Chapter II: Act ONE: Scene One

_A section of country highway. The road runs diagonally from the left, forward, to the right, rear, and can be seen in the distance winding toward the horizon like a pale ribbon between the low, rolling hills with their freshly plowed fields clearly divided from each other, checkerboard fashion, by the lines of stone walls and rough snake fences._

_The forward triangle cut off by the road is a section of a field from the dark earth of which myriad bright-green blades of fall-sown rye are sprouting. A straggling line of piled rocks, too low to be called a wall, separates this field from the road._

_To the rear of the road is a ditch with a sloping, grassy bank on the far side. From the center of this an old, gnarled apple tree, just budding into leaf, strains its twisted branches heavenwards, black against the pallor of distance. A snake-fence sidles from left to right along the top of the bank, passing beneath the apple tree._

_The hushed twilight of a day in May is just beginning. The horizon hills are still rimmed by a faint line of flame, and the sky above them glows with the crimson flush of the sunset. This fades gradually as the action of the scene progresses._

_At the rise of the curtain_, ROBERT MAYO _is discovered sitting on the fence. He is a tall, slender young man of twenty-three. There is a touch of the poet about him expressed in his high forehead and wide, dark eyes. His features are delicate and refined, leaning to weakness in the mouth and chin. He is dressed in gray corduroy trousers pushed into high laced boots, and a blue flannel shirt with a bright colored tie. He is reading a book by the fading sunset light. He shuts this, keeping a finger in to mark the place, and turns his head toward the horizon, gazing out over the fields and hills. His lips move as if he were reciting something to himself._

_His brother_ ANDREW _comes along the road from the right, returning from his work in the fields. He is twenty-seven years old, an opposite type to_ ROBERT--_husky, sun-bronzed, handsome in a large-featured, manly fashion--a son of the soil, intelligent in a shrewd way, but with nothing of the intellectual about him. He wears overalls, leather boots, a gray flannel shirt open at the neck, and a soft, mud-stained hat pushed back on his head. He stops to talk to_ ROBERT, _leaning on the hoe he carries_.

ANDREW. (_seeing_ ROBERT _has not noticed his presence--in a loud shout_) Hey there! (ROBERT _turns with a start. Seeing who it is, he smiles_) Gosh, you do take the prize for daydreaming! And I see you’ve toted one of the old books along with you. (_He crosses the ditch and sits on the fence near his brother_) What is it this time--poetry, I’ll bet. (_He reaches for the book_) Let me see.

ROBERT. (_handing it to him rather reluctantly_) Look out you don’t get it full of dirt.

ANDREW. (_glancing at his hands_) That isn’t dirt--it’s good clean earth. (_He turns over the pages. His eyes read something and he gives an exclamation of disgust_) Hump! (_With a provoking grin at his brother he reads aloud in a doleful, sing-song voice_) “I have loved wind and light and the bright sea. But holy and most sacred night, not as I love and have loved thee.” (_He hands the book back_) Here! Take it and bury it. I suppose it’s that year in college gave you a liking for that kind of stuff. I’m darn glad I stopped at High School, or maybe I’d been crazy too. (_He grins and slaps_ ROBERT _on the back affectionately_) Imagine me reading poetry and plowing at the same time! The team’d run away, I’ll bet.

ROBERT. (_laughing_) Or picture me plowing.

ANDREW. You should have gone back to college last fall, like I know you wanted to. You’re fitted for that sort of thing--just as I ain’t.

ROBERT. You know why I didn’t go back, Andy. Pa didn’t like the idea, even if he didn’t say so; and I know he wanted the money to use improving the farm. And besides, I’m not keen on being a student, just because you see me reading books all the time. What I want to do now is keep on moving so that I won’t take root in any one place.

ANDREW. Well, the trip you’re leaving on tomorrow will keep you moving all right. (_At this mention of the trip they both fall silent. There is a pause. Finally_ ANDREW _goes on, awkwardly, attempting to speak casually_) Uncle says you’ll be gone three years.

ROBERT. About that, he figures.

ANDREW. (_moodily_) That’s a long time.

ROBERT. Not so long when you come to consider it. You know the _Sunda_ sails around the Horn for Yokohama first, and that’s a long voyage on a sailing ship; and if we go to any of the other places Uncle Dick mentions--India, or Australia, or South Africa, or South America--they’ll be long voyages, too.

ANDREW. You can have all those foreign parts for all of me. (_After a pause_) Ma’s going to miss you a lot, Rob.

ROBERT. Yes--and I’ll miss her.

ANDREW. And Pa ain’t feeling none too happy to have you go--though he’s been trying not to show it.

ROBERT. I can see how he feels.

ANDREW. And you can bet that I’m not giving any cheers about it. (_He puts one hand on the fence near_ ROBERT).

ROBERT. (_putting one hand on top of_ ANDREW’S _with a gesture almost of shyness_) I know that, too, Andy.

ANDREW. I’ll miss you as much as anybody, I guess. You see, you and I ain’t like most brothers--always fighting and separated a lot of the time, while we’ve always been together--just the two of us. It’s different with us. That’s why it hits so hard, I guess.

ROBERT. (_with feeling_) It’s just as hard for me, Andy--believe that! I hate to leave you and the old folks--but--I feel I’ve got to. There’s something calling me---- (_He points to the horizon_) Oh, I can’t just explain it to you, Andy.

ANDREW. No need to, Rob. (_Angry at himself_) Hell! You want to go--that’s all there is to it; and I wouldn’t have you miss this chance for the world.

ROBERT. It’s fine of you to feel that way, Andy.

ANDREW. Huh! I’d be a nice son-of-a-gun if I didn’t, wouldn’t I? When I know how you need this sea trip to make a new man of you--in the body, I mean--and give you your full health back.

ROBERT. (_a trifle impatiently_) All of you seem to keep harping on my health. You were so used to seeing me lying around the house in the old days that you never will get over the notion that I’m a chronic invalid. You don’t realize how I’ve bucked up in the past few years. If I had no other excuse for going on Uncle Dick’s ship but just my health, I’d stay right here and start in plowing.

ANDREW. Can’t be done. Farming ain’t your nature. There’s all the difference shown in just the way us two feel about the farm. You--well, you like the home part of it, I expect; but as a place to work and grow things, you hate it. Ain’t that right?

ROBERT. Yes, I suppose it is. For you it’s different. You’re a Mayo through and through. You’re wedded to the soil. You’re as much a product of it as an ear of corn is, or a tree. Father is the same. This farm is his life-work, and he’s happy in knowing that another Mayo, inspired by the same love, will take up the work where he leaves off. I can understand your attitude, and Pa’s; and I think it’s wonderful and sincere. But I--well, I’m not made that way.

ANDREW. No, you ain’t; but when it comes to understanding, I guess I realize that you’ve got your own angle of looking at things.

ROBERT. (_musingly_) I wonder if you do, really.

ANDREW. (_confidently_) Sure I do. You’ve seen a bit of the world, enough to make the farm seem small, and you’ve got the itch to see it all.

ROBERT. It’s more than that, Andy.

ANDREW. Oh, of course. I know you’re going to learn navigation, and all about a ship, so’s you can be an officer. That’s natural, too. There’s fair pay in it, I expect, when you consider that you’ve always got a home and grub thrown in; and if you’re set on traveling, you can go anywhere you’re a mind to without paying fare.

ROBERT. (_with a smile that is half sad_) It’s more than that, Andy.

ANDREW. Sure it is. There’s always a chance of a good thing coming your way in some of those foreign ports or other. I’ve heard there are great opportunities for a young fellow with his eyes open in some of those new countries that are just being opened up. (_Jovially_) I’ll bet that’s what you’ve been turning over in your mind under all your quietness! (_He slaps his brother on the back with a laugh_) Well, if you get to be a millionaire all of a sudden, call ’round once in a while and I’ll pass the plate to you. We could use a lot of money right here on the farm without hurting it any.

ROBERT. (_forced to laugh_) I’ve never considered that practical side of it for a minute, Andy.

ANDREW. Well, you ought to.

ROBERT. No, I oughtn’t. (_Pointing to the horizon--dreamily_) Supposing I was to tell you that it’s just Beauty that’s calling me, the beauty of the far off and unknown, the mystery and spell of the East which lures me in the books I’ve read, the need of the freedom of great wide spaces, the joy of wandering on and on--in quest of the secret which is hidden over there, beyond the horizon? Suppose I told you that was the one and only reason for my going?

ANDREW. I should say you were nutty.

ROBERT. (_frowning_) Don’t, Andy. I’m serious.

ANDREW. Then you might as well stay here, because we’ve got all you’re looking for right on this farm. There’s wide space enough, Lord knows; and you can have all the sea you want by walking a mile down to the beach; and there’s plenty of horizon to look at, and beauty enough for anyone, except in the winter. (_He grins_) As for the mystery and spell, I haven’t met ’em yet, but they’re probably lying around somewheres. I’ll have you understand this is a first class farm with all the fixings. (_He laughs_)

ROBERT. (_joining in the laughter in spite of himself_) It’s no use talking to you, you chump!

ANDREW. You’d better not say anything to Uncle Dick about spells and things when you’re on the ship. He’ll likely chuck you overboard for a Jonah. (_He jumps down from fence_) I’d better run along. I’ve got to wash up some as long as Ruth’s Ma is coming over for supper.

ROBERT. (_pointedly--almost bitterly_) And Ruth.

ANDREW. (_confused--looking everywhere except at_ ROBERT--_trying to appear unconcerned_) Yes, Ruth’ll be staying too. Well, I better hustle, I guess, and---- (_He steps over the ditch to the road while he is talking_).

ROBERT. (_who appears to be fighting some strong inward emotion--impulsively_) Wait a minute, Andy! (_He jumps down from the fence_) There is something I want to---- (_He stops abruptly, biting his lips, his face coloring_).

ANDREW. (_facing him; half-defiantly_) Yes?

ROBERT. (_confusedly_) No---- never mind---- it doesn’t matter, it was nothing.

ANDREW. (_after a pause, during which he stares fixedly at_ ROBERT’S _averted face_) Maybe I can guess---- what you were going to say---- but I guess you’re right not to talk about it. (_He pulls_ ROBERT’S _hand from his side and grips it tensely; the two brothers stand looking into each other’s eyes for a minute_) We can’t help those things, Rob. (_He turns away, suddenly releasing_ ROBERT’S _hand_) You’ll be coming along shortly, won’t you?

ROBERT. (_dully_) Yes.

ANDREW. See you later, then. (_He walks of down the road to the left._ ROBERT _stares after him for a moment; then climbs to the fence rail again, and looks out over the hills, an expression of deep grief on his face. After a moment or so_, RUTH _enters hurriedly from the left. She is a healthy, blonde, out-of-door girl of twenty, with a graceful, slender figure. Her face, though inclined to roundness, is undeniably pretty, its large eyes of a deep blue set off strikingly by the sun-bronzed complexion. Her small, regular features are marked by a certain strength--an underlying, stubborn fixity of purpose hidden in the frankly-appealing charm of her fresh youthfulness. She wears a simple white dress but no hat_).

RUTH. (_seeing him_) Hello, Rob!

ROBERT. (_startled_) Hello, Ruth!

RUTH. (_jumps the ditch and perches on the fence beside him_) I was looking for you.

ROBERT. (_pointedly_) Andy just left here.

RUTH. I know. I met him on the road a second ago. He told me you were here. (_Tenderly playful_) I wasn’t looking for Andy, Smarty, if that’s what you mean. I was looking for _you_.

ROBERT. Because I’m going away tomorrow?

RUTH. Because your mother was anxious to have you come home and asked me to look for you. I just wheeled Ma over to your house.

ROBERT. (_perfunctorily_) How is your mother?

RUTH. (_a shadow coming over her face_) She’s about the same. She never seems to get any better or any worse. Oh, Rob, I do wish she’d try to make the best of things that can’t be helped.

ROBERT. Has she been nagging at you again?

RUTH. (_nods her head, and then breaks forth rebelliously_) She never stops nagging. No matter what I do for her she finds fault. If only Pa was still living---- (_She stops as if ashamed of her outburst_) I suppose I shouldn’t complain this way. (_She sighs_) Poor Ma, Lord knows it’s hard enough for her. I suppose it’s natural to be cross when you’re not able ever to walk a step. Oh, I’d like to be going away some place--like you!

ROBERT. It’s hard to stay--and equally hard to go, sometimes.

RUTH. There! If I’m not the stupid body! I swore I wasn’t going to speak about your trip--until after you’d gone; and there I go, first thing!

ROBERT. Why didn’t you want to speak of it?

RUTH. Because I didn’t want to spoil this last night you’re here. Oh, Rob, I’m going to--we’re all going to miss you so awfully. Your mother is going around looking as if she’d burst out crying any minute. You ought to know how I feel. Andy and you and I--why it seems as if we’d always been together.

ROBERT. (_with a wry attempt at a smile_) You and Andy will still have each other. It’ll be harder for me without anyone.

RUTH. But you’ll have new sights and new people to take your mind off; while we’ll be here with the old, familiar place to remind us every minute of the day. It’s a shame you’re going--just at this time, in spring, when everything is getting so nice. (_With a sigh_) I oughtn’t to talk that way when I know going’s the best thing for you. You’re bound to find all sorts of opportunities to get on, your father says.

ROBERT. (_heatedly_) I don’t give a damn about that! I wouldn’t take a voyage across the road for the best opportunity in the world of the kind Pa thinks of. (_He smiles at his own irritation_) Excuse me, Ruth, for getting worked up over it; but Andy gave me an overdose of the practical considerations.

RUTH. (_slowly, puzzled_) Well, then, if it isn’t---- (_With sudden intensity_) Oh, Rob, why _do_ you want to go?

ROBERT. (_turning to her quickly, in surprise--slowly_) Why do you ask that, Ruth?

RUTH. (_dropping her eyes before his searching glance_) Because---- (_Lamely_) It seems such a shame.

ROBERT. (_insistently_) Why?

RUTH. Oh, because--everything.

ROBERT. I could hardly back out now, even if I wanted to. And I’ll be forgotten before you know it.

RUTH. (_indignantly_) You won’t! I’ll never forget---- (_She stops and turns away to hide her confusion_).

ROBERT. (_softly_) Will you promise me that?

RUTH. (_evasively_) Of course. It’s mean of you to think that any of us would forget so easily.

ROBERT. (_disappointedly_) Oh!

RUTH. (_with an attempt at lightness_) But you haven’t told me your reason for leaving yet?

ROBERT. (_moodily_) I doubt if you’ll understand. It’s difficult to explain, even to myself. Either you feel it, or you don’t. I can remember being conscious of it first when I was only a kid--you haven’t forgotten what a sickly specimen I was then, in those days, have you?

RUTH. (_with a shudder_) Let’s not think about them.

ROBERT. You’ll have to, to understand. Well, in those days, when Ma was fixing meals, she used to get me out of the way by pushing my chair to the west window and telling me to look out and be quiet. That wasn’t hard. I guess I was always quiet.

RUTH. (_compassionately_) Yes, you always were--and you suffering so much, too!

ROBERT. (_musingly_) So I used to stare out over the fields to the hills, out there--(_He points to the horizon_) and somehow after a time I’d forget any pain I was in, and start dreaming. I knew the sea was over beyond those hills,--the folks had told me--and I used to wonder what the sea was like, and try to form a picture of it in my mind. (_With a smile_) There was all the mystery in the world to me then about that--far-off sea--and there still is! It called to me then just as it does now. (_After a slight pause_) And other times my eyes would follow this road, winding off into the distance, toward the hills, as if it, too, was searching for the sea. And I’d promise myself that when I grew up and was strong, I’d follow that road, and it and I would find the sea together. (_With a smile_) You see, my making this trip is only keeping that promise of long ago.

RUTH. (_charmed by his low, musical voice telling the dreams of his childhood_) Yes, I see.

ROBERT. Those were the only happy moments of my life then, dreaming there at the window. I liked to be all alone--those times. I got to know all the different kinds of sunsets by heart. And all those sunsets took place over there--(_He points_) beyond the horizon. So gradually I came to believe that all the wonders of the world happened on the other side of those hills. There was the home of the good fairies who performed beautiful miracles. I believed in fairies then. (_With a smile_) Perhaps I still do believe in them. Anyway, in those days they were real enough, and sometimes I could actually hear them calling to me to come out and play with them, dance with them down the road in the dusk in a game of hide-and-seek to find out where the sun was hiding himself. They sang their little songs to me, songs that told of all the wonderful things they had in their home on the other side of the hills; and they promised to show me all of them, if I’d only come, come! But I couldn’t come then, and I used to cry sometimes and Ma would think I was in pain. (_He breaks off suddenly with a laugh_) That’s why I’m going now, I suppose. For I can still hear them calling. But the horizon is as far away and as luring as ever. (_He turns to her--softly_) Do you understand now, Ruth?

RUTH. (_spellbound, in a whisper_) Yes.

ROBERT. You feel it then?

RUTH. Yes, yes, I do! (_Unconsciously she snuggles close against his side. His arm steals about her as if he were not aware of the action_) Oh, Rob, how could I help feeling it? You tell things so beautifully!

ROBERT. (_suddenly realizing that his arm is around her, and that her head is resting on his shoulder, gently takes his arm away._ RUTH, _brought back to herself, is overcome with confusion_) So now you know why I’m going. It’s for that reason--that and one other.

RUTH. You’ve another? Then you must tell me that, too.

ROBERT. (_looking at her searchingly. She drops her eyes before his gaze_) I wonder if I ought to! You’ll promise not to be angry--whatever it is?

RUTH. (_softly, her face still averted_) Yes, I promise.

ROBERT. (_simply_) I love you. That’s the other reason.

RUTH. (_hiding her face in her hands_) Oh, Rob!

ROBERT. I wasn’t going to tell you, but I feel I have to. It can’t matter now that I’m going so far away, and for so long--perhaps forever. I’ve loved you all these years, but the realization never came ’til I agreed to go away with Uncle Dick. Then I thought of leaving you, and the pain of that thought revealed to me in a flash--that I loved you, had loved you as long as I could remember. (_He gently pulls one of_ RUTH’S _hands away from her face_) You mustn’t mind my telling you this, Ruth. I realize how impossible it all is--and I understand; for the revelation of my own love seemed to open my eyes to the love of others. I saw Andy’s love for you--and I knew that you must love him.

RUTH. (_breaking out storming_) I don’t! I don’t love Andy! I don’t! (ROBERT _stares at her in stupid astonishment_. RUTH _weeps hysterically_) Whatever--put such a fool notion into--into your head? (_She suddenly throws her arms about his neck and hides her head on his shoulder_) Oh, Rob! Don’t go away! Please! You mustn’t, now! You can’t! I won’t let you! It’d break my--my heart!

ROBERT. (_The expression of stupid bewilderment giving way to one of overwhelming joy. He presses her close to him--slowly and tenderly_) Do you mean that--that you love me?

RUTH. (_sobbing_) Yes, yes--of course I do--what d’you s’pose? (_She lifts up her head and looks into his eyes with a tremulous smile_) You stupid thing! (_He kisses her_) I’ve loved you right along.

ROBERT. (_mystified_) But you and Andy were always together!

RUTH. Because you never seemed to want to go any place with me. You were always reading an old book, and not paying any attention to me. I was too proud to let you see I cared because I thought the year you had away to college had made you stuck-up, and you thought yourself too educated to waste any time on me.

ROBERT. (_kissing her_) And I was thinking---- (_With a laugh_) What fools we’ve both been!

RUTH. (_overcome by a sudden fear_) You won’t go away on the trip, will you, Rob? You’ll tell them you can’t go on account of me, won’t you? You can’t go now! You can’t!

ROBERT. (_bewildered_) Perhaps--you can come too.

RUTH. Oh, Rob, don’t be so foolish. You know I can’t. Who’d take care of ma? Don’t you see I couldn’t go--on her account? (_She clings to him imploringly_) Please don’t go--not now. Tell them you’ve decided not to. They won’t mind. I know your mother and father’ll be glad. They’ll all be. They don’t want you to go so far away from them. Please, Rob! We’ll be so happy here together where it’s natural and we know things. Please tell me you won’t go!

ROBERT. (_face to face with a definite, final decision, betrays the conflict going on within him_) But--Ruth--I--Uncle Dick----

RUTH. He won’t mind when he knows it’s for your happiness to stay. How could he? (_As_ ROBERT _remains silent she bursts into sobs again_) Oh, Rob! And you said--you loved me!

ROBERT. (_conquered by this appeal--an irrevocable decision in his voice_) I won’t go, Ruth. I promise you. There! Don’t cry! (_He presses her to him, stroking her hair tenderly. After a pause he speaks with happy hopefulness_) Perhaps after all Andy was right--righter than he knew--when he said I could find all the things I was seeking for here, at home on the farm. I think love must have been the secret--the secret that called to me from over the world’s rim--the secret beyond every horizon; and when I did not come, it came to me. (_He clasps_ RUTH _to him fiercely_) Oh, Ruth, our love is sweeter than any distant dream! (_He kisses her passionately and steps to the ground, lifting_ RUTH _in his arms and carrying her to the road where he puts her down_).

RUTH. (_with a happy laugh_) My, but you’re strong!

ROBERT. Come! We’ll go and tell them at once.

RUTH. (_dismayed_) Oh, no, don’t, Rob, not ’til after I’ve gone. There’d be bound to be such a scene with them all together.

ROBERT. (_kissing her--gayly_) As you like--Little Miss Common Sense!

RUTH. Let’s go, then. (_She takes his hand, and they start to go off left._ ROBERT _suddenly stops and turns as though for a last look at the hills and the dying sunset flush_).

ROBERT. (_looking upward and pointing_) See! The first star. (_He bends down and kisses her tenderly_) _Our_ star!

RUTH. (_in a soft murmur_) Yes. Our very own star. (_They stand for a moment looking up at it, their arms around each other. Then_ RUTH _takes his hand again and starts to lead him away_) Come, Rob, let’s go. (_His eyes are fixed again on the horizon as he half turns to follow her._ RUTH _urges_) We’ll be late for supper, Rob.

ROBERT. (_shakes his head impatiently, as though he were throwing off some disturbing thought--with a laugh_) All right. We’ll run then. Come on! (_They run of laughing as_

(_The Curtain Falls_)