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[Illustration: Good-by! good-by!]
_A Play in One Act_
MARION CRAIG WENTWORTH
ILLUSTRATED WITH PHOTOGRAPHS FROM THE
PLAY AS PRESENTED BY MME. NAZIMOVA
THE CENTURY CO.
Copyright, 1915, by
THE CENTURY CO.
Acting rights controlled by
DRAMATISTS' PLAY AGENCY,
145 West 45th Street,
NEW YORK CITY
_Published, February 1915_
MY LITTLE BOY
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Good-by! good-by! _Frontispiece_
Arno: You are wanted 42
Hedwig: Franz? }
Amelia: Franz, too } 62
Amelia: No, you must not! You have too
much to live for 66
This play was first produced
on January 25, 1915, at
B.F. KEITH'S PALACE THEATRE,
NEW YORK CITY,
with the following cast:
Hedwig (Joan) Mme. Nazimova
Amelia (Amy) Mary Alden
Mother Gertrude Berkeley
Hoffman (Joseph Kerman) Charles Bryant
Minna Edith Speare
Arno C. Brown
Hertz (Captain Bragg) William Hasson
Peasants, Women and Soldiers.
Time - Present. Place - A War-Ridden Country.
Personal Manager for Madame Nazimova
William F. Muenster
The war brides were cheered with enthusiasm and the churches were
crowded when the wedding parties spoke the ceremony in
concert. - PRESS CLIPPING.
SCENE: _A room in a peasant's cottage in a war-ridden country. A large
fireplace at the right. Near it a high-backed settle. On the left a
heavy oak table and benches. Woven mats on the floor. A door at left
leads into a bedroom. In the corner a cupboard. At the back a wide
window with scarlet geraniums and an open door. A few firearms are
stacked near the fireplace. There is an air of homely color and neatness
about the room._
_Through the open door may be seen women stacking grain. Others go by
carrying huge baskets of grapes or loads of wood, and gradually it
penetrates the mind that all these workers are women, aristocrats and
peasants side by side. Now and then a bugle blows or a drum beats in the
distance. A squad of soldiers marches quickly by. There is everywhere
the tense atmosphere of unusual circumstance, the anxiety and excitement
_Amelia, a slight, flaxen-haired girl of nineteen, comes in. She brushes
off the hay with which she is covered, and goes to packing a bag with a
secret, but determined, air. The Mother passes the window and appears in
the doorway. She is old and work-worn, but sturdy and stoical. Now she
carries a heavy load of wood, and is weary. She casts a sharp eye at
What are you doing, girl? [_Amelia starts and puts the bag in the
cupboard._] Who's going away? They haven't sent for Arno?
_Mother:_ [_Sighs, and drops her load on the hearth._]
Is the hay all in?
Yes. I put in the last load. All the big work on our place is done, and
so - [_Looks at her mother and hesitates. Her mother begins to chop the
wood into kindling._] I'll do that, Mother.
Let be, girl. It keeps me from worrying. Get a bite to eat. What were
you doing with that bag? Who were you packing it for?
_Amelia:_ [_With downcast eyes._]
Sit down, Mother, and be still while I tell you -
[_Pushes her mother into a chair._]
Is there any news? Quick! Tell me!
Not since yesterday. Only they say Franz is at the front. We don't know
where Emil and Otto are, and there's been a battle; but -
_Mother:_ [_Murmurs, with closed eyes._]
My boys! my boys!
Don't, Mother! They may come back. [_A cheer is heard._]
_Amelia:_ [_Running to the door and looking out._]
They are cheering the war brides, that's all.
Aye. There's been another wedding ceremony.
How many war brides to-day?
Ten, they said.
Aye, that is good. Has any one asked you, Amelia? [_Amelia looks
embarrassed._] Some one should ask you. You are a good-looking girl.
_Amelia:_ [_In a low voice._]
Hans Hoffman asked me last night.
The young and handsome lieutenant? You are lucky. You said yes?
_Amelia:_ [_Shakes her head._]
I hardly know him. I've only spoken to him once before. O Mother - that
isn't what I want to do.
What did you tell him?
That I was going away to join the Red Cross.
He didn't believe me. He kissed me - and I ran away.
The Red Cross!
Yes; that is what I was going to tell you just now. That is why I was
packing the bag. [_Gets it._] I - I want to go. I want to go to-night. I
can't stand this waiting.
You leave me, too?
I want to go to the front with Franz and Otto and Emil, to nurse them,
to take care of them if they are wounded - and all the others. Let me,
Mother! I, too, must do something for my country. The grapes are
plucked, and the hay is stacked. Hedwig is gathering the wheat. You can
spare me. I have been dreaming of it night and day.
_Mother:_ [_Setting her lips decisively._]
O Mother, why?
You must help me with Hedwig. I can't manage her alone.
She is strange; she broods. Hadn't you noticed?
Why, yes; but I thought she was worrying about Franz. She adores him,
and any day she may hear that he is killed. It's the waiting that's so
But it's more than the waiting with Hedwig. Aye, you will help Franz
more by staying home to take care of his wife, Amelia, especially now.
_Mother:_ [_Goes to her work-basket._]
Hedwig has told you nothing?
Ah, she is a strange girl! She asked me to keep it a secret, - I don't
know why, - but now I think you should know. See! [_Very proudly she
holds up the tiny baby garments she is knitting._]
_Amelia:_ [_Pleased and astonished._]
So Franz and Hedwig -
For their child. In six months now. My first grandchild, Amelia. Franz's
boy, perhaps. I shall hear a little one's voice in this house again.
_Amelia:_ [_Uncertainly, as she looks at the little things._]
Still - I want to go.
We must take care of Hedwig, Amelia. She is to be a mother. That is our
first duty. It is our only hope of an heir if you won't marry soon - and
if - if the boys don't come back.
Arno is left.
Ah, but they'll be calling him next. It is his birthday to-day, too,
poor lad. He's on the jump to be off. I see him gone, too. God knows I
may never see one of them again. I sit here in the long evenings and
think how death may take my boys, - even this minute they may be
breathing their last, - and then I knit this baby sock and think of the
precious little life that's coming. It's my one comfort, Amelia. Nothing
must happen now.
_Amelia:_ [_With a touch of impatience._]
What's the matter with Hedwig?
I don't know what it is. She acts as if she didn't want to bring her
child into the world. She talks wild. I tell you I must have that child,
Amelia! I cannot live else. Hedwig frightens me. The other night I found
her sitting on the edge of her bed staring, - when she should have been
asleep, - as if she saw visions, and whispering, "I will send a message
to the emperor." What message? I had to shake her out of it. She refuses
to make a thing for her baby. Says, "Wait till I see what they do to
Franz." It's unnatural.
I can't understand her. I never could. I always thought it was because
she was a factory-town girl.
If anything should happen to Franz in the state she's in now, Hedwig
might go out of her mind entirely. So you had best stay by, Amelia. We
must keep a close eye on her.
[_There is a knock at the door._]
_Amelia:_ [_Looks out of the windows, and then whispers._]
It's Hans Hoffman.
[_The knock is repeated._]
Open, girl! Don't stand there!
[_Enter Hoffman, gay, familiar, inclined to stoutness, but
good-looking. Accustomed to having the women bow down to him._]
[_To Amelia._] Ah, ha! You gave me the slip yesterday!
Good day, Mother. [_She curtsies._]
[_Coming closer to Amelia._]
Where did you run to? Here she as good as promised me she would wed me
to-day, Mother, and then -
Yes, you did. You let me kiss you.
_Amelia:_ [_Taken aback._]
And when I got to the church square to-day, no bride for Hans Hoffman.
Well, I must say, they had the laugh on me; for I had told them I had
found the girl for me - the prettiest bride of the lot. But to-morrow -
_Hoffman:_ [_Taking hold of her._]
Oh, yes, you can. I won't bother you long. I'm off to the front any day
now. Come, promise me! What do you say, Mother?
I should like to see her wed.
_Amelia:_ [_Shrinking from both him and the idea._]
But I don't know you well enough yet.
Well, look me over. Don't you think I am good enough for her, Mother?
Besides, we can't stop to think of such things now, Amelia. It is
war-time. This is an emergency measure. And, then, I'm a soldier - like
to die for my country. That ought to count for something - a good deal, I
should say - if you love your country, and you do, don't you, Amelia?
Well, then, we can get married and get acquainted afterward.
I wanted to be a nurse.
Nonsense! Pretty girls like you should marry. The priests and the
generals have commanded it. It's for the fatherland. Ought she not to
wed me, Mother?
_Mother:_ [_Nodding impersonally._]
Aye, it is for the fatherland they ask it.
Of course. It is your patriotic duty, Amelia. You're funny. All the
young women are tickled at the chance. But you are the one I have picked
out, and I am going to have you. Now, there's a good girl - promise!
[_A hubbub of voices and a cheer are heard outside side. Enter Minna,
flushed, pretty, light headed._]
_Minna:_ [_Holding out her hand._]
Amelia, see! My wedding-ring!
Yes; a war bride!
That's what I am. [_Whirling gaily about._]
_Hoffman:_ [_Shaking her hand._]
Good for you! Congratulations!
Didn't you hear them cheer? That was for me!
There's patriotism for you, Amelia!
When were you married, Minna?
Just now. There were ten of us. We all answered in chorus. It was
fun - just like a theater. Then the priest made a speech, and the
burgomaster and the captain. The people cheered, and then our husbands
had to go to drill for an hour. Oh, I never was so thrilled! It was
grand! They told us we were the true patriots.
Hurrah! And so you are.
Our names will go down in history, honored by a whole people, they said.
[_They are all carried away by Minna's enthusiasm; even Amelia warms
But whom did you marry, Minna?
He's all right. He's a soldier now. Why, he may be a hero, fighting for
the fatherland; and that makes a lot of difference, Amelia.
What did I tell you?
I probably wouldn't have picked him out in peace-times, but it is
different now. He only asked me last night. Of course he may get killed.
They said we'd have a widow's pension fund, - us and our
children, - forever and ever, if the boys didn't come back. So, you see,
I won't be out anything. Anyway, it's for the country. We'll be famous,
as war brides. Even the name sounds glorious, doesn't it? War bride!
Isn't that fine?
Here's a little lady who will hear herself called that to-morrow.
[_Takes Amelia's hand._]
_Minna:_ [_Clapping her hands._]
Amelia a war bride, too! Good!
You'll be proud to hear her called that, won't you, Mother? Give us your
I'd rather be a wife or a widow any day than be an old maid; and to be a
war bride - oh!
[_Amelia is blushing and tremulous._]
_Mother:_ [_With a far-away look._]
It is for the fatherland, Amelia. Aye, aye, the masters have said so. It
is the will and judgment of those higher than us. They are wise. Our
country will need children. Aye. Say yes, my daughter. You will not say
no when your country bids you! It is your emperor, your country, who
asks, more than Hans Hoffman.
_Amelia:_ [_Impressed, and questions herself to see if her patriotism
is strong enough to stand the test, while Hoffman, charmed by Amelia's
gentleness, is moved by more personal feeling._]
_Hoffman:_ [_Kissing Amelia on both cheeks._]
There, it's all settled. [_A faint cheer is heard without._] To-morrow
they will cheer you like that; and when I go, I shall have a bride to
wave me good-by instead of -
_She stands in the doorway, looking out on the distant crowds. She is
tall, well built, and carries herself proudly. Strong, intelligent
features, but pale. Her eyes are large with anxiety. She has soft, wavy
black hair. An inward flame seems to be consuming her.
The sounds continue in the distance, cheering, disputing mingled with
far bugle-calls and marching feet._]
[_The sound startles the others. They turn._]
[_Still in the doorway, looking out._]
You're a war bride yourself, Hedwig.
_Hedwig:_ [_Turns quickly, locates Minna, almost springs at her._]
Don't you dare to call me a war bride! My ring is gold. See. [_Seizes
Minna's hand, and then throws it from her._] Not iron, like yours.
They even call you the first war bride.
_Hedwig:_ [_Furious, towering over her, her hand on her shoulder._]
Say why, why?
Because you were the first one to be married when the war broke out.
_Hedwig:_ [_Both hands on her shoulders._]
Because the Government commanded? Because they bribed me with the
promise of a widow's pension? Tell the truth.
No. Let me go.
So! And how long had Franz and I been engaged? Now say.
_Minna:_ [_Beginning to be frightened._]
_Hedwig:_ [_Flinging her off._]
Of course. Everybody knows it. Every village this side the river knew we
were to be married this summer. We've dreamed and worked for nothing
else all these months. It had nothing to do with the war - our love, our
marriage. So, you see, I am no war bride. [_Walks scornfully away._] Not
like you, anyway.
[_They all stare at her._]
_Hoffman:_ [_Stepping forward indignantly._]
I don't know why you should have this contempt for our war brides, and
speak like that.
_Hedwig:_ [_Sits down, half turned away. She shrugs her shoulders, and
her lips curl in a little smile._]
They are coming to the rescue of their country. Saving it; else it will
_Hoffman:_ [_Waxing warmer._]
They are the saviors of the future.
_Mother:_ [_Softly, laying her hand on Hedwig's shoulder._]
Hedwig, be more respectful. Herr Hoffman is a lieutenant.
When we are gone, - the best of us, - what will the country do if it has
Why didn't you think of that before - before you started this wicked war?
I tell you it is a glory to be a war bride. There!
_Hedwig:_ [_With a shrug._]
A breeding-machine! [_They all draw back._] Why not call it what it is?
Speak the naked truth for once.
You'll take that back to-morrow, when your sister stands up in the
church with me.
_Hedwig:_ [_Starting up._]
Amelia? Marry you? No! Amelia, is this true?
_Amelia:_ [_Hesitating, troubled, and uncertain._]
They tell me I must - for the fatherland.
Marry this man, whom you scarcely know, whom surely you cannot love!
Why, you make a mock of marriage! It isn't that they have tempted you
with the widow's pension? It is so tiny; it's next to nothing. Surely
you wouldn't yield to that?
I did want to go as a nurse, but the priests and the generals - they say
we must marry - to - for the fatherland, Hedwig.
_Hoffman:_ [_To Hedwig._]
I command you to be silent!
Not when my sister's happiness is at stake. If you come back, she will
have to live with you the rest of her life.
That isn't the question now. We are going away - the best of us - to be
shot, most likely. Don't you suppose we want to send some part of
ourselves into the future, since we can't live ourselves? There, that's
straight; and right, too.
_Hedwig:_ [_Nodding slowly._]
What I said - to breed a soldier for the empire; to restock the land.
[_Fiercely._] And for what? For food for the next generation's cannon.
Oh, it is an insult to our womanhood! You violate all that makes
marriage sacred! [_Agitated, she walks about the room._] Are we women
never to get up out of the dust? You never asked us if we wanted this
war, yet you ask us to gather in the crops, cut the wood, keep the world
going, drudge and slave, and wait, and agonize, lose our all, and go on
bearing more men - and more - to be shot down! If we breed the men for
you, why don't you let us say what is to become of them? Do we want them
shot - the very breath of our life?
It is for the fatherland.
You use us, and use us - dolls, beasts of burden, and you expect us to
bear it forever dumbly; but I won't! I shall cry out till I die. And now
you say it almost out loud, "Go and breed for the empire." War brides!
Pah! [_Minna gasps, beginning to be terrified. Hoffman rages. Mother
gazes with anxious concern. Amelia turns pale._]
I never would dream of speaking of Amelia like that. She is the sweetest
girl I have seen for many a day.
What will happen to Amelia? Have you thought of that? No; I warrant you
haven't. Well, look. A few kisses and sweet words, the excitement of
the ceremony, the cheers of the crowd, some days of living together, - I
won't call it marriage, for Franz and I are the ones who know what real
marriage is, and how sacred it is, - then what? Before you know it, an
order to march. Amelia left to wait for her child. No husband to wait
with her, to watch over her. Think of her anxiety, if she learns to love
you! What kind of child will it be? Look at me. What kind of child would
_I_ have, do you think? I can hardly breathe for thinking of my Franz,
waiting, never knowing from minute to minute. From the way I feel, I
should think my child would be born mad, I'm that wild with worrying.
And then for Amelia to go through the agony alone! No husband to help
her through the terrible hour. What solace can the state give then? And
after that, if you don't come back, who is going to earn the bread for
her child? Struggle and struggle to feed herself and her child; and the
fine-sounding name you trick us with - war bride! Humph! that will all be
forgotten then. Only one thing can make it worth while, and do you know
what that is? Love. We'll struggle through fire and water for that; but
without it - [_Gesture._]
_Hoffman:_ [_Drawing Amelia to him._]
Don't listen to her, Amelia.
_Amelia:_ [_Pushing Hoffman violently from her, runs from the room._]
No, no, I can't marry you! I won't! I won't!
[_She shuts the door in his face._]
She will never be your war bride, Hans Hoffman!
_Hoffman:_ [_Suddenly, angrily._]
By thunder! I've made a discovery. You're the woman! You're the woman!
Yesterday there were twenty war brides. The day before there were nearly
thirty. To-day there were only ten. There are rumors - [_Excitedly._]
I'll report you. They'll find you guilty. I myself can prove it.
I heard them say at the barracks that some one was talking the women out
of marrying. They didn't know who; but they said if they caught
her - caught any one talking as you have just now, daring to question the
wisdom of the emperor and his generals, the church, too, - she'd be
guilty of treason. You are working against the emperor, against the
fatherland. Here you have done it right before my very eyes; you have
taken Amelia right out of my arms. You're the woman who's been upsetting
the others, and don't you deny it.
Deny it? I am proud of it.
Then the place for you is in jail. Do you know what will be the end of
_Hedwig:_ [_Suddenly far away._]
Yes, I know, if Franz does not come back. I know; but first [_Clenching
her hands_] I must get my message to the emperor.
_Hoffman:_ [_Very angry._]
You will be shot for treason.
_Hedwig:_ [_Coming back, laughing slightly._]
Shot? Oh, no, Herr Hans, you'd never shoot me!
Do I have to tell you, stupid? I am a woman: I can get in the crops; I
can keep the country going while you are away fighting, and, most
important, I might give you a soldier for your next army - for the
kingdom. Don't you see my value? [_Laughs strangely._] Oh, no, you'd
never shoot me!
There, there, don't excite her, sir.
_Hedwig:_ [_Her head in her hands, on the table._]
God! I wish you would shoot me! If you don't give me back my Franz! I've
no mind to bring a son into the world for this bloody thing you call
I am going straight to headquarters to report you.
[_Starts to go.
Enter Arno excitedly. He is boyish and fair, in his early twenties, and
looks even younger than he really is._]
_Arno:_ [_To Hoffman._]
There's an order to march at once - your regiment.
At once. You are wanted. They told me to tell you.
[Illustration: ARNO: You are wanted.]
[_Hoffman moves with military precision to the door; then turns to
I shall take the time to report you.
_Minna:_ [_To Arno._]
Does Heinrich's regiment go, too?
[_Minna, now thoroughly scared, is slinking to the door when Hedwig
Ha! little Minna, why do you run so fast? Heinrich does not go until
to-morrow. [_Looks at her thoughtfully._] Are you going to be able to
fight it through, little Minna, when the hard days come? If you do give
the empire a soldier, will it be any comfort to know you are helping the
Oh, I am afraid of you!
Afraid of the truth, you mean. You see it at last in all its brutal
bareness. Poor little Minna! [_She puts her arm around Minna with
sudden tenderness._] But you need not be afraid of me, little Minna. Oh,
no. The trouble with me is I want no more war. Franz is at the war. I'm
half mad with dreaming they have killed him. Any moment I may hear. If
you loved your man as I do mine, little Minna, you'd understand.' Well,
go now, and to-morrow say good-by to your husband - of a day.
[_Minna, with a frightened backward glance, runs out the door.