Blossoms in the Dust Page #2

what time my train leaves tomorrow?

It's of no interest to me whatsoever.

Well, it leaves at 10:58

tomorrow morning...

...if you'd care to come down

and see me off.

Well. Here you are, dear.

Oh, thank you, Damon.

I've just been marking time

with Mr. Gladney till you got here.

- This is Mr. McPherson, Mr. Gladney.

- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- The man I'm going to marry.

Oh.

I've just been trying to dance

with Mr. Gladney. Texas style.

I'm afraid I don't know

very much about Texas.

Well, Texas is a great place.

Greatest place in the world to raise a family.

Have you a family?

Oh, no, no. Not yet.

I've only just picked out my wife.

Well, congratulations.

Would you like to shake on that, sir?

Why, certainly.

Dear, we're missing

most of this lovely music.

Just watch Mr. McPherson,

Mr. Gladney.

You'll get some pointers

on how to succeed in a ballroom.

Thank you.

All aboard.

All aboard, boss.

Better get this on the train, boss,

if you're going.

Yeah, all right.

Go on, wave. Wave.

- Edna.

- Sam.

Good afternoon.

Well, where is everybody?

Well, here he is.

- Yep. Here I am.

- Well, at last.

You know, I'm a little flustered.

Only the second time we've met,

and soon I'll have to call you "son. "

Mother.

And I'm sure this must be

little Charlotte.

- Hello, Sam.

- I think you rate a kiss too...

...for getting Edna down at the station

that morning.

Oh, I knew it was all up with poor Damon

the moment I saw you.

Poor Damon.

He's been happily married

for three whole months.

Happily?

I'll bet he doesn't even know it.

Where's Dad?

- In the library...

...going over some mysterious matter

with my future in-laws.

- Will you tell them Mr. Gladney has arrived?

- Yes.

- Mr. Gladney.

- Uh-huh.

What stand do you take

on the subject of double weddings?

- Double what?

Well, you see...

...Charlotte and Edna graduated together,

they came out together, and now...

Oh, I see.

And now they want to be hitched

in double tandem, right?

Well, why not?

I think another victim might buck a man up.

- How do you like your tea?

- Me? Oh, straight, please.

Sam.

- Oh, hello, Dad.

Mr. Kahly.

- You're looking awfully well, sir.

- Thanks. How's the new mill?

Great. We plan on opening next month,

you know.

You remember the wheat

I was telling you about in Texas?

- Yeah.

- Take a look at that, sir. Give me your hand.

Isn't that wonderful?

Texas wheat.

Greatest wheat in the world.

Sam doesn't think much of Texas.

I'll think a lot more of it

when I get you down there.

Mr. Kahly, please.

- That's all I've got with me.

- Oh.

Children...

...you go on with your tea.

We'll... We'll join you presently.

Come, Catherine.

Why, what is it, dear?

They want to speak to you in the library.

I haven't broached the double wedding yet

to Allan's mother.

Why not? You afraid?

Who, me?

I'm terrified.

Let me do it. I'm not terrified...

...much.

No, you won't. She's my problem, darling.

I'll brave it out.

All right, darling, go ahead, brave it out.

It doesn't matter.

Go on back, dear, please.

But what is it, Allan?

There's something

we've got to straighten out.

You run along back to your tea.

George, it's time

that child was told a little truth.

- Sarah, please.

- Yes, Mother, stop talking, will you?

What is it, Mrs. Keats?

Well, something has come out,

Charlotte, that...

That might seem to interfere

with your plans to marry Allan.

But what is it?

I haven't done anything wrong.

It isn't true. Whatever they're saying,

it isn't true. You know it isn't.

- I wish you were right, Charlotte.

- Sarah, please.

Unfortunately, it's come to our knowledge

that you were a foundling.

A nameless foundling

with an unknown father.

Sarah, how could you?

I...

- I didn't know I was nameless, Mrs. Keats.

- Except for the kindness of the woman...

...in the license bureau,

it might never have come to light.

Whose business is it but mine?

It's anybody's business now.

It's common gossip.

Was it common gossip

before you started telling it?

George, don't, darling.

Why, Charlotte's an angel.

She's kind, gentle, sweet.

Why, from the day George and I took her,

she's been as dear to us as our own child.

And she's the only one

I'll ever marry, Mother.

Make up your mind to that.

Allan wants to take you away

for a while.

Yes. We'll go to someplace nice,

where no one knows us.

Away from his practice and his family.

Oh, Sarah.

- You'll wreck his life.

- Mother, stop it.

Run along, Charlotte, darling.

I have a plan to talk over with Allan.

Don't worry, dear.

We love each other,

and that's all that really matters.

Everything's going to be fine.

Oh, Charlotte.

Did she agree?

Do we get the double wedding?

Why not?

Did you hear that, dearest?

- Here's to double tandem.

Edna.

- Edna.

- Yes, darling?

What is it?

I want you to have this.

Charlotte! Charlotte!

Charlotte! Charlotte!

How about amalgamating?

Share losses as well as profits.

Well, maybe you're right, Charlie.

But do you see that sign out there?

Someday it's going to read,

"Samuel Gladney and Son. "

Can't take in partners

without consulting him.

That son of yours

may turn out to be a daughter.

- Maybe you're right.

Sorry to interrupt you...

Mr. Gladney!

You got to get home to your wife

right away.

But it isn't time yet.

- But babies ain't got calendars.

- Holy smoke.

There's your partner.

- Did you call the doctor?

Well, that's the trouble, boss.

We can't find him.

- You can't what?

- Well, Dr. West is gone away...

...on a fishing trip,

and fishes ain't got telephones.

- My sister has a wonderful doctor.

- Call him up right away.

- Take it easy, Sam.

- I'll go and hitch the horses, boss.

- Well, go on. Look, call the hospital.

- Hello, Central, 485.

Keep trying to get Dr. West. Have his wife

get him no matter where he is.

- I will. Hello...

- Keep getting West until you get him.

- Yes, I will. Hello. Hello. Hello.

- Sorry, gentlemen.

I'd like to speak to Dr. Breslar.

Out of my way.

- Who are you, anyway?

- My name is Breslar. Dr. Breslar.

Where is she? Where is she?

She right upstairs.

Stave it off, if you can,

till the doctor gets here.

Just keep out of my way, will you?

Heat all the water you can, at once.

- Plain water?

- Heat it.

- Yes, sir.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing?

I have 60 babies a year. Do you?

Careful, now.

Can't you tell what color its eyes are?

Oh, look at that.

Are you ready for a visitor, darling?

Yes.

Careful, nurse.

Watch the step there. That's it.

I want to introduce you to my son.

Would you like him beside you,

Mrs. Gladney?

Cover him all up, now,

so he won't get cold.

Look at that.

You see,

this is one thing I disapprove of most.

The time is coming when newborn babies

will be kept in glass cages...

...away from their parents.

Nurse. Take the baby

back to the nursery, please.

Yes, Dr. Breslar.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Gladney.

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