PLAYS BY AMERICAN WOMEN: 1900-1930 Edited and with an introduction by JUDITH E. BARLOW CAPPLAUSE™ THEATRE BOOK PUBLISHERSTRIFLES A Play in One Act SUSAN GLASPELL Firat performed 1916 CHARACTERS ‘GEORGE HENDERSON, County Attorney MENRY PETERS, Sheriff {LEWIS HALE, A'Neighboring Farmer MRS. PETERS MS. HALE THE SETTING ‘The Kitchen in the now abandoned farmhouse : farmhouse of JoxNi SceNE: The Kitchen in the now abandoned farmhous of Jou WRIGHT, a gloomy Kitchen, and lft without han Ing been put in order-~ansoashed pans under the sink, ‘loaf of Bread outside the breadbor, a dish towel on the {able-other signe of incompleted work. At the rear the ‘outer door opens ond the SHERIFE comes in followed by the COUNTY ATTORNEY and HALE. The SHERIFF and aL are men in mide, the county ATTORNEY it ‘2 young man all are much Bundled up and go at once to the stove. They are followed by the two women—the SULRIFFs wife first; she i 0 alight wiry woman, 2 thin nervous face. MRS. HALE is larger and would ordinarily beveled more comfortable looking, but she ts disturbed ‘row and looks fearfully about ax she eaters. The women Thoce'come in itowly, and stand clove together near the door ‘couNTY ATTORNEY: {Rubbing his hands) This eels good. ome up to tne iets suns nevEns, (afi iaking@ step forcord) im wot— ‘id SuEIIFY; (Unbuttoning his overcoat and steping ov rom the toe ar fo man te boone of ofc Brcets Nowe Me tae, bore we ove tags “ett jou caplet ic Henderson jst what ou so ‘thon ou came here yesterday mora cot rome, Bye war hing eon ‘moved? Are things jut a 00 le hom yesterday? one (tng about 1 hee When opp teow soot ight tought Fd beter son Frenk' out thie moming tomake a fe fr uso we SUSAN GLASPELL 3 setting pneumonia witha big case on, but I told him fot to touch anything except the stove—and you know Frank ‘COUNTY ATTORNEY: Somebody should have been left here yesterday. SHERIFF: Oh—yesterday. When I had to send Frank to ‘Morris Center for that man who went crazy 1 want you to know I had my hands fll yesterday, Tew you ould get back from Omaha by today and as long as T ‘went over everything here mysell— ‘couwry ATTORNEY: Well, Me Hale, tell just what hap- ‘pened when you eame here yesterday morning. MALE: Hary and Thad started to town with a load of potatoes. We came along the road from my place and 4 got here I sald, “Tm going to soe fl cant get John ‘Wright to go in with me on a party telephone "| spoke to Wright about it once belore and he put me of, saying folks talked too much anyway, and all he asked was peace and quietT guess you know about how much the talked himself but | thought maybe fl went tothe house and talked about it before his wife, though I said to Harry that I'didn’t know as what bis wife wanted made much difference to John— ‘couNTY ATTORNEY: Lets tlk about that later, Mr. Hale, T do want to talk about that, but tll now just what happened when you got tothe house, Mabe: T didn’t hear or see anything; I knocked at the ‘door, and sill twas all quiet inside. I knew they must be up, it was past eight o'clock, So 1 knocked again, and I'thought'T heard somebody say, “Come in” ‘wasn't sure, I'm not sure yet, but | opened the door— this door (Indicating the door by which the two women are still standing) and therein that rocker [Pointing {it sat Mis, Weight {They all look a the rocker) COUNTY ATTORNEY: What—was she doing? HALE: She was rockin’ back and forth. She had her apron inher hand and was Kind of=pleating ‘COUNTY ATTORNEY: And how did she—look? MALE: Well, she looked queer. ‘COUNTY ATTORNEY: How do you mean—queet?" Plays by American Women Ha: Well aif she didn't know what she was going to do neat And Kad of donee ‘cousty aaron How did he seem fe about your comin YALE: Why 1 dont think she minded one way or other She didnt ray much anton suid "How Soca Weigh tel aint HO” And she se Sent kind of pleating at her apron, Well I eas a Bried she didnt ask me to come upto Westone ony set down bt ut sat there, aor even oak F sai“ want to See John And thew se cg "guess you would cal ts lang 1 onghn seen ane he fea oupide 20 1 sal ite so, Say fee Jn? No.! she sve, ind oll Be age b home? aye 1 fen" says he, che’ hese es why'cant I see him?™"Tasted het otto vaste bis ys she. “Dead says She Jk uid her head ot geting «bt ented, bt mada bok aa oth “Why-ewhere ihe sas eae ing wha to ay. She jst pointed upstate ea Wlnselfotting tothe room above Tt up idea of goingup there Talked fom Sse ee thea Tye hy, wt dit he die oP te ieee sound bs mech" sys she and just weet toa {pPac her apron Well T wen out sad cnt ety thon Telhinedd help. We went ust ood there he was in COUNTY ATTORNEY: thik I'd ater have you go into Upiais where you can point al oad as ye now with the rest of the story. og HALE: Well my’ fs thought as o get tat spe off 1 looked. Stoo, hs ace twitches) bac Ree eat up him and he sid, “No, he's deat a ah fn weld better not ouch anithnge’ Swe wen ek dwn sais. She war ail sting that sane ign a anybody been moifed?" 1 asked, “Net tye the getcered Who dd this, Mes: Waghe?" ead Mary He said businesikomand she sopped pleats of het apron. "Tdon't now” the saps. “You dont Bos says Hay, No” ayn she. “Weren't you leer the bed with hi saya Hany. en” eye She at Susaw Guasret 7s 1 was on the inside.” “Somebody slipped a rope round his neck and strangled him and you didn't wake up?" says Hany. "I didnt wake up.” she said after him, We ruta looked as if we dida’t see how that could be, for after « minute she said, “T sleep sound." Marty was oing to ask her more questions but I sald maybe we ught to let her tell her story first to the coroner o the sheriff, so Harry went fstab he could to Rivers lace, where there's a telephone, ‘COUNTY ATTORNEY: And what did Me. Wight do when she knew that you had gone for the coroner? ‘MALE: She moved from that chair to this one over here [Pointing to-a small chair in the corner} aod fst at there with her hands held together and looking down. {gota fecling that I ought to make some conversation, semi core seo waned opt ‘telephone, and at that she stated to laugh, and then she stopped and looked at me—seared. [The COUNTY ATTORNEY, who has had his notebook out, maker hnote.} 1 dunno, maybe it wasn’t seared, wouldnt ike to say st was. Soon Harry got back, and then Dr Lloyd ‘came, and you, Mr. Peters, and so T guess thats all 1 low that oun, a NEY: [Looking around! I guess we'll go and then out to the barn and aroun ‘the SHERIFF] You're convinced that there was nothing important here-—nothing that would point to any motive, SHERIFF: Nothing here but kitchen things. (he County arronney, after again looking around the kitchen, opens the door of a cupboard closet He {ets up on a chair and looks on a shelf. Pulls his hand ‘tcay, sticky.) ‘COUNTY ATTORNEY: Here's « nice mess (The women draw nearer} ‘MIS. PETERS: [To the other woman) Oh, her ul; it did fitcere, To the COUNTY ATTonvEy] She worried about that when it turned so cold. She said the fre'd go out and her jars would break, SHERIFF: Well, can you beat the women! Held for murder and worryin’ about her preserves, COUNTY ATTORNEY: I'guess before we're through shei ; 7 Plays by American Women my emg msi a rene Eee ener area eet ie bee coer ee aoeef agen Ee cheney arent pa Sentara ae scm Meld we weeetanttiiete apernc cange fag te ak ae apa fr fm Bet morn ae ba wary he hands ctr a i le gat ers en cfr ee es Me ast he ened RIAL Sih ews peat el of wok be ee ee ian ota ney tance eee eee re rll, aoe sta ices Coal oat fe eae Piped iene ae Natentanere ante Lect ue, Wea were Eien pase Se snes oe i ceBTR arvomce: Aad why wa ht You dd te = oe me lat hr conte Dare © ese ht le ee ee mate con tewera seat ‘ee had deanna ee Te ech, eee eee ang de ar a. Poe in enter ae a ise SUSAN GLASPELL 7 ‘CounrY xrroRNeY: I'd like to talk more ofthat a litle later. I want to get the lay of things upstirs now. Ute goes to helt where tre ste Toad 18 sae or) SHERIFF: I suppose anything Mrs. Peters does'Il be all ‘ight. She was to take in some clothes for her, you know, and a few little things. We left in such a hurry yesterday. covey tron Yes, ut woul ik wo oe hat ‘you take, Mrs, Peters, and keep an eye out for anything that might be of use to us, MAS, PETES: Yes, Mr, Henderson (The women listen o the men’s stepson the stars, then ook about the Kitchen. | ‘MaS: HALE: Td hate to have men coming into my kitchen, snooping around and enticsing (She arranges the pana under sink which the county ATTORNEY had shaved out of place’) MRS, PETERS: Of couse is no more than their duty MRS. HALE; Duty’ allright, bt T guess that deputy shes- IM that came out to make the fie might have gt a tle of this on. (Gives the roller towel a pull Wish Td ‘thought of that sooner. Seems mean fo talk about her for not having things slicked up when she had to come away in such a hury MAS. PETERS: [Who has gone toa small table in the left rear comer of the room, and lifted one end of @ towel that covers a pan} She had bread set. Bend ea a MES. HALE: (Eyes fixed on a loaf of bread beside the breadbox, which 1s on alow shelf at the other side of the room. Moves slowly toward i] She was going t put this in there. (Picks up loaf, then abruptly drops ItcIn a manner of returning to familiar things] Ie & shame about her fruit. 1 wonder it's all gone. (Gets tp on the chair and looks) I think there's some here that's all right, Mrs, Peters. Yer-~here, [Holding it fo: sward the window) this Is cherie, too. [Looking again] T declare 1 believe that’s the only one. [Gets down, bottle in her hand. Goes to the sink and wipes tt off ‘on the outside} She'll fel awful bed afer all her hard8 Plays by American Women work in the hot weather. I remember the aftemoon 1 put up my cherries last summer, (She puts the bottle on the big kitchen table center of ‘the room. With a sigh, ts about to sit doion tn the ck ‘ng-chair. Before she is seuted realizes what chair ii with a slow look at it, steps back. The chair which hhas touched rocks back and forth. ‘MRS. PETERS: Wel, I must get those things from the font room closet [She goes to the door at the right, but ‘fter looking into the other room, steps back. You ming with me, Mrs Hale? You cold help me cary Uhey go in the other room; reappear, uns. PETERS carrying a dress and skirt, MRS. HALE following with {pate of shoes] Dns, PETENS: My, it’s cold in there. {She puts the clothes on the big table, and hurries to ‘stove. MIS. HALE: (Examining the skirt) Wright was close, 1 think maybe that’s why she kept so much to herself She didn’t even belong to the Ladies Aid. 1 suppose she felt she couldn't do her pat and then you don't ‘enjoy things when you feel shabby. She used to wear pretty clothes and be lively, when she was Minnie Fos: ter, one ofthe town girls singing in the chor, But that — oh, Rha eas thirty years ago. Fis all you was to take MRS. PETERS: She said she wanted an apron. Funny thing to want, for there isn’t much to get you dity ia jal, soodness knows. But I suppose just to make her feel ‘more natural. She said they was in the top drawer in this cupboard, Yes, ere. And then her lite shawl that albways hung behind the door. (Opens stair door and looks) Yes, here its (Quickly tuts door leading upstairs} mS. HALE: [Abruptly moving toward her] Mrs. Peters? MRS. PETERS: Yes, Mrs Male? MIS. HALE: Do you think she did i? i iidon’t think she did. Asking for an ‘apron and her litle shawl, Worrying about her fruit. ‘SUSAN GLASPELL nw xs. evens: (Starts to speak, glances up, where foot- ‘sles ore heard tn the room aboce. tna low vole) Me Peters says it looks bad forher Mr. Henderson safe Sarcastic ina speech and he'll make fun of het sayin? she didnt wale up. sais: HALE: Well, 1 guess Jobn Weight didnt wake when they was slipping dat rope under his neck vais, Prtans: No, is strange. It must have been done ‘wal rally and still They say ft was such funny ‘ay to killa man, rigging i all p ike that MRS, HALE: Thats jst what Mr. Hale said. There was a um he usc He says that's wnt he cn under RS. PETERS: Mr. Henderson said coming out that what ‘was needed forthe eae was a motives something to Show anger, or—sudden foeling. nS: HALE: [Who is standing by the table) Well, 1 don't ‘see any signs of anger around here {She puts her hand ‘nthe dh tow which ies onthe table, fonds look ing down at table, one half of which clean, the other elf messy.) W's wiped to here. (Makes @ move of 10 ish work, then turns ond looks ot loaf of bread out- ‘de the breadbox, Drops towel In that coc of coming back to familiar tinge] Wonder how they are finding things pstair: Uhoge she had ew hake tone ted-op ‘ptere. You know, itseems kind of sneaking Lacking her up in town and then coming out here and tying fet her own house totum against her! RS. ens: But Mrs. Hale, the lew is the law ns. HALES I spose tis (Unbuttoning her cout Better Toosen up your things, Mr Peters. You wos't feel them eee, : Iheis PETERS taker off her fur tippet, goes to hang i on hook at back of room, sionds loking atthe under pert of the smell corner table} Mio, PETERS: She was precing gu. IShe brings the large sewing Basket and they look at the bright pleces} uns, Le: Hs log cabin patter, Pretty, enti? wonder Utah oa goin’ to quilt or ost kn ht? ootsteps have Been heard coming down the sai80 Plays by American Women ‘The suenury enters followed by HALE and the COUNTY ATTORNEY | SHERIFF: They wonder if she was going to quilt it or ust not Ihe men laugh; the women look abashed.) (COUNTY ATTORNEY: [Rubbing his hands over the stove] Frank’ fire didn't do much up there, did it? Well e's go out to the bar and get that cleared wp. [the men go outside.) DMRS, HALE: [lesenfully} I don'tknow as there's anything 0 strange, our takin’ up our time with lite things ‘while we're waiting fr them to ge the evidence. (She sus down at the ig table smoothing out @ block sith decision 1 don't see as i anything to laugh about, as, PETERS: (Apologetically} Ofcourse they've got aw ful important things on thelr minds. Pulls up a chair and joins ans. ate at the table} MRS. HALE: [Examining another block] Mrs, Peters, look ‘at this one. Here, this fs the one she was working on and look at the sewing! All the rest oft has been #0 hice and even. And look at this! Its all over the place! ‘Why, it looks as ifshe didn’t know what she was about! [After she has said this they look at each other, then start to glance beck at the door. After an instant MRS. MALE has pulled ata knot and ripped the sewing.) DRS. PETERS: Oh, what are you dog, Mrs Hale? MRS, HALE: (Mild) Just pulling out stitch or two that’s ‘ot sewed very goad. [Threading needle) Bad sewing always made me fidgety ss. PETERS: [Nerocusly] I don’t think we ought to touch things MAS. HALE: [Il just nish up this end. (Suddenly stop- ‘ing and leaning forward] Mrs. Peters? ns. Perens: Yes, Mrs. Hale? MIS. HALE: What do you suppose she was so nervous about? Mis. PETERS: Oh— don't know. I don't know as she was Tervous.T sometimes sew awful queer when I'm just lured. [suns HaLE start fo say something, looks a8 MRS. PETERS, then goes on sewing.] Wel, I must get these things wrapped up. They may be through sooner than SUSAN GLASPELL a we think. [Putting apron and other things together) 1 ‘wonder where Teun find a piece of paper, and string. MAS. HALE. In that cupboard, maybe MiS. PETERS: (Looking in cupboard! Why, here's cage. (Holds it up] Did she have a bird, Mrs. Hi MIS. HALE: Why, Iedon't know whether she did or not— T've not been here for so long. There was a man around last year selling canaries cheap, but! don’t know as she took one; maybe she did. She used to sing real prety herself. ns, PETERS: (Cloncing around) Seems Funny to think of ‘bird here. But she must have had one, or why would she have a cage? I wonder what happened to MS. HALE: Is pose maybe the cat got it MIS. PETERS: No, she didn't have a cat, She's got that fling some peopl have about eating aad of sm. My cat got in her room and she was teal upeet and asked me to take it out. DMRS; HALE: MY ster Besie was like that. Queer, ant it MIS. PETERS: (Examining the cage) Why, look at this door. I's broke. One hinge is pulled apart, mS, HALE: [Looking too] Looks as if someone must have been rough with It sans purus, Why, you (She brings the cage forward and puts tt on the table.) MRS. HALE: T wish if they're going to find any evidence they'd be about i. I don't like this place, as. Perens: But Tm awful glad you came with me, Mrs, Hale. It would be lonesome for me sitting here alone, MRS. HALE: It would, wouldn't it? (Dropping her sew= ‘ng] But I tll you what I do wish, Mre. Peters. wish Thad come over sometimes when she was here. I Looking around the room}—wish 1 had MRS. PETERS: But of course you were awiul busy, Mrs, Hale—your house and your ehildren, MIS. HALE: I could've come. stayed away because it weren't cheerful—and that's why I ought to have come. It've never liked this place, Maybe because is down {in a hollow and you don’t see the road. I donno what sis, but fs a lonesome place and always was. 1 wish82 Plays by American Women Thad come over to see Minnie Foster sometimes. lean iShakes her head) Mas. PETERS: Well, you mustn't reproach yourself, Mrs. ale. Somehow we just don't see how itis with other folks unti—something comes ms, HALE: Not having children makes less work butt makes a quiet house, and Wright out to work all dy, 4nd no company when he did eome In. Did you know John Wright, Mrs, Peters? Mis, PETENS: Not to now him; Ive seen him in town, ‘They say he was a good man MRS. HALE: Yesgood; he dida’t drink, and kept his word {8 well as most, 1 guess, and pald his debts. But he was hard man, Mrs. Peters, Jost to pass the time of day with him [Shivers] Like a raw wind that gets tothe Done. [Pauses, her eve falling on the cagel T should think she would ‘a wanted a bird. But what do: you suppose went sith i? is, PETERS: I don't know, unless it got sick and died. Ishe reaches over and swings the broken door, swings ft again. Both women watch #) MRS. HALE: You werent raised round here, were you? {iuns. Perens shakes her head.] You didn't know —her? sans. PETERS: Not til they berwght her pastor [MIS HALE! She--come to think of i, she was kind of hike «bird herself—real sweet and preity, but kind of timid ‘and—fhuttery How—she—-did~change, [Silence then struck by a happy thought and relieved to get back fo every day things] Tell you what, Mrs. Peter, ike the quilt in with you? eight take MHS. PETERS: Why I think that’s a veal nice idea, Mes. Hale, ‘There couldn't possibly be any objection to ‘ould there? Now, just what would I take? I wonder if her patches are in here-and her things. [They Took in the newing basket) MRS. HALE: Heres some red. I expect this has got sewing. things i it (Brings outa fancy bor] What a pretty box. Looks lke something somebody would give you. Maybe her scissors are in here (Opens box. Suddenly puts her hand to her nose] Why-—{ns. PETERS bends nearer, SUSAN GLASPELL co then turns her foce away. There's something wrapped up in this piece of si ns, Perens: Wi is other sinsors. AIRS. HALE: [Lting the sl] Oh, ir: Peters—its— (bets. PETENS bends closer) wns. PETERS: Is the bird. RS. HALE: Jumping up) But Mrs. Potere—Iook tit Its Teck! Look tits neck! Is all-other sie to. as, rETeRs: Somebody—wring—ity-neck. {Their eyes meet A look of growing comprehension, of Fomor Steps are heord outside, Min, HALE slips Box tinder quilt pieces, ond sinks into her chair’ Enter Stent and Coon srronwet Rs PETERS tr ‘coun arToRNEY: [AY one turning Jrom sertous thing tole peosantncel Wels have yo deeded ‘whether she was going to quilt it or knot vans. PETERS: We think she wa going to—knat t County aTronweY: ‘Well, thats interesting. Tm sore {Seeing the birdcage] His the bird flown? ns. HALE: [Putting more quilt pices over the box] We think the cat got ‘couNTY Atronwey: (Preoccupied) Is thre a cat? Dans: HALE glances ino quick covert way af MRS. PE- S PETERS: Wel ‘They're supers ns. PETERS: Well, not now. They're superstitious, you Tov. They lesve my ‘COUNTY ATTORNEY: [To SHERIFF PETERS, continu Interrupted concerstion) No sig sll of anyone ha: Ing come from the ouside. Thett own rope. Now lets Soup again and go overt plece by piece (They start tpstairs) Tk would have to have been someone who Tew jst the {as Petes wn, Fhe tu omen there not looking at one cnother, but ay if peering into ome- ‘hing and atthe same time holding back. When they {alknow tin the manner of feeling thet way over ftrange ground, as if afraid of hat they are s0ying, but asf they can not help soying it) ns: HALE: She iked the bird. She was going to bury it in that prety box nS. PETERS: [In @ whisper] When I was a gekomy kt teorthere was 1 boy took a hatchet and before myoy Plays by American Women eyes—and before I could get there— {Covers her face ‘an instant) I they hadn't held me back I would have Catches herself looks upstetrs where step are heard, falters weakly hurt hi, uns, HALE" [With asl Lok around her) I wonder how ‘t would seem never to have had any children around, {Pause} No, Wright woulda’ like the bird—a thing that sang. She used to sing, He Killed that, too ms. erns: (Moving uneasily) We don't know who Talled the bie. Mis, HALE: I knew John Wright, MURS. PETERS: It was an awlul thing was done in this house that night, Mrs. Hale, Killing & man while he slept slipping 4 rope around his neck that choked the life out of him XMS, HALE: His neck. Choked the life out of him (Her hand goes out and rests on the birdeage | MRS, PETERS! [With rising voice] We don't know who Iuted him. We don’t know MRS. HALE: [Her own feeling not interrupted) If there'd been years and years of nothing, then a bird to sing to you, it would be awfal—still, afer the bird was sl Ms, Farin: [Something within her speaking) I know ‘what stilIness is: When we homesteaded in Dakota, and ny frst baby died—after he was two years old, and me soo the i ca MIS. HALE: [Moving] How soon do you suppose they’ be through, looking for the evidence? MIS. PETERS: Fkaow what sillness Is, (Pulling herself back) The law has got to punish erime, Mrs, Tale MHS, HALE: [Not as if answering that} wish yourd seen Minnie Foster when she wore a white dress with blue tubbons and stood up there in the choir and sang [& look around the room] Oh, I wish I'd come over here once ina while! That was a crime! That was crime Who's going to punish that? Mas. PETERS: [Looking upstairs] We mustn't—take on. MAS. HALE: [might have known she needed help! I kaow how things ean befor women. 1 tell you, ifs queer, Mes eters We le loge togethet and we ve Br ‘part. We all go through the same things—it all just ‘different kind of the same thing. (Brushes her eyes; SUSAN GasPeLt & Noticing the boil of fruit reaches out for it} IF was You wouldn't tell her her frut was gone. Tell hort in’ Tell her its allright, Take this into prove it to her. She—she may never know whether twas broke or not vey rr, Teles the Boil, lok about for some ing t0 wrap it tn; takes petticoat from the clothes brought from the other room, Sery nervously begin ‘inding this uround the bottle. Ina falee voce) My, {ts'a good thing the men couldn't hear us, Wouldert they jus laugh! Getting al tired up over slite ting ike «dead canary. Asif that could have anything do with—with=wouldn’t they laugh! {The men are heard coming down stirs.) RS. ALE: [Under her breath] Maybe they would-— maybe they wouldn't (COUNTY ATTORNEY: No, Peters, t's all perfectly clear ex cept reason for doing it But you know juries when fommes to women. If there was some definite thing Something to show-—something to make e story abouts: 4 thing that would connect up sith this strange way of desne : women’s eyes mect for an instant. Enter HALE from outer door’ sate ell Pe yo dhe team around, Pret cold out ‘COUNTY arronvex: I'm going to stay here a while by ‘myself. (To the swentre] You can send Frank out lor ze, cant you? T want to go over everything. Tn nat tified that we can't do better SHERIE: Do you want to see what Mrs. Peters is going tovake in? (The couxty xrronwey goes fo the table, pleks up the ‘pron, laughs} (COUNTY ATTORNEY: Oh, I guess they're not very danger- ‘us things the ladies have picked out [ates few ‘things about, disturbing the guile pieces which egeer the box. Steps back] No, Mrs: Peters dowsnt nee oi prising. For that mater. a sheriffs wifes marie to the law. Ever think of i that way, Mis. Peters? Mas. PETERS: Not just that way SHERIFF: (Chuckling] Married tothe law. (Moves toward86 Plays by American Women the other room) 1 just want you to come in here ami tte, George, We ought to take a look at these window ‘couwiry arronw [Scofingly] On, windows! ‘tenure’ Weil be right out, Mr, Hale HALE goes outside. The SHERUFY follows the COUNTY ‘ATTORNEY into the other room. Then nine MALE och, ‘hands tight together looking intensely at wns PETERS, tohose ayer make a slow turn finally meeting MRS HALE's-A moment unt Hats holds her, then her on point the way to where the bors concealed, Sud nly kms ers tro back ets plese es {0 put the bor tn the bag she is wearing Itt too ig. She opens bor, start to fake bird out, cenmot touch {oes to pleces, stands there helpers, Sound of knob furning in the other room, uns uaLszonatches the bo and pute itn the pocket of her big coat Enter COUNTY ‘Srronvey end shenre) county aTrowvey: (Fecetiously) Wel, Henry, atleast ‘we found out that she was not going to uit ik She wo Boing to— vat isk you cal it ladles? MAS. Watt: (Her hond against her pocket] We call t— Tot it Mr Henderson ‘CURTAIN iS LULU BETT ‘An Americdn Comedy of Manners - ZONAGALE First performed 1