Arena magazine - Volume 04 . Martin. Out there at the nothe eend o tho shore pint ? Uncle Nat. Yeh dont mean up yander ? (Pointing with his thumboter his shoulder.) Digitized by VjOOQIC MR. AND MBS. HEENE. 549 Martin. (Slowly.) Y-e-s. Uncle Nat. Dooze e calkalate t take in the knoll thet looks out t*A1T gator Reef ? Martin. I reckn he dooze. Uncle Nat. Did yeh tell him thet mothers berried there ? Martin. He knows thets wells you do. (Sulkily.) Uncle Nat. Whats he calkalate t do with mother ? Martin. He advises puttin her in a cimitry up to Bangor. Uncle Nat. Shed never sleep comfortble in no
Arena magazine - Volume 04 . Martin. Out there at the nothe eend o tho shore pint ? Uncle Nat. Yeh dont mean up yander ? (Pointing with his thumboter his shoulder.) Digitized by VjOOQIC MR. AND MBS. HEENE. 549 Martin. (Slowly.) Y-e-s. Uncle Nat. Dooze e calkalate t take in the knoll thet looks out t*A1T gator Reef ? Martin. I reckn he dooze. Uncle Nat. Did yeh tell him thet mothers berried there ? Martin. He knows thets wells you do. (Sulkily.) Uncle Nat. Whats he calkalate t do with mother ? Martin. He advises puttin her in a cimitry up to Bangor. Uncle Nat. Shed never sleep comfortble in no cimitry, motherwouldnt. Martin. He says thets the choice lot o the hull passll. Uncle Nat. Then whos got so good a right to it as mother hez ? Itwas all hern once. Thets the only piece she ast t keep. Yeh dont be-grutch it to her, do yeh, Martin ? Martin. I dont begrutch her nothin, only he says folks hainta-gointo pay fancy prices thout they hev ther pick. Uncle Nat. Dye think any fancy price hed ought to buy mothersgrave?. Mrs. Heme as Mary Miller. Here was tragedy that appalled and fascinated like thegreat fact of living. Drifting Apart? Act IV. See page 545. Digitized by VjOOQIC 560 THE ABENA. Martin, Yeh seem to kinder shameface me fer thinkin o partinwith it Uncle Nat. Didnt mean to. Law sakes! wbom I thet I sliould setmy face agin improvemints, Id like f know ? Go ahead, an sell, nbuild, an git rich, an move t Bangor, unly dont sell thet! Leave mejes thet lee tie patch, an Ill stay an take keer th light, keep the grasscut over yander, an sort o watch eout fer things ginrally. . Ann. Sakes alive! Martin Berry, beant you a-comin to your dinnertday ? Come, Nathan1, yr dinnerll be stun cold. I say yer dinner11be stun cold. T wont be fit f r a hawg feat. Little Mildred. (Going to Nat, looks up into his face.) Hes cryin,momma. This estrangement, and the results that flow from it, formthe simple basis of Shore-Acres^ a play full of characterstudies, and permeated by that peculi
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