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THE MISER OF RAVELOE 
 
 A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS 
 
 Dramatized from Eliot's "Silas Marner " 
 
 BY 
 
 The Class of 1909 
 CAIRO (ILLINOIS) HIGH SCHOOL 
 
 A. FLANAGAN COMPANY 
 CHICAGO 
 

 Copyright 1911 by 
 A. FLANAGAN COMPANY 
 
 Second edition, to which the old Ehglish carols have been added, and some mine 
 changes made. It is perhaps worthy of note that the first edition was exhauste 
 within less than two years' time, the play having been successfully presented i 
 that short period by a large number of high schools, including several of thos 
 of the city of Chicago. 
 
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FOREWORD 
 
 The play "The Miser of Eaveloe" is based upon George Eliot's 
 "Silas Marner," and is an attempt to represent in dramatic form a 
 few of the most striking incidents of that novel. 
 
 This play was planned and for the most part written by mem- 
 bers of the Second Year Class of the Cairo (Illinois) High School, 
 to supplement their study of the novel. It was staged, costumed, 
 and played by the class for their regular rhetorical exercises^. The 
 costumes were home-made, the stage furniture manufactured by the 
 manual training class after school hours. The play requires from 
 one hour and forty-five minutes to two hours for presentation. If 
 the pantomime in Act II is prolonged, or if the songs in Act III are 
 encored, the maximum time is required. 
 
 There is an increasing effort in high schools (and in grammar 
 schools also) to make the Friday afternoon literary exercises corellate 
 with and grow out of the actual work of the school. There is also 
 a demand for short plays suitable for such occasions. Children are 
 born actors, and take more readily to the play than to any other 
 form of literary expression. 
 
 In this play the atmosphere of the novel has been kept as far as 
 possible, most of the dialogue except that in the third act being 
 taken verbatim from the book. In acting his part, each pupil was 
 obliged to study his "Silas Marner" very carefully, in order to inter- 
 pret his particular character truthfully. A great many directions 
 concerning stage "business" have been omitted from the play, in 
 order that the actors may be unhampered in presenting the situa- 
 tions. A list of stage properties also has been omitted, as these were 
 of the simplest and most obvious character. 
 
 It is hoped that what has been of service to one high school, in its 
 effort to interpret dramatically one of its classics, may be of benefit 
 to others. 
 
 The Class op 1909 
 Margaret Wilson 
 Cairo High School Teacher of English 
 
DRAMATIS PERSONAGE 
 
 Squire Cass, master at the Red House 
 Dr. Kimble, the village doctor 
 Mr. Crackenthorp, the rector 
 Mr. Lammeter, a rich farmer 
 
 ^'"''^^''^'Isons of the Squire 
 DunstanJ ^ 
 
 Silas Marner, a weaver 
 
 Mr. Snell, landlord of the Rainhow Inn 
 
 Mr. Macey, clerk of the parish 
 
 Mr. Tookey, deputy clerk 
 
 Ben Winthrop, a wheelwright 
 
 Jem Eodney, a mole-catcher 
 
 Solomon, a fiddler 
 
 Aaron, Ben Winthrop's son 
 
 The Farrier 
 
 The Butcher 
 
 Mrs. Kimble, the Squire's sister and the doctor's wife 
 
 Mrs. Osgood, aunt of the Lammeter sisters 
 
 Mrs. Crackenthorp, wife of the rector 
 
 ^'^^^^^^^'\ daughters of Mr. Lammeter 
 
 First Miss Gunn, \^^g wine-merchant's daughters from Lytherly 
 
 Second Miss Gunn, J a i u j 
 
 Miss Ladbrook of the Old Pastures 
 
 Dolly Winthrop, the wheelwright's wife 
 
 Eppie, daughter of Godfrey Cass and Molly Farren, adopted by 
 
 Silas Marner 
 Housekeeper at the Red House 
 
 SCENE : The village of Raveloe, at the Red House and in Silas 
 Marner's cottage ' * 
 
 COSTUMES : English of the beginning of the nineteenth century 
 
THE MISER OF RAVELOE 
 
 ACT I 
 
 SCENE : Dining-room at the Red House. Housekeeper dusting 
 chairs and arranging table. 
 
 Housekeeper: These be the laziest people, here! What I think 
 about it is that this house is goin' to the dogs. 
 [Enter Dolly Winthrop.] 
 
 Dolly: Good-mornin', ma'am. 
 
 Housekeeper : Good-mornin', Mrs. Winthrop, and how are all the 
 folks at the village ? I s'pose, now, you've got all your bakin' done 
 a'ready, and your house as clean as anything. 
 
 Dolly [talnng a chair] : Yes, it's a sight o' bakin' that's got to be 
 done. Men's stomichs is made so comical; they want a change, 
 they do — I know. Lord help 'em ! [Sighs.] 
 
 Housekeeper : Here, the squire never eats till ten o'clock, and the 
 boys eat any time they want to. 
 
 Dolly : What this house needs is -a young woman to manage it. 
 I reckon as how you're gettin' old. 
 
 Housekeeper : But who would come here, with these big lazy 
 boys ? The Squire can't keep 'em in order himself. 
 
 Dolly : There's Miss Nancy Lammeter. She might do somethin' 
 with the boys, especially Godfrey. 
 
 Housekeeper: Yes, she could, but I know she won't marry any 
 man that's goin' to the bad the way Master Godfrey is — an' a 
 shame, too, for he always has been such a good boy. 
 
 Dolly : And that poor boy, Dunstan, he's goin' to the bad, too, 
 doing nothin' but racin' and drinkin'. As I tell Ben, it's a pity 
 for gentlefolks to be al'ays at the Eainbow. 
 
 Housekeeper: The Squire ought to have driven him away long 
 ago — spiteful, jeerin' fellow ! It's him that's leadin' Master God- 
 frey to the dogs. [Goes over to the window.] Well, if there ain't 
 Master Silas Marner coming up the road ! And he's got that old 
 sack on his back. I just wonder what he keeps in it. 
 
6 THE MISEE OF KAVELOE 
 
 Dolly: I Just come from there, me an' Aaron. As I said, I'd a 
 
 bakin' and I took him some lard cakes — poor lone man as he is, 
 
 with no woman to do for him ! — an' I hope they'll do him good, 
 
 that I do ! 
 Housekeeper [in a low tone] : They say as he's sold himself to the 
 
 Evil One. Jem Rodney says sometimes his soul leaves his body 
 
 and he's just like a dead man. 
 Dolly: Poor soul! Day after day he sits there weavin,' with 
 
 them queer eyes of his, an' never knowin' Sunday from Saturday. 
 
 It's my belief he don't know what a church bell means. 
 Housekeeper: Could it ha' been they had no church north'ard 
 
 where he came from? 
 Dolly: I don't know as to that, but when my little Aaron as has 
 
 a voice like an angil was singin' the good tunes and carrils to 
 
 cheer him up a bit, he just sat there same as if he didn't hear a 
 
 thing. 
 Housekeeper : They say he has bags and bags o' gold. It's a 
 
 wonder some one don't rob him. 
 
 [Enter Godfrey. Both women rise and curtsy.'] 
 Godfrey [ahsently] : Good-morning, 
 Housekeeper: Good-mornin', Master Godfrey. [She and Mrs. 
 
 WiNTHROP move toward door.] 
 Godfrey: Will you see if you can find Dunstan for me, and ask 
 
 him to come here at once ? I wish to speak to him. 
 Housekeeper: Yes, sir, I will, sir. [Women curtsy and leave 
 
 room. Godfrey walks hack and forth across the room, his hands 
 
 behind him, his head bowed.] 
 Godfrey [to hirnself] : I wish I were well out of this scrape ; for 
 
 half a crown I'd tell the Squire about it myself and have done 
 
 with it. [Stands by fireplace, with his hands in his pockets.] 
 
 I wonder what the Squire would do — disinherit me, I'll wager. 
 
 He's so excitable and quick-tempered. [Looks dejected, but'\ 
 
 braces up as he hears Dunstan's- step, and froivns.] 
 
 [Enter Dunstan.] 
 Dunstan [mockingly] : Well, Master Godfrey, what do you want? 
 
 with me? You're my elders and betters, you know; I was' 
 
 obliged to come when you sent for me. 
 Godfrey [savagely] : Well, it's just this : That money I gave you 
 
THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 7 
 
 to keep you quiet about my marriage was not mine. It was 
 rent-money that Fowler paid me for the Squire. Now the Squire 
 is threatening to sue Fowler for the money, and you've got to get 
 it, d'ye hear? The Squire's short of cash and in no humor to 
 stand any nonsense. 
 
 DuNSTAN [coviing closer']: Oh! Suppose, now, you pay the 
 money yourself and save me the trouble. Since you were so kind 
 as to give it me, you surely won't refuse to pay it back for me. 
 
 Godfrey [clenching fists'] : Don't come near me with that look, 
 else I'll knock you down. 
 
 DuNSTAN [still mockingly, hut retreating a few steps to pick up 
 GoDFREY^s riding-whip, which he taps on his hand] : Oh, no 
 you won't, or I might tell the Squire how his handsome son is 
 married to that nice young lady, Molly Farren, and is very 
 unhappy because he can't live with his drunken wife. Then you 
 would be turned out, and I'd step into your shoes, so. But I 
 won't do it, for I'm so good-natured, you know. So you'll just 
 pay the hundred pounds to oblige me. 
 
 Godfrey : How can I get the money ? I haven't a shilling to bless 
 myself with. 
 
 DuNSTAN : , Borrow of old Kimble, or try that old miser, Silas 
 Marner, at the Stone-pits. I'll wager he's got it. 
 
 Godfrey : I can't get any more from Kimble, and as for the 
 weaver, Silas Marner, you kno'<v he'd never let a penny escape 
 him. 
 
 DuNSTAN : Sell Wildfire, then. 
 
 Godfrey [hitterhj] : It's like you to talk in that cool way about 
 my selling the last thing I can call my own, and the best bit of 
 horseflesh I ever owned ! Besides, I must have the money 
 immediately. 
 
 DuNSTAN : Well, you've only to ride him to the hunt tomorrow. 
 Bryce and Keating will be there, and you'll get more than one 
 bid for him. 
 
 Godfrey : I dare say, and get back home at eight o'clock, splashed 
 up to the chin. I'm going to Mrs. Osgood's birthday dance 
 tomorrow night. 
 
 DuNSTAN : Oho ! To the dance — ay ! and dance with fair Miss 
 Nancy, and promise never to be naughty again, and be taken into 
 favor again, and Miss Nancy 
 
8 THE MISER OF EAVELOE 
 
 Godfrey : Hold your tongue about Miss Nancy, you fool, else I'll 
 throttle you ! 
 
 DuNSTAN : What for ? Miss ISTancy wouldn't mind being a second, 
 if she didn't know it. And it 'ud be saving time in case Molly 
 should take an overdose of laudanum some night and leave you 
 a widower. Besides, you've a good-natured brother who'll keep 
 your secret, for you'll be so obliging to him. 
 
 Godfrey : If you had any sense, you'd know that you may urge a 
 man too far. My patience is nearly at an end. You drain me 
 of money till I've nothing left to pacify Iter with, and she'll tell 
 some day, as she threatens. It's all one. I'll tell the Squire 
 myself and you can go to the 
 
 DuNSTAN : As you please, but I'll have a glass of ale first. [He 
 rings hell. Sits down at the table and strikes it with, the tvhip.l 
 You'd better let me sell Wildfire, though. [Enter Housekeeper 
 with ale mug. She places it on table and disappears.^ You 
 know I can drive a bargain. 
 
 Godfrey : Very likely ! Trust my horse to you ! 
 
 DuNSTAN : As you please. It's you who've got to pay Fowler's 
 money, not me. [Drinks deliberately and with elaborate care- 
 lessness.^ 
 
 Godfrey: Well, you mean no nonsense about the horse, eh? 
 You'll sell him fair and square, and turn the money over to me? 
 
 DuNSTAN : Ay, ay ; I thought you'd come around ! I'm the fellow 
 to make old Bryce pay. I'll get you a hundred and twenty for 
 the horse if I get a penny. 
 
 Godfrey : Perhaps it will rain tomorrow and you can't go. 
 
 DuNSTAN [rising^ : Ah, no, not it! I'm always lucky in my 
 weather. You have the looks, but I have the luck. 
 
 Godfrey: Well, see that you are sober, else you'll get pitched on 
 your head tomorrow and Wildfire might be the worse for it. 
 
 DuNSTAN : Make your tender heart easy. You never knew me to 
 see double when I've got a bargain to make ; it 'ud spoil the fun. 
 Besides, whenever I fall, I'm warranted to fall on my feet. [Exit, 
 taking Godfrey's whip with him:'\ 
 
 Godfrey : I don't know but I am a fool to let Dunstan sell that 
 horse. I might, after all, borrow of Silas Marner. But that is 
 doubtful. All day he weaves his cloth and at night counts his 
 money over and over, and never a sixpence slips through his 
 
THE MISER OF EAVELOE 9 
 
 fingers. . . . Suppose I were to tell the Squire everything. 
 
 I couldn't be much worse off than I am now, and I'd at least 
 
 have Dunsey off my back. I'll do it ! 
 
 [Enter Squire Cass.] 
 Squire : What, sir, haven't you had your breakfast yet ? 
 Godfrey: I was waiting to speak with you, sir. I've had my 
 
 breakfast. 
 Squire: Well, speak. You youngsters' business is your own 
 
 pleasure, mostly. [Sits down at table. Enter Housekeeper, 
 
 bringing ale; arranges table; exit.'] 
 
 Godfrey: Dunstan was just 
 
 Squire : Has Dunstan been here ? I thought I told him to keep 
 
 away. 
 Godfrey: It wasn't my place to tell him to keep away, sir. We 
 
 were talking 
 
 Squire : What business have you with Dunsey ? 
 
 Godfrey : The truth is, sir, I'm very sorry, but Fowler paid me 
 
 that hundred pounds; and Dunsey bothered me for the money, 
 
 and I let him have it. I thought I should be able to pay it before 
 
 this. 
 Squire [turning fiercely upon Godfrey and pounding table with 
 
 his fist] : You let Dunsey have that money ! And how long 
 
 have you been so thick with Dunsey that you must collogue with 
 
 him to steal my money? Are you turning out a scamp, too? I 
 
 tell you I won't have it ! I'll turn the whole pack of you out of 
 
 the house and marry again. My property's got no entail on it. 
 
 Remember that, sir ! 
 Godfrey: I meant to pay you the money, sir. I never meant to 
 
 steal it. You never knew me to do a dishonest trick, sir. 
 Squire: Where's Dunsey, then? Go fetch him, and I'll make 
 
 him give an account of what he wanted the money for. 
 Godfrey: Dunsey has gone to sell Wildfire, so I can have the 
 
 money to pay you. 
 Squire : §ell Wildfire ! You let Dunstan take your horse ? I 
 
 tell you what it is, you've been up to some trick, and took the 
 
 money to bribe Dunstan not to tell. 
 Godfrey: Why, sir [hesitating], it was a little affair between 
 
10 THE MISER OF RAVELOE 
 
 Dunsey and me. It's no matter to anyone else. It's hardly 
 
 worth while prying into young men's fooleries. 
 Squire: Fooleries! It's time you'd ha' done with fooleries and 
 
 settled down. [Takes glass and drinTcs.] As I said, settle 
 
 down ! You're old enough to think about getting married. Now 
 
 there's Lammeter's daughter. I suppose if I'd said you nay, 
 
 you'd have kept on with her, but for want of contradiction you've 
 
 changed your mind, eh? 
 Godfrey: No-o, I like Nancy. 
 Squire : You're a shilly-shally fellow ! You take after your poor 
 
 mother. The lass has not said downright she won't have you, 
 
 has she ? 
 Godfrey : No, but I don't think she will. 
 Squire : Think ! why don't you know ? Haven't you asked her ? 
 
 Do you want her? — that's the point. 
 Godfrey : There's no other woman I want to marry. 
 Squire: Well, if you haven't the pluck to ask her, I'll ask for 
 
 you. Lammeter won't object to his daughter marrying into my 
 
 family, I fancy. 
 Godfrey : I'd rather let it be, sir, at present. She is a little^ 
 
 offended with me now, and I should like to speak for myself. 
 Squire: Well, speak, then, and manage it, and see if you can't 
 
 turn over a new leaf. 
 Godfrey: I hope you won't try to hurry the matter by saying 
 
 anything, sir. 
 Squire: I shall do as I choose. I'm master here. Now [rising'], 
 
 I want you to drive over to Cox's and tell him to leave off suing 
 
 Fowler. Since you've no horse of your own, go order Trumpeter. 
 
 There's your whip. 
 Godfrey [picking up whip and looking at it] : This isn't my 
 
 whip. It's Dunsey's. He must have taken mine. 
 Squire : Ah, I suppose, now, if Dunsey wanted your head he could 
 
 have it. You'd never miss it. Come, don't stand there. [Exit. 
 Godfrey : So much is over. ' [Exit. 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
THE MISER OF EAVELOE 11 
 
 ACT II 
 
 [Time : Evening of the following dayJ] 
 
 SCENE: Silas Marnek's cottage, in which are disclosed a loom, 
 two or more chairs, and a table on which are hags of money and 
 a piece of meat for cooking. Silas seated at table counting his 
 money. He turns it over and over, holds it to the light, weighs 
 the separate pieces in his hands, puts it in a heap and seems to 
 bathe his hands in it; fondles it. 
 
 Silas [reluctantly putting money into bags'] : Two hundred and 
 seventy-two pounds, twelve and sixpence. . . . Two hundred 
 and seventy-two pounds, twelve and sixpence. [^Carries bags of 
 gold to the loom and hides them beneath it. Begins to weave, 
 breaks thread and mutters as he holds thread in hands.] No 
 more in the house ! [Goes to fire and puts meat on jack to cook. 
 Takes up his hat and bag for thread.] I'll go get more thread, 
 [Goes to door; comes back into room, looks all about, then goes 
 out.] 
 
 [Pause. Loud knocking on door. Pause. Knock repeated. The 
 door is rudely pushed open and Dunstan stumbles in. He 
 stands at the door an instant, shading his eyes and blinking at 
 the firelight. Then he ■com'es to the middle of the room, look- 
 ing all about him.] 
 DuNSTAN : Ah, the old miser is not at home, it seems. Brr [gut- 
 teral sound] ! it's cold and stormy out of doors! [Goes to fire- 
 place, holds hands over blaze; rubs hands. Pulls chair up to fire 
 and sits down. Spies the meat.] Aha ! The old man is not 
 such a fool as people think he is. He has pork for his supper. 
 Folks have always said he lived on mouldy bread, to save. 
 [Musingly:] They say he has money. [Pause.] I've had a 
 cursed piece of luck today : took one fence too many and staked 
 Wildfire — poor Wildfire has panted his last. Now, back to God- 
 frey without money. Well . . . [He turns to the fire again, 
 then looks about the room uneasily.] They say this old miser 
 of a weaver has money. WTiere can he be? If I could get my 
 hands on him, I'd have his money or throttle him. I wonder 
 
12 THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 
 
 where he can be . . . late at night . . . door left open 
 , . . supper cooking. . . . Could he have fallen into the 
 Stone-pits? I wonder where he hides his gold. [Goes about the 
 room, looking in every corner, in every possible place but the 
 right one. Finally, gives up and drops into chair near loom.^ 
 Such luck ! Well [rising'\, I'll set out before Marner comes back. 
 [As he rises he drops his riding-whip and stooping to pick it up, 
 discovers the hiding-place.] A loose brick! The hiding-place 
 of the money ! My luck has changed at last. [Removes brick 
 and takes out bags, weighing them in his hands.] There must 
 be more than two hundred pounds here. Suppose the old miser 
 has fallen into the Stone-pits ! Who would ever know ? I'll 
 have enough to pay Godfrey and enough for myself. Now, for 
 my escape ! [He carefully restores brick, and leaving everything 
 as he found it, steals from room.] 
 
 [Enter Silas, sack on his back. Throws down sack, takes off 
 coat, goes to fire and sees to meat.] 
 
 Silas [muttering] : A bad night ... a bad night ! I'll put 
 my gold on the table, then I'll have supper. [Goes to loom, 
 takes up brick, and discovers loss. At first seems dazed, then 
 alarmed. Finally he screams.] My gold! My gold! I've been 
 robbed! No, that couldn't o' been. Maybe I put it over here. 
 [Runs frantically over the room, searching everywhere.] I've 
 been robbed. [He goes to the door.] Help, I've been robbed! 
 [Staggers back into room.] Will no one come to help me! 
 [Falls into chair and buries his face in his hands.] 
 [Enters crowd from Rainbow Inn, in confusion, carrying mugs.] 
 
 All [together] : What's the matter? Wlio called? 
 
 Mr. Snell : Speak, Master Marner, an' tell us what's the matter. 
 
 Silas : Eobbed ! I've been robbed ! I want the constable, and 
 Squire Cass, and Mr. Crackenthorp 
 
 Mr. Macey : Lay hold on him, Jem Eodney. He's off his head, I 
 doubt. 
 
 Jem Rodney [starting toicard Silas-, but^ alarmed at his threat- 
 ening look, hacking away] : Lay hold on him yourself. 
 
 Silas [advancing toivard Jem] : Jem Eodney ! 
 
 Jem Eodney : Ay, Master Marner, what do you want wi' me ? 
 
 Silas : If it was you stole my money, give it me back. 
 
THE MISER OF EAVELOE 13 
 
 Jem Rodney : Me stole your money ! I'll pitch this can at your 
 eye if you talk o' my stealin* your money ! 
 
 Mr. Snell: Come, come, Master Marner, speak up sensible, if 
 you want any help. 
 
 The Farrier: To be sure, to be sure. Let's have no more 
 screamin' or starin', else we'll have you strapped for a mad man. 
 That's why I didn't speak at first. Thinks I, the man's mad. 
 
 Mr. Macey : Now sit down, sit down, and speak out. You've 
 been robbed, you say ? 
 
 Jem Eodney : He'd better not say again as it was me robbed him. 
 What could I ha' done with his money ? 
 
 Mr. Snell: Hold your tongue, Jem, and let's hear what he's got 
 to say. Now then. Master Marner. 
 
 Silas: All I know is I've been robbed. Won't some one get the 
 thief? 
 
 Mr. Snell : It isn't Jem who has your money, Marner. You 
 musn't be a-casting your eye at poor Jem. There may be a bit 
 of reckoning against Jem for the matter of a hare or so, if any- 
 body was bound to keep their eyes staring open, and niver wink — 
 but Jem's been a-sitting here, like the decentest man i' the 
 parish, since before you left your house. Master Marner, by your 
 own account. 
 
 Mr. Macey : Ay, ay, let's have no accusing of the innicent. That 
 isn't the law. 
 
 Silas : I was wrong . . .' Yes, yes ... I ought to have 
 thought ... I don't accuse him ... I won't accuse 
 anybody . . . only I wonder ... I wonder where my 
 gold can be. 
 
 Butcher : How much money was there. Master Marner ? 
 
 Silas:' Two hundred and seventy-two pounds, twelve and six- 
 pence. I counted it this evening. 
 
 Butcher : Pooh ! They'd be none so heavy to carry. Some 
 tramp's been in, that's all. 
 
 Mr. Tookey : There was a peddler in the village 
 
 Mr. Macey : You keep quiet, Tookey ! What's the peddler to do 
 with it? 
 
 Mr. Snell: Come, come. Master Marner wants to find the thief. 
 It's my 'pinion as two o' the sensiblest should go to Master 
 Kench's and get him to 'point a deppity 
 
14 THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 
 
 The Farrier: I'll go, an' if anybody's got any fault to find with 
 that, I'll thank him to stand up and say it out like a man. 
 
 Butcher: You can't be a constable. No doctor can be a con- 
 stable. 
 
 Mr. Macey : And you're a doctor, I reckon, though you're only a 
 cow-doctor, for a fly's a fly, though it may be a boss fly. 
 
 Mr. Snell : Come, come, the truth lies between you. You're both 
 right and both wrong. Now I propose we all go, and Master 
 Marner can go, too. Come, Master Marner. 
 
 [Exeunt. 
 
 curtain 
 
 ACT III 
 
 [Time: Night of New Years Festival.'] 
 
 SCENE : Parlor of Squire Cass's house. Curtain rises on Mrs. 
 Kimble, surrounded hy her brother's guests — Mrs. Cracken- 
 THORP, Miss Ladbrook, Mrs, Osgood and the Miss Gunns, 
 the latter patting their rihhons in place and smoothing their hair, 
 assisted by Mrs. Kimble, while Mrs. Crackenthorp looks 
 severely on. 
 
 Mrs. Kimble [addressing the Miss Gunns] : Where do you get 
 your ribbons? You always wear the latest fashions in dresses. 
 Eeally, I quite envy you. 
 
 First Miss Gunn : Oh ! do you like them ? I'm so glad. We do 
 seem rather fortunate, but sister is such a genius. She has such 
 taste. 
 
 Second Miss Gunn : Sister ! — Ladies, don't mind her, she is such 
 a flatterer ! 
 
 Mrs. Kimble: My dear Mrs. Osgood, do let me pat that ribbon 
 into place. [Mrs. Osgood surprised, hut allows her to do so.] 
 It was annoying me so. There [turning to the Miss Gunns], 
 isn't that better? [Chorus of "So pretty," and "Oh! Yes."] 
 
 Mrs. Crackenthorp : Such worldliness ! 
 
THE MISER OF EAVELOE 15 
 
 [Enter Nancy^ drops curtsy and advances toward Mrs. Kimble, 
 who runs to welcome her. They exchange greetings.] 
 Mrs. Osgood: How do you do, niece? I am very glad you came 
 
 early. Let me present the Miss Gunns. [Nancy and the Miss 
 
 GuNNS curtsy.] 
 Mrs. Kimble: Did you have a pleasant ride? I was so afraid 
 
 you would be fatigued for the dance, coming on horseback as you 
 
 did. Where is Priscilla? I haven't seen her yet. 
 Nancy: Priscilla is coming behind, and ought to be here any 
 
 minute. She sent me ahead with father, while she attended to 
 
 some things at home. 
 
 [Enter Priscilla breathlessly.] 
 
 Priscilla: How do you do, Mrs. Kimble, and there's the Miss 
 Gunns and Aunt Osgood, I do declare ! How are you all ? And 
 there you are, Nancy. Yes, I've got here at last. What do you 
 think of these gowns, aunt ? They're Nancy's choice and nothin' 
 will do her but we dress alike, for all my bein' five years older. 
 I don't fancy I look pretty in 'em like Nancy, for I'm ugly, but 
 I don't mind, do you? [This last spoken to the Miss Gunns, 
 who looh offended.] 
 
 First Miss Gunn [aside to her sister] : Isn't she rude ? 
 
 Second Miss Gunn [aside] : How very hoydenish ! 
 
 Miss Ladbrook : Dear me, dear me, she makes my nerves quite — 
 Where is my smelling bottle? - 
 
 Nancy [aside] : Oh ! Priscilla ! 
 
 Priscilla : Well, what's the matter now ? 
 
 Nancy : You asked the Miss Gunns if they minded being ugly. 
 You're so blunt. 
 
 Priscilla : La, la ! did I ? Well, it's a mercy I didn't say more. 
 
 Mrs. Osgood [aside to Mrs. Kimble] : I do wish niece Priscilla 
 were more like Nancy [sighing] . 
 
 Priscilla : No, I don't mind being ugly. The pretty 'uns will do 
 for flycatchers. They'll keep the men off us. I've no opinion 
 of the men. [Nancy is arranging Priscilla^s hair.] 
 
 First Miss Gunn : What do you think of these people ? 
 
 Second Miss Gunn : Oh, Miss Nancy is pretty in a way 
 
 Miss Ladbrook : Mr. Godfrey thinks so, too, they say. [Simper- 
 ing:] He is such a lovely man — so romantic ! 
 
16 THE MISEE OF KAVELOE 
 
 First Miss Gunn : I don't see what he sees in her. 
 
 Second Miss Gunn : And that terrible sister ! Such a family ! 
 
 Miss Ladbrook: It's nearly time for the gentlemen to be coming. 
 
 Eeally, I'm very nervous. [To Priscilla:] Won't you give me 
 
 that fan, dear? [Priscilla throws it at her. All look shoc1ced.'\ 
 Nancy : Oh, Priscilla ! 
 
 Mrs. Osgood: Yes, I think they are coming. Are you all ready? 
 Miss Ladbrook : Dear me, dear me, do 1 look ready ? I shall be 
 
 so glad to see Mr. Godfrey — so romantic ! 
 First Miss Gunn : Hold your head a little higher, sister. 
 Priscilla : Well, I guess I'm ready ! There's nothing wanting 
 
 now to frighten the crows. 
 Second Miss Gunn [aside] : Such manners ! 
 Mrs. Kimble : Yes, you all look beautiful. 
 Mrs. Crackenthorp : Young people, nowadays, think entirely 
 
 too much of dress, and some older people encourage 'em in it. 
 
 [Enter Squire Cass.] 
 
 Squire: Good-evening, ladies. [Bows.] I hope I see you all in 
 
 good spirits. [Ladies curtsy.] 
 First Miss Gunn : We always are. Squire, when we have such 
 
 gallants as you with us. 
 Squire : Ah ! you flatter me. 
 
 [Enter Godfrey.] 
 
 Squire: There you are, Master Godfrey. I thought you'd be 
 making your way in soon. Eh! ladies? [Winks and laughs. 
 Godfrey makes his way to Nancy after bowing to all the ladies.] 
 
 [Enter Dr. Kimble, Mr. Lammeter, and Mr. Crackenthorp.] 
 
 Dr. Kimble: Ah, Squire, glad to see you. You're looking 
 younger than Godfrey there, and well you might with all these 
 fair ladies about you. [Bows to the ladies.] 
 
 Mr. Crackenthorp : Ay, an' there's Godfrey. I knew you would 
 have found Miss Nancy by this time. [Nancy looks embarrassed. 
 Mr. Crackenthorp touches her cheekj] Ha ! Miss Nancy, when 
 anybody pretends this has been a severe winter, I shall tell them 
 I saw the roses blooming on New Year's Eve. 
 
 Squire [offering snuff-box to gentlemen] : Ay, ay, us old fellows 
 
THE MISER OF EAVELOE 17 
 
 may wish ourselves young to-night, when we see the mistletoe- 
 bough in the white parlor. 
 
 [Dr. Kimble^ who lias been going from one lady to another, ex- 
 changing a few words while the others are talking, now stops 
 near Priscilla.] 
 
 Dr. Kimble : Miss Priscilla, the sight of you revives the taste of 
 
 your super-excellent pork-pies. I hope the last batch isn't near 
 
 an end. 
 Priscilla: Yes, indeed it is. Doctor, but I'll answer for it the 
 
 next shall be as good. My pork-pies don't turn out well by 
 
 chance. 
 Squire : Not as your doctoring does, eh Kimble ? [Laughs and 
 
 passes snuff-box around again.] 
 Dr. Kimble [going over to Nancy] : Ha ! Miss Nancy, don't for- 
 get you have promised me one dance this evening. 
 Squire : Come, come, Kimble, give the young 'uns a chance. 
 
 There's my son Godfrey, he's bespoke her for the first dance. 
 
 [To Godfrey:] Haven't you? 
 
 [Miss Ladbrook has managed to engage Godfrey in conversa- 
 tion.} 
 Godfrey : No, I've not asked her yet, but I hope she'll consent — 
 
 if somebody hasn't been before me. 
 Nancy : No, I've not engaged myself. 
 
 Godfrey : Then I hope you have no objections to dancing with me. 
 Nancy [coldly] : No, no objections. 
 Dr. Kimble [to Godfrey] : You're a lucky fellow, but as you're 
 
 my god-son, I won't stand in your way. 
 
 [Enter Ben and Dolly Winthrop, dragging Aaron by the 
 hand. Aaron is bashful and has finger in his mouth.] 
 
 Squire : Ah, Aaron, I thought you would be coming round to see 
 
 the dancing. 
 Dolly : Ay, ay, sir, my little Aaron and me did get here. [To 
 
 Aaron:] Come Aaron, speak to the Squire. [Aaron retreats 
 
 behind his father.] 
 Ben : He's so bashful, but he's going to speak up pretty and sing 
 
 for the ladies and gentlemen soon. [Ladies come nearer.] 
 Second Miss Gunn : Bless his little heart ! Isn't he sweet ? 
 Mrs. Osgood : Do let us hear the song. 
 
18 THE MISER OF EAVELOE 
 
 [Mrs. Kimble goes to Aaron and tries to coax him to center of 
 room. Aaron hreaks away and runs to his mother, hiding his 
 head.] 
 
 Ben [taking child hy the hand and slowly drawing him to center 
 of stage] : Come, come, Aaron, be a man an' sing the pretty 
 song for the ladies and gentlemen. There now, that's it. Now 
 the song. That's very naughty. Be a good boy and sing, 
 
 Nancy: Perhaps if some one would sing first, Aaron would not 
 mind so much. 
 
 Squire : Sure enough. Miss Gunn, won't you favor us ? 
 
 First Miss Gunn : Oh, I couldn't, really. Perhaps sister 
 
 Second Miss Gunn : Now, sister, how can you, when you know 
 my voice is dreadful, now ! 
 
 Godfrey [tvho has been vainly trying to escape Miss Ladbrook's 
 attentions] : I'm sure Miss Ladbrook will favor us. 
 
 Miss Ladbrook [dropping her handkerchief in a flutter of excite- 
 ment] : Would it give you pleasure ? Ah, if I only could ! My 
 handkerchief, please. [Godfrey picks it up.] 
 
 Squire: Then all together — a good rousing old English song. 
 Kimble, you lead. 
 
 [Here may he sung an old English ballad such as "Sir Simon 
 de Montfort" or "Good King Wenceslas."*] 
 
 Nancy [who has been whispering to Aaron during singing] : 
 Aaron says he'll sing now. [She leads child to center of stage, 
 and retires to rear, where she takes her seat. After many false 
 starts Aaron sings.] 
 
 Aaron [sings "with a chirp, and in melody that has the rhythm of 
 an industrious hammer"] : 
 
 God rest you, merry gentlemen, 
 Let nothing you dismay : 
 For Jesus Christ, our Savior, 
 Was born on Christmas Day. 
 
 [After song he runs to his mother and hides his face in her lap. 
 The sound of a violin is heard.] ^ 
 
 Squire: Why, there's Solomon now, with his fiddle. Ben, you 
 
 *FouND in back of book. 
 
THE MISER OF EAVELOE 19 
 
 and the lad sit over there where you can see everything. [Ben 
 and Aaron retire to corner. Squire steps nearer door and calls :] 
 Solomon, round here, my man. 
 
 [Enter Solomon, who boivs in all directions, then faces Squire.] 
 
 Solomon : I hope I see your honor well and wish you a long life 
 and a Happy New Year, 
 
 Squire: Thank ye, Solomon. [Faces guests.] Now, let's have 
 a good old Sir Roger de Coverley. Everybody get their partners. 
 Mrs. Osgood, will you do me the honor? [Gives her his arm and 
 places her opposite him in the set.] Kimble, you follow with 
 Miss Lammeter. Now, Godfrey, you and Nancy. Crackenthorp, 
 Mrs. Kimble, Mr. Lammeter, Miss Gunn, everybody ! [Guests 
 arrange themselves for dance.] 
 
 Squire: Now, Solomon, let's have "The Flaxen-Headed Plough 
 Boy," Play it lively, now, like this [keeps time with hands and 
 moves head], tum-tum-tum, ti-tum-ti, ti-tum-tum. Now, every- 
 body ready. [Solomon makes preliminary scrapes on fiddle.] 
 
 [Enter Silas Marner^ carrying child. Squire sees him.] 
 
 Squire: How's this? What's this? What do you mean by com- 
 ing here in this way ? 
 
 Silas : I've come for the doctor ! I want the doctor ! [Confusion 
 among guests. Dancers gather in groups.] 
 
 Crackenthorp: What's the matter, Marner? 
 
 Silas : It's a woman. She's dead, I think . . . dead in the 
 snow at the Stone-pits . . . not far from my door. 
 [Godfrey comes nearer and looks at child.] 
 
 Mr. Crackenthorp: Hush, I'll fetch the doctor, [To Squire:] 
 Found a woman in the snow, thinks she's dead. Just tell the 
 ladies a woman is ill from cold and hunger, [To Kimble:] 
 Come, Kimble. 
 [Several ladies crowd around Silas,] 
 
 Nancy : What child is it, Godfrey ? 
 
 Godfrey [faintly] : I don't know , . . some poor woman's 
 who has been found in the snow, I believe. [Walks a little for- 
 ward. Mutters to himself:] Molly's child and mine. That 
 must have been Molly they found out there. My child, and I 
 can't own it ! 
 
20 THE MISEE OF RAVELOE 
 
 Mrs. Kimble : You'd better leave the child here, Master Mamer, 
 
 as long as you're all by yourself. 
 Silas: No, I can't part with it. I'm going to keep it for my 
 
 own. It's been sent to me and I've a right to it, and keep it I 
 
 shall. 
 Mrs. Osgood: But you know nothing of the care of children. 
 
 What will you do with it ? 
 Silas : It's my little sister come back to me, and it's mine [clutch- 
 ing it closer]. 'Twas sent to me for my gold. It's got no one to 
 
 see to it, so I'll do it myself. 
 Mr. Lammeter: Here's Dolly Winthrop. She's handy at that 
 
 sort of thing. She'll help you. 
 Ben : Ay, that she will, gladly. We men folks can see to the 
 
 woman. 
 Dr. Kimble : Come, Master Marner, we'll go with you now. Lead 
 
 the way and we'll follow. [Exeunt. 
 
 [The ladies all cluster around Dolly, who tahes the child from 
 Silas.] 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
 ACT IV 
 
 [Time: Sixteen years later.] 
 
 SCENE : Silas Marner's cottage. Bags of gold on table. En- 
 ter Eppie, Silas and Aaron^ and seat themselves near table. 
 
 Aaron : There can be no doubt now that it was Mr. Dunstan as 
 took your money. When the Stone-pits suddenly went dry there 
 was a skeleton wedged between two great rocks. There was his 
 watch and Mr. Godfrey's whip and the money. 
 
 Silas : He must ha' fallen in that night. I remember it was ter- 
 rible black and stormy. Sixteen years ! 
 
 Eppie : Well, daddy, the gold's back how. v 
 
 Aaron: I'd always heard that Mr. Dunsey went off to the wars. 
 Think of his stealing all that money and lying out there in the 
 . Stone-pits all these years ! 
 
 
THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 21 
 
 Eppie [shuddering] : Oh ! 
 
 Silas : Ay, child, it's terrible. 
 
 Eppie : Daddy, did you love your gold ? 
 
 Silas: Ay, child, ay. Every night before supper I'd take it out 
 and count it and talk to it. I remember the night it was stolen, 
 and I missed it, Eppie. I'll tell you, I missed it ! But you've 
 more than made up for it, my dear. After you came I never had 
 any time to think about my gold. At first I'd a sort of a feeling 
 that you'd changed into gold. 
 
 Aaron : An' well you might, too. — I was just a little lad, but I 
 remember her little golden head on your arm, when you brought 
 her to the Eed House. There's been a deal of change there since 
 then — the old Squire dead and Mr. Godfrey married to Miss 
 Nancy Lammeter these fifteen years ! 
 
 Silas : Sometimes, turn my head which way I would, I seemed 
 to see my gold. And sometimes I thought I'd be glad if it would 
 come back. But that didn't last long. After a bit I should 
 have thought it was a curse coming in, if it drove you from me. 
 
 Aaron : Ay, she's better nor gold ! 
 
 Silas : You didn't know then, Eppie, when you were such a little 
 'un, you didn't know what your old father Silas felt for you. 
 
 Eppie : But I know now, father. If it hadn't been for you, they 
 would have sent me to the workhouse, and there would have been 
 nobody to love me. 
 
 Silas : Eh ! my precious, if you hadn't come, I should ha' gone 
 to the grave. The money was taken away from me and you were 
 sent to take its place. And if you were lost, I might well think 
 God had forsaken me. 
 
 [Knock. Eppie goes to door. Enter Godfrey and Nancy. 
 Eppie makes curtsy and places chairs for them.] 
 
 Nancy [shaking hands with Eppie] : We're disturbing you very 
 late, my dear. [Eppie goes over and sits down hy Silas.] 
 
 Godfrey [after a pause] : Marner, it's a comfort to me to see 
 you again with money that you have been deprived of for so 
 many years. It was one of my family who did you wrong, — the 
 more grief to me. And [slowly] there are other things I am 
 beholden to you for, Marner, 
 
 Silas [appearing ill at ease] : Sir, I've a deal to thank you for 
 
22 THE MISER OF KAVELOE 
 
 a'ready. As for the robbery, I count it no loss to me. And if I 
 did, you couldn't help it. You aren't answerable for it. 
 
 Godfrey: You may look at it that way, but I don't, and I want 
 you to let me have my will. You've been a hard-working man 
 all your life. 
 
 Silas : Yes, sir, yes. I should ha' been bad off without my work. 
 
 Godfrey : Ay, it is a good trade for you in this country, because 
 there's been a good deal of linen weaving to be done. But 
 you're getting old. How old are you ? 
 
 Silas : Fifty-five, as near as I can say, sir. 
 
 Godfrey : Oh, you may live thirty years yet. Look at old Macey. 
 Now, that money on the table. It won't go far, and you've had 
 two to support a good many years now. 
 
 Silas: Eh, sir, I'm in no fear of want, and few working people 
 have as much as that. I've a plenty — almost too much. It's 
 little we want. 
 
 Eppie : Only the garden, father. 
 
 Nancy: You love a garden, do yoU;, my dear? We should agree 
 in that. I give a great deal of time to the garden. 
 
 Godfrey: Ay, there's plenty of gardening at the Eed House. 
 You've done a good part by Eppie, Marner, for sixteen years. It 
 'ud be a great comfort to you to see her well provided for, 
 wouldn't it? She looks blooming and healthy, but not good for 
 any hardships. She doesn't look like a strapping girl, come of 
 working parents. You'd like to see her taken care of by those 
 who can leave her well off and make a lady of her. She's more 
 fit for it than for a rough life such as she might come to have in a 
 few years' time. 
 
 Silas : I don't take your meaning, sir ! 
 
 Godfrey: Well, my meaning is this, Marner: Mrs. Cass and I, 
 you know, have no children — nobody to benefit by our good 
 home and everything else we have — more than enough for our- 
 selves. And we should like to have some one in the place of a 
 daughter to us. We should like to have Eppie, and treat her in 
 every way as our own child. 
 
 Nancy: It would be a great comfort tp you in your old age, I 
 know, to see her fortune made, after you have been at the trouble 
 of bringing her up so well, and it's right you should have every 
 reward for that. Eppie will always love you and be grateful to 
 
THE MISER OF EAVELOE 23 
 
 you. She'd come and see you very often, and we should all do 
 
 everything we could towards making you comfortable. 
 Aaron : Eppie ! 
 Silas: Speak, Eppie. 
 
 [Eppie moves around to Silas and places her arms around his 
 neck.l 
 Eppie: Thank you, ma'am. Thank you, sir. But I can't leave 
 
 my father nor own anybody nearer than him. And I don't want 
 
 to be a lady. I thank you all the same. But I couldn't give up 
 
 the poor folks I'm used to. 
 Godfrey: But I have a claim on you, Eppie, my child, the 
 
 strongest of all claims. It is my duty, Marner, to own Eppie 
 
 as my child and provide for her. She is my own child. Her 
 
 mother was my wife. I have a natural claim on her that must 
 
 stand before any other, 
 Silas : Then, sir, why didn't you say so sixteen years ago and 
 
 claim her before I'd come to love her, i'stead o' coming when you 
 
 might as well take my heart from my body? 
 Godfrey : I know that I was wrong, Marner, but I've repented 
 
 now. 
 Silas : I am glad to hear you say it, sir, but repentance doesn't 
 
 alter what's been going on for sixteen years. Your coming now 
 
 and saying, "I'm her father," doesn't alter the feelings inside us. 
 Godfrey : But I think you might look at the thing more reason- 
 ably, Marner. I should . ' . . I should have thought your 
 
 affection for Eppie would have made you rejoice in what was for 
 
 her good. 
 Silas : We will let the child choose between us. I'll say no more. 
 
 Let Eppie choose for herself. [Looking at Eppie:] Choose as 
 
 you will, my child. 
 Godfrey : Eppie, my dear, it'll always be our wish that you 
 
 should show your loving gratitude to one who has been a father 
 
 to you so many years. 
 Nancy : But we hope you will come to love us as well. 
 Godfrey : And though I haven't been the father I should have 
 
 been, I'll do my utmost to make you happy, and you will have 
 
 the best of mothers in my wife. 
 Nancy: My dear, j^ou'll be a treasure to me, and we shall want 
 
 for nothing when we have our daughter. 
 
24 THE MISEE OF EAVELOE 
 
 Eppie : Thank you, ma'am, thank you, sir, for your offers. They 
 are very great, but they are far above my wish. 
 
 Silas: But you must make sure, Eppie, as you won't ever be 
 sorry because you have made your choice to stay among poor 
 folks. 
 
 Eppie : I can never be sorry, father. I shouldn't know what to do 
 with fine folks and fine things. What could I care for them ? 
 
 Nancy: What you say is natural, my dear child. It's natural 
 you should care for those who brought you up, but there's a duty 
 you owe to your lawful father. 
 
 Eppie: I can't feel as I've got but one father. I can't think of 
 any other home. I like working folks, and I'm promised to 
 marry a working-man as will live with father and help me to 
 take care of him, [Crosses to Aaron and takes his hand.'] 
 
 Godfrey [rising'] : Come, Nancy. 
 
 Nancy : We won't talk of this any longer. We're your well wish- 
 ers, my dear, and yours, too, Mr. Marner. We shall come and see 
 you again. [Exit Godfrey and Nancy. 
 
 Aaron : Are you sure, Eppie ? 
 
 Eppie: Sure, Aaron. [With one hand still in that of Aaron, 
 she holds out the other to Silas.] Dear old Daddy! 
 [Tableau.'] 
 
 CURTAIN 
 
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 Class Poem 
 Two Class Prophecies 
 Class Will 
 
 The Oration 
 
 Three Class Sougs 
 A President's .Address 
 A Farewell Address 
 Address to Graduates 
 
 ON ORATORY 
 
 The Oiator 
 Selected Subjects (one hundred) 
 
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 The Union Soldier 
 The Soldier Boy 
 
 Class Mottoes (over fifty) 
 Class Yell 
 
 How to Make Commence- 
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 Parts of an Oration 
 
 Our National Holidays 
 Abraham L,incoln 
 Birthday of Washington 
 
 ESSAYS. ORATIONS AND ADD 
 
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 America a World Power 
 
 Americanism 
 
 America's Coming Great- 
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 Books 
 
 Education 
 
 Expansion 
 
 Immortality ofGood Deeds 
 
 I^abor and Capital 
 
 Material Wealth of Uncle 
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 Men : Made, Self Made and 
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 Mental Wealth of Uncle 
 
 Modern Fiction [-^am 
 
 MoralWealth of UncleSam 
 
 Municipal Reform 
 
 New Era in Higher Edu- 
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 New Opportunities in a 
 New Age 
 
 Our Couutrv 
 
 A Tribute to Our Honored 
 
 Dead 
 Independence Day 
 
 RE,SSES 
 
 a few: 
 
 Power and Aim 
 Progress of Humanity 
 Pursuit of Happiness, The 
 Success in Life 
 True Greatness 
 True Socialism, The 
 UncleSam: His Character 
 Uses of Education for Busi- 
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 Value of Reputation 
 Wealth. Etc., Etc. ' 
 
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