
Firstly I shall play that touching little ballad I heard Monsieur here
warble so sweetly as we rolled homeward on his chariot. If I play he
accompanies me with voice. Ne'st ce pas, Monsieur?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Nervously.]
Is your mother out Ellen?
ELLEN.
She's lookin' after the hens I think. She won't hear you.
[William John Granahan starts singing
two verses of a folk song, the tramp
accompanying meanwhile with fiddle,
always putting in an extra flourish.
The rest all join, even the grandfather
beats time with a stick. The door opens
and Mrs. Granahan appears seemingly
astonished at the uproar. All
suddenly cease singing and try to appear
innocent, except the tramp, who
goes on playing. He suddenly notices
the cessation.]
TRAMP.
Bravo. A most exquisite little air and beautifully rendered.
[He stops short on seeing Mrs. Granahan
who stands glaring at him arms akimbo.]
Your pardon madam. You are the mistress I take it of this most noble
and hospitable house.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Ignoring him and going to centre of
floor where she looks angrily at
William John Granahan who endeavours
to appear unconcerned.]
You should be well ashamed of yourself William John Granahan. What
will they say about you in the Session I wonner next Sabbath day.
D'you think my house is a home for all the dirt and scum of the
country side?
TRAMP.
Your pardon madam. You owe me an apology. Appearances belie me but
scum I am not. I was at one time the well known and justly famous
leader of the Blue Bohemian Wind and String--
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Wind and string fiddlesticks. Out you go. Out you will go. I want
no tramps in here upsettin' my house and makin' it the talk of the
neighbours. Out you go at once.
TRAMP.
[With drunken pride.]
I thrust my company on no man or woman uninvited.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Out you go. I want no excuses. Put him out of this Samuel James.
[Samuel James eludes his mother's eye
and beckons the tramp to stay on.]
The drunken wretch comin' in here. A nice place you'd have it William
Granahan with your fine company.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
I brought him home here as a tarr'ble and awful warnin' to Robbie John
what this sort of an occupation brings a man till. Yon see him Robbie
John. There's you're great fiddlin' for you. Be warned in time.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[The tramp moves to the door. Robbie
John rises and goes across to him and
taps him on the shoulder.]
Here.
[Slips him money.]
God bless you poor wanderin' soul and God forbid any Granahan should
ever be treated as you have been.
TRAMP.
Sir, I thank you.
[Coming back to him and confidentially.]
Perhaps I could yet please your ears with a romanza which I composed
myself--
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Away with you out of this. We want none of your music here.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[To tramp.]
Why don't you give up playin' that fiddle of yours and turn your hand
to honest work?
TRAMP.
[Proudly.]
Desert my fiddle. The fiddle presented to me at Vienna by my
orchestra! A genuine old Cremona 200 years old! Rather would I wander
in Hades for ever. Never! Though cruel words stab and wound me.
[Half sobbing.]
Farewell.
[All remain quiet. The strains of a melancholy
air like a serenade come from outside. It
slowly dies away in the distance. Robbie John
moves forward as if to go out.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Sharply.]
Robbie John. Where are you going? Don't dare to leave the house.
My son going out to keep company with the likes of that dirty
rapscallion.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Ah mother pity the poor wretch. Every word you said to him cut and
wounded me to the quick. Did you not see the tears in his eyes for
all his fine talk. I should like to know more about him.
SAMUEL JAMES.
If you went to the sergeant at the barrack, I warrant ye he could tell
you more about him.
[He bends down as if to catch the sound
of the fiddling which grows very faint.]
Listen!
[Robbie John moves to door and opens it.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Angrily.]
Where are you going?
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Rapt.]
Listen.
[He holds his hand for silence. Then
quickly goes out.]
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[To get into his wife's good graces.]
Well Mary the foal's sould at last.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
I've a crow to pluck wi' you over that same foal, William Granahan. I
suppose they did you as usual.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Getting angry.]
Nine and thirty year ha'e I gone till market and no man, woman, child,
dog or divil ever got the better of me in a bargain yet and right well
you know it.
[With pride.]
I soul' the foal for thirty poun' not a ha'penny less.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Doubtfully.]
I hope you ha'e it all wi' you.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
I ha'e it all but two shillin' and wan penny.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
And can you account for them?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Woman dear would you ha'e me go and come to market wi'out a ha'penny
in my pocket? Have some gumption about ye.
[In a loud angry voice.]
I'm danged but the next time I make a good bargain, I'll go and ha'e a
week to myself in Newcastle or Belfast. I'm young enow yet.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
There. Stop your fool talk in front of the children and go and change
your clothes.
GRANDFATHER.
It was a good price indeed.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Slily.]
Yes. He soul' it for thirty poun' and William John McKillop lookin'
all roads to give him forty for it.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Angrily and stamping his foot.]
Will you houl' your tongue you blatterin' blatherin' idiot. Bad scran
to ye for a meddle--
[He goes forward to go into room and aims
a box on the ears at Samuel James who
retreats to table and watches him go
through door followed by Mrs. Granahan.
A noise of voices in angry argument is
heard.]
SAMUEL JAMES.
Now he'll catch it. If I had been Da I would ha'e kept back five poun'
and toul' her I soul' it for twenty-five, but the ould man's that
honest, he knows no better.
[Robbie John enters. He goes to seat
himself in his old position but
stops a moment when spoken to, and
then in a petulant manner takes his
seat on hearing the speech.]
Well Robbie and what d'ye think of his great object lesson till ye.
It was me put it intil Da's head. I thought there might be a bit o'
value.
[Chuckles.]
ELLEN.
There. I just thought it was you did it.
[She comes and sits down again beside table
at left. Samuel James seats himself on
table carelessly and swings his legs under.]
You're a schemer that's what you are.
GRANDFATHER.
Aye. There's a dale of the crook in ye Samuel James. You're deeper nor
one would think.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Suddenly to Robbie John.]
I seen Jenny Graeme at the market to-day Robbie.
[Robbie John does not answer, being evidently
shy.]
Oh well, maybe you're no interested in her.
[To Ellen.]
Man there was a fine lock o' cattle at the fair, Ellen.
ELLEN.
I'm sure there was. Who else did you see?
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Unwillingly but unable to restrain his
jealousy.]
Who was with her? Who left her home?
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Nodding slily to Ellen.]
Young M'Donnell o' the Hill head was looking after her pretty close.
ELLEN.
[Glancing at Robbie and then at Samuel
James and smiling.]
He's a very nice young man.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Savagely.]
I wish her luck wi' yon booby.
SAMUEL JAMES.
There's nothin' the matter wi' him. He has a nice place and a fine
farm forbye.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Farms and cattle and crops don't make a fine man.
GRANDFATHER.
Deed now Robbie, they goes a long ways.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[To himself.]
Better nor bows and fiddles and such trash.
[To Robbie John.]
I heerd up at Bann to-day, that ye won three poun' at the Feis at
Newcastle a Monday.
ELLEN.
I knew that on Tuesday. It was fine of Robbie wasn't it?
SAMUEL JAMES.
It all depends. Da heard it for the first time to-day and I can tell
you it didn't seem fine to him. Coorse a poun' or two would ha'e made
a differ o' opinion same as it done wi' you I expect.
ELLEN.
You needn't sneer at me. It was me told Robbie to keep it. He was
goin' to give it all up. I wouldn't be so mean as to take it off him.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Oh you're an unusual sort of young woman I know but if Robbie John
takes my advice, he better choose quick between playin' the fiddle
and stayin' on here.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Give up my fiddle. Never.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Well you can plaze yourself. I suppose you could make as much by
fiddlin' as if you stayed on here and waited till we had the place
divid among the three of us.
ELLEN.
Why I heard from Mr. Taylor that father was worth four or five hundred
pounds and then the two farms.
GRANDFATHER.
Aye. You'd be a long time Robbie John earnin' that wi' your fiddle.
Don't heed his fool talk son. Stay at home and nivir mind the
musicians.
ELLEN.
Robbie dear, and I'm sure Mr. Graeme would never let his daughter
marry a penniless fiddler--even if she would herself. I don't know.
She might and she--mightn't.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Rising from table and stretching himself.]
Coorse if he made a name for himself he could marry the landlord's
daughter. I heerd the quality go mad after the musicianers.
[Makes to door.]
Well I'm going to wash my hands.
[Goes out to yard.]
GRANDFATHER.
Robbie dear. Come here.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Aye. What is it?
GRANDFATHER.
Take heed till yourself. I know what's going on better nor you. Take
an ould man's advice. Settle yourself down and give up that string
instrument. Coorse I daresay you may go and become a great man wi' it
but you're more like to become a cratur like thon that was in as not.
There's no good runnin' risks. And your father, I heerd him say
himself, if you make your bed, you'll lie on it, for he'll nivir help
you out, once you take to the fiddlin'.
ELLEN.
Aye Robbie. Its far better not to run the risk of becoming a beggar
man.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Well I'll think over it Ellen. I'll think over it.
GRANDFATHER.
Robbie, come out wi' me.
[The two go out by door into yard.
William John and Mrs. Granahan come
in arguing excitedly.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Well you can ha'e the poun' if you like, but I can tell you its a sore
pinch to make things do, what with the price of the sugar riz up and
the flour.
[Samuel James comes in. He takes in
the situation and seats himself again
on the table near Ellen who remains
still seated beside it.]
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
There. That's enough to do about it.
[He goes over to armchair but does not sit
down and remains facing Mrs. Granahan.]
Twenty nine poun' you'll get and no more.
[Emphatically.]
Min' that.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
I'll min' it right enough William Granahan. And its a sore time I have
trying to keep in wi' one hand what you lavish out wi' the other.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Nudging Ellen slily.]
I was talking by the way to Mrs. McCrum the milliner, mother, to-day,
and she said to give you word she'd have your new tay gown ready for
you a Tuesday week.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Triumphantly.]
There you are ma'am. There you are. Keepin' it in wi' one hand were
you? Faith if I know anything you lather it out wi both hands and
feet. You want to rob me of me one poun' do ye? And all for an ould
tay gown!
[Contemptuously.]
A tay gown!
ELLEN.
[Maliciously.]
A taygown's not expensive.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Oh indeed now? Hach. You'll be wantin' one next I suppose. A nice
house this is, where a man couldn't get keepin' as much as would buy
him an ounce o' tobaccy.
[Viciously.]
Man I do hate this hypockerisy.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
I'll not talk any more till ye, William Granahan. You're full o' drink
and bad tongued.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
If you say any more till me, I'll smash all the crockery in the house.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Come out Ellen to the creamery and maybe when we come in, he'll be a
bit cooler in the head.
[She hurries out followed by Ellen through
door to yard.]
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[To Samuel James.]
She's a tarr'ble woman your mother when she's started. But I'm much
obliged to you Samuel James for the mention o' that tay gown. By me
sang, but that turned the enemy's flank.
[Laughs.]
I'm danged but you're the boy.
[Gratefully.]
Heth you saved me a poun' anyway.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Rising and going over sheepishly to him.]
You'll not forget me Da? will you?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Suspiciously.]
Na.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Well ye might gie us a part o' it.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
How much dy'e want?
SAMUEL JAMES.
Twelve shillin'.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Would you take the very boots off me feet. Where would I get ye twelve
shillin'.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Out o' the poun' o' coorse. Where else?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Grumblingly.]
You're askin' ower much. If it was a saxpence
[Samuel James shrugs his shoulders.]
or a shillin'
[Samuel James shrugs more emphatically.]
or two shillin'?
SAMUEL JAMES.
No.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
or half a crown?
SAMUEL JAMES.
No.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
I'd think nothing of lendin' them till ye. But twelve shillin'! Would
three shillin' no' do?
SAMUEL JAMES.
No. It won't. Either give me the twelve shillin' or I'll tell her
about your conduck--
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
There. There it is an bad scran to ye. To think o' me walkin' ten mile
to the fair and back and arguin' wi' dailers and chates of all kinds
and gettin thirty poun' for a baste I wouldn't buy myself for thirty
shillin' and only gettin' eight shillin' out o' it.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Whistling and counting money delightedly.]
Aye. Its a hard world and no mistake.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Excitedly.]
I'll go down to the shough and drown myself I will.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Na. Go to MucAlanan's and drown yerself.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
I'm danged but you're right. Na. Na. She'll hear me goin' out by the
gate.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Boys but you're the poor hearted man. Well I'm away.
[He makes to door.]
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Where now?
SAMUEL JAMES.
To Courdy Williamson's for the loan of a monkey wrinch for the new
machine. The hay's for cuttin' the morrow.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Oh aye. An you'll be for coortin' that young imp of a daughter o' his
I warrant ye. Were you there yisterday forenoon?
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Somewhat taken aback.]
Yis. Why d'ye ask?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Oh nothin'. Only I hadn't a sowl to help me wi' them cattle.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Well wasn't Robbie John at home? What ailed him he couldn't help ye?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Look you here Samuel James.
[Samuel James comes back nearer.]
I've been worried wi' that boy this long time.
[Samuel James nods approvingly.]
I've made up my mind to-day after seein' yon scarecrow we met at
Buckna cross roads, Robbie John aither mends himself or he goes out
o' this.
SAMUEL JAMES.
You're right Da. You hae stud his goings on a long time. I think ye do
well to stop him. It's only doin' him a kindness.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
I'll just ask him to burn it when he comes in. If he won't, he can
just plaze himself. I'll hae no more to do wi' him.
[Suddenly.]
I wunner what his mother would say to that?
SAMUEL JAMES.
She' just as tired of it as you are. Wait; I'll call her in.
[Goes to door back and shouts.]
Are you there ma'am?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Without.]
Aye.
[She comes to door, opens it and stands
looking inquiringly at both of them.]
Well?
SAMUEL JAMES.
Da's just been talkin' about Robbie John, and he wants you to hear
what he says.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Robbie John's an idle useless paghle. He'll aither mend himself or go
out o' this.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Sharply.]
Mend yourself first, me good man.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Its not like as if he tuk a drop o' drink or fell in wi' bad company,
for you'll get quet o' drink and bad company if you hae no money.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Slily.]
It was mother and I larnt you that.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Snappishly.]
Will you hould your tongue.
[To Mrs. Granahan.]
When he might ha' been lookin after the cattle or the pigs or somethin
else, where is he? Up in the loft playin that damnation fiddle o' his.
Night an mornin' he's at it.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Deed and he's doin badly by it and no mistake. He's not been worth a
ha' penny till us, this last six months. I think you do right just to
stop him.
SAMUEL JAMES.
I heerd he won three poun' at the Feis last Monday at Newcastle.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
There you are. And he never offered me one ha'penny o' it. Me that
brought him up and raired and fed him. Them that plays the fiddle
comes to no good end, I can tell ye.
[Reminiscently and with a sort
of shame-faced pride.]
Not but I wasn't the great man at it myself wanst. And you were the
girl that could ha' danced to it Mary. But thank God I quet it.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Curiously.]
Why?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
I might ha took to drink and bad company and the like.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
You're no rid o' that yet William Granahan. Ye mind what way ye come
home last Bann Fair on top o' the bread cart.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Slily.]
Yis. And the way the Scarva man done him out o' the price o' the two
pigs.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
That's one thing I can't get over. Was it in a public house ye met
him?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
There. There. Thats enough to do about it. I hear enough about
drinkin' from John Graeme every session day without you etarnally
at it.
[Robbie John and Grandfather enter. They
evidently understand from the looks of
those present that something important
is talked of.]
Where's that fiddle of yours Robbie John? Bring it to me.
[Robbie John looks curiously at him and
then at Samuel James. He goes into room
and brings it out. He holds it in his
hands and looks suspiciously at the
father.]
Now Robbie John listen to what I and your mother have thought about
this. For our sake and your own we want you to give up that accursed
thing and put it from you.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Why? What harm does it do you or me?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
It makes you negleck your work. It makes you think o' things you
shouldn't think o'. It makes you loss slape o' nights sitting up an
playin' and then you can't rise in the mornin'. When you should be
polissin the harness, or mendin' a ditch, or watchin' the cattle, or
feedin' the poultry, you've got this thing in your hand and practisin'
on it.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Indignantly.]
Its not true. I don't do these things. I--
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Now will you atten' to your duties and give up this playin'. What good
will it ever do ye? Ye seen what it brought yon man till that was in
here. It's a tarrible warnin' till ye.
ROBBIE JOHN.
The fiddle didn't make him what he is. The drink did that.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Scornfully.]
Aye. The leader of an ould circus band or somethin' like.
[Getting excited.]
I'd just do wi that as I'd do with a sarpint. Trample it under my
heels.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Threateningly.]
Dare to put a hand on it. I'll kill the first man tries to.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Angrily.]
You dar' talk that way to your father!
[Soothingly.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Now Robbie dear. Don't be gettin' on that way.
GRANDFATHER.
Robbie my son mind what I was tellin' ye. Its better to bear it if you
can my son. Its a hard thing but you can take my word for it, you'll
no regret it.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Sadly.]
I had o' coorse a will drawn up and signed by 'torney McAllan and was
for lavin' ye nice an' comfortable when I was to be takin' away.
[He breaks down.]
Robbie, Robbie, my son, sure its not my heart you're for breakin'.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Coorse I heerd from one o' the judges, Robbie, at the Feis that you
had the touch o' a master, and all that sort o' thing; but I advise
ye--
[Here the grandfather shakes his stick at
him threateningly.]
I advise ye--of coorse its hard to know.
GRANDFATHER.
[Looking angrily at Samuel James.]
Don't think o' that Robbie. Sure every man that plays a fiddle, thinks
he's a genius. Don't be led astray son.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Coaxingly.]
Aye. Your grand-da has sense wi' him Robbie. After all what about it.
Man there's that bonny wee lass waitin' for you over at Graemes. To
the fire wi' it.
[Robbie John hesitates. The grandfather
pats him approvingly. With bowed head he
goes forward to place it on the fire.]
CURTAIN.
SCENE II.
The same scene. Ellen and Mrs. Granahan seated near fire.
ELLEN.
So Mr. Graeme is comin' over here to settle matters with father to-day
do you say?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Yes child, he's comin' to-day.
ELLEN.
What is it all about?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Well I suppose he's anxious to see what money is comin' to Robbie
John. He doesn't want to throw his daughter away without askin'
questions. I expeck she's well enough to do to marry anyone she
likes, but he's a canny man.
ELLEN.
Well I suppose he's right. He must be anxious to see her well married.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Oh now between the two of them, Robbie John will be a sight better
off, nor your father and I, Ellen when we married.
ELLEN.
Robbie's a lucky man too. I never seen anyone as fond of him as she
is. I wonner when father will be goin' to see anyone about me?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Oh whist child, your time's comin'. Who was it left ye home from John
Graeme's temperance lecture?
ELLEN.
[Slily.]
That's a secret.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Knowingly.]
Not till me. He's a brave body anyway.
ELLEN.
Who?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Now you're the soft lassie. Who's the manager of the creamery up
beyont?
ELLEN.
[Unsuspectingly,]
Tom Taylor of course.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
And of coorse it was Tom Taylor left ye home.
[Knock at the door.]
Come in. Come in.
[Taylor enters.]
Why speak o' the divil--how d'ye do Mr. Taylor.
TAYLOR.
[He comes in, stands rather awkwardly
looking at Ellen, and then goes over
near them.]
Very well, thank you, ma'am.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
This is my daughter Ellen.
[Slily.]
I think ye met her afore.
TAYLOR.
[Shaking hands with Ellen, he detains her
hand for a second and then drops it.]
We did, I think, didn't we?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Knowingly.]
I just thought as much.
[Aside.]
Oh well, he's a brave body and would do rightly if the creamery does
the same.
[Suddenly to Taylor.]
Are ye coortin' any this weather Mr. Taylor?
TAYLOR.
[Taken aback. Then decides to laugh it
off.]
Well--eh--no. I'm not doin' much that way.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Incredulously.]
Oh indeed. Well I heerd otherwise. Its full time ye were lookin' about
for a wife. You'll be gettin' well on past thirty soon.
TAYLOR.
[Fidgeting uneasily.]
Oh I'm time enough for a couple of years or more. I want to look round
me a bit.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Well ye better look sharp, for you'll soon be getting too ould for
gettin' any sort of a dasint girl.
[Inquisitively.]
Ha'e ye anyone in your eye yet?
TAYLOR.
I have an account to pay your good man Mrs. Granahan.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Two poun' ten is due.
[Thinking.]
Aye. But I suppose you'll be now in what I would call a good way o'
doin'.
TAYLOR.
There was a five per cent. dividend this half year. The creamery's
goin' on well.
[Searching in pocket and getting out
account.]
Two pounds, nine and six, ma'am, beggin' your pardon.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Ach sure sixpence is naither here nor there to a creamery.
[Pauses.]
If that's the way you are, you could be married in a year's time and--
TAYLOR.
[Evidently desirous to lead conversation
off this topic.]
Here's the money, ma'am.
[He lays it down on the table and counts
it out.]
You'll do as well as Mr. Granahan, I suppose. You take all to do with
the money part I think.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Yes I do. You were at the lecture last Monday?
TAYLOR.
[Alarmed.]
What the divil--
[Suddenly to Mrs. Granahan and genially.]
Yes. Could you oblige me with a receipt ma'am?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Surely. Here Ellen, get me the pen and ink.
[Ellen goes into room.]
I suppose now there were some nice young weemin there--eh Mr. Taylor?
TAYLOR.
[Uneasily.]
Yes. And don't forget the stamp ma'am.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Ach sure a penny stamp's what you always carry wi' ye.
[Confidentially.]
I think shame on ye Mr. Taylor, triflin' wi' the poor girls. There's
no excuse for a man o' your age.
TAYLOR.
[Fidgeting.]
Well, well, I--Here's a stamp ma'am.
[Impatiently.]
I'm young enough yet. I don't want to marry yet awhile.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Well now I think ye'd be better o' some one to look after ye. There's
William John Granahan. _He's_ niver done bein' thankful since he
married. He says he doesn't know what he mightn't ha' been, if he
hadn't married _me_.
TAYLOR.
[Slily.]
I can quite believe _that_.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
It was a good job for him, I can tell ye. For what wi' goin' to dances
and the like and public houses, he was for making a nice mess o'
himself.
[Confidentially.]
And between you and me, Ellen will no' be so badly off aither when he
goes.
[Ellen comes in and puts paper, &c on
table.]
TAYLOR.
Here's the stamp ma'am.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Not noticing.]
And there's a girl for you Mr. Taylor, that we spent a dale o' time
over, and was brought up most careful. She's none o' your or'nary
girls.
ELLEN.
[Sharply.]
Oh mother!
[She looks at Taylor, smiles, and shrugs
her shoulders.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Motioning silence.]
There's too many girls runnin' about and all they can do is--sing a
song or two, and dress themselves up like play actresses, and run
about at bazaars and the like trying to get ahoult o' young men.
TAYLOR.
You're quite right ma'am.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Now there's Ellen was four years at a boardin' school that Mr. Graeme
recommended till us, and I can tell you she got the proper schoolin',
and let alone that, she can bake, sew or knit, and knows all about the
managin' of a house.
ELLEN.
Oh quit!
[She looks diffidently across at Taylor,
who grins.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Counting money.]
Here. It's sixpence short o' the count.
TAYLOR.
Let me see.
[He goes to table and counts money.]
Two and two's four, and two's six, and two and six is eight and six,
and one shillin'--nine and six.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Thinking.]
Nine and six. I thought it was--oh yes it _was_ nine and six.
TAYLOR.
Yes. Nine and six.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Very good. I'll write you a receip'.
[Takes pen and paper.]
ELLEN.
[To Taylor who stands looking over at her.]
You haven't been round this way a long time Mr. Taylor. What ailed
you, you didn't call?
TAYLOR.
Oh I was very busy.
[He looks at Mrs. Granahan who is writing
laboriously. Then goes and examines a
fiddle that hangs on the wall.]
Ha! I thought Robbie John had burnt his fiddle and promised to play no
more.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Aye so he did, but there's a strange story wi' that thing you're
lookin' at. There was a tramp come here one day I was out, and when I
come back, I found him playin' away on that thing, and the house in an
uproar.
TAYLOR.
Aye? He left it here then?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
No, wait till I tell ye. I packed him out o' this, and the next thing
I heerd about him was when a wheen o' weeks ago he was got half dead
wi' wet and could in the Flough Moss. John McKillop was down for
cutting turf, and foun' him in a peat hole, wi' his hands on the brew,
and the ould fiddle beside him.
ELLEN.
Yes. The poor soul died the next day, and just before he died he asked
McKillop to bring over his fiddle to give to Robbie John. Robbie had
been kind to him sometime or other, and the poor bein' never forgot
it.
TAYLOR.
Ach aye. I do remember hearin' somethin' about it. They said he had
been a big man in his day I think.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Aye. He was blatherin the day he was here about bein' the leader of an
ould band or somethin' like, now that I call to mind. But indeed I
paid no heed till him, for he was part drunk.
TAYLOR.
[Curiously.]
You didn't get Robbie to burn this one I see.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Well you see, Samuel James said it was a very valuable one and worth
fifty poun' or more may be. There's an inscription on it somewhere if
you look.
TAYLOR.
[Taking down fiddle and examining it.]
Aye so I see. "To Nicholas Werner as a token of esteem from his
orchestra. Vienna, 1878."
ELLEN.
Yes poor soul. He was tellin' the truth and no one believin'.
TAYLOR.
And does Robbie never play it?
ELLEN.
Not since he promised that I know of. But all the same it must tempt
him for I see his eyes fixed on it often enough when he thinks no
one's lookin'.
TAYLOR.
[He looks over at Mrs. Granahan who
appears to be engrossed in her
writing. He is just slipping his
arm round Ellen when Mrs. Granahan
looks up. He instantly drops his
arm.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Ha'e you that stamp Mr. Taylor?
TAYLOR.
Its usual Mrs. Granahan for whoever signs the receipt to supply the
stamp, however, there you are.
[Mrs. Granahan licks the stamp, and signs
the receipt.]
The writin' doesn't come easy to you, ma'am.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Now its not very courteous makin' fun o' poor old weemin', Mr. Taylor.
I thought better o' you nor that.
TAYLOR.
Ould weemin'? Talk sense, Mrs. Granahan. I only wish my ould woman, if
ever I have one, looks as well as you do.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
There, there, none o' your fool nonsense. You don't go blarneyin' me,
like you do the likes of Ellen there.
ELLEN.
Ach mother!
MRS. GRANAHAN.
I'm much obledged to ye for the money Mr. Taylor. I must put it by me.
[Goes into room.]
ELLEN.
I suppose you've heard about Robbie?
TAYLOR.
[Coming near her.]
No. What's happened?
ELLEN.
He's to be married to Jane Graeme at Christmas and Mr. Graeme's comin'
over here to-day to settle about the money.
TAYLOR.
[Slily.]
I wonder who your father will be settlin' matters with Ellen, when you
get engaged.
ELLEN.
Why, of course--whoever gets me, I suppose.
TAYLOR.
Well there's one thing I wouldn't haggle with him over.
ELLEN.
And what would that be?
TAYLOR.
Yourself of course.
[He draws her to him and makes to kiss
her. Robbie John and Samuel James pass
by the window and Ellen immediately
slips away from him. When they come
in, she lifts a can and goes out by
door to yard. Robbie John and Samuel
James seat themselves at table.
Leaning against table and nodding to
both.]
Well how's the corn doin'?
SAMUEL JAMES.
Oh, fairly well the year. How's the crame market?
TAYLOR.
Much the same. Nothin' new with you I suppose?
SAMUEL JAMES.
Well they're goin' to settle Robbie the day, that's all. He's a lucky
boy.
TAYLOR.
I wish you joy, Robbie.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Thank ye. Thank ye kindly. She's a nice wee girl.
SAMUEL JAMES.
You don't seem as gay hearted as I would expect, does he Mr. Taylor?
You'd think he was for getting hung or somethin'. I suppose ye heerd
all about him givin' up the fiddle playin'? And the luck o' it. To
burn his ould fiddle, and then get another a few days after. You'd
think there was some sort of a strange warnin' or advice or somethin'
in it.
TAYLOR.
It is very strange.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Samuel James do ye remember the time that ould tramp was playin' on
this fiddle, as he went out that day, down the loney?
[Samuel James nods.]
Well, it seemed to me as if he were playin' to bring me out after him.
D'ye mind the story, Mr. Taylor, about the piper that went off with
all the children, and was niver heard tell of again.
TAYLOR.
Aye.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Well I could feel him drawin' me out after him the very same way. And
last night, as sure as death, I heard the same uncanny air singin' in
my ears, and it seemed to be callin' me to come out o' this.
TAYLOR.
[Exchanges startled looks with Samuel
James.]
Och I suppose the wind or somethin' outside. But there's no doubt
Robbie you have a genius for the fiddle. There was a German professor
of music at Newcastle the day you won the prize and he was--But its
not right of me to make you vexed, now you've stopped playin'.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Ach he doesn't mind you tellin'. Do ye Robbie? Tell and hearten him up
a wee bit.
TAYLOR.
This German was so struck with your playin' that he was lookin' for
you all roads, but you were nowhere to be found.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Interested.]
Aye? I went straight home. I wonner what he wanted?
SAMUEL JAMES.
Perhaps he could have given him a lift, eh Mr. Taylor?
TAYLOR.
He was talkin' to me afterwards and by the way, I had clean forgot.
[Fumbling in his pocket.]
He gave me his card to give you. I have it on me somewhere I think.
[Producing it.]
Aye, there it is.
[Reading.]
Professor--somethin' or other Royal College of Music.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Keep it. If I had it, it would only temp' me.
TAYLOR.
[Looking significantly at Samuel James
who indicates by shaking his head that
he considers Robbie John hopeless.]
You're a queer character. All right. But you can have it any time.
[To Samuel James.]
I wish I had said nothin' about it. Where's the old man?
SAMUEL JAMES.
The two ould men are out in the haggard, but
[Slily.]
Ellen's in the crame-house.
[Taylor goes out through door at back.
Samuel James looks over at Robbie
John who sits deep in thought near
the fire.]
You can no' hoodwink me, Robbie. You're no' happy.
ROBBIE JOHN.
I'm happy enough.
[Angrily.]
Don't be tormentin' me.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Faith you look happy.
[Drawing closer.]
I seen you last night at it.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Looks round startled.]
I couldn't keep from it. There's a spell or somethin' on it.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Na. Na. But every fiddle has its spell for you. You broke your
promise.
ROBBIE JOHN.
You followed me then?
SAMUEL JAMES.
Yes. Ye crept on your stocking soles to the back o' the forth ditch,
and played there for two mortal hours, till I was heart feared they'd
miss us out o' bed, and raise a cry.
ROBBIE JOHN.
And you stood two hours in the night listenin' to me.
SAMUEL JAMES.
I 'clare to God, there's somethin' out o' common wi' you or that
fiddle, for I had to stop and listen, and me teeth chatterin' wi'
could.
ROBBIE JOHN.
I did wrong I know, but look here Samuel James, as long as I see that
thing hangin' there, my hands are itchin' to hold it, and the tunes I
could play--they keep runnin' in my head.
[Suddenly rising.]
I'll destroy it.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Quieting him down.]
Na. Na. Its a vallible fiddle.
ROBBIE JOHN.
It is. Ach man but it does temp' me sorely.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Aye. You might make a fortune, the dear knows. Man I know what _I_
would do if I could play like _you_ do.
[Sarcastically.]
That was if ye had the heart.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Excited.]
Ach quit! Quit talkin' to me that way. I'm going out.
[Goes out by door at back.]
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Getting off seat and standing about centre
of room.]
He'll take to it yet.
[He goes over nearer fireplace.]
I can see it workin' in him. Sure his hands are tremblin' and his
fingers twitchin' all the times he's lookin' at it.
[The grandfather enters softly by door at
back. He stands looking at Samuel James
who does not observe him.]
Maybe its no' right of me to let it hang there. Ach. He maybe could
make money plenty. I want till have a fine place and a lock o' money.
And I'll build a bigger house.
GRANDFATHER.
[Hobbling over to his seat.]
Aye. Aye. Ye could do a heap wi' money, Samuel James.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Alarmed. He endeavours to bluff it with
a show of geniality.]
Money's the thing, Grand-da.
GRANDFATHER.
Its a tarr'ble fine thing, there's no doubt. Food and drink and fine
clothes and fine houses ye can get.
SAMUEL JAMES.
And tobaccy and seegars and the front seat at a consart.
GRANDFATHER.
Here. Don't be temptin' Robbie John about playin' on that fiddle.
You've upset the boy.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Sharply.]
I don't temp' him.
GRANDFATHER.
You're always remindin' him of it. I can see what you're workin' for
Samuel James. Ye want all the money for yourself.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Ha' sense, Grand-da. Sure they're settlin' the matter to-day and he's
to be married at Christmas. He wouldn't do anythin' rash now.
GRANDFATHER.
The clock has no' struck the hour yet Samuel James. Ye could no' tell
what's workin' in his mind.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Well, he'd be a fool, and what's more, he knows himself to be one if
he goes. He'll lose all the money from Da if he goes, and I'm sure
Jennie Graeme's father wouldn't turn his head to look at a fiddler.
GRANDFATHER.
Aye. He's tarr'ble proud o' his family.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Opens door of room and comes in.]
Here. I seen Mr. Graeme and your Da comin' up the loney from the windy
in the low room.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Well, they'll be for comin' in here and we're only in the road. Come
and twist a wheen o' ropes for me.
[Samuel James and Grandfather go out
by door at back.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Takes brush and sweeps floor. She then
arranges a kettle at the fire. Then
goes to door and looks out.]
Aye. Here he bes now and that good man o' mine talkin' till him a
dozen till one. And ten till one, he'll have John Graeme that angered
wi' his arguin', that there'll be nothin' settled the day.
[Sound of William John Granahan's voice.
He appears to be talking at a great
rate and most emphatically.
John Graeme and William John Granahan
pass the window.]
Aye, to be sure. He'd rather get the better o' Graeme in an argyment
as settle wi' him over twenty sons, the ould gomeril.
[John Graeme and William John Granahan
enter.]
How dy'e do, Mr. Graeme?
[She shakes hands with him warmly and
warns the husband by nods not to
resume the argument.]
It's the brave weather for the crops this.
JOHN GRAEME.
Indeed we should be deeply thankful for the marcies vouchsafed us.
[Solemnly.]
Aye indeed.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Well indeed I would be that myself, only the half o' them young
chickens goin' off with the gapes. It was a tarr'ble to do to save
what's left o' them.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Oh well. Its all in the way o' Providence, Mr. Graeme.
[She looks disapprovingly across at Granahan.
The two men seat themselves. John Graeme
beside table and Wm. Granahan on edge of
table next him.]
That was a fine lecture on the Temperance ye gied us Mr. Graeme, at
Ballykelly. It done some people a heap o' good.
[She looks across meaningly at William
Granahan.]
JOHN GRAEME.
[Apparently much pleased.]
Do you say so, Mrs. Granahan? I'm much pleased indeed to hear o' it.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
I only wished more o' the same kind had heerd you.
[She looks across again at William John
Granahan who avoids her eye.]
But you'll excuse me, I'm sure. I ha'e some things next room to look
after for the evenin'.
[She curtsies to Graeme and with a warning
look at Granahan goes into room.]
JOHN GRAEME.
I am very much pleased indeed to hear your good woman say she liked
what I said. How did ye take to it yourself, Mr. Granahan?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Suddenly waking up from twisting and
untwisting a piece of string which he
has found and in which he appears
deeply interested while his wife is
talking.]
How did we like the speech you gave on temperance, d'ye say?
[Carelessly.]
Och, it was a very good and sensible discoorse, so I heerd Ellen and
Mrs. Granahan say.
JOHN GRAEME.
Ye didn't go yourself then.
[Disappointedly.]
Man, I wanted ye there particuler.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
I ha'e no doot if I had been there, I could ha' got up and
contradickted ye, for
[Emphatically.]
I did not agree wi' all I heerd ye said.
JOHN GRAEME.
[Surprised.]
Not agree wi' what I said.
[Scornfully with evident disgust.]
Man, ye couldn't argy wi' facts. What did ye disagree wi' in the
discoorse?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Well for one thing, ye said there was too many public houses in the
country.
JOHN GRAEME.
[Scornfully.]
And every right-minded man would agree wi' that.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Well I can shew you another. You'll no argy wi' me that if a man wants
to drink, he will drink.
JOHN GRAEME.
[Somewhat perplexed.]
Well----
[Slowly.]
I suppose I do agree till that.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
And if a man will drink, he's boun' till get drunk.
JOHN GRAEME.
Na. Na. I don't agree till that.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Triumphantly.]
Did you ivir hear tell of a man who was drunk wi'out drinkin'?
JOHN GRAEME.
That's no' in the argyment at all.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
But I tell you it is. A man's bound to be drinkin' if he gets drunk.
JOHN GRAEME.
I'm no contradickin' that at all. I----
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Interrupting.]
Now houl' your tongue till I explain till ye. If a man get's drunk
when he's drinkin', he's bound to be drunk o' coorse.
JOHN GRAEME.
[Contemptuously.]
Ye talk like a child.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Now wait till I get it hammered intill ye. Now when that man's drunk,
he's boun' to ha'e been drinkin'.
[He hesitates and is obviously confused.
Then suddenly seems to grasp the idea he
wants.]
Aye--in a public house o' coorse.
JOHN GRAEME.
O' coorse. What else would he do there but drink.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Now that man gets drunk.
[He looks inquiringly at Graeme]
JOHN GRAEME.
[Hopelessly.]
Aye.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Now the public houses are that scarce that he has till walk home maybe
ten mile or more.
JOHN GRAEME.
Well?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
And ten till wan he gets lost or somethin', and they have the whole
countryside upset lookin' for him. Now if he had a public house
convanient in his own townland, there would be no bother at all, and
he could be at his work the next mornin' wi'out any interruptin' o'
labour. D'ye see what I mane?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Suddenly appearing at door evidently
angry.]
The more public houses the less drinkin' did he say? If he had _his_
way o' it, every other house from here to Buckna would be a public
house.
[To husband.]
Quit your wastin' Mr. Graeme's time wi' your argyments, and settle
what he has come here to do wi' ye.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Well. Well. We'll agree till let the matter drop. You ha'e nobody but
your daughter I suppose?
JOHN GRAEME.
Well I ha'e a sister married up in Dublin.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
But she's in a good way o' doin' I suppose?
JOHN GRAEME.
Oh yes. Purty fair. O' coorse I would like to lave her somethin'.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Ach, gi'e her a lock o' your hair or somethin'. You'll lave the place
to your daughter o' coorse.
JOHN GRAEME.
Yes. I'll be doin' that.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Aye. It's a purty fair farm o' land. Ye bought it out o' coorse?
JOHN GRAEME.
Two year come March, and a good reduction.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Aye. So I heerd. Well if ye gi'e her the farm and what money ye ha'e,
I'll gi'e Robbie a cheque for a hunnert poun'.
JOHN GRAEME.
[Impressively.]
William John Granahan d'ye think this is a horse fair? My daughter
will ha'e no man unner five hunnert poun'.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Uneasily and walking about.]
Man, you'll nivir get her married John Graeme, at that way o' talkin'.
Five hunnert poun'. D'ye think I'm a Rockyfellow? Ha'e some sense
about ye.
JOHN GRAEME.
Aither that or no son o' yours weds my daughter. Five hunnert poun'
and not one ha'penny less. There's the family name to be thought o'.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Ach! family name! a lock o' ould wives' blathers about who was married
till who, till you'd have your head sore takin' it all in.
JOHN GRAEME.
You've heerd what I ha'e to say. Take it or lave it. You can plaze
yourself.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Five hunnert poun'. It's a tarr'ble price. Would two hunnert no' do?
You see I ha'e Samuel James and Ellen to provide for.
JOHN GRAEME.
A Graeme o' Killainey weds no man unner five hunnert poun', William
Granahan. Mind that. I want my daughter married to no beggarman.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Excitedly.]
Beggarman! Beggarman, did ye say? Hats, John Graeme, I think ye should
be proud o' wan o' yours marryin' a Granahan. Money or no money,
that's a nice way o' talkin'.
JOHN GRAEME.
I suppose ye know I come o' good family, Mr. Granahan?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Sarcastically.]
I heard ye were wance cotter folk up by Dromara mountain.
JOHN GRAEME.
[Proudly.]
My father and my forefathers had my farm--aye, from the time o' the
plantin'.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
D'ye tell me? I nivir seen your laase o' the farm but of coorse if ye
say so. Did ye nivir hear tell of Smith, Hunter, and Fargison?
JOHN GRAEME.
[Contemptuously.]
John Smith of Ballykelly?
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Disgusted.]
Yon cratur? Ballykelly?
[Proudly.]
Lonnon! Well my mother was a daughter o' Samuel James Smith, and a
niece o' Robert John Francis Fargison.
JOHN GRAEME.
[Contemptuously.]
I nivir heerd tell o' them.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
I wonner at your ignorance John Grame. A well educated man like
yourself as sets yourself up to be taching the congregation on
matters o' law and the temperance question, (_raising voice_) and
you that ignorant o' common information.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Opening door and coming in a few steps.]
William John Granahan, didn't I tell ye not to be raisin' argyments.
How you manage at the markets I nivir could understand. Get your
business done, and ha' settled wi' it.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Soothingly.]
Whist, whist woman, I was only discoorsin'. Mind the tay and I'll mind
the rest. There. There. I agree to your tarms, John Graeme. I'll do
it, though it's lavin' me tarr'ble short.
JOHN GRAEME.
[Impressively.]
But there's one thing I'll no ha'e, William Granahan.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Alarmed.]
And what might that be?
JOHN GRAEME.
If your son is to marry my daughter, I'll ha'e none o' his music. Its
all very well for quality and the like to go strummin' on instruments,
but its no' meant for a sensible farmer.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Aye. I agree wi' that. But look here. Mind ye a song or two and a bit
o' a tune on a long winter's night keeps one from thinkin' long and
between you and me, it keeps you from the bottle.
JOHN GRAEME.
That's where you and I differs. Supposin' he starts playin' a dance
tune or two, and the neighbours gather in. You like to do the thing
dacint, and ye send out for drink, and then it goes from bad to worse.
Na. Na. I'll ha'e none o' that.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Well. Well. Make your mind aisy. Ye know he has promised me nivir to
play again, and I don't think you'll hear much o' his fiddlin'.
JOHN GRAEME.
I'm right glad to hear it, and I'll tak' your word for it.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Very good.
[With admiration.]
Man, you'd ha' made a great horsedailer John Graeme.
JOHN GRAEME.
Aye. I had an uncle in the town, a dailer, and he was always sayin'
that.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
And well you could ha' done it, if I knowed anythin'. I'll go to
Banbridge a Friday wi' you to settle wi' the lawyers.
JOHN GRAEME.
Very good. I'll call for you wi' the trap that day. Its time I was for
goin' home.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
We were expectin' ye ower the day, and I think Mrs. Granahan has the
tay laid in the low room.
[Calls.]
Mrs. Granahan!
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[From room.]
Yes.
[She comes in and stands waiting near door.]
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
We're just after settlin' up about Robbie John and Jennie. Can ye get
us a drop o' tay?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
If you could just take Mr. Graeme for a turn round, I could ha'e it
for you in wan second. The table's laid and the kettle's boilin'. Is
your daughter wi' you Mr. Graeme?
JOHN GRAEME.
Aye. She was comin' over after me. I suppose she should be here by
now.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
Well I can show you the new reaper and binder I got. That new Wexford
machine, I was tellin' you about a Sunday in the Session.
JOHN GRAEME.
Very good. I'll just go out and see it.
[William John Granahan and John Graeme
go out by door at back.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Going over to fire and arranging kettle.]
Five hunnert poun, and after me tellin' him to keep till four hunnert.
Wait till I get ahoult o' him again. I'll speak till him. Did he no'
hear me thumpin' four times on the door till remind him. He must ha'e
a soft spot in his heart for Robbie John.
[Tap at door.]
Come in.
[Jane Graeme enters somewhat diffidently.]
Oh its you Miss Graeme.
[Shakes hands.]
Youre welcome indeed. Your father's just gone out wi' my good man.
JANE.
Yes. I know--but I thought perhaps--well that Robbie was in here.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Inspecting her critically.]
Deed now, I couldn't tell you where he might be.
JANE.
I'll just sit down a minute. I suppose you are all doing well here
Mrs. Granahan?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Ach aye. As well as one could expeck. There's nothin' to make much
complaint o'.
JANE.
I haven't seen Robbie about for some time Mrs. Granahan. I suppose
he's working hard at the harvest.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Aye 'deed there's a brave press o' work on now, what wi' the corn a
cuttin', and the rest o' it, he's been gey busy o' late.
JANE.
Indeed I am sure he was.
[She looks round, sees the fiddle hanging
up where Taylor has left it.]
[Aside.]
Is that the fiddle he was telling me about, I wonder?
[To Mrs. Granahan.]
Is that the tramp's fiddle, Mrs. Granahan?
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Aye, that's the poor cratur's belongin'. But you needn't be afeared.
Robbie's indeed been very good. He's nivir played on it to my knowin',
and keeps his promise well.
JANE.
Poor Robbie. Do you not think he's unhappy about something or other
Mrs. Granahan. He's got very dull and moody this last while.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Deed now I don't see much odds in him Miss Graeme. He nivir was a
great boy with his tongue anyway;
[Slily.]
bar maybe an odd wan or two he would mak' up to.
JANE.
I think you do wrong to keep that fiddle hanging up before his eyes,
when he has promised never to play again.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Och blatherations. I nivir heerd the like o' the sort o' talk people
goes on wi' nowadays. Do ye think my son bes only an ould ba cryin'
for a toy? Deed now I don't think he worries his-self much about it.
JANE.
[Aside.]
Poor Robbie.
[To Mrs. Granahan.]
Robbie's a poor hand at the farming, Mrs. Granahan.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Snappishly.]
Och aye. But he's greatly mended since he giv up playin'.
JANE.
Yes. He's a very poor farmer. But he was a wonder with his fiddle.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Oh well. It canna' be helped. He's better wi'out.
JANE.
I don't know.
[She goes over and takes down the fiddle
seats herself and draws the bow across
it as it lies on her lap.]
Robbie could have made it speak to you. He used to make me cry, and
then laugh after it.
[She places the strings near her ear and
thumbs it wrapt in thought.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
[Looking contemptuously at her and then
rising.]
You just stay here a second till I fix the tay.
[She goes into room. Jane remains seated
where she is, occasionally touching the
strings and seemingly deep in thought.
Robbie John passes window. He looks
in and then goes quickly to door and
enters.]
ROBBIE JOHN.
Who's that fiddlin'?
[Goes over to Jane.]
Why it's you. I heard you were come.
JANE.
Yes. I'm just in a minute or two.
[He sits down beside her.]
Robbie.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Well?
JANE.
Answer me one question. Aren't you a very poor farmer?
ROBBIE JOHN.
Well--I--I suppose I am.
JANE.
I knew you were. You're no good for selling cattle or going to market,
or looking after crops.
ROBBIE JOHN.
You're very hard Jane to-night. What's put all that into your wee
head?
JANE.
I've been listening to this and its been tellin' stories on you.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Aye and when its hangin' there dumb its speakin' to me, callin' to me.
Don't think I'm mad Jane but I can't stand it much longer. What makes
them hang it there to temp' me? Why? Just because they think they can
make a few miserable pounds, they'll keep it there makin' me a liar,
a pledge breaker, a man who can't keep his promise. I'll end it now.
I'll smash it.
[He makes to take the fiddle out of her
hands.]
JANE.
[Resisting.]
No. No. I want to say--I want to ask something Robbie. What does it
say to you?
ROBBIE JOHN.
What does it--Ach--I wonder would you laugh at me like the rest if I
told you.
JANE.
[Sitting closer and putting her arm about
his neck.]
What does it say. Tell me. _I_ would never laugh at you Robbie dear.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Hesitatingly.]
Ach--about--about takin' it and makin' a name for myself with it.
[Bitterly.]
It sounds like fool talk doesn't it.
JANE.
To my father and yours it would sound like that and Samuel James would
laugh at you, but he'd encourage you to believe in it.
ROBBIE JOHN.
Let me break it then. Smash it.
JANE.
[Determinedly.]
No. Look Robbie if I said it was whispering you the truth, what would
you say?
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Surprised.]
I would say that it was true. But you never would.
JANE.
[Determinedly.]
I say it is the truth.
ROBBIE JOHN.
You what? Ach you don't know what you say child. If I did take to it
again, look what would happen. My father would turn me out, and your
father would forbid me then ever lookin' at you again. Jane Graeme
engaged to a penniless fiddler, and she the best match in the whole
countryside. I need never think of you again Jane.
JANE.
I don't care what they bid. If you took to that fiddle and went away,
would you forget me soon?
ROBBIE JOHN.
Forget you, Jane? What makes you think that? Sure you know I gave it
up sooner than lose you.
JANE.
Then take that fiddle and do what your heart tells you to. I wondered
often and often what it was that made you so sad, and I know now. God
made you a musician and not a farmer.
ROBBIE JOHN.
And you? What would you do?
JANE.
I know and trust some day God willing, you'll come back to me, rich
and famous enough to have them all at your feet. I know you will.
ROBBIE JOHN.
God bless you wee girl for you're put a heart into me.
[They embrace. Mrs. Granahan comes in.]
MRS. GRANAHAN.
There. There. Bide a wee. Here they're all coming in for their tays.
[William John Granahan, Graeme, Taylor,
Samuel James and Grandfather come in.
Robbie John goes over to fiddle and
puts it into a case.]
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Puzzled.]
So you're at it again, are you? Well I suppose there's no harm in
giving Miss Graeme a tune, but I thought you were a man to your word.
ROBBIE JOHN.
[Determinedly.]
Look here. I want you all to know I am goin' to try my luck with this.
SAMUEL JAMES.
[Exultingly.]
You're goin' to lave us like to mak' money wi' it.
ROBBIE JOHN.
I'm goin' to try.
MRS. GRANAHAN.
Robbie John are you daft. What wild nonsense are ye talkin' about. And
you to be married at Christmas and everythin' settled about you this
very day.
ROBBIE JOHN.
I am determined to do it. Nothin' can keep me back.
JOHN GRAEME.
There. That's enough. My daughter jilted by a Granahan! Come home out
o' this Jane Graeme.
[He stamps his foot angrily and beckons
her to come. Jane moves past Robbie
John where he is standing and then
suddenly kisses him and goes out with
her father.]
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Passionately.]
You see what you ha'e done Robert John Granahan. Broken your parents'
hearts, and made the name of the Granahans a disgrace to the
countryside.
[Wildly.]
Quick d--n ye before it's too late.
ROBBIE JOHN.
My mind's made up. Give me the address of that Professor you told me
of, Mr. Taylor.
TAYLOR.
You're a fool, Robbie.
[Producing card and handing it to him.]
There. That's it.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
There's time yet, man. After John Graeme, and make it up wi' him.
Swear you were only makin' fun.
ROBBIE JOHN.
I stick by the fiddle.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Mad with anger.]
Then stick by the fiddle. And know if ever you are weary or ahungered
or in want, ye need nivir look me for any help.
[Shouts.]
Out you go. Out. Don't dar one of you as much as till take his hand.
Out. Out the same as the beggar man gone, wi' the curse of your father
on you.
[Robbie John goes toward back and stands
a moment as if in silent appeal at the
open door. Mrs. Granahan rushes forward
to her husband as if to entreat mercy.
He angrily puts her away.]
Out. Out you go.
CURTAIN.
EPILOGUE.
The same scene, about midnight. There is no light except that
of one or two candles and the turf fire. Grandfather seated
at fire. William John Granahan leaning despondently on table
beside which he is seated. Samuel James in his favourite seat
on the top of the table. Wind, storm and rain outside.
GRANDFATHER.
Aye. Aye. But its no use talkin' now. Ye might ha' been a wee bit the
less hasty.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
And who was goin' to thole yon conduck. It was too bad of him and
after the to-do we had over him this very day. Its a sore heartscald,
Robbie John, ye've been to me this day.
SAMUEL JAMES.
Ach, sure its over. Its full time we were in our beds.
[Viciously.]
You'd think he was dead and buried to hear the two of ye goin' on.
Sure for all know, he may be comin' back and a great name wi' him.
GRANDFATHER.
That's you to the ground, ye cunnin' rascal. Keep him out at all
costs.
[Thunder and lightning.]
D'ye hear yon? To think o' that poor sowl wi' his wee bit o' a coat
out in the coul' and wet. If any harm come till him, Samuel James,
know this, you were the cause o' it.
SAMUEL JAMES.
It was his own choosin'.
GRANDFATHER.
His own choosin'. Who flattered him and led him on? Who kep' the
fiddle hangin' there and would let no one take it down, a continuin'
temptation till him? And you, William John Granahan, wi' your lust for
money. Aye. Lust for money. You couldn't abide him heartenin' up the
house wi' a tune or two, but ye'd brak the boy's heart sendin' him out
till work again, and him workin' as much as two of Samuel James there.
Ye thought he was wastin' time and money. D'ye think there's nothin'
in this life beyond making money above the rent. I tell you it's not
the money alone that makes life worth livin'. It's the wee things you
think nothin' o', but that make your home a joy to come back till,
after a hard day's work. And you've sent out into the coul and wet,
the one that was makin' your home somethin' more than the common. D'ye
think them proud city folk will listen to his poor ould ballads wi'
the heart o' the boy singin' through them. Its only us--its only us,
I say, as knows the long wild nights, and the wet and the rain and the
mist o' nights on the boglands,--its only us I say, could listen him
in the right way,
[Sobbing.]
and ye knowed, right well ye knowed, that every string o' his fiddle
was kayed to the cryin' o' your own heart.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Half sobbing.]
There. There. God forgive me, my poor ould boy. I did na know. Whist.
Maybe if I say a word or two:--Oh God forgive us this night our angry
words, and ha'e marcy on my wayward son, O Lord, and keep him safe
from harm, and deliver him not unto the adversary. Amen.
GRANDFATHER.
Amen. Aye. Aye. Ye done well. Let no the sun go down upon your wrath.
WILLIAM JOHN GRANAHAN.
[Going to door.]
It's a coorse night.
[Pauses.]
I'll lave the door on the hesp.
[He unbolts the door.]
CURTAIN.
O'GORMAN AND COMPANY, PRINTINGHOUSE, GALWAY.
_PRESS OPINIONS OF PERFORMANCES._
"The Turn of the Road" ... is beyond question one of the most sterling
products of the Irish literary revival ever seen at the Abbey Theatre.
Whether depicting a matchmaker like the astute Mrs. Granahan ... or
reproducing the conversation of farmers just returned from fair or
market, discussing parish affairs or speculating on harvest prospects,
the author is equally delightful and successful.--_Irish Times._
The "Turn of the Road" ... is one of the most successful pieces ever
written dealing with Irish life. The author "Rutherford Mayne" has
drawn his characters with a master's hand and they stand out clear and
distinct.--_Freeman's Journal._
The play was of engrossing interest and was a masterpiece of
composition which speaks hopefully of the work to be expected of the
Ulster School of Drama.--_Daily Express._
"The Turn of the Road" is a brilliantly written comedy characteristic
of the County of Down.--_Irish Independent._
The charm of this little play is delightful and natural; its comedy
is beautifully balanced and its pathos ... superb and admirably
restrained.--_Evening Herald._
"The Turn of the Road" is a clever and poetic conception clothed in
smart effective County Down dialogue with many bright and sparkling
lines. The significance, the pathos, and inherent beauty of the
concluding scene is a piece of consummate art.--_Belfast Newsletter._
The author ... builds his scenes out of simple materials but always
with the eye of a craftsman for striking effects and incidents.... The
"Return from Market," "The Marriage Bargain," and the last scene ...
have the illusion of life, and are in a phrase--which, though blunted
by misuse, expresses a real need in Irish Art--"racy of the
soil"--_The Northern Whig._
"The Turn of the Road" is a cleverly constructed picture of life in a
County Down farmhouse, evidently drawn by one who knew his characters
or their prototypes in the flesh.--_Irish News._
It is a play that transports the hedge rows, the farm kitchen with its
dresser and turf fire, and above all the real vernacular right into
our preception more vividly than an experience. The author has written
a remarkable fine play of life, humour, and realism.--_Nomad's Weekly
and Belfast Critic._
Into the brief compass of his two acts Mr. Rutherford Mayne has
compressed the age-long attitude of Ulster towards the arts.... Light
is breaking after the long Arctic night. The very existence of this
poignant play pregnantly indicates that the old order is changing and
must soon give place to the new.--_The Lady of the House._
The more we see this peasant drama in two scenes and an epilogue, the
more we admire its unpretending art and its real greatness.--_Belfast
Evening Telegraph._
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