THE TURN OF THE ROAD.
A PLAY IN TWO SCENES
AND AN EPILOGUE. BY
RUTHERFORD MAYNE.


MAUNSEL & CO., Limited,
DUBLIN.       1907.

This play was produced in Belfast, December 1906, by the Ulster Literary Theatre. (All acting rights reserved by the Author.)

To LEWIS PURCELL

In remembrance of his kindly aid and criticism.

CHARACTERS:

THE TURN OF THE ROAD.

SCENE I.

A farm kitchen of the present day. Door at back, opening to yard, and window with deal table on which are lying dishes and drying cloths with basin of water. A large crock under table. A dresser with crockery, etc., stands near to another door which opens into living rooms. Opposite there is a fireplace with projecting breasts, in which a turf fire is glowing. Time, about eight of a summer evening in July. Mrs. Granahan and Ellen are engaged at table washing and drying the plates after the supper. Thomas Granahan, the grandfather, is seated at fire place and has evidently just finished his stirabout. The strains of a quaint folk-air played on a violin, sound faintly from the inner room.

Is that the whole of them now Ellen?

Yes that's all now but one.

Have you finished granda?

Yes dearie I have done.

Is'nt that a fiddle I'm hearing?

Yes. Robbie's playing the fiddle in the low room.

I wish some one would stop that boy's fool nonsense wi' his fiddle. He's far too fond o' playin'. It would stand him better to mind his work.

Robbie!

D'you hear me Robbie?

Oh, let the boy be, mother. Its the first time I've heard him at it this week.

Och aye. Let the boy enjoy himself. You're only young wanst you know, Mary.

I think it must be a great thing to be a great musician. Sometimes I believe Robbie should try his luck with that fiddle of his. Somehow I know—I feel he is a genius at it.

What notions you do have to be sure. To think of a big grown man like Robbie John spending his life-time at an old fiddle.

Blathers and nonsense. Its time that boy was out lookin' at the cattle.

Are you there Robbie?

Robbie John.