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قراءة كتاب The Turn of the Road A Play in Two Scenes and an Epilogue
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The Turn of the Road A Play in Two Scenes and an Epilogue
leading a ragged looking bearded tramp with an old fiddle tucked under his arm.
Now we're hame, and we'll get a drop to drink and a bite to eat, Mr. Fiddler.
He goes over to fireplace and stands with his back to the fire.
Take a sate at the fire and warm yourself.
No one offers a seat to the tramp who stands puzzled looking and swaying in a drunken manner in the kitchen, slightly in front of Samuel James, who remains seated beside dresser engaged in taking off his leggings.
Ellen. Get us a drop o' tay and give this poor misguided cratur somethin' to eat.
Moves over to dresser and then stands at door into room. She evidently disapproves of the tramp and does not offer to obey. The grandfather rises in disgust and moves his chair nearer the fireplace away from the tramp.
Your pardon noble lady, I intrude. Your pardon signor I incommode you. Times change and so do men. Ladies and gentlemen behold in me the one time famous leader of the Blue Bohemian Wind and String Band that had the honour of appearing before all the crowned heads of Europe.
God bless me, d'you say so mister? D'ye hear that Robbie John. There's a fiddler for you and see what comes of it.
Perhaps with your permission I may venture to play you a few extracts from my repertoire. I can play to suit all tastes from a simple country ballad to a concerto by Brahms or the great Russian composer Tschaikouski.
Them Rooshians has the tarr'ble names!
Firstly I shall play that touching little ballad I heard Monsieur here warble so sweetly as we rolled homeward on his chariot. If I play he accompanies me with voice. Ne'st ce pas, Monsieur?
Is your mother out Ellen?
She's lookin' after the hens I think. She won't hear you.
William John Granahan starts singing two verses of a folk song, the tramp accompanying meanwhile with fiddle, always putting in an extra flourish. The rest all join, even the grandfather beats time with a stick. The door opens and Mrs. Granahan appears seemingly astonished at the uproar. All suddenly cease singing and try to appear innocent, except the tramp, who goes on playing. He suddenly notices the cessation.
Bravo. A most exquisite little air and beautifully rendered.
He stops short on seeing Mrs. Granahan who stands glaring at him arms akimbo.
Your pardon madam. You are the mistress I take it of this most noble and hospitable house.
Ignoring him and going to centre of floor where she looks angrily at William John Granahan who endeavours to appear unconcerned.
You should be well ashamed of yourself William John Granahan. What will they say about you in the Session I wonner next Sabbath day. D'you think my house is a home for all the dirt and scum of the country side?
Your pardon madam. You owe me an apology. Appearances belie me but scum I am not. I was at one time the well known and justly famous leader of the Blue Bohemian Wind and String—
Wind and string fiddlesticks. Out you go. Out you will go. I