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A Trip to Czardis*
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Music. — Open melody, fading into
Sound. — The subdued sounds of daybreak in the Florida scrub. Now a distant cock crow. Presently the far-off howling of a dog. Close at hand, the sad call of mourning doves, drawn out, repeated, subsiding through
Announcer. — A trip to Czardis!
Sound. — Weary footfalls mounting steep stairs; they cross a creak
> ing, bare floor and fade into the heavy breathing, the meaningless mumbles and sighs of sleeping children.
Mamma. — (A taut compassion in her voice) Sleepin’ and dreamin’ .. . still full of their baby concerns. Hit ain’t in my heart to waken ’em. Hit ain’t in my heart to . . . oh, Lord, I’m fearful. I don’t know iffen I’m actin’ right or not, Lord.
Sound. — The mourning doves call softly at the window.
Mamma. — Our Father which art in heaven. Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven . . . {Breaks off sobbing)
Jim. — {Startled from sleep) Mamma! Mamma!
Mamma. — {Reassuringly) Nothin’s wrong, Jim. Don’t be scairt.
Jim. — Mamma, you ain’t cryin’ ?
Mamma. — No, Jim.
Jim. — You’re a-prayin’?
Mamma. — Yes, I were prayin’. Hit’ll be day soon. You better be risin’ up. Your Uncle Holly’ll be along directly.
Jim. — {With growing excitement) Hit’s really come. The day. The day we’re goin’ to Czardis in the wagon to see papa.
* “A Trip to Czardis,” dramatic version, copyright, 1939, by Elizabeth
and James Hart; original story, copyright, 1932, by Forum Magazine.
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