PS 0(7/55^ \3 \'^ rpjjg SUBLIME SACRIFICE A WAR DRAMA ROBERTS Class TS TiStlS GiyiightN? . /^/y COPYRIGHT DEPOSm THE SUBLIME SACRIFICE A DRAMA OF THE GREAT WAR THE SUBLIME SACRIFICE A DRAMA OF THE GREAT WAR A TRAGEDY IN THREE ACTS WITH PROLOGUE BY CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS Oh! Spirit of Sorrow, with such majestic certainty Dost thou come in on all things human; Thy august angel hei&re the compact of Our ]i£k was signed, breathed &r o^ in star-dust. THE TORCH PRESS NEW YORK AND CEDAR RAPIDS, IOWA LONDON: 12-13, HENRIETTA STREET COVENT GARDEN, W.C. 1917 Y^^^'^(^% 0\1^^ \^\1 COPYRIGHT 1917 CHARLES V. H. ROBERTS ALL RIGHTS RESERVED JUNE THE WILLIAM HARVEY MINER COMPANY. INC. SAINT LOUIS — LONDON JUN 21 1917 ©OIA470086 ^-^ i L To the Memory of My Father Frank M. Roberts The marhjrdom of the English nurse, Edith Cavell, stands fcrth pre- eminently as a tragedy which cemnot be overlooked. This drama, fcunded largely on &cts, is an attempt to preserve the local color. C. V. H. R. PROLOGUE CAST OF IMMORTALS Satan The King of Hell Beelzebub Next in Power to Satan Moloch The Fiend of War The Spirit of Nero The Spirit of Attila The Spirit of Bismarck The Spirit of Richard III Devils, Servants, Menials to the Court of Satan, Warriors, etc. PROLOGUE The Great War is conceived by Satan. Scene : Within Pandemonium, the huge palace of the arch- fiend. Dark and grim, spirit shapes and shades are seen entering a low opening to the left. They prostrate themselves first before Satan, who sits on the throne in all his terrible majesty, then stand in debate. The Spirits of Nero, Attila, Bismarck, and other notables, warriors, devils, menials, are glimpsed among the throng. Satan. Bid you welcome here, my noble Fiends And Elements, from near and far, so that Our learned talk may be extended. Beelzebub. Hail, Mighty Satan! Ruler of Hell and all In Primal Night! Satan. My Spirit Presences And all you Minds conceived so grand and fair, lO The Sublime Sacrifice Embroiled my course to winged assault pursues! A Thunder plan doth flame within my soul, At which Tri-named, Tri-featured God may well A-tremble. Moloch. That and other questions we Would hear — new spell from out thine ancient might, Fathomed deep in great consistency. Satan. My wits be certain — up there upon the Earth, Has Civilization lasted long enough. While are we no nearer to the Infinite. Intolerable, even Sloth in Hell; Our inaction must be shaken up! Moloch. Nature retains her veil. Despite our work Is Christ enthroned within her sanctu- aries. The Sublime Sacrifice 1 1 Consort, and champion fierce, the Reign of Peace! Lie we, ill-starred, seduced and unwise. Nero. A Matricide, free-souled am I to speak. And worthy of this great captivity. I used to write good verse and music, Fiends, And played my part for Hell while there on earth. I hate the Cross congratulating Rome, And did my best to stamp its breeders out ; From Palatine hatched terrors kin to these. [Applause~\ Let's scan a resurrection from this grave! Break the Hymns of Heaven into discord ! Notes of vengeance on its saintly scales! \^More applause~\ Beelzebub. Fat thy deeds, but lean in victims here. Satan. My plan ill suits the Artist-God and Proud, For our rebuffs let Europe make amends. 12 The Sublime Sacrifice Those countries Christian, but there's one, Oh! Moloch Pursues thy clouds of War, and is in wakeful Preparation now. Instinct with fire And fury filled — his engines and his crafts To be but touched by our Allegiance; Thus Christ, and Justice, temples, pious cities, All unaware — are quickly tumbled down. The wails of women, priests, and flutter- ing pinions, Pity, Love, and all such kindred follies Will burn in ruddy flame, beneath this bannered Host. Attila. Master, how I greet thy words! To Chalons-plain again send me. The world By massacre, as well should soon be ended; And in the lees of infants' blood be drowned. The Sublime Sacrifice 13 Chorus of Devils. Aye — Aye — let him go forth — let him go forth! Richard {limping up towards the throne of Satan) . Assured and right speaks this eccentric Hun. The stock is rare and easily collected. In foul proportion let me take a part, My memory gloats within conspiracies. Beelzebub. No shop on Earth is better for our task, Forthwith to all our ends, than Hun-be- gotten Prussia; his artilleries attuning — glow- ing, Ripe to strike our haughty Adversary. Satan (calling Bismarck from the throng). Bismarck! Thou art more recently fa- miliar. What hast thou to say? I stood behind thee In thy former war, and when thou camest To this infernal Place — I saw thy Sanguinary work, there well established. 14 The Sublime Sacrifice Bismarck. Satan — I dream not in the thirst for blood; Nor zest acute, or wish that war return. I would not have my country thus in- volved. I see thy Motive and thy Prophecy! For Time one reaps in all Eternity. [^Hisses^ Unconfirmed, Prussia is prepared for war; In that alone am I responsible. Such preparation best upholds for peace; True for all the world and all mankind. For conquest further, I will not be part. Though loud and fierce in blame, thy hate may be. Satan {with grinning malice). Say, fool, is this thy gratitude? Bismarck {calmly). No, — not At all. I see the circling splendor of My work, as I do see the ruin there Combined — this hostile evil thou wouldst hatch. The Sublime Sacrifice 15 My one regret to shame, my plans do give To thee such scope, to reek this wider carnage. For that alone thou shouldst be very thankful. [^Hisses'] Satan {rising from the throne in supreme anger) . And for it true I am — and through it thou Shalt suffer, demi-god 'gainst this, my greatest Thrust. Back! thou seemest as if thou hadst Some claim upon Celestial Virtue. Trust not Ambitious Shade, my war on Heaven may Be vain, but there on Earth I will be sceptred King. Upon thy boasted work, build up my throne. {To Attila] Attila! Armed thou here with Hell- flames — Go! With wiles and thy resistless ways, be- numb 1 6 The Sublime Sacrifice ' The reason of that Prussian dynasty. \Glaring and pointing his sceptre at Bismarck\ Worse of all destroyed will be their ends! [^Glancing maliciously towards Richard^ As well the temper of those British swine, Distinct to prosper like by force or fraud, And crazed to colonizing all the Earth. An Isle of stubborn brood, but well ar- rayed In sovereignty's conceit and boasted bark. To guile and sway the oceans for our work. {^Addressing himself to all^ Hear my decree and solemn domination! We in Hell shall now be those supreme. In conscience lies the engine of all deeds; Our conscience high advanced is now to War. Ambition burns 1 Our hatred of mankind. In sharp compulsion, spread our flames of malice! Let Chaos intervolve without remorse! On everything that's mortal, turn thy wrath. The Sublime Sacrifice 17 Slaughter babes, cathedrals batter down! Rape mothers, daughters, both — beneath the moon! Rise, Massacre, Passion, Madness, Force, and Fury! If not a final victory over Heaven, On Earth shall we reek Frightfulness un- known ! [fFiU and tumultuous din of applause throughout Pandemonium'] CURTAIN DRAMATIS PERSONAE Lady Vernon Wife of the late Sir Charles Vernon ,, I Her Daughters Margaret J Sir John Steele Capt. R. J. F.j betrothed to Edith General Karl von Hofen. . . .Commander of German Army in Flanders Captain Frederick Harrach . . With von Hofen s Staff Baron Freiderick Von der Achen. . . .Military Gov- ernor of Brussels The Baroness His Wife The American Minister to Belgium The Spanish Minister to Belgium Lieutenant Horst With Von Hofen s Staff Raghab Steele's Egyptian Attendant SuSANNE Lady Vernon s French Maid A German Orderly. . In charge of English Officers held prisoner with Von Hofen s Army An Aide to Baron Von der Achen A Chaplain Soldiers, Stretcher Bearers, Orderlies, Trench Diggers, Servants, etc., etc. V^arriors, etc. ACT I ACT I Time — June, 191 5. Place — London. Late in the evening. Scene : Boudoir in the apartment of the Vernons, overlook- ing street, where the marching of soldiers on their way to embark for the continent is heard almost continuously. The living-room is handsomely fur- nished, A balcony slightly to the left overlooks the street. Prominent in the room is an old arm chair and large portrait of Sir Charles Vernon, killed a year ago in action. [The telephone rings. Enter SuSANNE] SUSANNE. Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu! The telephone again ! A lump comes in my throat for news from France. [As she picks up the receiver^ We know not what these rings may have in store. Hello ! Non ! He is not here ! Soon — oui! yes! 24 The Sublime Sacrifice {Enter LaDY VerNON] Lady Vernon. Is there any news, Susanne? Quick — tell me! Susanne. A call for Monsieur John, Madame — no message! He 'phoned before he would be here at nine. [Exit SuSANNE] [Enter MARGARET] Margaret. I must do something for my country, mother. Lady Vernon {sitting in the arm chair). This arm chair of your father's — ah, my sorrow Is not eased! Margaret. Almost a year. Lady Vernon. My child. You cannot feel as I, what we have lost. [Glancing at her husband^s portrait^ The Sublime Sacrifice 25 So bravely on the Marne, his debt for freedom Paid the Christian world. Charles! Charles! Margaret. Glory and the marching hosts of war. Lady Vernon. Yet, Bleeding conquerors — entangled death. Our dull expectancy and deep alarms. To wait and wait, these empty endless years! 'Tis fearful to be helpless. As in a desert Lost, I seem in this old home. A diadem Infernal — this strife that serves the hates of Kings! Faint, Margaret, is your mother's smile these days. When England is imperiled to hold her liberty. Call upon one's friends, — to hear of death ; Hoping for those, who ne'er shall come again. 26 The Sublime Sacrifice Margaret {seriously). Our public peril must crush our private grief. Lady Vernon. Flown, nobler sharers in the human mind. Margaret. Luxury must abdicate its reign. Lady Vernon. No topic ever talked but war. Adown Alas, does heaven look with coldest eyes, O'er fierce uncertainty and dreadful fear; The twilight of my life seems burnt in flame. Margaret. Our tangling gold with India's webs against the foe, Australia, France, and Russia now pre- pared, The Prussian's foot tramps not on glory long. Lady Vernon. To-morrow, we will hear some truth and then — Nothing remains — nothing remains, but war. The Sublime Sacrifice 27 [Enter EdITH] Edith {with enthusiasm), I am going, mother — 'tis my duty there, To nurse the soldiers — greater legacy, A sequel, solemn fitting for our loss. Lady Vernon. You're still a child, my Edith, — sprung from the arms Of England's chivalry. Edith. Twenty-two. Lady Vernon. Four months in lack of that. Margaret. I too, should go. Edith. My oath is ratified, though strange the pains That wring around my heart to leave you here. Lady Vernon {bitterly). Love and sentiment dissolve and vanish. Edith {looking out of the window — regi- 28 The Sublime Sacrifice merit seen marching in the street below. Band plays ^'Tipperary'^) . Oh! My bravest Tommies, to raging hills in France! The open plains beneath the open sky, In waking wonder to the battle cry! O'er there the grander joy, of aiding you. All my efforts cherished for that end. Lady Vernon (passionately). Children! Children! Pity me, — No! No! My husband dead, shall I be childless too? You are innocent as yet of this great life. It's borne on me, sorrow, love and fear. Edith. Are these wrists too feeble for such work? Margaret. The name of woman always so despised! Edith. My country bleeding, — why should I, here be Surrounded with such loving care? My father died — 'tis not untimely fallen me. The Sublime Sacrifice 29 Margaret. Right, Edith. Adorn our griefs with tending those In pain. That's the womans' share! Edith. Think of Paris last September; Those days of agony before the Marnel All unaware, the while, the world test — \^She sits down at the piano improvis- ing and singing a sonnet in low reci- tative tones^ "An unaccustomed silence overhung. The maddening beauty of that summer night. Paris, all shadowy, showed no gleaming light. But calm in darkness lay. High from among Nebulous clouds, we watched with sad delight The goddess of the moon emerge, all young And golden; careless of those hearts so wrung, 30 The Sublime Sacrifice By terrible uncertitude. The sight Superb and splendid of the heavens, strung With innumerable stars, limpid, benign, Was mirrored on the Seine's placidity. And lighted mystically the curving line Of shadowed arches. The while, rhyth- mically Your heart throbbed infinite tragedy to mine." Lady Vernon. The world is still a nursery for you, girls. Edith. Poor Belgium — the tramping, broken, wounded, trenches, dying! Margaret. There one gains a crown of deathless flame. Lady Vernon. See your father in that great last charge — Edith. That brought new life into the world, For Joflfre and his legions. Before that cup The Sublime Sacrifice 31 Of Death — o'er-whelming sea — retreat from Mons. Lady Vernon {very sorrowfully). Yet the sacrifice. Oh! my husband, Obedient, faithful, loyal to our king. [^Wiping the tears from her eyes^ That upturned face amid the dimness — coming stars, Your passion spent — so noble in the cold — The funeral here — a twilight lane, and then we back to sterner things. Margaret. 'Tis so. Aloud for sacrifices more — occasion cries! True life is one continuous sacrifice. Edith. Did God find any other way but Calvary? Let us, mother, match our loyalties! [Enter SiR JOHN STEELE] Lady Vernon {greeting him). Why, here is John! 32 The Sublime Sacrifice Sir John. Pardon — so serious? To sigh is almost treason in these times. Great, sweet ladies, — at last I have my orders! To-night, we embark for the continent; there To the front and thrills unknown. Edith. Oh! My beloved! Sir John {kissing Edith, then turning to Margaret) . Where we forget — our passioning veins in fire. Somewhere in France or Belgium, Mar- garet. [^arcastically'\ "Contemptible little English Army." Ha! Unnumbered sparks true fixed in resolu- tion. Edith. Avenge Louvain, — the Lusitania! Some men are flesh and blood and honor still. The Sublime Sacrifice 33 Sir John. To battle now in blazed battalions! In bleeding ancient high heroic France! God's skies o'er-look our great offensive. Edith {to her mother). It's glorious! Margaret {to Sir John). Through that casement there below, We see you passing down the street. Edith. England! With your blood — heroic savor o'er the fields, Give me taste — I'm following him. Lady Vernon {bitterly). Cheerful words to comfort my dark hours. Oh! Civilization, why dost thou reel and crash? Thy world a-tumbling down in thunder. Where is thy Christ, thy Diadem of man? All fiery flints, a-whizzing in the air. Affections swayed to naught but killing — death. 34 The Sublime Sacrifice Thy greatest temples — cannons' under- lings. [Aside to SiR JOHN] The girl is mad, John! Try to move her thoughts In their determination. I have lost that faith And joy, my children, felt when my world was young. And I a part. Come, Margaret! [Exeunt Lady V. and Mar.] Sir John {sitting on the arm of the chair with Edith). Beloved, my heart's afire for you and England! To draw one slaughtered Uhlan from out the stirrup. Farewell to all the earth at once! Edith {taking his hand). All who ever loved are most unhappy. Yet's your life in mine in Love's complet- est way. Am I to stay? No, — never — never — never! The Sublime Sacrifice 35 Sir John. Ah! yes, — what was it that your mother meant? Edith {seriously). We cannot marry, soon, — sweeter rites For war must now be put aside. Sir John {holding her face between his hands). Darling, Each hour — each moment — I love you — love you more. Forever through all future days of Time. Edith {with rising enthusiasm) . Near Brussels, I believe my unit's quar- tered. For me a joy 'twill be, which grief en- dears; A surged struggle o'er the dying lives. In thoughts and acts for all their human needs. Sir John {intensely). Oh! Edith — little child — my future wife! Let not that business take you hence. 36 The Sublime Sacrifice You must Not go! I will not let you go! Those scenes, Bitter strife — wounded, shrieking, cry- ing, dead! Edith {positively). My call, John, — false reasoning from a soldier! I'll whisper to those souls in twilight dim, God knows, in fact, theyUl need our wo- man's care. Sir John. No English nurse can get to Belgium now! Edith. The Unit which I join's American. Fully prepared am I to take this step. I know the life is nobler than all life. Sir John. Beloved, you are transfigured — glori- fied! I trust your word, for I can see your soul Divineth many things, and all are true. Supreme in love, — sublime in sacrifice. The Sublime Sacrifice 37 [Enter RagHAB] Raghab {handing SiR JOHN several tele- grams). Master, secret orders — at midnight we must leave. Sir John {after reading the telegrams). Await me at the barracks, Raghab. [Exit Raghab, bowing'] [To Edith] He's a goodly servant, dear, faithful, true. In Transvaal twice he saved my life. Edith {tenderly), John, with all our deeds ahead think now These moments here may be our last to- gether. War or madness, you I have and love. And you are all my joy — the rest for- gotten. [Leading SiR JOHN to the balcony] Look out o'er the balcony and breathe With me the air. Sir John. London half sleeping watches 38 The Sublime Sacrifice Us. Ah! Who is there would not all things Forget with you — soul harmony divine! Edith {tearfully). I wish our souls could soar away, — our loves Empassioning bodies in the ages gone Rush past me, in this warring air. As nuptial tapers flame the Iliad. Our anguish now, hath been and yet shall be! Sir John. Happy, Edith, always — always — ! Edith. Nay! Believe not ere the last day fall. I shall go down and be as cold as stone, And you will kiss me and I shall not know. Sir John {passionately). Sweet eyes, come close, those jewelled drops of dew. Whose beauty shines like evening stars ablaze; Out of this fiery labryrinth of war. The Sublime Sacrifice 39 A thousand days of glory and renown, An everlasting music o'er our lives, The very crest and summit of our joy. Edith {as they enter the room again). Many are loved, but few, so few adored! My heart — my heart! I'm wretched past endurance. Which the prospect of my work does not afifect. No break behind these flaming wreaths of mist, Where all the fields are sprinkled with our dead. Sir John. Go not, Edith, — you know not half the dangers. Edith. Everything becomes the thing it is. In one part more or in another less; Uncertainty and love — so close of kin. I care not for the dangers, for myself, I dread not anything, and yet, — ah! Sir John {looking at his watch — seizing and kissing Edith passionately). Late — farewell! 40 The Sublime Sacrifice Light of my soul, for kisses such as these, I cross death's brink. Sweet sapphires set in tears. Love is first and last and whole beyond the end. Edith. Forever young, forever fair, forever Living — strong into eternity. Sir John. Oh! War, press lightly on that angel breast. Within the pulsing treasure of my life. Edith {passionately). Beloved, I worship you — those words up-lifting verse. To chant the ending of all grievous woe, In sunsets gem-like on the passing day. Sir John. War or peace or death or life, who Shall tell us which the sweeter music is. When all unite in so grand a harmony. [With both hands on her shoulders'] Our Lord, Jesus, high in Paradise, The Sublime Sacrifice 41 Look down upon my fragile child and guide her Noble mission, mid those bleeding souls; Their cries, abyss of men and bitter deaths. [Stroking her brow'] Before this gentle face, I plead Thy mercy. Edith {clinging to him). We learn of love through sorrow; is it so? Sir John. Grief by grief a rosary told each other. Edith. In loving you, my deepest thoughts take wings. Upon the which is every virtue founded. Nothing breathes or moves away from you. This sudden thing has come between us two, I feel so proud and yet more fit to die. Sir John. Not sudden, Edith — all predestined there. 42 The Sublime Sacrifice Edith. Life is like a hill of shifting sands. Sir John. A sterner summons asketh more of us. Edith. How great and oh ! how fitting is the time. Sir John. With nations shaping thus a Europe new. Edith. The living waves a-wafting on to death. Sir John. And dizziness bewildering every sea. Edith {tearfully). Farewell, my darling — kiss me — kiss me. Alas! Your wife in name to share her husband's thought, Incorporates his heart, with all her soul. Sweet whispered blessings on my brow — pray For equal safety in your coming days. To the end and depth of all I cling to you. The Sublime Sacrifice 43 Sir John. Beloved, weUl meet athwart the battle- fields. Day of double joy — ^til then — farewell! [Exit Sir John] \_A long pause'] [Edith stands in silence near the mantel] Edith. One cannot be the mistress of herself, So much enwrapped — in love with him as I. No girlish fancy — deepest passion in me, Who has never loved before — flood gates unbarred. The bent up tide engulfs my body, mind and soul. Gone! The stroke's so sudden as a tomb That still was open, falls the heavy stone. Our Lady from thy glowing shrine all golden. Mother of Him Who ruleth all things just. My lover's fate and mine resigned to thee ! [Sudden roaring and tumult and clat- ter of horse^s hoofs heard without] 44 The Sublime Sacrifice - That horn — the horses' gallop — discor- dant sounds! I know them well — the signal — Zeppe- lins! Hover those demons in the starry air, Their plunging beaks to reek night- winged murder. Mother — Margaret — Susanne — quick- ly come! {Enter excitedly Lady VerNON and Margaret attired in negligee, fol- lowed by Susanne. Edith runs and looks over the balcony^ Yes — the lights are out — the street's in utter Darkness — Lady Vernon. Oh! God! What have we done? Susanne. Decendez — Madame faites vite — c'est les Zeppelins! Lady Vernon. Come! Come! Come! Children! [^They rush out of the front door of The Sublime Sacrifice 45 their apartment. Outside continues the tumultuous uproar and excite- ment created by one of these accus- tomed raids} CURTAIN ACT II ACT II Time — Autumn, 1915. Late on an afternoon. Scene: A battlefield in Belgium within the German lines. Close by is seen a Field Hospital. Battle raging and wounded being rushed by continuously. Dis- tant roaring and cries heard from the trenches. German officers, some sitting, others standing around their General. Table covered with several steins, papers, telephones, maps, and other paraphernalia. [Enter LlEUT. HORST saluting the General^ Von Hofen. Well? Lieutenant. The enemy presses hard our right. Those English! Too well sheltered their artillery. Von Hofen. Bah! Ten thousand thunders! They fawn as hounds. 50 The Sublime Sacrifice - Harrach. Gutless dogs, gazetted heroism, War ends war! [Officers laugh derisively'] Von Hofen. A Frenchman, I 'd salute, And drink with him — I grant that Foch at Ypres Was a fighter — not these island swine. An Officer {half drunk, peering toward the distant firing line) . Oho! That was a great charge; reload! Fire! Von Hofen. More slaughter in the sacred cause of Power! Sugar-sticks of sentiment! Honor, National destiny, incantations. And the rest of it — cold-blooded kill- ing— That's what counts and all! War is life! Harrach. Peace is a loathsome jelly-fish. The Sublime Sacrifice 51 Von Hofen. Prattling, Sermonizing suck the blood of men. Old fangled gospels do not bind us up. Treaties are the whims of weaker race. Shoot 'em down — that's government! Lieutenant. My orders, sir? Von Hofen. Eh? Give me that paper. We're slow in the Fatherland, but thor- ough. [^Pointing towards the trenches'] Took forty years to pile our gold for that. No scruples in preparedness, Harrach, eh? [Cheers'] To win in war, you've got to war in peace. We'll hack these holy places through and through. Star-flingers, pigmy priests — Bah ! dream- ers all! Prayers never see what's at their feet. A saint at war would be God's greatest idol. 52 The Sublime Sacrifice - WeVe aliens in this strange old Flemish land, Our purpose for a place beneath the sun. Fight, tear down — believe in life and grow. [Cheers] [ They sing ''Deutchland Uber Alles"] Lieutenant. There's another force to westward! Von Hofen. Silence — drink! Feed the flame and care not what it burns! Harrach. Let nothing stand between us and our goal. The floor of Heaven bends beneath our tread. Von Hofen. These whining Belgians — sack of cities proof. Barking dogs and mewing cats — out all! Against the high supremacy of might, To expiate their treason to our cause. [Cheers] [Exeunt all but VON HOFEN, HarraCH, and Lieutenant] The Sublime Sacrifice 53 Harrach. The world is overstocked with foolish brood; War's of eternal need for human kind. [Enter an ORDERLY who salutes'] Orderly. I have an English prisoner — an officer. Von Hofen. Oh! Excellent! Some dog has yielded then! Orderly. We caught him lurking near a farther trench. Von Hofen. Bring him in, where I can see the man. Slim — featureless — an empty ass, I'll bet. Orderly. He's blindfolded. Von Hofen. Keep him so — go! [Exit Orderly] [Looking toward the trenches with his field glass] 54 T^he Sublime Sacrifice ' Shivery — shaky shots — whafs the mat- ter With you fellows? Take a steady aim. ^Addressing LIEUTENANT] Your orders — fetch that woman from the Hospital. A comely nurse — your war bride, Har- rach, eh? Ach! Speak the naked truth this once. I'll pay her homage — she was surely game, As hard to capture as the wildest hare. Harrach. I wish 'twere so — she scorns my offer. My only gift is some small share of wit. My love and hate are balanced on the scale. Von HoFEN {striking his fist on the table) . Mein Gott! No odious English offspring here! Our breed expands not in such wretched stock. Distorted all your children's shapes would be. The Sublime Sacrifice 55 A race of upstart creatures all of them. As far from love am I as moon from earth. l^Slyly and in lower tone] With terrors and these clamors all around, Flame her with lust and go you swift afar. Immeasurably, all things are Prussians* prey, The great and master force of modern age. Harrach. Pity chokes in our necessities. Von Hofen. Win the wench, contrary though she be. \^ A side to himself^ A toy that shines — a golden sheep to hang. \_Enter ORDERLY with prisoner walking erect, and blindfolded'] Von Hofen. Unbandage his eyes and let me see this man. 56 The Sublime Sacrifice ' Harrach. Of all the common rogues — these are the worst. Sir John {to Von Hofen). I understand, sir, you're the General. Von Hofen. Christian crutches! Good German tongue he speaks. Harrach {roughly). I know their disposition well — salute, man! Von Hofen [going closer, breast out and curling his mustache) . Where is your main force? Out — out with it. We're here to teach you Kultur, fellow. Professing both of us, the love of peace, But English manners are intolerable. Sir John {politely). Cannot you see I'm suffering, General? Von Hofen. Give him a drink, men. Pardon me, sir. Our business, tho', is war — your main force where? The Sublime Sacrifice 57 Sir John. I was dazed — I do not remember — my wound. Von Hofen. Search him. Understand we're always thorough. Safety nestles in the lap — our business — Sir John {interrupting him). Your business war — Oh! God, I wish it were! The thongs of war's true quality, I love. But! What is your war to-day — your culture? I'm your prisoner, men, — yet I'm going to speak! Not great armies meeting in the clash And frenzy of heroic single battle. Where bravery was the master of our fate, And valor was the victor on the field. [^Short pause~] Your war is on the sanctuaries, and The emblems of the silenced centuries. You come as wolves upon the innocent. In trepidation — homes so pitiful! 58 The Sublime Sacrifice Harrach. Silence this man — dare such presump- tion here! Von Hofen. 'Tis quite amusing — let him babble on. Sir John. This war — your war, is the flower of the Christian Race — torn and withered, hungry, bleed- ing, Up to its knees in icy water. This war Is fought in the dark. Eyes are used — but where? In aeroplanes o'er head — or periscopes Beneath the sea. Havoc upon the very Souls, that work to give your wounded succor. Are you not officers, — each of you with homes? In righting wrong, must you needs wrong the right? To make war frightful does not make it win. Did Bluecher fight this course at Water- loo, The Sublime Sacrifice 59 In his great wake and tramping host through Belgium Then, did such afflictions mar her fertile plains? Did Bismarck war upon bereaved wo- men, Outrage their ministries and solemn rights? Did Frederick the Great — his flaming legionaries. Tear down the shrines of God's antiquity? Von Hofen. Herrgottsakrament! This man talks well, Enlivened by our Muenchner. War Is war, my fellow! Half restrained your country Now — her conquests round the tremb- ling world. Little right has she to criticize. The strife of glory — that we mean to win, And wave our fiery swords athwart to heaven. In solemn might break down your rule of seas. 6o The Sublime Sacrifice ' Ach! I but return the compliment! I will parole you, Captain, here to-day; And question later. A great observer but I '11 trust you ! Come — come inside with me. What's odds between us — let's make equal there. An enemy's kindness oft exceeds a friend's. Sir John. I thank you, General — and I'll tend my wound. [Sir John and the General enter VON HOF- EN^S private tent^ Harrach. Here comes the girl — the joyfulnesswith which I flame — lucky for our wounded, she's with us. Her eyes are lights, as of the heaven opening; My passion will not sleep until it's sate. At last the cup for which my lips are parched. The Sublime Sacrifice 6i {Enter EdITH with HoRST] Edith (^^^r^jj/n^ Harrach). The General sent for me? \^Sudden increase in the distant din of battle~\ Harrach. He^s not here now. Edith {turning to go), I will return — the soldiers dying need me. [Pauses — murmurs half to herself — growing gradually intense, and looking towards the trenches'] Heaven's azure — how can you look upon This furnace-mouth of Chaos — flaming strife? Why does Thy Power not in sudden view appear? Perplexed am I to know Thy Toleration. Frightful — horrible war! Leaping fires Of human passions, frenzies, despairs and madnesses! Shattering lines, screaming shells, ranks Of flesh and blood — for what? In vain — in vain! 62 The Sublime Sacrifice - Hear your victims wailing in the gloom. Monstrous harvest which ambition sows. ^'Oh! God — water — water — my brow — my leg, My arms hang loose — I'm crushed." Those cries of mercy. Mangled hands and bloody wrists. Poor little Boys just out of school. "I thirst — Pm hurt — Vm blind — a horse has trampled on me. Help! Help! I die — curse all this — oh! mother! mother!" Then ^Wurse, for dear Christ's sake, put a bullet in my heart." Harrach. Waste not your passion more on war than love, Though such venom from your lips is sweetest breath. ^Approaching her'] Frown not upon me with those glaring eyes. The Sublime Sacrifice 63 Change your moanings into loving glance. [^Tenderly'] Fraulein — did you read the verses I sent you? Their mood of kindness and their truth- ful words? Edith ( ign ring him). Tell the General I'll return anon. Harrach. 'Tis adoration draws me closer still. You're linked to all the stars, and one with God, Let this nursing go — and come with me. Edith. Talk less of stars, and tend your manners more, I obey my duty, not you. Captain Har- rach. Harrach. Our fate was made before our days were made. You are my dawn — my soul is like the field. 64 The Sublime Sacrifice - Edith. Sir, — have at least for me the grace of silence. Harrach. You will have me exiled from the Father- land. But I love you, Edith, and I want you — Edith {scornfully). How dare a Prussian talk to me of love? I breathe my curses deep upon you all. Harrach. No whit inferior — 1^1 have you, Edith — soul And heart and lips and dazzling eyes, Gott — \^He attempts to kiss EdITH — she slaps him across the face^ Edith. To all you brutes — leave legacies as those. Harrach {half -angrily) . A stroke in jest may oft prove grave, Fraulein ; Affections wounded scar to skins of hate — The Sublime Sacrifice 65 Edith. All vilest scars — the skins of Huns to me ! Harrach. For your own sake be just a little wise. The ear to love without an answer — yes, Does not demand return of tenderness. Edith. Silence, fool — clown — scuttling spider! Harrach. It's not well — you chide me thus. I could Forget — expose your crafty methods here, Of aiding prisoners to escape our lines. The safer course of things may go to wrong. Edith {aside to herself). My God! Alone in such a camp — one woman! 'Mid all these blasts of changing fates exposed ! Harrach. Better the briefest human dreams, than all 66 The Sublime Sacrifice Eternal law. Mingled perfumes, — Sweet, Do not scorn me — give those lips to kiss, Immortality's between the rims, [Sir John comes out of Von Hofen's tent^ To-night and you and this — one endless night! In balms, and dews and darknesses and dreams ! [Harrach pulls Edith to him — she struggles. Sir John rushes up and throws Harrach aside, Edith and Sir John recognize each other~\ Edith. John! You here? Oh! Touch me! Touch me! that I know it's true — these depths of woe upon Our lives; my trust has been in God — rewarded. Sir John (passionately) . Edith — my little Edith? My beloved! The Sublime Sacrifice 67 HARRACH {maliciously). Rose-flush, rare azure and fairy face! Better that this lovely form be shattered, Than, that another sun should look upon it. Edith. To meet you here — ah! happy yet cruel chance! Together we may find the door of hope. Sir John. From fallen sunsets to diviner wakening Dawns. The greatest hope is of Love's giving! Harrach. Break off this English blasphemy. Enough! You, man, have struck a German officer. A better prisoner's life for such a stroke. Edith. Oh! My brain, my misery, my love! When powerless the frail estate of human Things, then most, ah, most are they es- teemed ! [Enter VON HOFEN] 68 The Sublime Sacrifice Von Hofen {loudly). What's this rumpus, Harrach? Shadowy faces Conjured within the realm of my com- mand. No defiance here, my Englishman. Sir John. I would protect a woman, sir, whether It shakes pestilence, anger, war, or death. Von Hofen [gazes inquiringly at them all), [Addresses EdiTH] You have attractive graces, lady, tell me? Edith. General — ill deeds make fair ones shine. War-flung, or in the calmest shades of peace. Captain Harrach insulted me — your prisoner There — an old dear friend of mine pro- tected Me — that's all. Von Hofen (getting angrier) . Britisher — respect You have for your parole. The Sublime Sacrifice 69 Sir John. Respect for women More. Would chastity in them be but a name? Von Hofen. Bah! these arguments. Harrach take Your wench. Appealing sweet before my eyes Those wide blue founts a-flush me with delight. Such trifles make the sum of nature's cun- ning. [Exit Von Hofen] Edith {looking at Harrach). The mind is maimed by its own will whereof The deed becomes perverse — destroys all reason. Harrach {seizing Edith by the wrist). There is no gift that is too poor to give, If love be in the offering. Be large Enough to let forgiveness in. Alike A day will dawn when you may seek for- bearance. [Edith snatches her arm away from yo The Sublime Sacrifice - HarraCH and moves quickly towards Sir John. Harrach follows her] These are the fights of blood and joy and men! I advise you now to come, my dolly. 'Tis strange How many prisoners have escaped by tunnels. The eyes of Prussians always are awake. Your death is sweeter than my misery. Sir John (startled). What means this man, my Edith? Harrach (scornfully). A spy, that's all! Sir John (furiously). Youjvvolf — you hound, you Hun, up- sprung from Hell, You crime-begetter — drenched in wo- men's blood. Withdraw those words! Harrach. Still more to come — still more! Monarch over all, unrivalled lord, su- preme. The Sublime Sacrifice 71 Prussia does not bandy phrase with Britain; Her yellow troops and Afric cannibals — Sheiks and Sengalese and Khans and Czar. \^He rushes to the table, picks up a sword and hands it to SiR JOHN] Man, cross swords with me. In guard! You'll not an evening sleep again in life. By — by the curse of Hell, you die! Edith. Oh! retribution dire — the fault's all mine ! Blessed Virgin, help me — I dare not look! Sir John {as they parry and fight). So you will teach us dreadful Kultur, will you? The world and nothing more — take care, you Hun. What now? A hit — not much! You should taste my boot and not good steel. 72 The Sublime Sacrifice - Harrach. Your Red Cross wench will be my mournful bride! Edith. Unpitied end — all to honor tends! Sir John. In Hell you'll tie some marriage knot! By the soul of Queen Victoria — there? [Sir John stabs Harrach fatally, who falls as the soldiers, officers, and VON HOFEN rush in] Von HofEN (roaringly). Attention! Orders! Enchain that man — the woman Too! Ten thousand Satans — wounded Harrach? [To Sir John] Hang it in the clouds, you'll answer for this. [To Edith] Shells! Fool fire of love and lust! Wench! Your lips of beauty ne'er shall say — to- morrow. The Sublime Sacrifice 73 Edith. Deeds in themselves are law, when they are done. For anything, this moment now consoles. Harrach. Karl — I'm done for! But a word. E'er I leave our field for wake of solemn stars. {Pointing to EdiTH] The frailest stem has strength to push through stones. Partial to that woman — 'gainst my duty — Vain passion — the false philosophy of love, Pleasing sorcery. She's an active spy! Some hundred prisoners have escaped our lines. The Red Cross flag — she used it as a shield. Record — proof of it all — is in my tent. Upon my honor, that led unto this. [Falls backward into the arms of LIEU- TENANT HORST] May Hell's infernal rivers burn the Eng- lish, 74 The Sublime Sacrifice - While Prussia's torrent fire flames up the earth. On to Calais — Paris — London! Ghostly — grows — the sun — Fatherland — Salute! ^Dies'] Von Hofen. There lies a soldier — mourn him, men. Star-strewn along the hills and o'er the sea, His shining armor rises up to Mars, In glory of his fate and splendid deeds. The unwritten laws of God are German Scrip, To live forever — nor can man assign, > Or else the world to bear the penalty. Justice, force, and vengeance — reek you here In swifts of cunning, or at any cost. There is one great throne and powered sovereignty. The earth is half won — but we'll win it all! [Turning and giving orders to HORST] Send that pair to Brussels for their ends. The Sublime Sacrifice 75 The one for murder — the other espion- age. Most evil at its birth is easily crushed. \_Sits down and writes out the order^ Here become our highest holy rites. Forward — a few more trenches take o'er night. CURTAIN ACT III ACT III Time — Autumn, 191 5. Place — Brussels, Belgium. Late in the evening. Scene i : Official quarters in the residence of Baron Freiderick Von der Achen, the Military Governor of Brussels, A large spacious, but somber room — walls covered with military maps, plans of campaign, captured flags, etc. The Baron is seen in full military uni- form sitting at his desk looking over volumes of packages, documents, letters and telegrams. Von der Achen {to himself). Victory on every front. Soon Will we have homes for the expanding of Our breed. War loan promotions — all in vain. Powder-mixers — boasts of starving us. Our Army — submarines will bend them low. God invested in our mighty cause; World-Powered stock — with us incor- porators. 8o The Sublime Sacrifice [Enter AlDE saluting] Aide. Excellency — the Spanish and American Ministers Would see you on important business; Both await your pleasure. Von der Achen. Show them in. [Exit Aide] [Enter AMERICAN and SPANISH MIN- ISTERS, who salute and shake hands with Von DER Achen] American Minister. Sir — we come on a mission of clemency. [Von der Achen bows assent and ap- points them each to a chair near his desk] We hear that Edith Vernon is to die. Von der Achen {coldly) . Right — e'er sunrise tomorrow morn. Maturest Deliberation, but imperative; The woman and her so-called lover, too. The Sublime Sacrifice 8i Spanish Minister. We would plead for him — for her we must have mercy. VONDERAchEN {very positively). All phases were presented — the trial was just. The Emperor himself could not have in- intervened. I can grant no hearing in the other's case. American Minister {hopefully). She's a woman — mitigate such discipline, Oft unseasoned though it seems in justice. Von der Achen. Sirs — I appreciate those sentiments; But no criminal code in all the world, Least that of war — makes such distinc- tion. In the premeditation lies the crime; The phantasma like in brain of man or woman, The genius and the injury are the same; The punishment in like wise should be equal. Among our Russian prisoners many wo- men 82 The Sublime Sacrifice ' We found in man's attire. Had these girls fallen, Would we have been accused of barbar- ism? Why now, another woman meets her death, To which she knowingly exposed herself, As did her Slavic comrades there in battle. American Minister. My plea — she acted with the highest motives ; Such actions should be met with mercy higher. Spanish Minister. To think else, in truth, would be but cold pretense. Von DER AcheN {slightly irritated), I beg your pardon, sirs — there are mo- ments in The fate of nations, when consideration Of an individual, therein. Is crime imbedded in those nations' lives. The Sublime Sacrifice 83 \_More quietly^ In her condemned the motives were not base, And sprung from lofty patriotism, I ad- mit To seal that patriotism then with blood In faces of the enemy, there in battle. Is no more of cause and nobler duty, sirs. Than deeds that bring them justly death, as here. American Minister {disconcerted). Is there no way? Friendly nations both And much for Germany we each have done. Von DER Achen {positively but with regret) . I cannot commute the sentence. Any- thing — \^Enter BARONESS excitedly^ Baroness. Oh! Fritz I What about this English nurse? Choose not women for the waste of war. She lies amid my tears and many fates, 84 The Sublime Sacrifice - And long years for ourselves most full of pain. She must not die — I had a dreadful dream As Pontius Pilate's wife — be merciful! Spanish Minister {bowing to the Baroness) . That is our cause and what we plead, Sefiora. Baroness. Remorse of conscience is akin to Hell, By victory, change or time not comforted ! VONDERACHEN {impatiently). An effect of humor, my dear. Military Necessity ill affords to heed your dreams. Baroness. Grant then, she see her lover e'er she dies. American Minister {eagerly). 'Twould be a kindred favor to my State. My hand for that, I feel you'll not refuse it Baroness {positively). That, at least, you shall do, Fritz, and lift In part a whirling darkness from your soul. The Sublime Sacrifice 85 Von der Achen. America — Spain — conjugal majesty ! [^Hesitates — goes out of the room for a moment and is seen consulting with aide~\ Von der Achen. I grant it, gentlemen. An hour e'er The execution's set — in her cell Alone — the guards and chaplain near without. \_The Ministers thank him, while the Baroness places her hand on his shoulder and kisses him^ CURTAIN ACT III Scene 2 ACT III Scene 2 : Death cell in the Military Prison of Brussels. Small heavily barred window — letting in the last flood-light of a waning moon, before the first streaks of dawn. Within, a small table and bed against which Edith is seen kneeling in prayer. The tramp of the heavy prison guards is heard at regular intervals. Edith. Into thy hands, Oh! Lord, — I commend my spirit! In the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, Amen. [Edith crosses herself, rises from the side of the bed and glances up at the window~\ So still! Nothing wakes as yet except The watchful stars, perhaps too, — full of grief Hiding their pain, behind the pallid moon. \^She clasps one of the window bars and gazes intently at the stars^ 90 The Sublime Sacrifice Yon olden jewels, lightning inner glooms, How many things you know and never tell! I ask you why such a silence holds the earth? [^Sighs deeply'] My life will set with the rising sun, and day Will drop her golden mantle on my name. \^She turns and approaches the table] Slow ages swirl beneath me, one by one. In sense of opening and unfolding things. The vision of my childhood steals on me. [^She picks up a small picture of her sister, commences to sob and laugh hysterically, and moves backwards towards the window] "Tiny! Tiny! Come to the play- room, dear, To our toys — and baby dolls and fairy tales!" We are playing — singing — romping — laughing — "Close Your eyes — quick — quick! Sister's hid- ing — find her!" The Sublime Sacrifice 91 Little joys — innocence — smaller tri- umphs! *^Mother says, we must write to Santa Claus! Daddy has promised a new ghost story tonight!" \^More calmly^ The unrelenting world, I knew not then, But lived I on, with fear in confidence. And sacred trust, by equal trust all shared. What have these later years, since then revealed All unexpected — therefore, sadder still? Oh! Let me forget — make me forget a while. Since it is all so far, so far away! And I must watch it ebb to Time's great seal \_She dries her eyes with her handker- chief^ Astray is a cold strange splendor now. Twice desolate, this night and coming day! 92 The Sublime Sacrifice My soul creeps and climbs, falters and is sped. Wherein so long this deed may chime with word, Who hath some tears, may pay me pity's debt! [^She lights an old lamp^ Two-thirds of life, the wise men say, is to have grieved! What am I, really, — was I ever after all? Seeing eyes, feeling nerves, memoried Mind — this tragedy of nothingness. The being I am, I own, possess — possess! As is the cause of all and each a thing, Felt like a fire, to kindle and go out. So life in its greatest loveliness is no Possession — forgetful we be of our end. \^A knock^ Voice from without. My child! Edith. The Chaplain's voice! [Rattle of keys. Enter a priest^ [As he approaches her~\ Father! Father! The Sublime Sacrifice 93 The Priest. Courage — my child — in death is life be- yond! Edith. Does the world still scoff at me — deny me now? Life's cup of Happiness we hold so high, Who knows but to exist and how to die ! The Priest. Courage! [Edith kneels down as he hears the whispered confession and adminis- ters the Sacrament^ Edith {slowly rising) . God in reward for separations lived, — Clearly, do I see it now — clearly! Takes us to Him for all eternity. I have full self-reliance and the strength! The Priest. The Sacrament of Christ is perfect peace. Walk in its light, there is no darkness now. A little later — I'll return, my child! [Exit The Priest] 94 The Sublime Sacrifice Edith. God's miracle doth urge within my soul, And yet — for one sweet day in England! Home! [^She sits down and commences to write a letter, murmuring as she writes^ Mother, my beloved, and Margaret, dear. If ever you receive this letter, know Your little Edith's then in heaven; Across the pearled threshold to our father. For the same just cause to nobler con- summation. Greater peace — greater service — greater glory. Perhaps already father knows I 'm com- ing, Mid the thousands and the millions that have fallen. Light issues forth amid this darkness rayed In gold, and flaming arms to meet the Saints; Life everlasting in its essence, there with The Sublime Sacrifice 95 Him — . We'll think of you tonight in sacred Tenderness — consoling reassurance Well remembered — soon all to be to- gether. John goes with me into Paradise, Brave to the end, my husband there afar. [^Pauses and continues writing] I have no fear in death. I have touched and tasted It these weeks, in all its fears and horrors ; Mine so infinite in lesser kind. Standing, rising to a higher crown. All dread removed — proportions meet Upgrown in preface for diviner things. The Sacrament received — is death de- nounced, I, half human in that Godly Grace. Farewell, sweet Margaret — safest is your life With mother. Pious sorrow, her's con- soled In giving much she had to Christian cause. Farewell! Beloved, mother mine. One short 96 The Sublime Sacrifice Hour 'twixt me — eternal peace. With deepest love and reverence in my heart, I clasp you close in spirit, gentle face, Its regal lustre bear to immortality. Good-bye — your loving daughter — sis- ter — Edith. \_A knock is heard at the cell door~\ Edith (startled). The hour — ah! No — as yet not time! Courage my soul for what must come this dawn. All ties of mortal sweetness fly away; I dread this strangeness — yet I fear it not. [Another knock~\ Voice from without. A visitor — [Edith approaches the door as it is pushed open. Enter SmJOUN — leaving the guards without^ The Sublime Sacrifice 97 Sir John {clasping Edith, who falls almost fainting into his arms), Edith! My love! My love ! \^A long pause"] [With desperate appeal] Oh ! Jesus ! Son of His Eternal Mercy, First and last in midst and without end. Why hast Thou so forsaken her — Thy child? Edith {recovering herself and smiling). They could not keep the bars between our hearts! [^Pressing his arms tightly about her neck] Past effacing — future wak'ning — all my joy! You stand to me — soul enjoined to soul. I love — adore you — past all bar of birth! Sir John. Oh! Agony supreme! 98 The Sublime Sacrifice Edith. So dark and yet I suffer not. The music's done — the torch's Out — sweet our deaths in spectres end- ing. Edith {looking up at the window, — first streaks of dawn seen). Another morning smiles upon the world. No one I blame behind — not even them. \^Points towards the door as the guards are heard passing^ [^Turning again to SiR JOHN] Look in my eyes — alas! A long fare- well! Closer and ah! with strong arms — shel- ter me. Sir John {drawing her passionately to him). Still closer, my beloved — as sleeping thus ! Both our fates are sealed within the hour At different places. Parted for an in- stant, Then in strains of solemn raptures high, The Sublime Sacrifice 99 Shall we commingle in eternity. \^A pause then with sudden doubt in his voice approaching almost to bitter- ness^ Yet my mortal troth — even for a moment, Doubting heirs to immortality, — Edith. Not for an instant, dear — the dawn- lights lengthen — Sir John. What use that I pretend to hide the fear? They say that when a life is done — 'tis done. Away these forms, imaginations, airy shapes, Joining or disjoining life to death! [fVildly] What certitude have I — your heaven there. This sleep unspanned, those draughts of love unknown? Here! Here! I know! I know! That you are mine! lOO The Sublime Sacrifice Your soul, your works, your touch, your hands, your breasts. The splendid tragic beauty of your face, That pale perfection of Love's mastery, O'er blood that leaps to tunes your senses sing. Edith {calming him) . Those things, trifles, John, — so much more to be. Joyous, softly calm, I feel near you. Think This morning we will be with God above. Sir John. Theories ill-disguised — we do not know! Edith. Together there we fly on open wings. Sir John. Dreams — o'er-whelming contradictions — all! Edith. Reason cannot through Faith's mysteries see. Angels now prepare our nuptial feast; This longing in our spirits to upspeed. The Sublime Sacrifice loi To all their songs and lights and deathless loves. Sir John. Your faith — so pure and great and unde- filed! Edith. I learn my peace from Him, who knows our love! And that immortal ne'er can be trans- posed, Nor take addition nor encounter loss. Sir John. The sting! The sting! The frailty! My love! As divined afar in star-dust, so we die! Forgive me, Edith, my soul's asunder torn. Cross counseling in the blackest insurrec- tion. The world's not worthy of your sacrifice; All ungrateful, unpitying — unreprieved, Erewhile perplexed this be the Godly Will. The day arises and the hour's prime. I02 The Sublime Sacrifice With strength in me, why should I let you die? I — Edith {interrupting him). Could not love and live without you, John. In that decree is all your logic false; My love decreed — is, therein, loving death. [With great 5tre5s'\ Whatever fame we've done our Eng- land's cause. Let justice in our aftermath prove title. So much — no more, but so. The loftier quest's At hand. A tiny bridge 'twixt two eternities. That from which we traveled — this to- wards which We go. Our little tarrying place is ended. [A knock] [She draws forth a cross from her breast] Look upon this Cross and pray, my bride- groom ! The Sublime Sacrifice 103 Past griefs and shadows all there fade, Its light through love to give us victory. Sir John. You shall not die — I will not let you go! \^The guards enter — chaplain seen without. Edith and John stand in one long embrace. She holds the cross high in the air as the guards lead them to the door'] Edith. Forward, my beloved, to Paradise! Across the portal ending mortals' pain! *ii£. 2i£, iie. ^ iic. ^ vjv yjv ^ vjv [Stage is totally darkened for period long enough to change settings] Scene 3 : (Tableau), [Early dawn in Brussels Prison Yard, Edith is seen standing calm and erect and blindfolded before the Prussian firing squad] FINIS M 4° J-'BRARY OF CONGRESS 018 407 639 1 ^j