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The Balancer of The Universe
A Drama of the Race Conflict in Four Acts by B. Harrison Peyton
CHARACTERS
Mauricin Crispin, a dancer from the
Argentine, age 25 years.
La Corusca, Senora Crispin, his Ar
gentine mother, age 42.
Agnes, their American guest and
dancing pupil, age 22.
Mrs. Vincent Widener, a woman
journalist, age 35.
Period: Present. Place: Provl
dencia, a city on the Pacific coast.
of his mind.
Agnes: Oh! how I detest the ex
aggerations and idle imaginings of
the vulgar, scandal-mongering multi
tude! Mrs. Widener, will the sensa
tionalisms, the notoriety never end—
oh! never so long as a Whiteside
lives?
Mrs. Widener: Ah well, girlie, it
now is become your father's habit to
remain constantly indoors, inaccessible
to everyone except the servants and
my husband. He goes out on the
street but once a day—regularly, in
order to post his letters to you.
Agnes: I shan’t let him remain im
prisoned like that—Mrs. Widener, in
unmoving, stark despair! Has Dr.
Widener never tried to induce him to
ACT III.
SCENE II.
“The Wizard Leaves of the Press."
Agnes: Yes, Mrs. Widener. Oh,
there you are!
Mrs. Widener: Why. Agnes! how
glad I am to see you!
Agnes: Now, I declare, I strove my
best not to keep you waiting. Won’t
you come upstairs to my room? I’ve
been packing up, but you—
Mrs. Widener: No, child dear;
there’s hardly time, for I’m now on
my way to keep an immensely impor
tant engagement. But come, let the
doctor’s wife kiss you—won’t you,
lovie!
Agnes: When did you leave Shad
ow City? Has father sent you to bring
me home?
Mrs. Widener: Now, your father.
No, sweetheart, it’s not at the rep
resentative’s request I’m come, but
with the purpose to—to acquaint you
with certain grave developments in
the situation at home, which have—
Agnes: Mrs. Widener, what has
happened? Is Godfrey already?
Mrs. Widener: No, no! Now, child,
don’t lose control of yourself; if you
do, I won’t tell you anything. You
certainly know Dr. Widener is very
—oh! very fond of you! And you
won’t forget—will you, dearest? how
he habitually calls you his sovereign
cure—his little “Panacea?”
Agnes: But Dr. Widener no long
er believes in his ability to save Baby
Sunbeam’s life!
M rs. W'idener: Agnes, the unac
countable serious change in your
brother’s condition couldn’t be fore
seen. But since nature so often in
dulges in mere caprices, eccentricities
—is so given to the performance of
miracles—girlie, there possibly still
remains a chance that he’ll recover.
Now, let us drop that subject. You
received a letter from your father to
day ?
Agnes: Less than an hour past.
Why is it, Mrs. Widener, you and the
doctor never write to me?
Mrs. Widener: Listen. Agnes. The
representative refused outright to
trust us with the name you assumed
on coming here; and several times
attempted to persuade us you had
gone elsewhere for training in la
Malaguena. He takes the strictest
care no one shall discover your alias
from the direction of his letters to
you. and invariably posts them him
self.
Agnes: Why that’s absolutely—
But Zirkle, the nurse—Mrs, Widener,
at least—
Mrs. Widener: I know. Zirkle
later confessed you had spared no
pains to impress upon her to remem
ber it, but pleaded her mind was in
such disquiet that the name entirely
had slipped her memory. Both let
ters you wrote to me and to the doc
tor were signed simply “Agnes.” Were
we to address you a letter bearing
your true name in full—child, betrav
go out 7
Mrs. Widener: Of course; even to
go away on a trip for his health, but
all of no avail. My girl, he’s no more
inclined to leave Baby Sunbeam than
he is to give up that bulky collection
of newspaper clippings, which he has
preserved on large leaves of cardboard
bound together at one end with a
gaudy ribbon after the fashion of a
book.
Agnes: What! is father still poring
over those editorials? No, Mrs. Wid
ener, not really?
Mrs. Widener: I suppose you’re
familiar with their contents?
Agnes: Why, they all bear on the
panic—Mrs. Widener, discuss the
question as to the responsibility for
its occurrence; and many of them, in
their views and conclusons, are as
widely apart as the separate communi
ties in which the newspapers were
published.
Mrs. Widener: Destroy those clip
pings, Agnes, as soon as you’re in a
position to do so! It's your supreme
duty to your father—one you alone
may venture to perform.
Agnes: My' supreme duty? Why
is it supreme ?
Mrs. Wylener: Your father inces
santly broods over them, reads those
newspaper fragments and reads them
again, daily for hour after hour at a
stretch. My dear, is it any wonder
his mind’s became fantastically pos
sessed by' a single idea? and he ad
dicted to frequent, startling violent
outbursts of passion ?
Agnes: Frequent, startling, violent.
But, Mrs. Widener, he always has been
of an excitable nature.
Mrs. Widener: Dear child! Subject
to such paroxysms of fury and rav
ing as he is at present? No! I’m
afraid you don’t quite grasp my mean
ing!
Agnes: Paroxysmal fury and rav- s
ing! What is it like—Mrs. Widener, !
his fury?
Mrs. Widener: The nurses have 1
seen it often; my husband has once, ;
by means of a stratagem. Your fa- I
ther will ponder certain editorials for !
a long while, then of a sudden spring ,
from his chair—pardon the compari- !
son—with the fierceness of a wild ani- '
mal, frightful vehemence distorting
his features, racking his frame. I
mvself have heard his deep, ear-rend- 1
ing roars, such ejaculations as:
“Hagan! Hagan! those blasted north- |
erners—they keep blaming me! Oh! j
the rebellious beast of a Nigger struck
me—smirched me with his pitchy fist!
Nurse! nurse! yet the southern public
—ah! they surely appreciate the jus
tice of my act, my fidelity to my duty
to uphold the pride, traditions, su
premacy of my race!”
Agnes; They drive father to utter
desperation—those newspapers—out
of of his head! Oh! wrath of heaven!
Yet if I were only at home to soothe
him, Mrs. Widener, divert his tor
tured mind! By tender reassurances
your incognita ?
Agnes: Still, father’s conduct is so
amazingly extraordinary, irrational,
almost. Mrs. Widener, what is it
you’ve come to tel! me?
M rs. Widener: I bring you a mes
sage from Dr. Widener, my girl. Be
yond a doubt, 'twould overtax the
courage of a good many women to de
liver such a message. They would
whimper, dearie, ’twas an extremely
painful, solemn and delicate mission
that had been thrust upon them. But
1 shall consider nothing outside of the
fact that I’m the wife of a medical
practitioner, and this is one of the
times when I must merit the dignity
of the position. Indeed, I shall speak
to you much as—
Agnes: Mrs. Widener, you keep
me waiting! Something has happened
—dreadful, more dreadful than all
else before. I can feel it! Yet you
keep me waiting!
Mrs. Widener: How you tremble,
you shattery thing! If I could but
! feel assured you wouldn’t give way
completely, break into hysterics and
bite your lips, horribly, until the
blood streams forth—and—
Agnes: Mrs. Widener, I won’t! I
take oath, I won’t! Do but let me;
I’ll prove I’m strong enough to con
front any calamity, endure any woe!
Only don’t keep me waiting!
Mrs. Widener: Do you know, Agnes,
I wonder, that wild, curious, extrava
gant rumors respecting your father
are fluttering from mouth to mouth
throughout the length and breadth of
Shadow City as thick as a swarm of
buzzing locusts ? Child, there are the
gravest insinuations regarding his
, haggard appearance, the pain-struck
stare of his eyes, the distracted state
l always—
M rs. Widener: But understand,
Agnes, the incentives of his frenzy in
this case are altogether different.
Then, too, your father would compel
you to think continually of the af
fronts and calumnies perpetrated on
him by certain northern newspapers.
And frankly, now, wouldn’t you your
self be driven nigh crazy?
Agnes: No. no, no! I’d be strong,
I tell you—much stronger for father’s
sake than for my own!
Mrs. Widener: The power of the
will, of course, is beyond computa
tion. But think, my dear! you wish
to persuade me you could endure in
defintely their persecutions of your
father—their withering blaze of piti
less words that burn indelibly into the
i memory and consume the heart—yes,
I endure it, and never wince when you
were forced—to read: “A prejudiced
grand jury failed to indict Congress
man Whiteside, but he is guilty beyond
all question of the murder of more
than two hundred white people; and
we say nothing of his Colored victim.
Shadow City must realize America
must hang her head before the world
so long as this malefactor is permitted
to remain at liberty and retain, as a
representative of the people a seat in
the—”
Agnes: That always hurts me—
smites and bruises, like a stone hurled
at me in public!
Mrs. Widener: Eigh! you would be
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strong ?
Agnes: They’re unrelenting! Mrs.
Widener, can they help but know?
Mrs. Widener: Pish! tush, lovie!
those Yankee bludgeoners are abliv
ous to your very existence. Praise
God! it’s one form of suffering which
can’t reach your little brother!
Agnes: Bahy Sunbeam in his in
fant innocence! Oh! but father still
watches over him as devotedly as ever
—doesn’t he, Mrs. Widener?
Mrs. Widener: Yes; when not read
ing, Agnes, little less than the whole
of his time. My husband often finds
him seated at the sick boy’s bedside
in morose meditation, statesque im
mobility, with his eyes distended in
glary flame on the child’s pallid face,
and now and then brimming with
teSrs. At times, your father will leap
impulsively to his feet with the pite
ous outcry: "Father didn’t think to
hurt you, Baby Sunbeam! How proud
you’ll be some day to be saved from
an insolent leper of a Nigger defile
ment of the family honor—your inher
itance Godfrey, boy! Oh! now you—
won’t die—will you, little Sunbeam?”
rived today! God save my soul it’s
fearful, horrible—the reference he
makes to—that revolv—revolver!
Mrs. Widener: You grant me a sec
ond or two, my dear, to recover my
breath! Why, by Hector! I fancied
the representative to be extremely
secretive! Now, has he actually writ
ten to you how he sits alone with
the revolver fast clutched in one hand,
and contemplates it for long periods?
and how my husband several times
surprised him? and how he—?
Agnes: No, not that, Mrs. Widen
er! Nevertheless, it frightens me!
Mrs. Widener: My child, at the
doctor’s command, Nurse Hagan once
obtained and hid the pistol; but later
the representative’s fierce threats
struck into her such bodily terror she
was only too eager to blab out its
whereabouts.
altogether sure of this; but your poor
father mutters to himself almost in
cessantly, and there’s only too much
ground for fear, Agnes, that he suf
fers from phantasma delusions—has
a settled belief the ghost of black
Anthony Hall haunts his house, and
is moving heaven and earth with dark
bedevilments, striving to conjure your
dear brother’s spirit from his body
into the fires of Gehenna!
Agnes: Mrs. Widener! Mrs. Widr
ener! Mrs. Widener! (Agnes falls
! across the table, hiding her face be
tween her folded arms.)
Mrs. Widener: I had to tell you!
And that’s the reason why with that
pistol, your father stealthily glides
about the house, as though stalking
to cover—-and at the hazard of his
own life—some outlawed intruder of
the night!
Agnes: Such horror riding upon
horror! overpowering, stunning hor
ror And father has vowed, vowed
if! Hut, wait! You couldn't be of
any service. M rs. Widener, no, I won’t
tell you! I won’t tell you the dis
closure he made to me regarding that
exec rable—f augh—th i ng!
Mrs. Widener: But consider, Agnes, “
child! consider how possible it is your
father is bereft of his reason—gone .
sheer insane!
Agnes: Insane! Insane!
Mrs. Widener: Yes, Agnes; al
though Dr. Widener ami 1 are very
unwilling to admit your father’s be
come a monomaniac, he certainly ex
periences delusions and recurrent fits
of rankest frenzy! He has given up
all attention to business; his big fi
nancial interests are going to rapid
and inevitable ruin! Consequently—
(Continued Next Week )
Truth crushed to earth will rise
again.
Think in interest.
Agnes: Uh! why does he cling to
it?
Mrs. Widener: It appears to fasci
nate him by its ghastly association
with the past. Yet the fascination
isn’t so weird and strange as are his
passages through the forlorn house,
from forsaken room to forsaken room,
in the day and in the midst of the
night, though he even then, ever with
out fail, carries with him on guard
the—ah! now, again—the revolver!
Agnes: Always tTie pistol—that in
tolerable pistol' Oh! I say, destruc
tion upon the nfamous thing!
Mrs. Widener: You’re so unstrung!
Now, do, d<-. lovie, keep your prom
ise not to "ose your self-control!
Agnes: But my father! Mrs. Wid
ener, what does it all mean?
Mrs. Widener: My good girl, why
did you intimate you already knew?
Still, isnx’ it better you should leant
the truth from me than from Hagan,
the day nurse; or Zirkle, the night
nurse; or the chattering darky ser
vants at home? Now, the doctor isn’t
Agnes: My patience! you repeat
everything he says!
Mrs. Widener: Well, I won’t do
so again, my dear. Perhaps 'twould
be better not to say anything further?
Agnes: No! Go on. make haste,
please, please!
Mrs. Widener: Then. Agnes, child,
you insist that I mention that hideous
—you insist his, you know—the weap
on he carried with him on the evening
of the panic, the automatic—!
Agnes: Oh, thunderation! that con
founded, deuced pistol! Mrs. Widener,
how in the world did you learn even
about—that—that, too?
Mrs. Widener: But you? Dear
girl, is it possible your father has
told you already?
Agnes: Yes, in the letter which ar
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