The Collected Works of Susan Glaspell E-Book

Susan Glaspell

• Herausgeber: PergamonMedia
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Serie: Highlights of World Literature
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

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Beschreibung

This comprehensive eBook presents the complete works or all the significant works - the Œuvre - of this famous and brilliant writer in one ebook - easy-to-read and easy-to-navigate: • Plays of Susan Glaspell • Fidelity: A Novel • Lifted Masks; stories • The Glory of the Conquered: The Story of a Great Love • The Visioning: A Novel • TRIFLES • THE OUTSIDE • THE VERGE • INHERITORS • A JURY OF HER PEERS • HIS SMILE. • "GOVERNMENT GOAT" • LIFTED MASKS • "ONE OF THOSE IMPOSSIBLE AMERICANS" • THE PLEA • FOR LOVE OF THE HILLS • FRECKLES M'GRATH • FROM A TO Z • THE MAN OF FLESH AND BLOOD • HOW THE PRINCE SAW AMERICA • THE LAST SIXTY MINUTES • "OUT THERE" • THE PREPOSTEROUS MOTIVE • HIS AMERICA • THE ANARCHIST: HIS DOG • AT TWILIGHT

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Table of Contents

Plays by Susan Glaspell

TRIFLES

THE OUTSIDE

THE VERGE

ACT I

ACT II

ACT III

INHERITORS

ACT I

ACT II

ACT III

ACT IV

A JURY OF HER PEERS

"GOVERNMENT GOAT"

HIS SMILE

By SUSAN GLASPELL

(From The Pictorial Review)

THE GLORY OF THE CONQUERED

THE STORY OF A GREAT LOVE

CONTENTS

PART ONE

PART TWO

XX. MARRIAGE AND PAPER BAGS XXI. FACTORY-MADE OPTIMISM XXII. A BLIND MAN'S TWILIGHT XXIII. HER VISION XXIV. LOVE CHALLENGES FATE XXV. DR. PARKMAN'S WAY XXVI. OLD-FASHIONED LOVE XXVII. LEARNING TO BE KARL'S EYES XXVIII. WITH BROKEN SWORD XXIX. UNPAINTED MASTERPIECES XXX. EYES FOR TWO XXXI. SCIENCE AND SUPER-SCIENCE XXXII. THE DOCTOR HAS HIS WAY XXXIII. LOVE'S OWN HOUR XXXIV. ALMOST DAWN XXXV. "OH, HURRY—HURRY!" XXXVI. WITH THE OUTGOING TIDE

PART THREE

XXXVII. BENEATH DEAD LEAVES XXXVIII. PATCHWORK QUILTS XXXIX. ASH HEAP AND ROSE JAR XL. "LET THERE BE LIGHT" XLI. WHEN THE TIDE CAME IN XLII. WORK, THE SAVIOUR XLIII. "AND THERE WAS LIGHT"

THE GLORY OF THE CONQUERED

PART ONE

CHAPTER I

ERNESTINE

CHAPTER II

THE LETTER

CHAPTER III

KARL

CHAPTER IV

FACTS AND "HIGHER TRUTH"

CHAPTER V

THE HOME-COMING

CHAPTER VI

"GLORIA VICTIS"

CHAPTER VII

ERNESTINE IN HER STUDIO

CHAPTER VIII

SCIENCE, ART, AND LOVE

CHAPTER IX

AS THE SURGEON SAW IT

CHAPTER X

KARL IN HIS LABORATORY

CHAPTER XI

PICTURES IN THE EMBERS

CHAPTER XII

A WARNING AND A PREMONITION

CHAPTER XIII

AN UNCROSSED BRIDGE

CHAPTER XIV

"TO THE GREAT UNWHIMPERING!"

CHAPTER XV

THE VERDICT

CHAPTER XVI

"GOOD LUCK, BEASON!"

CHAPTER XVII

DISTANT STRAINS OF TRIUMPH

CHAPTER XVIII

TELLING ERNESTINE

CHAPTER XIX

INTO THE DARK

PART TWO

CHAPTER XX

MARRIAGE AND PAPER BAGS

CHAPTER XXI

FACTORY-MADE OPTIMISM

CHAPTER XXII

A BLIND MAN'S TWILIGHT

CHAPTER XXIII

HER VISION

CHAPTER XXIV

LOVE CHALLENGES FATE

CHAPTER XXV

DR. PARKMAN'S WAY

CHAPTER XXVI

OLD-FASHIONED LOVE

CHAPTER XXVII

LEARNING TO BE KARL'S EYES

CHAPTER XXVIII

WITH BROKEN SWORD

CHAPTER XXIX

UNPAINTED MASTERPIECES

CHAPTER XXX

EYES FOR TWO

CHAPTER XXXI

SCIENCE AND SUPER-SCIENCE

CHAPTER XXXII

THE DOCTOR HAS HIS WAY

CHAPTER XXXIII

LOVE'S OWN HOUR

CHAPTER XXXIV

ALMOST DAWN

CHAPTER XXXV

"OH, HURRY—HURRY!"

CHAPTER XXXVI

WITH THE OUTGOING TIDE

PART THREE

CHAPTER XXXVII

BENEATH DEAD LEAVES

CHAPTER XXXVIII

PATCHWORK QUILTS

CHAPTER XXXIX

ASH HEAP AND ROSE JAR

CHAPTER XL

"LET THERE BE LIGHT"

CHAPTER XLI

WHEN THE TIDE CAME IN

CHAPTER XLII

WORK THE SAVIOUR

CHAPTER XLIII

"AND THERE WAS LIGHT"

FIDELITY

A NOVEL

BY SUSAN GLASPELL

Author of "The Glory of the Conquered," "The Visioning," ETC.

BOSTON SMALL, MAYNARD AND COMPANYPublishers

Copyright, 1915By Small, Maynard and Company (INCORPORATED)

PrintersS. J. Parkhill & Co., Boston U.S.A.

TO LUCY HUFFAKER

FIDELITY

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

LIFTED MASKS

STORIES

LIFTED MASKS

I. — "ONE OF THOSE IMPOSSIBLE AMERICANS"

II. — THE PLEA

III. — FOR LOVE OF THE HILLS

IV. — FRECKLES M'GRATH

V. — FROM A TO Z

VI. — THE MAN OF FLESH AND BLOOD

VII. — HOW THE PRINCE SAW AMERICA

VIII. — THE LAST SIXTY MINUTES

IX. — "OUT THERE"

X. — THE PREPOSTEROUS MOTIVE

XI. — HIS AMERICA

XII. — THE ANARCHIST: HIS DOG

XIII. — AT TWILIGHT

THE VISIONING

A NOVEL BY SUSAN GLASPELL

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

CHAPTER XI

CHAPTER XII

CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIV

CHAPTER XV

CHAPTER XVI

CHAPTER XVII

CHAPTER XVIII

CHAPTER XIX

CHAPTER XX

CHAPTER XXI

CHAPTER XXII

CHAPTER XXIII

CHAPTER XXIV

CHAPTER XXV

CHAPTER XXVI

CHAPTER XXVII

CHAPTER XXVIII

CHAPTER XXIX

CHAPTER XXX

CHAPTER XXXI

CHAPTER XXXII

CHAPTER XXXIII

CHAPTER XXXIV

CHAPTER XXXV

CHAPTER XXXVI

CHAPTER XXXVII

CHAPTER XXXVIII

CHAPTER XXXIX

CHAPTER XL

CHAPTER XLI

Plays by Susan Glaspell

TRIFLES

First performed by the Provincetown Players at the Wharf Theatre, Provincetown, Mass., August 8, 1916.

GEORGE HENDERSON (County Attorney)

HENRY PETERS (Sheriff)

LEWIS HALE, A neighboring farmer

MRS PETERS

MRS HALE

SCENE:The kitchen is the now abandoned farmhouse ofJOHN WRIGHT,a gloomy kitchen, and left without having been put in order—unwashed pans under the sink, a loaf of bread outside the bread-box, a dish-towel on the table—other signs of incompleted work. At the rear the outer door opens and theSHERIFFcomes in followed by theCOUNTY ATTORNEYandHALE.TheSHERIFFandHALEare men in middle life, theCOUNTY ATTORNEYis a young man; all are much bundled up and go at once to the stove. They are followed by the two women—theSHERIFF's wife first; she is a slight wiry woman, a thin nervous face. MRS HALEis larger and would ordinarily be called more comfortable looking, but she is disturbed now and looks fearfully about as she enters. The women have come in slowly, and stand close together near the door.

COUNTY ATTORNEY: (rubbing his hands) This feels good. Come up to the fire, ladies.

MRS PETERS: (after taking a step forward) I'm not—cold.

SHERIFF: (unbuttoning his overcoat and stepping away from the stove as if to mark the beginning of official business) Now, Mr Hale, before we move things about, you explain to Mr Henderson just what you saw when you came here yesterday morning.

COUNTY ATTORNEY: By the way, has anything been moved? Are things just as you left them yesterday?

SHERIFF: (looking about) It's just the same. When it dropped below zero last night I thought I'd better send Frank out this morning to make a fire for us—no use getting pneumonia with a big case on, but I told him not to touch anything except the stove—and you know Frank.

COUNTY ATTORNEY: Somebody should have been left here yesterday.

SHERIFF: Oh—yesterday. When I had to send Frank to Morris Center for that man who went crazy—I want you to know I had my hands full yesterday. I knew you could get back from Omaha by today and as long as I went over everything here myself—

COUNTY ATTORNEY: Well, Mr Hale, tell just what happened when you came here yesterday morning.

HALE: Harry and I had started to town with a load of potatoes. We came along the road from my place and as I got here I said, I'm going to see if I can't get John Wright to go in with me on a party telephone.' I spoke to Wright about it once before and he put me off, saying folks talked too much anyway, and all he asked was peace and quiet—I guess you know about how much he talked himself; but I thought maybe if I went to the house and talked about it before his wife, though I said to Harry that I didn't know as what his wife wanted made much difference to John—

COUNTY ATTORNEY: Let's talk about that later, Mr Hale. I do want to talk about that, but tell now just what happened when you got to the house.

HALE: I didn't hear or see anything; I knocked at the door, and still it was all quiet inside. I knew they must be up, it was past eight o'clock. So I knocked again, and I thought I heard somebody say, 'Come in.' I wasn't sure, I'm not sure yet, but I opened the door—this door (indicating the door by which the two women are still standing) and there in that rocker—(pointing to it) sat Mrs Wright.

(They all look at the rocker.)

COUNTY ATTORNEY: What—was she doing?

HALE: She was rockin' back and forth. She had her apron in her hand and was kind of—pleating it.

COUNTY ATTORNEY: And how did she—look?

HALE: Well, she looked queer.

COUNTY ATTORNEY: How do you mean—queer?

HALE: Well, as if she didn't know what she was going to do next. And kind of done up.

COUNTY ATTORNEY: How did she seem to feel about your coming?

HALE: Why, I don't think she minded—one way or other. She didn't pay much attention. I said, 'How do, Mrs Wright it's cold, ain't it?' And she said, 'Is it?'—and went on kind of pleating at her apron. Well, I was surprised; she didn't ask me to come up to the stove, or to set down, but just sat there, not even looking at me, so I said, 'I want to see John.' And then she—laughed. I guess you would call it a laugh. I thought of Harry and the team outside, so I said a little sharp: 'Can't I see John?' 'No', she says, kind o' dull like. 'Ain't he home?' says I. 'Yes', says she, 'he's home'. 'Then why can't I see him?' I asked her, out of patience. ''Cause he's dead', says she.'Dead?' says I. She just nodded her head, not getting a bit excited, but rockin' back and forth. 'Why—where is he?' says I, not knowing what to say. She just pointed upstairs—like that (himself pointing to the room above) I got up, with the idea of going up there. I walked from there to here—then I says, 'Why, what did he die of?' 'He died of a rope round his neck', says she, and just went on pleatin' at her apron. Well, I went out and called Harry. I thought I might—need help. We went upstairs and there he was lyin'—

COUNTY ATTORNEY: I think I'd rather have you go into that upstairs, where you can point it all out. Just go on now with the rest of the story.

HALE: Well, my first thought was to get that rope off. It looked ... (stops, his face twitches) ... but Harry, he went up to him, and he said, 'No, he's dead all right, and we'd better not touch anything.' So we went back down stairs. She was still sitting that same way. 'Has anybody been notified?' I asked. 'No', says she unconcerned. 'Who did this, Mrs Wright?' said Harry. He said it business-like—and she stopped pleatin' of her apron. 'I don't know', she says. 'You don'tknow?' says Harry. 'No', says she. 'Weren't you sleepin' in the bed with him?' says Harry. 'Yes', says she, 'but I was on the inside'. 'Somebody slipped a rope round his neck and strangled him and you didn't wake up?' says Harry. 'I didn't wake up', she said after him. We must 'a looked as if we didn't see how that could be, for after a minute she said, 'I sleep sound'. Harry was going to ask her more questions but I said maybe we ought to let her tell her story first to the coroner, or the sheriff, so Harry went fast as he could to Rivers' place, where there's a telephone.