Excerpt from Beatrice Eden: A Play in Three Acts Before a mountain cabin with a background of hills and rich autumn colors. It is late afteron and the night chill is descending as the sun goes down. A woman in a reclining chair is before the door of the cabin; it is Julia Eden. She has been waiting a long time. She stirs and draws the cover closer. Julia The air grows chill - day dies so quicklyHere we are so much alone, Even the sun is tired in seeking us.But where is Beatrice she was here.Night begins to creep like a robberUp the valley. Where is she?Beatrice! Beatrice!She peers through the gathering gloom.Beatrice! Come! Come! A girl of eighteen, possibly nineteen, enters from the slope below and runs gaily toward her mother. Beatrice You called me. Julia I am afraid; the night is coming.See, the aspens w are almost hidden.It is cold, cold. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art techlogy to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.