MAKERS OF MADNESS THE MACMILLAN COMPANY NEW YORK . BOSTON . CHICAGO . DALLASATLANTA . SAN FRANCISCO MACMILLAN & CO. , LIMITEDLONDON . BOMBAY . CALCUTTAMELBOURNE THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, LTD. TORONTO MAKERS OF MADNESS A PLAY IN ONE ACT AND THREE SCENES BYHERMANN HAGEDORN AUTHOR OF "FACES IN THE DAWN, " ETC. New YorkTHE MACMILLAN COMPANY1914 _All rights reserved_ COPYRIGHT, 1914 BY HERMANN HAGEDORN Set up and electrotyped. Published November, 1914. This play has been copyrighted and published simultaneously in theUnited States and Great Britain. All acting rights, both professionaland amateur, are reserved in the United States, Great Britain, andcountries of the Copyright Union, by Hermann Hagedorn. Performancesforbidden and right of representation reserved. Application for theright of performing this piece must be made to The Macmillan Company. Any piracy or infringement will be prosecuted in accordance with thepenalties provided by the United States Statutes: "Sec. 4966. Any person publicly performing or representing any dramaticor musical composition, for which copyright has been obtained, withoutthe consent of the proprietor of the said dramatic or musicalcomposition, or his heirs or assigns, shall be liable for damagestherefor, such damages in all cases to be assessed at such sum, not lessthan one hundred dollars for the first and fifty dollars for everysubsequent performance, as to the Court shall appear to be just. If theunlawful performance and representation be willful and for profit, suchperson or persons shall be guilty of a misdemeanor, and upon convictionbe imprisoned for a period not exceeding one year. " U. S. RevisedStatutes, Title 60, Chap. 3. Transcriber's Note: Where obvious, I added missing punctuation, and changed the typo "psycholology" to "psychology". TOADOLF GUNTHER HAGEDORN NIGHT! And a black and barren sky With a wet wind in from the coast. And only the kites to make reply To heaving body and pleading cry-- Here where the lost battalions lie, I walked last night with a ghost. His face was gray, his hands were red, And a ghostly mare he rode, That wearily stepped, with drooping head, Over the shadowy lines of dead, And rolled her eyes, and shook with dread Under her foam-white load. The ghost turned not to left or right. But mutely he beckoned me, And moved like a pillar of livid light Through the humid dark of the foggy night, With eyes deep-sunken and greenly bright As phosphor on the sea. He led me where in ghostly files The dead slept with their toys. Miles, miles, and never-ending miles, Along the valley's mournful aisles, The voiceless, vague, misshapen piles Of men and golden boys! He led me up the gory hill By wood and sodden heath. Ravage! And faces, lone and chill, In the murmuring wash of the willow-rill! Slaughter! And voices, begging shrill The merciful grace of death. A waning moon broke, sickly pale, Through the muddy fog's disguising; And over the breadth of the ghastly vale The battle-wake like a steamer's trail, And a heaving as of waves in a gale, Rising and falling and rising! And out of the air, and up from the plain, The ancient battle-story!-- Of stricken love and laughter slain, And hearts beneath the hoofs of pain-- But not a breath of human gain, And not a word of glory. MAKERS OF MADNESS CHARACTERS _In the Capital of Iberia_: THE KING THE PRIME MINISTER THE MINISTER OF WAR THE CHIEF OF STAFF A SECRETARY OFFICERS _In the Capital of the Republic_: GROSVENOR, a contractor CONROY, a manufacturer of guns POLLEN, owner of a chain of newspapers SENATOR TANEY SENATOR HARRADAN REPRESENTATIVE MAYNARD A GENERAL IN THE ARMY A CAPTAIN CROWD PAGE _In costuming this play, it is essential that the uniforms of theIberian officers in the first scene should not be conspicuously copiedafter those of any of the armies of Europe. A compromise, grotesque tothe expert, would be better here than a misleading realism. _ MAKERS OF MADNESS SCENE I _A room in the Ministry of War in the capital of Iberia. _ _Evening. _ _The_ MINISTER OF WAR, _a tall, stern, bearded man withdeep-set eyes and many furrows, is sitting at a large, mahoganydesk-table, Left. _ _The_ CHIEF OF STAFF, _silent, motionless and watchful, standsbeside him with his hands resting on the table-top. He is thin, old andemaciated, clean-shaven, firm-lipped, and looks startlingly like a birdof prey. Right, stands a group of generals and other officers. _ MINISTER OF WAR [_Rising and speaking in a sharp, crisp bass voice. _ I can only repeat, gentlemen, what his Excellency, the Chief of Staff, has already made clear to you. Nothing has been decided. You have yourorders in your pockets. There may be war and there may not be war. Iunderstand, gentlemen, your natural impatience once more to draw thenaked steel for the glory of our country, and you may rest assured thathis gracious majesty, the King, will not forget that his fame and thehappiness of his people rests ultimately in your hands. Personally, as aman of family and as a Christian, I hope to God that peace may bepreserved. But if God wills that our enemy, by his insolence, forces usto draw the sword, I know that you will wield it with honor and will notsheathe it until our enemy is crushed, root and branch, stock andbarrel, and brought so low that he will never raise his head again indishonorable defiance of our holy rights. [_The_ OFFICERS _shout with enthusiasm, lifting their helmetsin air. The_ MINISTER OF WAR _sits down again. _ That is all, gentlemen. [_With a grim smile. _ But I recommend that you do not send your service uniforms to the tailortonight. You may have need of them. [_There is another cheer. The_ OFFICERS _stand about in groupsa minute or so, then file out through the double-door in the centre ofthe rear wall. One elderly general, only, comes up quickly to the desk. _ GENERAL [_In a rasping voice, to the_ CHIEF OF STAFF. Delay again? Aren't we ever going to get at their throats? CHIEF OF STAFF We are ready. But the King! [_He shrugs his shoulders. _ The peace propagandists are after him. Mediation is the magic word. Mediation--by which the neutral nations block our legitimate road tovictory for their own benefit, in the name of civilization and progress. GENERAL Old women's talk. [_With a swagger. _ Give me a sword in my right hand again, I say! I'll break open a fewskulls yet, for all my sixty years. Eh? Mediation! Let those mediate, Isay, who are afraid to fight! CHIEF OF STAFF [_Calmly, dispassionately. _ We are not mediating yet. You may tell that to your friends if theybecome downhearted. GENERAL [_Saluting. _ To command, your Excellency! It is good that some one looks out for thehonor of the army. [_Saluting again. _ Good night, gentlemen! [_The_ MINISTER OF WAR _half rises and bows slightly. The_CHIEF OF STAFF _nods. Exit the_ GENERAL. CHIEF OF STAFF [_With a flash in his old eyes. _ Ha! Once more to have those fellows behind me. Think of it! Each man ofthem represents fifty thousand. And behind them another million andanother! God! What a machine to handle. [_He slaps his forehead. _ And the old brain working still! MINISTER OF WAR [_Rising and crossing to a window, right forward, then speakingthoughtfully. _ I don't know, Clement. I am growing old. I think sometimes that war isthe most terrible matter in which we erring humans become engaged. Ihave always thought that--at times. CHIEF OF STAFF [_Who has crossed to the Left and stands facing a map of the world, covering half the wall. _ So you are a sentimentalist, after all? MINISTER OF WAR [_Looking out of the window. _ No. Because there is something stronger in me, conquering the repulsion. My temperament, character, destiny. I am impelled to war. A dozengenerations of soldiers in my blood press me on. My whole educationpresses me on. My sympathies and my religious sense make me tremblebefore the impending horror, but--I confess to you--I believe I wantthis war. CHIEF OF STAFF [_Without turning. _ So do we all. War is the soldier's work. And he does not want to playall his life. Look. We land here and here and here. [_He indicates places on the map with a paper-cutter, speaking withgrowing excitement. _ No defenses, except at this place--a masonry fort built thirty yearsago. Bad cement, moreover. Fraudulent contractor. Then-- MINISTER OF WAR [_Returning to his desk, resolutely. _ No, you old hawk, we're not going to do it. We'll be content to settleourselves in peaceful graves, you and I and the old Chief. No war, nowar! CHIEF OF STAFF [_Calmly. _ That is sentiment. Here is fact. We land here and here and here. Thenmarch down here and up there, uniting the armies. Rich country. I'venever seen it, but I know it better than any letter-carrier in thedistrict. We live on the land, burning and pillaging if the inhabitantsdon't give us what we want. A little dose will tame them. We'll sweepall before us in six weeks. MINISTER OF WAR [_In mock protest. _ Stop, man, stop! You make me want to try it. CHIEF OF STAFF I can't stop. It's a game with me. I play it all day in my thoughts andall night I direct campaigns in my dreams. A great game. Only sometimesI get tired of playing it on paper, and want to hear the real guns andsee the real battalions. [_A_ SECRETARY _enters with a message. _ SECRETARY [_To Minister of War. _ A message from the King sent over from the Foreign Office. The PrimeMinister was not there. MINISTER OF WAR Let me have it. [_He takes the message and glances at it. _ What? [_With a gesture to the Secretary. _ That will do. [_Exit_ SECRETARY. CHIEF OF STAFF Well? MINISTER OF WAR [_Flaring up. _ Look at this, look at it! The King is sending our national honor to thedogs. He has secretly resumed communication with the Ambassador of theRepublic, instead of doing what was natural and constitutional, sendingthe man to us. He is going to compromise. Pack up your tin soldiers, oldman. Take them home for your grandchildren to play with. Our countryevidently has no more use for them. CHIEF OF STAFF [_With compressed lips. _ Show me. [_He takes the paper and reads its contents aloud. _ "The King desires to inform the Foreign Office that, in pursuance ofhis well-known love of peace, he sent for the Ambassador of the Republicthis afternoon and outlined a plan that would satisfy the royalgovernment and at the same time yield certain points to the governmentof the Republic. The Ambassador was courteous, but, althoughacknowledging the generosity of the King's offer, regretted that he wasunable to consider any compromise before communicating again with hisgovernment. The King replied that if his offers were refused he couldthen have nothing further to say in the matter, but would have to turnit over entirely to his Ministers. "The King suggests to the Foreign Office that these facts be put beforeour Ambassadors abroad, and, to pacify the public mind, be given at onceto the newspapers. " My God, and you want peace! MINISTER OF WAR [_Harshly. _ Well, how do you like it? CHIEF OF STAFF He's backed down, he's backed down. All the world will be shoutingtomorrow how our King has backed down. _Christo!_ To accept defeatbefore you've begun to fight! [_He turns again to the map. _ If this other plan should be frustrated by the enemy's navy, look, wecould land here and here and-- [_The door opens and the_ PRIME MINISTER _enters. He is astern, titanic figure in the sixties, sallow-skinned, gray-haired. _ PRIME MINISTER [_Standing in the doorway. _ Good evening, gentlemen. Counting your battalions? CHIEF OF STAFF [_Absorbed. _ And here, joining our armies at-- MINISTER OF WAR Thank God, you're here. Where in sin have you been? PRIME MINISTER Home on my estates, saying good-bye to my family. [_He smiles grimly, and with his cane makes a thrust in carte andtierce. _ MINISTER OF WAR You think you are going to war? PRIME MINISTER I know. MINISTER OF WAR [_Taking up the paper the_ CHIEF OF STAFF _has let fall on thedesk. _ Read that. It came from your office. PRIME MINISTER [_Takes it and begins to read. _ Eh? The King? Mediation on his own hook? [_With growing anger. _ So? So? So? [_He lets the paper flutter to the floor. _ Very good. He can find a new Prime Minister. I resign. CHIEF OF STAFF [_Turning abruptly. _ No, you don't! MINISTER OF WAR [_Hotly. _ We stick together in this. You are not going to resign. PRIME MINISTER My good friends, I am going to resign. [_He picks up the paper off the floor. _ Give me your seat at the desk. On the back of this ignoble parley, myresignation goes to him. MINISTER OF WAR You are the support of the army. We go to the dogs, if you leave us. PRIME MINISTER [_Sitting at the desk. _ So? "The King suggests to the Foreign Office that these facts be putbefore our Ambassadors abroad and, to pacify the public mind, be givenat once to the newspapers. " He suggests. So do I suggest--somethingdifferent. CHIEF OF STAFF [_In front of the map again. _ Three hundred thousand men here, turning the flank of a possible armymarching north with that ridge of mountains as a cover--If we can onlyhave the chance! PRIME MINISTER [_Studying the message, suddenly. _ By Heaven! If-- MINISTER OF WAR What is it? You look as if-- PRIME MINISTER If nothing! Bring me some claret out of that inexhaustible cabinet ofyours. [_He draws his pen through a section of the message. The_ MINISTEROF WAR _goes to a cabinet in the rear wall and brings forth adecanter of claret and glasses. _ MINISTER OF WAR [_Pouring a glassful for the_ PRIME MINISTER. Here, dear old Titan. PRIME MINISTER [_Gulping it down. _ Thanks. More. And cigars. [_The_ MINISTER OF WAR _refills the glass and brings cigars. The_ PRIME MINISTER _wreathes himself in smoke. _ CHIEF OF STAFF [_With his back still turned to the others. _ I planned this campaign first some twenty years ago. But there was nonavy then to speak of, and no airships. It is more intricate now, butvery much more interesting as an intellectual problem. PRIME MINISTER [_Indicating his glass. _ Another, good man. MINISTER OF WAR You're smelling blood when you drink like that. PRIME MINISTER [_Turning to the_ CHIEF OF STAFF. Here! You old death's head! You are prepared, you say? CHIEF OF STAFF [_Calmly. _ I have been making my plans for twenty years. The present plans havebeen complete, except for slight revisions, for three years. PRIME MINISTER The army and navy are fully equipped? MINISTER OF WAR Down to the last shoe-string. PRIME MINISTER [_To_ CHIEF OF STAFF. Would you say it would be better to wait a week or a month or even ayear--or to strike at once? CHIEF OF STAFF [_Firmly and quietly. _ Strike at once. MINISTER OF WAR You dreamers, you theorists! How about the King's negotiations? PRIME MINISTER [_Rising, with the message in his hand. _ Gentlemen, I have seen fit to abbreviate the King's message. I have notaltered a word nor added a word. I have merely omitted all that did notseem to me pertinent or useful. The message reads as follows: "The Kingsent for the Ambassador of the Republic this afternoon and outlined aplan that would satisfy the royal government. The Ambassador regrettedthat he was unable to consider any compromise. The King replied thatthen he could have nothing more to say in the matter. " MINISTER OF WAR There's ginger, by Heaven! The other was a dove-peep to a parley. Thisis a trumpet call of defiance. CHIEF OF STAFF [_With quiet delight. _ The Republic will never swallow that. PRIME MINISTER They are not supposed to. They will declare war, and then be theaggressors. MINISTER OF WAR [_Exultantly. _ Our God of old lives yet and will not let us perish in disgrace! CHIEF OF STAFF [_Looking about. _ My helmet. Damn it! Where is my helmet? I am going to dig at the plansonce more. If God lets me lead the armies in such a fight, the devil cancome when I'm through and fetch away the old carcass. PRIME MINISTER [_To_ MINISTER OF WAR. Where's your Secretary? MINISTER OF WAR [_Crossing to door. _ Secretary, here! [SECRETARY _enters. _ PRIME MINISTER [_Handing him the paper. _ To the telegraph-operator with this. It is to be sent to every newsbureau in the city and to all our embassies abroad. MINISTER OF WAR Tomorrow, the mobilization! CHIEF OF STAFF Tonight! I need those twelve hours for my plans. [_The_ SECRETARY _holds the door open for the_ CHIEF OFSTAFF _who is about to go out when suddenly in the doorway appearsa young man of thirty, pale, dark, timid. He hesitates on thethreshold. _ SECRETARY [_Taken aback, bowing. _ Your Majesty! CHIEF OF STAFF [_Drawing back. _ My King! [PRIME MINISTER _and_ MINISTER OF WAR _bow. _ KING [_Courteously. _ I trust I am not breaking in upon a matter that does not concern me? PRIME MINISTER There is nothing that the King's servants may do that does not concernthe King. KING True. But sometimes the King is kept in ignorance nevertheless. [_To the_ SECRETARY. What paper is that you have there, if you please? SECRETARY [_With an uneasy glance at the others. _ Here, your Majesty. MINISTER OF WAR [_Aside to_ SECRETARY. Get out! [_Exit_ SECRETARY. PRIME MINISTER It is the report of your Majesty's interview with the Ambassador. KING [_Glancing at the paper and speaking in quick, excited tones. _ My message has been altered. It was conciliatory. It is a challenge now. Who did this? PRIME MINISTER Your Majesty sees the culprit before you. KING Are you trying to make war? PRIME MINISTER I am trying, your Majesty, to save the country from the results of yourMajesty's indiscretion in calling the Ambassador to your palace withoutconsulting your Ministers. If we do not strike now we lose our prestigeas a great nation, our national honor is dragged in the dust. We have tofight. We cannot afford to back down. KING [_Striding across the room, agitatedly. _ But this is unholy, barbaric--this deliberate concoction of a great, terrible war. I saw clearly this evening as I was talking with theAmbassador how utterly without inner necessity this war-scare is. It isa made thing from beginning to end, and I refuse absolutely to sanctionit. CHIEF OF STAFF [_Deliberately. _ Your Majesty is an idealist. We are practical, and, I may say, far-seeing men. And we are the three men, perhaps, who have given yourMajesty the chair you sit on and made your kingdom what it is. KING [_Drawing himself up. _ I think I have not been ungrateful. But my people come first, and I willnot have my people plunged into misery for no valid and inevitablenecessity. PRIME MINISTER Your Majesty, I have served you for fifteen years and I served yourexalted father for twenty. You are right. This war may be avoided. Intwo days this war-cloud could be so utterly dissipated that men wouldlaugh here and in the great Republic that for a day they had talked sohotly of war. Dissipated. For a year, for two years. For always? No. Thewar must come sooner or later. It is a matter, in the first place, ofprestige, of national honor. But, more emphatically, it is a question ofmathematics, birth-rate, death-rate, revenue, taxes, industries, imports, exports. [_Crossing to left. _ There is a map of the world, your Majesty. This stretch of land there weneed as a safety-valve. If we get that we are safe. If we fail to get itwe explode. Not at once. But sooner or later. Our army and navy havenever been in better shape. These two gentlemen can give your Majestytheir word for that. But you can take mine, too. The enemy's army ispolitically rotten, and enfeebled by sentimental peace propaganda. Theirdefenses are inadequate and their navy likewise. Those things willchange. Strike today--and they never raise their heads again. Wait--andit is you who may be crushed. KING [_Sharply. _ That is a theory. Not a fact. Ten years may change the aspect of thingsentirely, particularly if we use those ten years in preparations not forwar but for peace, honest at home and abroad, just, open, civil, to ourneighbors. PRIME MINISTER Your Majesty, I look farther than ten years, farther than ten times tenyears. And I have wrought for this moment, prepared for this moment, this moment of our strength and our enemy's weakness. I have a right toinsist that I, who have brought your kingdom thus far, shall not have myhands tied when the moment for stern action arrives. KING [_With a whimsical smile. _ After all, my good Prime Minister, it is _my_ kingdom, you know. PRIME MINISTER [_Moved. _ Your Majesty knows that what I have done I have done for your glory. The liberals have cursed me for a reactionary through the length andbreadth of the kingdom; because I served you, and served you in all loveand devotion. KING I know your devotion. But give me a fresh example of it. Keep my kingdomat peace with the world. PRIME MINISTER That I cannot do. KING You cannot? You _will_ not. PRIME MINISTER I could not face my conscience, or make my peace with God, if I weakenednow and allowed the golden opportunity to pass by. For your Majesty'ssake as well as for our country's. KING For mine? PRIME MINISTER Your Majesty has forgotten that your throne was built by war and restson force. Force only, military prestige only, can uphold you. The rebelsof labor have crept close to your throne now. Ten more years of peace, and you are cast out overnight, to wander over Europe, a homelessabsurdity, a king without a chair to sit on. KING [_With flashing eyes. _ We shall see! PRIME MINISTER [_Quietly. _ May I ask your Majesty in all humility and devotion to give me back thatslip of paper? KING You have thought of our national honor, our prestige, our commercialgrowth, our dynastic life. Have you given no thought at all to the menyou send to death to purchase these? PRIME MINISTER A man has no higher privilege than to die for his country. I beg yourMajesty--the paper? KING [_Tearing the paper once across. _ And the women? PRIME MINISTER [_Grimly. _ We'll find them new husbands, your Majesty. The paper, if you please. KING [_Tearing the paper into shreds. _ I forbid this war! PRIME MINISTER [_With controlled anger. _ My God, your Majesty! You are letting a sentiment master you. There areworse things than war. There are possibilities in peace infinitely worsethan any war, or there would be no war. War may kill a million bodies, but a wicked peace can snuff out unnumbered souls! KING I will take my chances with peace. MINISTER OF WAR It is for you we are fighting, your Majesty, but not for you only, notfor your glory only and the permanence of your House, but for thepermanence of the monarchical principle, which we know is better andhigher than the principle of democracy, since it is the earthly symbolof God's singleness of rule, and comes direct from God. CHIEF OF STAFF [_Coolly. _ Moreover, your Majesty, it works! KING This is a matter of war and peace, not a matter of monarchy ordemocracy. PRIME MINISTER Your Majesty does not see far enough. Give us war, and we keep ourmonarchy. Give us peace, and we plunge within ten years into the rapidsof revolution and democracy. KING [_Simply. _ I will take my chances with peace. PRIME MINISTER [_Stern and cold. _ Very good, your Majesty. Then you may paddle your bark alone. I resign. MINISTER OF WAR And I resign! CHIEF OF STAFF And I! KING [_Crossing to the window, where he stands with his back turned to theothers. His voice is uncertain. _ I did not expect that of you. PRIME MINISTER [_Moved. _ Oh, your Majesty! You know what my love has been-- KING [_Turning. _ Half the country will fall from me if you three desert me. PRIME MINISTER It is not desertion, your Majesty. It is loyalty to something evenhigher than the King, the principle that makes him King. KING [_Perplexed. _ Perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps I am sentimental-- MINISTER OF WAR [_Gently. _ Your Majesty is humane, but perhaps a deeper humanity demands ahardening of the heart sometimes. KING [_To_ MINISTER OF WAR. But you always detested war. You called yourself my Minister not of War, but of Peace. MINISTER OF WAR [_Rigidly. _ When the honor of our country is at stake-- KING [_Impatiently. _ But nobody is attacking our honor! PRIME MINISTER [_Bluntly. _ The case is as I said. We need this war, and we must have it. KING [_Torn by his conflicting desires. _ I cannot let you resign. There is no one else I can trust as I trust youthree. But not war, not war! PRIME MINISTER I am a lover of peace, but the time has come when we must have war. MINISTER OF WAR It is our sacred duty, your Majesty, to draw our swords for light andjustice when God calls! CHIEF OF STAFF And God has always been with us. God will be with us now! KING [_White and tense. _ You are three strong men against me. I want peace, but I am helplesswithout you three. For I am an anachronism. Not nature but human force, fighting against nature, keeps me on my throne. If you must have war, have it. But I tell you this: God has no part in it. Leave God out ofthe game! [_He sinks into the chair by the desk. _ PRIME MINISTER [_To_ MINISTER OF WAR. Call your Secretary! [MINISTER OF WAR _goes to the door. The_ SECRETARY_enters. The_ PRIME MINISTER _takes a paper out of his pocket. _ Here. It is a copy of the message I directed you to send to the newsbureaus and embassies. Transmit it at once. [_The_ SECRETARY _bows and goes out. The_ KING _fallsforward on the desk, sobbing. At his side, straight and stern, the_PRIME MINISTER _Stands. To_ MINISTER OF WAR. Give orders for immediate mobilization. [_The stage is slowly darkened. _ SCENE II _As the lights rise again they reveal a small, comfortably furnishedclubroom, with a wide window opening on a balcony in the back, and doorsright and left. It is evening and the electric lamps are lit. _ GROSVENOR, _a man of fifty-odd, large, sleek, unctuous, well-groomed, is discovered in an arm-chair, surrounded by newspapers. He glances with feverish interest at one after the other. A cheer isheard outside, then the sound of fifes and drums. He rises excitedly andthrows open the French window. The tramp, tramp of a regiment is heard. _TWO OFFICERS _in uniform, a_ GENERAL _and a_ CAPTAIN, _enter left. _ GENERAL [_A strongly-built man in middle age, with a firm, resolute face. _ Evening, Grosvenor. Not poaching on your rights if we come in here aminute? The other windows were crowded. GROSVENOR Not at all, General, not at all. We're all making way for the khakitoday, sir. And proud to have the chance. [_With overdone politeness to the Captain, a handsome man of theromantic type. _ Take my place, Captain. CAPTAIN Thanks. Great tune that, eh? Stirs up a man's vitals, eh? GROSVENOR Yes, indeed; yes, indeed. CAPTAIN Wait till we put that into the repertory of the enemy's bandmasters. [_Leaning out of the window. _ Come. They're a fine-looking lot, eh? GENERAL Fine! Fine! The pick of the land. Fighters to a finish, every one of'em. CAPTAIN And say, but they're thanking God tonight for the war-scare that'sbrought 'em back from manoeuvres. GROSVENOR [_Eagerly. _ They are, eh? CAPTAIN Manoeuvres are too tame. They're crazy to get into a real fight. GROSVENOR [_In excited, subdued tones. _ Then you think--there'll be war? GENERAL [_Turning. _ The President expects to hear from our Ambassador any minute about theprivate interview he wired he was about to have with the King. GROSVENOR [_Taking up the papers. _ Seen the latest? GENERAL [_Picking out one paper with a particularly flaring headline. _ "Iberia planning secret attack, " eh? That man Pollen knows more thingsthat aren't so than a college graduate. CAPTAIN [_Taking another paper. _ He's entertaining enough, though. I daresay he has some influence. GROSVENOR I pray to God that we may keep peace, but we must not let ourselves bewalked over--we must not-- CAPTAIN [_Laughing. _ Exactly. The nation is at last to see what it spends its army and navyappropriations for. Eh? GENERAL No sane man wants war, but if-- CAPTAIN I'm sane. And I want war. I want to go out and help lambaste thoseinfernally cocksure armies of that jelly-and-cream King. We've parleyedlong enough. Now we'll fight. Force is the only convincing argumentafter all. GROSVENOR As our Master said, "I bring a sword"-- GENERAL [_At the window again. _ Fine fellows those. Look at that boy there, third from the end. And thatlieutenant. Strapping, wonderful fellows--with brains! That's the greatthing. Give me five hundred thousand of those and I'll hold off allcomers. GROSVENOR [_With nervous acuteness. _ How long d'ye think it'll last? GENERAL Six months. Maybe a year. GROSVENOR [_Tentatively. _ You couldn't, I suppose--say--more exactly? GENERAL [_With a glance of suspicion. _ How should I--before it's even begun? GROSVENOR [_Hastily. _ Oh--er--just a matter of curiosity. CAPTAIN [_Laughing. _ At any rate, we'll be back in time for the next presidential election. We're coming back with the General on our shoulders, and when we drophim it'll be through the skylight of the President's house. GENERAL [_Self-consciously. _ Don't talk nonsense. CAPTAIN There's nothing like a war to make a man President. [_At window. _ More and more and more of 'em. Bully lines. Not natty enough to be ajoke, just straight and trim. Those fellows'll carry you into thepresidency, General, if anyone can. A few of 'em'll have to choke first, but that's fisherman's luck. GENERAL [_Turning. _ That'll do, Dave. [_A_ PAGE _enters Right. _ PAGE [_Crossing the room. _ Mr. Grosvenor? Mr. Grosvenor? GROSVENOR [_Eagerly. _ Here. PAGE [_Handing him a telegram. _ Any answer? GROSVENOR Wait. CAPTAIN [_Still watching the soldiers. _ They _are_ happy. [_Pause. _ I wonder which of 'em'll come back, and which won't. GROSVENOR [_Who has torn open the yellow envelope, sinks back in his chair. To_PAGE. No answer. [_He mops his brow in utter dejection. The officers by the window do notsee him as he studies the telegram and studies it again as though hecould not believe his eyes. _ CAPTAIN [_Turning. _ Any news, Mr. Grosvenor? GROSVENOR [_Thickly. _ A plot, a damned Stock Exchange plot. [_He hands the_ CAPTAIN _the message. _ CAPTAIN [_After a glance at the message. _ Hello! Say, General, look at this. GENERAL [_Turning. _ What's up? CAPTAIN The State Department has just had news from our Ambassador to Iberia. Delightful interview with the King. Evident willingness to meet us halfway. GENERAL [_Coolly. _ Is this straight? It sounds fishy. CAPTAIN They're trying to gain time. I don't believe it. GROSVENOR It's a damned plot. GENERAL Looks to me like a blind to stop our preparations. I'm going over tothe War Department. Coming, Captain? CAPTAIN It's that crafty Prime Minister over there playing us tricks, eh? GROSVENOR [_Hotly. _ It's a plot! GENERAL Something's queer! Good night, Grosvenor! GROSVENOR [_Effusively. _ Good night, General, good night. God be with us all in these dark days, I say! GENERAL [_Solemnly. _ Amen to that! CAPTAIN [_Saluting carelessly. _ Good night. GROSVENOR Good night, good night. [_The_ OFFICERS _go out. _ GROSVENOR _strides excitedlyup and down. _ It's a plot, it's a damned plot-- [_He goes toward the rear and picks up a telephone instrument on a deskby the window. _ Can you get me the House? Mr. Maynard. Yes. Making a speech? Never mind. [_He hangs up the receiver and presses a button on the wall. Then hequickly writes a message on the back of the telegram and encloses it inan envelope. The_ PAGE _enters. _ PAGE Ring, sir? GROSVENOR Yes. Take this to the House at once. To Mr. Maynard. See that he gets ithimself. Here's a dollar. PAGE [_Touching his cap. _ Thank you, sir. [_Exit. _ GROSVENOR [_Taking up the telephone again. _ Give me the Senate. Mr. Taney. Saw him go out? [_He hangs up the receiver impatiently. _ Isn't anyone on the job? [_He strides up and down. _ A damned plot!-- [_Enter, right, hurriedly, _ SENATOR TANEY_, a stout, red-hairedman, clean-shaven. _ TANEY [_Puffing. _ Hello, Grosvenor. GROSVENOR Thank God, you're here. TANEY Only got a minute. Hell's loose in the Senate. GROSVENOR I've been nearly crazy waiting for news. TANEY God, man. Perhaps you think I ain't been busy rounding up a lot ofon-the-fence-men? It seems to me pretty nearly everybody was on thefence. No decided opinions at all. But they're coming, they're coming. GROSVENOR How 'bout that report about the King over there wanting peace? TANEY That's what the row's about. The highbrows an' the peace people areshouting hurrahs all over the place, an' the rest of us has to do whatwe can to drown 'em out. GROSVENOR [_Restlessly moving about the room. _ If it's true about the King, can you--work it--anyway? TANEY How do I know? GROSVENOR Got any figures? For or against? TANEY Yes. It's about an even go. GROSVENOR [_Disappointed. _ You can't give me anything more definite? TANEY What's up, anyway? You look nervous. GROSVENOR I am. This business is cutting into my sleep. My last cent is tied up, and I've got a good many other people's last cents as well. Damn it, Taney, this is worse than Monte Carlo. You're dealing with cold-bloodedchance there, but here you're dealing with sentiments, emotions. It'sexhausting. War is a terrible thing, Taney. It worries me day and night. Think of the lives! And yet we need this war, we need it for the good ofthe nation. And now that we're ready, it would be a calamity if-- TANEY [_Turning to go. _ Don't you worry about that. GROSVENOR [_Nervously. _ How's the House going? TANEY Don't know anything about the House. But I guess your man Maynard isdoing his job. I'm off to see Cottrell. Another man that wants news. Beback in ten minutes. GROSVENOR Keep me posted, for God's sake. You know--I'm not ungrateful. You shan'tlose by your efforts, Taney. You know I'm a liberal man. TANEY [_Quietly, but with emphasis. _ Look here. You're not Conroy and you're not Pollen. They're the whalesin this pond. You're only a nervous minnow. I'm working with bigger menthan you. And perhaps I've got some convictions of my own, had 'em foryears. If I hadn't, no money of yours would buy me. I believe the peoplewant this war to settle once and for all whether that wishy-washy Kingor us is going to direct the universe, and if the people want it, it'smy business to see that they get it. If that means any money in yourpocket, it's none of my business. But I'm not your slave, Grosvenor. Anddon't you forget it. GROSVENOR You'll keep me posted? If anything goes wrong, I've got to have time toget from under. You'll surely keep me posted? TANEY Get your man Maynard on the string. I'm hanged if I'll be your officeboy. GROSVENOR [_Beseechingly. _ Taney-- [TANEY _goes out. _ GROSVENOR _takes a step toward thedoor, stops, and drawing a cigar from his pocket, begins chewing the endnervously. Then he turns quickly, and crossing to the right, picks upthe telephone instrument again. _ Office of the "Morning Bulletin, " please. [_Pause. _ Mr. Pollen, please. Out? This is Mr. Grosvenor. On his way to the Club?Thanks. [MR. CONROY _enters, right. He is a short, stockily-built manwith a belligerent chin covered by a close-cropped, grizzled beard. _ CONROY Hello, Grosvenor. [_With a sharp glance and not entirely pleasant smile. _ I might have known that I'd find you on the job. What is it thistime--canned goods, uniforms, hospital supplies--or just generalenthusiasm? GROSVENOR A little business, but mainly enthusiasm. A great time to be alive, Conroy! Any news? CONROY Maynard's making a rousing speech. Spread eagle. Our honor as a nation. The dearest, sweetest flag that ever waved over a noble, invinciblepeople. Damned rot. But the brethren from the rural districts lap it uplike cider in October. He's gaining votes. Protégé of yours, ain't he? GROSVENOR Yes. Used to be my office boy. Clever chap. Has a sensible view ofthings. Realizes that our national honor and our property must bedefended at all hazards. CONROY [_Sitting down at the desk and beginning to write. With a cynicallaugh. _ You mean _property_. You don't give a damn about national _honor_. Youknow you don't. What's the use of trying to fool me? GROSVENOR Conroy, do you mean to impugn my patriotic motives? CONROY [_Without looking up, good-naturedly. _ Grosvenor, we've known each other thirty years. I don't try to bluff youbecause I know that you know too much about me. You made the beginningsof your pile out of one big war and you've been playing up a lot oflittle republics against each other ever since, harvesting a neatlittle fortune every time. Now it's a real world-war you're after. If itcomes, you're made, if it don't, you're broke. It's a cinch. Mind you, I'm not throwing stones. Only I don't want you to think you can pull thenoble patriotic guff on me. GROSVENOR I have certain investments, of course, which might possibly be promotedby a war. But I am not thinking of that. I am thinking of the honor ofmy country, that honor which has never yet been stained, and shall notbe stained if I can do aught by my own efforts and by my prayers to God, to keep it pure. CONROY [_Rising. _ You carry it off well. I couldn't bluff the way you can. I haven't yourreligious feeling. I know why I want war. It's because I'm amanufacturer of guns. Everybody knows my business, and they know that ifthere wasn't war or a fear of war constantly, I and my wife and childrenwould starve. War is my work and it's been my work most of my life. AndI've worked for this war because it was the biggest thing in sight. I'veworked for it with all the brains I've got, just as I'd have worked fortwo-hundred-egg hens if I'd been a chicken farmer. I'm not asentimentalist. Besides, war's a good thing occasionally. I believe thatabsolutely. It quiets down your socialists, cuts down your superfluouspopulation, increases the moral stamina of the nation. A lot of thistalk of war being hell is mush. A few people get shot up, but no oneforced 'em to go. It's their own funeral. GROSVENOR No, Conroy, no. I don't agree with you. I may possibly not losefinancially by this war, but nevertheless, war is terrible, awful. TheChristian sense balks at it. Only, I feel this way, sometimes when thehonor of the nation demands-- CONROY You damn bluff! GROSVENOR [_Confronting him. _ Conroy! If you please! [POLLEN, _a tall, thin man in the late forties, enters left. He has an impassive, intellectual face, interesting thoughunsympathetic. His manner is calm and quietly alert, suggestive ofreserve power. _ POLLEN [_Without cordiality. _ Hello, Conroy. Hello, Mr. Grosvenor. GROSVENOR [_Obsequious at once. _ Mr. Pollen! CONROY I was just going to send a note round to you, Pollen. Couldn't get youon the phone. What d'ye think? Yes or no? POLLEN [_With a faint, ironic smile. _ Yes. GROSVENOR [_Excitedly. _ What? CONROY [_Deliberately. _ Are you sure? GROSVENOR How can you be sure? POLLEN I have two reasons. One, because the biggest banker in the country toldme so. That's unimportant. He may have been lying. The other, because-- [_He smiles quietly. _ my papers tell me so. [_He picks up one of the papers off the floor. _ I see you have been honoring me by reading them. Don't my papers tellyou that there's going to be war? CONROY No one pretends, Pollen, that your papers are wonders of undecoratedtruth. POLLEN Well, this time, trust them. What if they do lie about factsoccasionally? I am not interested in facts. Facts are always misleading. But I know something about psychology-- CONROY And you're sure? GROSVENOR How can you be sure? POLLEN [_Standing at the window. _ Because the people are smelling blood. That's why. And now they won'tlet up till they're satisfied. I've watched the war-feeling growing fora year. I tried 'em out on headlines and editorials, first little mildfellows to set them thinking. Then, when their thoughts were set towardtrouble, well, we increased the percentage of oxygen. [_Thoughtfully. _ It's been extremely interesting. The psychology of crowds is one of themost satisfying subjects I have ever studied. Say, fifteen, twentymillions, that individually hate you, but as a crowd, a body of readers, unconsciously, perhaps, even against their will, do exactly what yousay. We're going to have war, because the people have now got to a statein which they believe that nothing short of war will save them fromutter ruin. They want war. I know it. The circulation of my papers hasmounted by the hundred thousand daily. And it isn't only because thepeople want the news. They want the excitement. It's the gamblinginstinct in them. They've seen the ball rolling, and they can't keep outof the game. The very bigness of the thing lures them on; the bigger theissue, the bigger the fascination. The millions of men and the billionsof dollars--that lures them. And the awfulness--the dead, the wounded, the horrors, that lures them like nothing else. There was one thingmissing until tonight. GROSVENOR [_Fascinated. _ What was that? POLLEN Fear. They were too cocksure. But I gave them fear in the eight o'clockextra. There was a rumor that the rest of Europe would take part. GROSVENOR [_With a malicious glance. _ That looks well for your business, Conroy. CONROY I'm not complaining. POLLEN We're playing the thing up in the late editions all over the country. It'll give the people a queer catch in the throat. They'll see thepossibility of a fierce struggle, even of defeat. There'll be awonderful wave of patriotism. You watch. The people'll rise right up. Intwenty-four hours there won't be a man in the country that'll be able totell black from white. All they'll see will be red. [_Pointing out of the window. _ Look at the people out there, standing round. They can't stay indoors. They're waiting for the extras. They won't believe 'em when they read'em, but they can't resist the excitement. Well, the bonfire's ready. Nothing lacking now except the match. GROSVENOR [_Striding up and down. _ That's all very well, Mr. Pollen. But suppose the King over there backsdown? POLLEN He won't. The people won't let him. CONROY _His_ people? They don't want war. POLLEN Not _his_ people. [_Pointing. _ Ours. I tell you, they've smelt blood. [_From a distance, faintly, but growing louder, boys are heard calling, "Extra! Extra!"_ GROSVENOR [_Excitedly. _ Extra! I wonder-- CONROY [_Going to the balcony, and calling down. _ Here, boy! POLLEN [_Laughing softly. _ There you go. [_He presses a bell-button on the wall, bends over the writing-desk andwrites a line which he encloses in an envelope. _ You're easy. And there are a hundred million like you. When it comes towar, reason goes to sleep. You both of you knew perfectly well that Ihad absolutely no later news than you, but you let yourself behypnotized like children. I can do anything I want with you. [_Enter_ PAGE. PAGE Ring, sir? POLLEN Take this to the news-stand in the hall. PAGE Yes, sir. [_Exit. _ POLLEN [_At the window again. _ The edition is going like hotcakes. It has Maynard's speech in it. Dideither of you hear it? CONROY Yes. Damned rot, but effective. POLLEN He keeps the patriotism hot. GROSVENOR [_Proudly. _ I trained that young man in patriotism. [_Enter_ REPRESENTATIVE MAYNARD, _left; a young man, conceitedand with a swagger. _ MAYNARD Good evening, gentlemen. GROSVENOR Maynard! CONROY Great boy! [_They all clap him on the shoulder and shake his hand. _ POLLEN A wonderful speech, my boy. We're playing you up for Governor of theState in tonight's late editions. MAYNARD I'll sweep the State. It's patriotism, it's the flag, that gets therubes. You should have seen the whiskers of the rural sections waving inthe wind! [_Shouts of newsboys outside: "Bulletin! War! All about the war!"_ CONROY Eh? MAYNARD [_To Pollen. _ Any news I've missed? GROSVENOR How's that? They're shouting "War" already. POLLEN [_Calmly. _ I told 'em to. That was the message I sent down. That shout gave you athrill, didn't it? Well, that was what I was after. If I don't hold youdown in your chair you'll rush out to buy a copy, even though I shouldstand here all night, shouting in your ears that it's a fake. GROSVENOR [_Shocked. _ You are inflaming the people! POLLEN Exactly. There have been people unkind enough to assert that that was mybusiness. What's yours, Grosvenor? GROSVENOR Eh? [_Hotly. _ What d'ye mean? CONROY You're livin' in a crystal palace, Grosvenor. Don't you go and forgetthat. GROSVENOR [_Indignantly. _ I-- MAYNARD [_To Grosvenor. _ I've got to get back to the House, Mr. Grosvenor. I just came over tosee if you had any--suggestions? GROSVENOR [_Testily. _ No. Only keep me posted. That's all. [_Expanding again. _ And remember, our honor as a nation is at stake. MAYNARD They're not forgetting our honor while I'm on the floor. CONROY [_Drawing_ MAYNARD _aside as he is about to go out, andwhispering. _ Need any--ready money? MAYNARD [_Grinning. _ There were a half dozen brethren on the steps as I came out, whoimplied they were broke, and wouldn't object to a loan. CONROY [_Taking a wallet from his pocket and handing it to Maynard, after hehas made sure that Grosvenor and Pollen are not looking. _ Here. Help the poor devils along. MAYNARD Thanks. I will. [PAGE _enters right, with a card on a salver. _ PAGE Senator Taney? MAYNARD No. [_Taking up the card. _ Who wants him? _[He whistles softly. _ Harradan! No, son, Senator Taney is not here. [_Exit_ PAGE, _left. _ GROSVENOR [_Excitedly. _ Harradan's smelling a rat. He's getting after Taney! POLLEN [_Quietly. _ Don't you worry. I can finish Harradan up in black-faced letterstomorrow morning. He'll think he's reading his own tombstone. [TANEY _enters, right. _ TANEY Hello, Pollen. Hello, Conroy. Well, Grosvenor, Cottrell is as jumpy asyou are. GROSVENOR Have you seen Harradan? TANEY Have I seen Harradan? I should say I had! He's leading the peace partyin the Senate. Fighting like a fiend. [_Clearing his throat. _ That man has nearly cost me my vocal chords. [_Ruefully. _ To see him you wouldn't connect him with the word "peace. " GROSVENOR He's in the club. He's asked for you. CONROY Come on, Grosvenor. This is no place for an honest business-man to befound conversing with a Senator. GROSVENOR [_Nervously. _ Quite right. TANEY [_With a grin. _ Well, Maynard, they don't seem to think we're safe company for goodlittle boys. Suppose we get back on the job? [_They move toward the right. _ POLLEN _remains standing, calmand imperturbable, by the window. _ POLLEN You people act as though you had a bad conscience. I don't think I'd leta mere Senator interfere with the freedom of my movements, if I wereyou. [SENATOR HARRADAN _enters, left. He is a soldierly-looking manin the seventies. _ HARRADAN Good evening, gentlemen. [_Pause. _ I seem to have tumbled into headquarters. TANEY Hello, Harradan. Looking for me? HARRADAN Yes. TANEY You know these gentlemen? HARRADAN [_Coolly. _ Sufficiently. TANEY I'm due back at the Senate. I'll talk with you till the cock crows afterwe adjourn. Will that do? HARRADAN I should like to talk to you now. MAYNARD In that case, I'll go back to the House. GROSVENOR We won't intrude-- CONROY The Senators have the floor-- [_They are about to beat a retreat. _ HARRADAN I wish you'd stay, gentlemen. GROSVENOR [_Looking at his watch, nervously. _ I'm sorry I-- HARRADAN You'll please stay, Mr. Grosvenor. You, too, Mr. Conroy. CONROY I'm hanged if I'll be dictated to. HARRADAN [_Quietly. _ Do as you please. But if you don't stay, I'll have you both under arrestin fifteen minutes. CONROY [_In disgust. _ Oh, come off! GROSVENOR [_Indignantly. _ What do you mean, Senator? HARRADAN [_Fiercely. _ My God, man, don't make me mad. I'm twenty years older than you, but Icould wipe the floor up with you yet! GROSVENOR [_Nervously lights a cigar and during the ensuing scene shifts it withhis lips from one corner of his mouth to the other in extremeagitation. _ I don't know what you're talking about. MAYNARD Well, you don't need me. HARRADAN I do. [MAYNARD _sits down, chewing his lips. _ POLLEN [_With an amused, patronizing smile. _ You haven't expressed yourself about me yet, Senator. Am I invited tothe party? HARRADAN You may stay or not as you like. POLLEN Thanks. [_Deliberately. _ Do you know, if I were you, I don't think I'd detain these othergentlemen just now. HARRADAN [_Calmly. _ Go to the Devil to whom you belong, Mr. Pollen. I'll do as I see fit. POLLEN I merely advise you. It isn't always considered patriotic when thepeople want war, for a Senator to want peace too hard. I shall strive topoint that out to twenty million people or so tomorrow morning. Makeyour will, Senator. The avalanche is coming. You'll be the loneliestvoice that ever came out of the wilderness. I prophesy your swiftdemise. HARRADAN This is wartime. Most of us are ready to die, if necessary. Only some ofus would rather die in the service of peace than in the service of war. You're a very powerful man, Mr. Pollen. I don't doubt at all that youcan kill me if you put your mind on it. You have poisoned the wholenation. You are at liberty to kill me outright, but I won't let youslow-poison me. [_Turning. _ Taney, I've got information against you, and you've got to listen. You, too, Maynard. POLLEN [_At window. _ Am I out in the cold again? I'm listening intently. [_He goes to the telephone and takes up the receiver. _ News-stand, please. HARRADAN [_Pleadingly. _ Taney-- POLLEN [_At the telephone. _ That you, Burke? Liven up your youngsters outside. They've gone tosleep. [_He hangs up the receiver, and complacently lights a cigarette. _ HARRADAN We were friends in the past, Taney. I always knew you were a jingo, butI thought there was hope. I came here because I still thought so. Ididn't know you had lined up with the buzzards. TANEY See here, Harradan. What are you talking about anyway? HARRADAN We all know why Grosvenor and Conroy and their kind are here. And a fewof us have been wondering who were pulling the wires for them. GROSVENOR You've got me mixed up with somebody else. I'm here attending to--to myregular business. CONROY [_Bluntly. _ And why shouldn't we be down here? I'm in a legitimate business. Guns. And I'm looking after my interests. I'm not declaring war. But if thereis a war I don't see any reason why I should get left in the scramble. HARRADAN War! God, do you know what the word means? I've been in two wars. I'veseen and heard and--smelt battlefields. And I've seen women and childrenwaiting at home--and waiting. POLLEN I'll give you a thousand dollars, Senator, for a thousand-word articleon the horrors of war. You can't make it strong enough. MAYNARD [_Laughing. _ That's one on you, Senator. HARRADAN Taney, you're a man of sense, and you love your country. Now-- TANEY Good night, gentlemen, I'm going. [_He turns toward the door. _ MAYNARD Same here. HARRADAN [_Turning swiftly. _ No, you're not. I want a list of names. I want a list of all the peoplewho are paying you to shout for war. Understand? [_Fiercely. _ I want that list now. TANEY [_Coolly. _ Hell may grow buttercups, Harradan. But you don't get any names out o'me. [_Quickly. _ Besides, I ain't got any to give. And I'll have you up for defamation ofcharacter for saying that there's anybody can buy me! HARRADAN [_After a pause, quietly. _ Taney, you've always been a business-man. You look at things just oneway. You aren't bothered much by imagination. Perhaps you don't knowwhat you're doing. War, man! Dead men by thousands, wounded menshrieking for some one to put them out of their misery, fire, ruin, starvation! For what good, for what good, ever? POLLEN I raise my offer, Senator. Make it two thousand. TANEY You ought to go into vaudeville, Senator. Subject, "The Horrors of War. " [_The others laugh. _ HARRADAN God, the country stands on the verge of the greatest calamity in itshistory and you can't do anything but laugh! MAYNARD You're an inspiration, Senator. Just like that dago or Dutchman orwhoever he was who tried to smash up the windmills. But you haven't asense of humor. HARRADAN [_With quiet dignity. _ No. My sense of humor died during our last war. Will you give me thosenames that are going to help me kill this satanic craving for war? Areyou? MAYNARD You're talking through your hat, Senator. I don't know anything aboutany names. HARRADAN Very well. [_Turning to go. _ I have five names. They'll do until to-morrow. God willing, they'llbring Congress back to its senses. I thank my God that I found youbuzzards out in time. I'll fling your names across the Senatetonight--yours, Conroy, and yours, Grosvenor, and yours, Taney, andyours, Pollen, and yours, Maynard! By Heaven, the country shall hearthem from end to end. And there'll be less talk of war then! You andyour kind are stirring up the millions to dream of war, to shout aboutdefending our national honor--What honor is there in murder?--stirringtheir blood with the fifes and drums of your rhetoric! Through yournewspapers, you are turning the thoughts of our children to war, ourchildren who should be to us the symbol of a nobler, purer futurerising out of the sordid wreckage of the present--you make them drunkwith your cant about national glory--_glory!_--until their innocentfaces glow feverishly up to you, hungry for battle. You will not restuntil you hear the terrible savage cry from their lips--War, war! Youshall not hear it if I can prevent it! I am going to the Senate now. Infifteen minutes your names shall be a byword and a hissing among thenations. The best you can do is to take your vile guns and turn them onyourselves! [_A great shout is heard outside. Then the fifes and drums again. The_PAGE _enters excitedly. _ PAGE Message for Senator Taney. TANEY Here, quick. [_He takes the paper. _ Gentlemen, listen to this from the Iberian Foreign Office to theAssociated Press: "The King sent for the Ambassador of the Republic thisafternoon and outlined a plan that would satisfy the royal government. The Ambassador regretted that he was unable to consider any compromise. The King replied that he could have nothing further to say in thematter. " [GROSVENOR _and the others jump to their feet with excitedexclamations. _ HARRADAN [_Quickly. _ The thing's not true. There's a mistake somewhere. It doesn't fit inwith what went before. MAYNARD Fit in? Who cares? It's a challenge! They've insulted us! GROSVENOR They've challenged our national honor! CONROY Now, by God, they can pay! HARRADAN [_Rushing to the telephone. _ Give me the Department of State. [_There are more shouts outside and more bands. Suddenly the door, left, is burst open by a crowd of men, some in dress clothes, some inuniform, shouting "War!"_ TANEY For God's sake, what's up? AN OFFICER [_Delightedly. _ We're off! GROSVENOR What d'ye mean? A CIVILIAN They've declared war! HARRADAN [_Turning. _ Who has? OFFICER Congress! TANEY Senator, you're left. HARRADAN [_With a sob. _ God! You buzzard! You buzzard! [_A band in the distance strikes up the national anthem. _ GROSVENOR, CONROY, POLLEN, TANEY _and_ MAYNARD _stand. _HARRADAN _sinks into a chair. _ MAYNARD Senator, it's the national anthem. Haven't you got _any_ patriotism? [GROSVENOR _opens the windows. The notes of the anthem aredrowned out by shouts and cries and the calls of newsboys. _ VOICES OF THE CROWD War! War! [_The anthem sounds loud and clear, but_ HARRADAN _buries hisface in his hands. The stage is gradually darkened. The music growsfainter as if the band were marching away; and now and then the shoutsof the crowd make themselves heard above it. These subside, too, into alow, muffled roar, sullen and ominous. _ SCENE III [_The stage grows light again. In the foreground, a black group of treesmay be dimly discerned; beyond are indistinct hills and the last glow ofa bloody sunset. Smoke and dust blacken the scene. Even before the cloudbreaks to reveal the valley for a moment, the low roar is suddenlybroken by the rattle of musketry, followed by the booming of artilleryand the drumming sound of the machine guns. A trumpet sounds the charge. The dust cloud breaks. A thickly crowded mass of men is vaguely seenthrough the twilight charging with cries and curses. The rear rankspress over the fallen, waver, shout and fall back. The rattle ofmusketry continues. The men return to the charge, are repulsed once morewith awful slaughter and again return. The dust cloud passes over thescene. It is night now. The wounded are tossing on the field, shrieking. Ghouls prowl about. A flock of buzzards flies across the moon. In thedistance is heard a shout of victory, then the national anthem oncemore, played by a trumpeter. A thousand voices seem to rise out of theground, moaning, drowning out the music. Then a woman's voice, clear anddistinct. _ VOICE How long, O Lord? How long? [_Cries and wailings answer the cry. Silence. Again the bugle, drownedout by cries, cries, cries. _ CURTAIN The following pages contain advertisements of books by the same author, and other poetry BY THE SAME AUTHOR Faces in the DawnBy HERMANN HAGEDORN_Cloth, 12mo, $1. 35 net_ A great many people already know Mr. Hagedorn through his verse. "Facesin the Dawn" will, however, be their introduction to him as a novelist. The same qualities that have served to raise his poetry above the commonlevel help to distinguish this story of a German village. The theme ofthe book is the transformation that was wrought in the lives of anirritable, domineering German pastor and his wife through the influenceof a young German girl and her American lover. Sentiment, humor, and ahuman feeling, all present in just the right measure, warm the heart andcontribute to the enjoyment which the reader derives in following theexperiences of the well-drawn characters. "A Christmas story, unusual and welcome. .. . All the people in the tale are real human beings. "--_New York Times. _ "A good substantial story . .. Written in plain, homely, and convincing prose. "--_New York Globe. _ Poems and Ballads_New Edition. Cloth, 12mo, $1. 00 net_ "We can see from this volume that Mr. Hagedorn is a truly accomplished poet . .. The poems are worth writing and are worth reading, because Mr. Hagedorn only writes what he really feels, and this volume will strike in many a reader a responsive chord. "--_Poetry Review_ (England). "Hermann Hagedorn's work suggests a keynote for all future poetry. "--Alfred Noyes. " . .. Contains an unusual amount of pure poetry. "--_New York Times. _ JOHN MASEFIELD'S NEW VOLUMEPhilip the King, and Other PoemsBY JOHN MASEFIELDAuthor of "The Tragedy of Pompey, " "The Everlasting Mercy, ""The Daffodil Fields"_Cloth, 12mo, $1. 25 net_ "Mr. Masefield's new poetical drama is a piece of work such as only the author of 'Nan' and 'The Tragedy of Pompey' could have written, tense in situation and impressive in its poetry. .. . In addition to this important play, the volume contains some new and powerful narrative poems of the sea--the men who live on it and their ships. There are also some shorter lyrics as well as an impressive poem on the present war in Europe which expresses, perhaps, better than anything yet written, the true spirit of England in the present struggle. " PERCY MACKAYE'S NEW POEMSThe Present HourBy PERCY MACKAYEAuthor of "The Scarecrow, " "Sappho and Phaon, " etc. _Cloth, 12mo, $1. 25 net_ "The Present Hour" is a vital expression of America in themes of war and peace. The first section (War) contains the gripping narrative poem "Fight: The Tale of a Gunner, " and a series of powerful poems dealing with the great struggle in Europe. Few war-poems of the many published in this country and England reveal such sincerity, force and imagery, as these of Mr. MacKaye. Among them are "American Neutrality, " "Peace, " "Wilson, " "Louvain, " "Rheims, " "The Muffled Drums, " "Magna Carta, " "France, " "A Prayer of the Peoples, " etc. The second section (Peace) includes his widely read poems, "Goethals, " "Panama Hymn, " "School, " "The Heart in the Jar, " and other representative work. The volume is an important addition to Mr. MacKaye's long list of books and a valuable contribution to the poetry of our time. RABINDRANATH TAGORE'S NEW DRAMAThe King of the Dark ChamberByRABINDRANATH TAGORE Nobel Prizeman in Literature, 1913; Author of "Gitangali, " "TheGardener, " "The Crescent Moon, " "Sadhana, " "Chitra, " "The Post-Office, "etc. Cloth 12mo. $1. 25 net. "The real poetical imagination of it is unchangeable; the allegory, subtle and profound and yet simple, is cast into the form of a dramatic narrative, which moves with unconventional freedom to a finely impressive climax; and the reader, who began in idle curiosity, finds his intelligence more and more engaged until, when he turns the last page, he has the feeling of one who has been moving in worlds not realized, and communing with great if mysterious presences. " _The London Globe. _ _NEW POEMS AND PLAYS_ The Congo and Other Poems BY VACHEL LINDSAY. Cloth, 12mo. $1. 25net. In the readings which he has given throughout the country Mr. Lindsay has won the approbation of the critics and of his audiences in general for the new verse form which he is employing. The wonderful effects of sound produced by his lines, their relation to the idea which the author seeks to convey and their marvelous lyrical quality are something, it is maintained, quite out of the ordinary and suggest new possibilities and new meanings in poetry. In this book are presented a number of Mr. Lindsay's most daring experiments, that is to say they _were_ experiments when they were first tried; they have been more than justified by their reception. It is believed that the volume will be one of the most discussed of all the year's output. Borderlands and ThoroughfaresBY WILFRID WILSON GIBSON, Author of "Daily Bread, " "Fires, ""Womenkind, " etc. Cloth, 12mo. $1. 25 net. With the publication of _Daily Bread_ Mr. Gibson was hailed as a new poet of the people. _Fires_, his later volume, confirmed the impression that here was a man whose writing was close to real life, a man in whom were combined a sympathy and appreciation of humankind with a rare lyrical genius. This present book continues the work which Mr. Gibson can do so well. In it are brought together three plays and a number of short lyrics which reveal again his very decided talent. It is a collection which should indeed gratify those students of modern verse who are looking to such men as Gibson and Masefield for permanent and representative contributions to literature. Plaster SaintsBY ISRAEL ZANGWILL. Cloth, 12mo. $1. 25 net. A new play of deep social significance. The Melting PotBY ISRAEL ZANGWILL. Revised edition. Cloth, 12mo. This is a revised edition of what is perhaps Mr. Zangwill's most popular play. Numerous changes have been made in the text, which has been considerably lengthened thereby. The appeal of the drama to the readers of this country is particularly strong, in that it deals with that great social process by which all nationalities are blended together for the making of the real American. Sword Blades and Poppy SeedBY AMY LOWELL, Author of "A Dome of Many-Coloured Glass. "Boards, 12mo. $1. 25 net. Of the poets who to-day are doing the interesting and original work, there is no more striking and unique figure than Amy Lowell. The foremost American member of the "Imagists"--a group of poets that includes William Butler Yeats, Ezra Pound, Ford Madox Hueffer--she has won wide recognition for her writing in new and free forms of poetical expression. Miss Lowell's present volume of poems, "Sword Blades and Poppy Seed, " is an unusual book. It contains much perhaps that will arouse criticism, but it is a new note in American poetry. Miss Lowell has broken away from academic traditions and written, out of her own time, real singing poetry, free, full of new effects and subtleties. Earth Triumphant and Other Tales in VerseBY CONRAD AIKEN_Cloth, 12mo, $1. 25 net_ Conrad Aiken is one of the first American writers to choose to tell his stories in verse. Helston, Masefield, and other Europeans have been doing it with marked success, but hitherto this country has had no notable representative in this line of endeavor. Though Mr. Aiken has been writing for a number of years, _Earth Triumphant and Other Tales in Verse_ is his first published book. In it are contained, in addition to the several narratives of modern life, a number of shorter lyrics. It is a volume distinguished by originality and power. Van Zorn: A Comedy in Three ActsBY EDWIN A. ROBINSON_Cloth, 12mo, $1. 25 net_ This play makes delightful reading and introduces in the person of its author a playwright of considerable promise. Mr. Robinson tells an interesting story, one which by a clever arrangement of incident and skillful characterization arouses strongly the reader's curiosity and keeps it unsatisfied to the end. The dialogue is bright and the construction of the plot shows the work of one well versed in the technique of the drama. 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