The Silent Readers Part 7

M. S.--Most people call it that. I call it the Land-of-Equal-Chance.

F. T.--An excellent name!

M. S.--By all the fields, mountains, cities and prairies, what sort of child do you think should live here?

F. T.--Leave that to me. (_Calls._) Come, Young America. (_Calls again and again. At last Young America dressed as a boy scout, pack on back, enters cautiously._)

F. T.--Come, Young America, Mother s.p.a.ce gives you this chart to the Land-of-Equal-Chance. Go, the land lies beyond. It is your domain.

YOUNG AMERICA (_bewildered_).--But what shall I do there? Must I go alone?

F. T.--No, my child, you cannot go alone. Do you see these four windows? Go, draw aside the curtains.

Y. A. (_Goes to the first window and draws aside the curtain. Above the window is plainly printed "Action"._)--Here am I, Young America. I must go on a journey. Will you go with me, Spirit of Action?

SPIRIT OF ACTION (_Appears suddenly at the window._)--Go? Yes. Wait a moment. (_Bounds to the stage._) Where are you going?

Y. A. (_Points to the curtain at rear._)--There, Spirit of Action.

What will you do if you go with me?

SP. OF A. (_Laughs._)--I shall make your blood dance and your heart beat high. I shall fill your hands with glorious work. Your muscles shall be strong with the doing.

Y. A.--O, Spirit of Action, you make me want to start at once. I could not do without you. But, wait. (_Goes to the second window, draws the curtain back to see the word "Understanding"._) Come, friend Understanding.

SPIRIT OF UNDERSTANDING.--Here am I, Young America.

Y. A.--I am going away, Understanding.

SP. OF U.--So! Why do you go?

Y. A.--I want to go. I do not know exactly why.

SP. OF U. (_Comes on the stage._)--Then you do need me, Young America.

I will make your eye clear, and your mind aware. If I go with you, you must think. Will you?

Y. A.--Thinking is hard, but I promise if you show me how. Now, for my next friend. (_Goes to the third window, draws back the curtain and sees, "Self-Control"._) Ho, Self-Control, it is I, Young America!

Come, go with me!

SPIRIT OF SELF-CONTROL.--Not so fast! Steady, Young America. Go with you?

Y. A.--Yes, on a journey.

SP. OF S-C.--If I go with you I must have a big promise.

Y. A.--What?

SP. OF S-C.--You must play the game of life with fair rules--the same rules for all.

Y. A.--Yes.

SP. OF S-C.--And you must help make the rules.

Y. A.--Yes.

SP. OF S-C.--And the hardest of all, you must obey the rules yourself.

Y. A.--I'll try, Self-Control. (_Self-Control joins the others on the stage. Y. A. draws aside the curtain from the fourth window, marked "Sympathy"._)

Y. A.--Come, friend, Young America is going on a journey.

SPIRIT OF SYMPATHY (_Appears._)--A journey? Who goes with you?

Y. A.--Self-Control, Understanding, and Action.

SP. OF S.--You need more than they can give.

Y. A.--What more do I need?

SP. OF S.--Why, don't you see, you have no one to make you feel for others in the game. You can't play or work alone. You must join hands and pull together. (_Comes out from the window._) Take my hand.

Y. A. (_wonderingly_).--Your hand is soft and warm, Spirit of Sympathy. I should like to have you go.

SP. OF A.--Hurry, come, we must be gone. Sit here, Young America, let me put these sandals on your feet. There.

Y. A.--They fit so well, Spirit. And see, wings! Ah, sandals with wings!

SP. OF U.--Sometimes it will be dark. Keep this torch burning. (_She lights the torch and hands it to the boy._)

Y. A.--How bright it makes the way.

SP. OF S-C.--There will be rugged heights to climb in that land, dark abysses into which you might fall. Take this staff. My strength is in it. If wild beasts attack you, defend yourself. Be steady, steady.

Y. A.--A staff! How strong it is!

SP. OF S. (_A long garland of flowers trails from her hands. She winds them about Young America and the three other spirits. Then she takes Young America's hand._)--Come, we go as one to the Land-of-Equal-Chance.

(_The group, bound by their flower chain, moves up the steps towards the curtain._)

SP. OF A. (_Springs ahead but holds to the chain._)--Open, open! Young America is here!

ALL.--Open, open for Young America!

(_Father Time and Mother s.p.a.ce, who have been standing aside, take their places at the large curtain and after a pause slowly lift it, revealing the figure of Liberty bathed in s.h.i.+ning light. Young America starts back._)

LIBERTY.--Come, Young America!

Y. A. (_Aside to companions._)--Dare I go?

ALL THE SPIRITS.--We will go with you.