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   Suzanne: I'll also have to leave you; we'll probably see you
tomorrow again. (aside) Thought she knew John.
   Annable:   So did I.
   Anna May: (to Tessie) Beg your pardon, but are you the
girl we wrote to?
   (All finally leave stage talking and laughing and Tessie re-
mains alone.)
  Annable:   (returns) Don't you care what those girls say;
they only mean half they say. I like you and I want you to
come to see me.  (Goes right and before leaving the stage says
to herself) I don't see how Suzanne can say she's a bean-pole;
and she hasn't any freckles at all.
  Tessie: And so John's ashamed of me! I didn't think it
made any difference to him. If I only were home again with
dad-and (walks toward the right.)
  (Enter John quickly on the left.)
  John:   Tessie! Tessie!   I've come back to tell you-It's
all a mistake. Just listen a minute; I was a fool. It was all
on account-on account-of-
  Tessie:  -A country girl.    (Exit.)
  Jolhn: Tessie.
                          Curtain.
                  THE ANCIENT MARINER.
                            B. D.
      Ages ago I ranged the outer seas,
      The shimmering main that moves below the moon,
      The shoreless waters of the vaulted noon,
      The drizzling oceans winter could not freeze;
      With halyards twisted by the Genoese,
      And sails of linen from the docks of Tyre,
      I bounded onward: for the western fire
      Beaconed between the Gates of Hercules.
      And lo, today, with hundred flags unfurled
      By all the nations, dwelling either side,
      I swept from Azores round the Horn to Spain,
      And left behind me, circling all the world,
      As aery offspring of my speed and pride,
      The long smoke winnowed by the sun and rain.
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