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K. M. CAPEK
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Hans.—I acknowledge my error. But I wish I might shriek loud enough to wake him and explain how it happened that we were robbed of each other for all those years. For I had, you understand, proofs that my father was dead.

Ann.—From whom?

Hans.—From the present incumbent.

Julia.—I felt there was something like that!

Hans.—Where did he go? Where is he? I must have him here. I am only surprised that the thing had not dawned on me before.

Johnny (Waking and crying out).—Who was that shouting? Mamma, I am afraid! Where am I? (To Hans) Oh, I see! (He throws his arms about his uncle’s neck.) And poor grandpa died! (Dozing) Don’t be so . . . angry . . . uncle . . . (Sleeps.)

Dean.—I am surprised that the boy should take to him so; he is usually very shy.

Julia.—It is as if they had known each other all their lives.

Ann (Confused, takes Johnny from Hans).—You must come to bed now, baby.

Dr. Crowe.—Beg your pardon, ma’am, but allow me to suggest that it might be better for him to sleep right out here, and to keep as nearly awake as possible. He would only rave in his sleep till morning.

Ann (Wrapping him up in a shawl).—No, no, it’s no use you see. He is asleep again. He is worn out after the excursion.

Julia (To Hans, who is walking about).—Don’t torment yourself this way, Mr. Karvan, it can’t be helped now. The body is ready for the casket. He is as handsome, our dear grandpa, as if he was alive. Come and look at him, you haven’t seen him for so many years. The sight of him will do your heart good.

Crowe (To Hans).—Allow me to introduce myself, Dr. Crowe, the local hospital physician.–

Hans.—John Karvan, dentist, Arkansas City.

Crowe.—So we are in a measure colleagues, aren’t we? I happened to take the position of the beloved of this lady here. He came to such a tragic end! (He pats Julia’s shoulder.) Don’t protest, my dear lady, I repeat. She is an angel, sir, and the whole city of Potsedin will bear me out in the opinion. Her sacrificing devotion to the deceased is exceedingly well known in general, and to me in particular.