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Cupid and Psyche Script
1. EXT. CENTER STAGE. SPOTLIGHT (Psyche).
Psyche is sitting on a chair (alone and lonely)
Is this gift a curse? I never wished for this beauty!
My only desire is to love and to be loved… (Sigh)
(Spotlight expanding) People visits her to give gifts and praise
Man # 1
O Great Beauty… Accept this humble present from us, your faithful servants
(Psyche refuses the gift)
I cannot accept this gift because i do not deserve to be worshipped
I am not a goddess! (Higher tone)
Man # 2
But … your splendour cannot be compared with what Venus has
2. EXT. UPPER LEFT SIDE. SPOTLIGHT (Venus).
Venus walking back and forth (worried and mad)
Venus (SARCASTIC but Calm)
I? The goddess of love and BEAUTY? Cannot be compared to a mere mortal like her?
I am insulted… VERY Insulted!!!
(Sits on her throne)
Very well… She leaves me with no other choice…
I’m still the goddess of love and beauty after all… (Chuckle)
EXT. UPPER RIGHT STAGE. Spotlight.
(Cupid playing with his arrows)
Venus (sweet and persuading tone)
Cupid, my beloved son, an act of your kindness is what I needed now…
(Cupid bows down)
I am grateful that you have come to me…
(Cupid stands up)
VENUS (cheerful and devious)
I need you to use your power… The power to make anyone…
Fall in love with any person…
Well… I can do that…
But this time is different… You need to make her fall in love with most despicable
Creature in the entire universe…
There’s no problem in that… so where is this lady you are talking about…
(Venus pointed at Psyche [make yourself pretty]) (2 spotlights)
She is Psyche… Then, I’ll leave it all up to you
Venus fled away. Cupid is speechless and has fallen into his knees.
4. INT. CENTER STAGE. PSYCHE’S HOUSE.
I’m tired of this life… I’m tired of being admired instead of being loved.
I need Love! I want Love!
Psyche’s father enters
PSYCHE’S FATHER (troubled)
I don’t know how or what are you feeling right now…
But I am sure that you are in great pain
He hugs Psyche
PSYCHE’S FATHER (determined)
And so… I must travel to Apollo’s oracle and asks what we need to do…
Wait for me and I’ll bring the joy of your life…
Psyche nods. Father left.
5. INT. CENTER STAGE. PSYCHE’S HOUSE.
Psyche’s father enters (depressed)
And? what did it tell you?
The or… (Gulp) the oracle told me…that…
That you should be dressed in the deepest mourning…
Then, we should leave you on the summit of a rocky hill…
Psyche forced herself to smile
Is that all? Then, I shouldn’t be standing here…
I should get ready to meet my future spouse!
Psyche tried to run into her room
WAIT! I’m not yet finished… Your Future husband is not a human…
But a fearful winged serpent!
All was shocked
SISTER # 1
Psyche, you should stop this! It will only give you a greater pain…
Your sister is right… I won’t hand you to a despicable creature!
PSYCHE (Sad smile)
You are wrong! This is the end of my lifelong suffering!
Rejoice for me for I have found my destiny…
They hugged together.
6. EXT. UPPER RIGHT SIDE STAGE. HILLTOP.
Psyche sat on hilltop. (Trembling with fear). Zephyr slowly lifts her up.
Then, gently lands her on a grassy meadow.
Whoa… it’s better than my bed back home… (Yawn)
Psyche slowly fell into a deep sleep.
Woke up in front of Cupid’s mansion.
VOICE # 1
Lady Psyche, Welcome to your new Home!
Who are you? What do you want from me?
VOICE # 2
Do not be afraid, my lady, we are your most faithful servants…
We were trained to fulfil your desires.
VOIICE # 3
We know that you are tired and starving, my lady…
So we prepared a feast for you.
Psyche sat on the chair, and enjoys the most delicious food she ever tasted.
7. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM
Psyche sits on their bed.
When will my husband come? Did he really want me?
Am I not qualified to be his wife?
VOICE # 2
Relax my lady; I assure you he will come…
VOICE # 3
He will be coming soon… Very soon…
Psyche lied down and slept. (Spotlight Cupid) Cupid lies down beside Psyche and hugs her.
Welcome home, my dearest wife…
Psyche slowly opens her eyes (half). She smiled.
Play the Recorded Voice Over.
I knew it… he is not a horrible creature… His warm hands are the evident…
Psyche grabs the hands of Cupid from behind.
8. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM.
Psyche is sitting on their bed. Brushing her hair.
Psyche, I’ve come here to warn you to a great danger you’ll face…
What danger? Explain it to me so I can avoid it…
The danger is your sisters.
They will come to the hill where you disappeared to mourn for you.
My sisters are not… and will never bring me harm! (Higher tone)
So please, grant me this wish to see my dear sisters.
I want to let them know that I am safe and happy in your care.
You will bring yourself to your own destruction.
It will never be!
I’ll let you see your sister, but promise me this…
Don’t be persuaded by anyone to try to see me.
I solemnly promise… I am so grateful for granting me this favour.
Psyche smiled and slept.
9. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S LIVING ROOM.
Psyche and her two sisters saw each other and tightly hugged together.
SISTER # 2
Psyche, we miss you so much… we thought something terrible happened to you…
SISTER # 1
We are so glad that you are still alive…. and still… beautiful…
(Chuckled) Well… I was scared at first but after knowing my husband….
The fright that I felt changed into love…
SISTER # 1 (day dreaming)
So how was he? Gorgeous? Muscular? Or Charming?
Well… um… he is a young man…um… he is now away for… umm…
For a Hunting expedition!
Psyche acted strange and secretive.
It’s getting late, you should go now…
Psyche handed some jewels and gold.
Here, accept these as a present from me and from my husband.
The sisters left and Psyche was relieved to be alone. ALL was dark.
10. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM.
CUPID [VOICE] (desperate)
Psyche, I beg you…Please stop this nuisance…
I f this continues, we both suffer and you will never ever see me again…
But we have done nothing wrong to bring you harm…
If we continue arguing, then this will be harmful for the both of us!
CUPID [VOICE] (lax)
Psyche, do what you want but don’t blame me if something happens.
11. EXT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S MANSION.
The two sisters were waiting for Psyche and plotting their evil scheme.
Psyche came and hugged her sisters.
Thank you for coming and filling these lonely hours for me.
SISTER # 1
Lonely hours? Why? Where is your husband?
Um… he is still in the hunting expedition…
SISTER # 2
I see… well my husband and I like hunting; we might bump into each other someday.
How does he look like?
Well… I’m bad in describing people so I don’t know how to describe him,
SISTER # 2
Then, how about his name?
PSYCHE (almost crying)
His name…. Na…. me…. is… I don’t know…. I don’t know his name…
Psyche loudly cried. And has fallen into her knees.
SISTER # 1(fake concern)
Oh my, he might be the one that the oracle is talking about.
SISTER # 2 (deep tone)
The fearful winged serpent!
Psyche pulled one of her sister’s legs.
NO! He can’t be… He is gentle and sweet!
SISTER # 1
How would you know? You never met him. It must be a disguise to trick you.
Psyche let go of her sister’s leg. Sister # 2 will help her get up.
SISTER # 2
Psyche, don’t be sad. There is a way that you can see his true nature!
What? What is it?
They whisper the plan to Psyche. Psyche looked sad after hearing it.
12. INT. CENTER STAGE. CUPID’S BEDROOM.
Psyche is lying in her bed. Cupid came and slept beside Psyche. Voice over Playing.
PSYCHE (THOUGHT) [confused]
Should I do it? Should I?
What if? Just what if it’s true? Will I be able to handle the truth?
I wanted to be with him forever! But I wanted to see him so much!
I want to see his smile…. his eyes… his everything… (Descending tone)
Psyche slowly stands up. Took the lamp. (Spotlight: Cupid). Took out the dagger.
Psyche looked at Cupid and stare (teary eyes)
He … he is my husband?
Not a horrifying creature… but the most stunning I have ever seen…
She dropped the dagger. Psyche slowly reached for Cupid’s face.
One touch… one touch will be enough!!!
Some hot oil from the lamp dropped on Cupid’s shoulder. Cupid woke up. Psyche gently touch Cupid.
Oh no! Are you alright? Does it hurt?
Cupid pushed Psyche away.
Don’t touch me! You betrayed me and disobey me!
Why didn’t you believe me that they will bring us harm?
Don’t you trust me, your husband?
PSYCHE (scared and worried)
I’m sorry… I’m sorry…
I got confused… and… And… I didn’t know what I should do…
And… And… I don’t know… I just want to see you!!!
Cupid runs away.
Love cannot live if there is no trust!
The god of love? Cupid?
Psyche loudly cried. (Shivers)
He was my husband… and wretch that I am for not believing him…
I s he gone forever? Will I never see him again?
What should I do? I want him back!!! I want him back…
PSYCHE stood up.
I’ll bring him back… even if it takes a lifetime!
13. EXT. RIGHT SIDE. VENUS’ TEMPLE.
Psyche offers some gifts to the statue of Venus. Voice over playing.
I know this is not a good plan, but it might work.
He might be at his mother’s. There is a greater possibility that we’ll meet again
Psyche prayed to Venus.
O great goddess. I brought you destruction… but hear me out and I’ll be your servant!
When she was about to return, Venus appeared in front of her.
Finally, I have met the devious mortal that put shame in my family.
It wasn’t my intention…
Venus looked at her angrily. Psyche bows her head.
Why are you here? Aren’t my son enough for you?
Do you still want to hurt other with you bewitched beauty?
Wait! You misunderstood me. I never wanted this beauty in the first place!
How dare you! You aren’t grateful for the gift that the heaven bestowed unto you?
You disgust me!
Psyche looked ashamed
Something must be done with that ill mannered attitude of yours!
I’ll discipline you with most diligent and painful training.
Venus smiled and laughed wickedly. She left and Psyche followed her.
14. INT. LEFT SIDE. Closed ROOM.
Venus and Psyche entered the room. Venus pointed at the sacks in the corner.
Those sacks are filled with different kinds of seeds…
You must sort them out by nightfall….
By nightfall? I can’t do it all alone…
It will take days or even months to sort them out!
It’s not my problem… I mean, this is for your own sake…
Venus departed. Psyche is “playing” with the seeds.
PSYCHE (helpless then determined)
What do I need to do? (Sigh)
But I shouldn’t give up; I must try hard for Cupid.
ANT #1 (squeaky voice)
Psyche… Psyche… look down!
Ants? Little ants? Are you here to help me?
ANTS # 2
We are at you service, our Lady. It is our pleasure to help a great beauty like you…
Thank you… oh… thank you very much!!! I’ll never forget you my little ones…
The ants Helped Psyche in sorting the seeds. Morning came.
The ants went away after sorting. Venus came.
How… How… How did you do it? Someone help you right?
Aaaaaa…. It’s a secret… (Chuckled)
VENUS (Sarcastic warning)
So this task is easy for you, but the next is harder so be careful…
EXT. LEFT SIDE. RIVERBANK.
Venus and Psyche are standing at the riverbank.
I need you to fetch me some wool!
Then wool it is!
Not just any wool but Shining Golden wool!!! Down there near the riverbank.
Go now and I don’t like waiting.
Venus pushed her a little and went away. Psyche stared at her reflection.
I talk too much, I thought that I can do everything but I can’t… arghh!!!
Dying! Dying will end my suffering!
Wait! You mustn’t drown yourself!
Indeed your life is miserable but it will end.
Before this, you need to accomplish this task.
Psyche wipe off her tears and listen to the reed.
Wait until the sun sets, the sheep will rest beside the river that is your chance to
Get the wool stuck on the briars.
Thank you my dear friend!! I owe you!!!
Psyche did what she was told. She went back to Venus.
16. INT. BACK CENTER STAGE. VENUS’ MANSION.
Psyche gave Venus the golden wool!
So these tasks are easy for you? then beware of the next one!
It is very impossible for a mortal to accomplish this task.
Psyche looked worried. Venus threw the flask to Psyche. Psyche caught the flask.
VENUS (devious tone)
You need that for this job. I need you to fill that with black water from that hill.
That water is the source of the most fearful river, the river Styx!
But I can’t reach it. It’s too high for me? How will I get some water?
Well… it’s for you to found out!
17. EXT. BACK RIGH STAGE. FALLS.
Psyche was staring at the falls and tries to figure out how she can fill the flask.
The stones are sharp so I can’t climb up…
I mean I know someone will help me with this task but what will it be?
An eagle soar towards Psyche. Psyche sat at the back of the eagle. The eagle flew towards the fall. Psyche filled the flask with black water.
Thank you my big friend!!! I can’t do it without you.
18. INT. BACK CENTER STAGE. VENUS’ MANSION.
Psyche gave the flask to Venus. Venus accepts it.
This will be your final task!
Go to the underworld and ask Persephone if she could lend me some of her beauty.
Venus gave the box to Psyche.
You will carry her beauty with this.
What will I tell her if she asks why?
Tell her that… that… um… I am so worn-out from nursing my beloved Cupid…
Psyche went on to find the road to Hades.
19. EXT. LEFT SIDE. TOWER.
A man approached Psyche.
You are looking for the roads to Hades right?
Yes, I do! Do you know how to get there?
Yes, of course… But before I tell you the directions, you need this penny and this cake.
Guide gave Psyche the penny and the cake.
What will I do with these?
These are you gate passes. You give the penny to Charon,
He will lead you to Proserpine’s mansion.
And at the mansion, you’ll encounter a three-headed dog called Cerberus.
You will give this piece of cake to it so that he will let you pass the gate.
Phew… I’m scared but ready… so where should I head to…
The guide showed Psyche how she will get there.
20. INT. WHOLE STAGE. FROM LEFT TO RIGHT. UNDERWORLD.
Psyche rode the boat led by Charon. Passed the gate guarded by Cerberus. She met Proserpine.
Goddess of the underworld, I am here on behalf of Venus.
She needed your help. She needs to restore her beauty.
Her beauty was drained because of nursing his son.
Wel… I am delighted to help the goddess of Beauty.
Proserpine held the box and slowly move it towards her face. She closed the box,.
Gave it back to Psyche.
Thnak you… Thank you for this great help…
She rushed towards back to the upper world.
What if I use some of this beauty charm?…
i looked so weary and Cupid might not love me anymore if i look like this.
Psyche opened the box and was surprised that nothing was there.
Then a lanquor took over her and fell into deep sleep.
Cupid flew out from the window of he palace.
Saw Psyche and flew towards her.
Relax, my dear for I am here beside you.
Cupid touched Psyche’s eyes and put the sleep back in the box.
Then he took one of his arrows and pricked Psyche. Psyche woke up. They hugged each other.
You fool, why did you hav to do that? Do you know how worried I am?
I’m sorry… I’m sorry… Please don’t leave me again… Stay by my side…
I won’t ever…so come to me… and all our sufferings will end.
21. INT. WHOLE STAGE. OLYMPIA.
Cupid and Psyche were rushing towards Jupiter. Bows down to Jupiter
Grant me this great favour. Let us live a happy marriage life.
Let us become one with blessing you’ll bestow unto us.
Even though you brought me great harm in the past for making me fall in love
Over and over again, but I cannot refuse your desire. So do not be worried.
Jupiter stood up.
I declare to all of you that with my blessing I pronounce Cupid and Psyche as husband
and wife. No one shall ever interrupt their marriage or you shall face me and my thunderbolts.
The gods and goddesses whisper to each other.
There won’t be any complaints if Psyche was immortal, right?
Then, Hermes, bring me the ambrosia and I’ll bestow immortality to this young lady.
Hermes gave the ambrosia to Psyche. Psyche tasted it and she became immortal.
Cupid and Psyche hugged each other.
We will now be together forever. Nothing will stand between our love.
What about your mother? Will she accept me?
Venus walked towards them.
I accept you! You are the love of my son so I don’t have any choice but to accept you.
And… its because you are a goddess now that i agree on your marriage.
Cupid, Psyche and Venus hugged each other.
Spotlight ; Cupid and Psyche. Still Hugging each other.
Cupis, You are the LOVE of my life.
Psyche, You are my SOUL. I can’t live without you.
Cupid and Psyche looked at each other and slowly moving their face towards each other.
(one inch away—black out—Closed Curtains)
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(1) Nearly five hundred years ago the Celestially August, the Son of Heaven, Yong-Lo, of the “Illustrious” or Ming dynasty, commanded the worthy official Kouan-Yu that he should have a bell made of such size that the sound thereof might be heard for one hundred li. And he further ordained that the voice of the bell should be strengthened with brass, and deepened with gold, and sweetened with silver; and that the face and the great lips of it should be graven with blessed sayings from the sacred books, and that it should be suspended in the centre of the imperial capital to sound through all the many-coloured ways of the City of Pe-King.
(2) Therefore the worthy mandarin Kouan-Yu assembled the master-moulders and the renowned bellsmiths of the empire, and all men of great repute and cunning in foundry work; and they measured the materials for the alloy, and treated them skilfully, and prepared the moulds, the fires, the instruments, and the monstrous melting-pot for fusing the metal. And they laboured exceedingly, like giants neglecting only rest and sleep and the comforts of life; toiling both night and day in obedience to Kouan-Yu, and striving in all things to do the behest of the Son of Heaven.
(3) But when the metal had been cast, and the earthen mould separated from the glowing casting, it was discovered that, despite their great labour and ceaseless care, the result was void of worth; for the metals had rebelled one against the other—the gold had scorned alliance with the brass, the silver would not mingle with the molten iron. Therefore the moulds had to be once more prepared, and the fires rekindled, and the metal remelted, and all the work tediously and toilsomely repeated. The Son of Heaven heard and was angry, but spake nothing.
(4) A second time the bell was cast, and the result was even worse. Still the metals obstinately refused to blend one with the other; and there was no uniformity in the bell, and the sides of it were cracked and fissured, and the lips of it were slagged and split asunder; so that all the labour had to be repeated even a third time, to the great dismay of Kouan-Yu. And when the Son of Heaven heard these things, he was angrier than before; and sent his messenger to Kouan-Yu with a letter, written upon lemon-coloured silk and sealed with the seal of the dragon, containing these words:
(5) “From the Mighty Young-Lo, the Sublime Tait-Sung, the Celestial and August, whose reign is called ‘Ming,’ to Kouan-Yu the Fuh-yin: Twice thou hast betrayed the trust we have deigned graciously to place in thee; if thou fail a third time in fulfilling our command, thy head shall be severed from thy neck. Tremble, and obey!”
(6) Now, Kouan-Yu had a daughter of dazzling loveliness whose name—Ko-Ngai—was ever in the mouths of poets, and whose heart was even more beautiful than her face. Ko-Ngai loved her father with such love that she had refused a hundred worthy suitors rather than make his home desolate by her absence; and when she had seen the awful yellow missive, sealed with the Dragon-Seal, she fainted away with fear for her father’s sake. And when her senses and her strength returned to her, she could not rest or sleep for thinking of her parent’s danger, until she had secretly sold some of her jewels, and with the money so obtained had hastened to an astrologer, and paid him a great price to advise her by what means her father might be saved from the peril impending over him. So the astrologer made observations of the heavens, and marked the aspect of the Silver Stream (which we call the Milky Way), and examined the signs of the Zodiac—the Hwang-tao, or Yellow Road—and consulted the table of the Five Hin, or Principles of the Universe, and the mystical books of the alchemists. And after a long silence, he made answer to her, saying: “Gold and brass will never meet in wedlock, silver and iron never will embrace, until the flesh of a maiden be melted in the crucible; until the blood of a virgin be mixed with the metals in their fusion.” So Ko-Ngai returned home sorrowful at heart; but she kept secret all that she had heard, and told no one what she had done.
(7) At last came the awful day when the third and last effort to cast the great bell was to be made; and Ko-Ngai, together with her waiting-woman, accompanied her father to the foundry, and they took their places upon a platform overlooking the toiling of the moulders and the lava of liquefied metal. All the workmen wrought at their tasks in silence; there was no sound heard but the muttering of the fires. And the muttering deepened into a roar like the roar of typhoons approaching, and the blood-red lake of metal slowly brightened like the vermilion of a sunrise, and the vermilion was transmuted into a radiant glow of gold, and the gold whitened blindingly, like the silver face of a full moon. Then the workers ceased to feed the raving flame, and all fixed their eyes upon the eyes of Kouan-Yu; and Kouan-Yu prepared to give the signal to cast.
(8) But ere ever he lifted his finger, a cry caused him to turn his head and all heard the voice of Ko-Ngai sounding sharply sweet as a bird’s song above the great thunder of the fires—“For thy sake, O my father!” And even as she cried, she leaped into the white flood of metal; and the lava of the furnace roared to receive her, and spattered monstrous flakes of flame to the roof, and burst over the verge of the earthen crater, and cast up a whirling fountain of many-coloured fires, and subsided quakingly, with lightnings and with thunders and with mutterings.
(9) Then the father of Ko-Ngai, wild with his grief, would have leaped in after her, but that strong men held him back and kept firm grasp upon him until he had fainted away, and they could bear him like one dead to his home. And the serving-woman of Ko-Ngai, dizzy and speechless for pain, stood before the furnace, still holding in her hands a shoe, a tiny, dainty shoe, with embroidery of pearls and flowers—the shoe of her beautiful mistress that was. For she had sought to grasp Ko-Ngai by the foot as she leaped, but had only been able to clutch the shoe, and the pretty shoe came off in her hand; and she continued to stare at it like one gone mad.
(10) But in spite of all these things, the command of the Celestial and August had to be obeyed, and the work of the moulders to be finished, hopeless as the result might be. Yet the glow of the metal seemed purer and whiter than before; and there was no sign of the beautiful body that had been entombed therein. So the ponderous casting was made; and lo! when the metal had become cool, it was found that the bell was beautiful to look upon and perfect in form, and wonderful in colour above all other bells. Nor was there any trace found of the body of Ko-Ngai; for it had been totally absorbed by the precious alloy, and blended with the well-blended brass and gold, with the intermingling of the silver and the iron. And when they sounded the bell, its tones were found to be deeper and mellower and mightier than the tones of any other bell, reaching even beyond the distance of one hundred li, like a pealing of summer thunder; and yet also like some vast voice uttering a name, a woman’s name, the name of Ko-Ngai.
And still, between each mighty stroke there is a long low moaning heard; and ever the moaning ends with a sound of sobbing and of complaining, as though a weeping woman should murmur, “Hiai!” And still, when the people hear that great golden moan they keep silence, but when the sharp, sweet shuddering comes in the air, and the sobbing of “Hiai!” then, indeed, do all the Chinese mothers in all the many-coloured ways of Pe-King whisper to their little ones: “Listen! that is Ko-Ngai crying for her shoe! That is Ko-Ngai calling for her shoe!”
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The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was habitual and not for show, for spectators were few. The time was barely 10 o'clock at night, but chilly gusts of wind with a taste of rain in them had well nigh depeopled the streets.
Trying doors as he went, twirling his club with many intricate and artful movements, turning now and then to cast his watchful eye adown the pacific thoroughfare, the officer, with his stalwart form and slight swagger, made a fine picture of a guardian of the peace. The vicinity was one that kept early hours. Now and then you might see the lights of a cigar store or of an all-night lunch counter; but the majority of the doors belonged to business places that had long since been closed.
When about midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk. In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned, with an unlighted cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to him the man spoke up quickly.
"It's all right, officer," he said, reassuringly. "I'm just waiting for a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you, doesn't it? Well, I'll explain if you'd like to make certain it's all straight. About that long ago there used to be a restaurant where this store stands--'Big Joe' Brady's restaurant."
"Until five years ago," said the policeman. "It was torn down then."
The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale, square-jawed face with keen eyes, and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. His scarfpin was a large diamond, oddly set.
"Twenty years ago to-night," said the man, "I dined here at 'Big Joe' Brady's with Jimmy Wells, my best chum, and the finest chap in the world. He and I were raised here in New York, just like two brothers, together. I was eighteen and Jimmy was twenty. The next morning I was to start for the West to make my fortune. You couldn't have dragged Jimmy out of New York; he thought it was the only place on earth. Well, we agreed that night that we would meet here again exactly twenty years from that date and time, no matter what our conditions might be or from what distance we might have to come. We figured that in twenty years each of us ought to have our destiny worked out and our fortunes made, whatever they were going to be."
"It sounds pretty interesting," said the policeman. "Rather a long time between meets, though, it seems to me. Haven't you heard from your friend since you left?"
"Well, yes, for a time we corresponded," said the other. "But after a year or two we lost track of each other. You see, the West is a pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty lively. But I know Jimmy will meet me here if he's alive, for he always was the truest, stanchest old chap in the world. He'll never forget. I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and it's worth it if my old partner turns up."
The waiting man pulled out a handsome watch, the lids of it set with small diamonds.
"Three minutes to ten," he announced. "It was exactly ten o'clock when we parted here at the restaurant door."__
"Did pretty well out West, didn't you?" asked the policeman.
"You bet! I hope Jimmy has done half as well. He was a kind of plodder, though, good fellow as he was. I've had to compete with some of the sharpest wits going to get my pile. A man gets in a groove in New York. It takes the West to put a razor-edge on him."
The policeman twirled his club and took a step or two.
"I'll be on my way. Hope your friend comes around all right. Going to call time on him sharp?"
"I should say not!" said the other. "I'll give him half an hour at least. If Jimmy is alive on earth he'll be here by that time. So long, officer."
"Good-night, sir," said the policeman, passing on along his beat, trying doors as he went.
There was now a fine, cold drizzle falling, and the wind had risen from its uncertain puffs into a steady blow. The few foot passengers astir in that quarter hurried dismally and silently along with coat collars turned high and pocketed hands. And in the door of the hardware store the man who had come a thousand miles to fill an appointment, uncertain almost to absurdity, with the friend of his youth, smoked his cigar and waited.
About twenty minutes he waited, and then a tall man in a long overcoat, with collar turned up to his ears, hurried across from the opposite side of the street. He went directly to the waiting man.
"Is that you, Bob?" he asked, doubtfully.
"Is that you, Jimmy Wells?" cried the man in the door.
"Bless my heart!" exclaimed the new arrival, grasping both the other's hands with his own. "It's Bob, sure as fate. I was certain I'd find you here if you were still in existence. Well, well, well! --twenty years is a long time. The old gone, Bob; I wish it had lasted, so we could have had another dinner there. How has the West treated you, old man?"
"Bully; it has given me everything I asked it for. You've changed lots, Jimmy. I never thought you were so tall by two or three inches."
"Oh, I grew a bit after I was twenty."
"Doing well in New York, Jimmy?"
"Moderately. I have a position in one of the city departments. Come on, Bob; we'll go around to a place I know of, and have a good long talk about old times."
The two men started up the street, arm in arm. The man from the West, his egotism enlarged by success, was beginning to outline the history of his career. The other, submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest.
At the corner stood a drug store, brilliant with electric lights. When they came into this glare each of them turned simultaneously to gaze upon the other's face.
The man from the West stopped suddenly and released his arm.
"You're not Jimmy Wells," he snapped. "Twenty years is a long time, but not long enough to change a man's nose from a Roman to a pug."
"It sometimes changes a good man into a bad one, said the tall man. "You've been under arrest for ten minutes, 'Silky' Bob. Chicago thinks you may have dropped over our way and wires us she wants to have a chat with you. Going quietly, are you? That's sensible. Now, before we go on to the station here's a note I was asked to hand you. You may read it here at the window. It's from Patrolman Wells."
The man from the West unfolded the little piece of paper handed him. His hand was steady when he began to read, but it trembled a little by the time he had finished. The note was rather short.
~"Bob: I was at the appointed place on time. When you struck the match to light your cigar I saw it was the face of the man wanted in Chicago. Somehow I couldn't do it myself, so I went around and got a plain clothes man to do the job.
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A long time ago, cricket fighting caught on in the imperial court, with the emperor leading the fad. A local magistrate in Huayin, who wanted to win the favor of the monarch, tried in every way to get him the best fighting crickets. He had a strategy for doing so: He managed to get a cricket that was very good at fighting. He then made his subordinates go to the heads of each village and force them to send in a constant supply of fighting crickets. He would send to the imperial court the crickets that could beat the one he was keeping. Theoretically, everything should have worked smoothly. However, as the magistrate was extremely zealous to please the emperor, he meted out harsh punishment on any village heads who failed to accomplish their tasks. The village heads in turn shifted the burden to the poor villagers, who had to search for the crickets. If they failed to catch them, they had to purchase them from someone else, or they had to pay a levy in cash. The small insects suddenly became a rare commodity. Speculators hoarded good crickets, buying them at a bargain and selling them for an exorbitant price. Many village heads worked hand in hand with the speculators to make profits. In so doing, they bankrupted many a family. Cheng Ming was one such villager. The head of his village delegated part of his duties to him because he found Cheng Ming easy to push around. Cheng Ming did not want to bully his fellow villagers as the village head did him, so he often had to pay cash out of his own pocket when he failed to collect any competent crickets. Soon the little proper ties he had were draining away, and he went into a severe depression. One day, he said to his wife that he wanted to die.“Death is easy, but what will our son do without you?” asked his wife, glancing at their only son, sleeping on the kang. “Why can’t we look for the crickets ourselves instead of buying them? Perhaps we’ll strike some goodluck.” Cheng Ming gave up the idea of suicide and went to search for crickets. Armed with a tiny basket of copper wires for catching crickets and a number of small bamboo tubes for holding them, he went about the tedious task. Each day he got up at dawn and did not return until late in the evening. He searched beneath brick debris, dike crevices, and in the weeds and bushes. Days went by, and he caught only a few mediocre crickets that did not measure up to the magistrate’s standards. His worries increased as the dead line drew closer and closer. The day for cricket delivery finally came, but Cheng Ming could not produce any good ones. He was clubbed a hundred times on the buttocks, a form of corporal punishment in the ancient Chinese judicial system. When he was released the next day, he could barely walk. The wound on his buttocks confined him to bed for days and further delayed his search for crickets. He thought of committing suicide again. His wife did not know what to do
Then they heard about a hunchbacked fortune teller who was visiting the village. Cheng Ming’s wife went to see him. The fortune teller gave her a piece of paper with a picture on it. It was a pavilion with a jiashan (rockgarden) behind it. On the bushes by the jiashan sat a fat male cricket. Beside it, however, lurked a large toad, ready to catch the insect with its long, elastic tongue. When the wife got home, she showed the paper to her husband. Cheng Ming sprang up and jumped to the floor, forgetting the pain in his buttocks.“This is the fortune teller’s hint at the location where I can find a perfect cricket to accomplish my task!” he exclaimed.“But we don’t have a pavilion in our village,” his wife re minded him.“Well, take a closer look and think. Doesn’t the temple on the east side of our village have a rock garden? That must be it.” So saying, Cheng Ming limped to the temple with the support of a make shift crutch. Sure enough, he saw the cricket, and the toad squatting nearby in the rock garden at the back of the temple. He caught the big, black male cricket just before the toad got hold of it. Back home, he carefully placed the cricket in a jar he had prepared for it and stowed the jar away in a safe place. “Everything will be over tomorrow,” he gave a sigh of relief and went to tell his best friends in the village the good news. Cheng Ming’s nine-year-old son was very curious. Seeing his father was gone, he took the jar and wanted to have a peek at the cricket. He was removing the lid carefully, when the big cricket jumped out and hopped away. Panicked, the boy tried to catch the fleeing cricket with his hands, but in a flurry, he accidentally squashed the insect when he finally got hold of it.“Good heavens! What’re you going to say to your father when he comes back?” the mother said in distress and dread. Without a word, the boy went out of the room, tears in his eyes.Cheng Ming became distraught when he saw the dead cricket. He couldn’t believe that all his hopes had been dashed in a second. He looked around for his son, vowing to teach the little scoundrel a good lesson. He searched inside and outside the house, only to locate him in a well at the corner of the court yard. When he fished him out, the boy was already dead. The father’s fury instantly gave way to sorrow. The grieved parents laid their son on the kang and lamented over his body the entire night. As Cheng Ming was dressing his son for burial the next morning, he felt the body still warm. Immediately he put the boy back on the kang, hoping that he would revive. Gradually the boy came back to life, but to his parents’dismay, he was unconscious, as if he were in a trance. The parents grieved again for the loss of their son. Suddenly they heard a cricket chirping. The couple traced the sound to a small cricket on the door step. The appearance of the cricket, however, dashed their hopes, for it was very small. “Well, it’s better than nothing,” Cheng Ming thought. He was about to catch it, when it jumped nimbly on to a wall, cheeping at him. He tip toed to ward it, but it showed no sign of fleeing. Instead, when Cheng Ming came a few steps closer, the little cricket jumped onto his chest.
Though small, the cricket looked smart and energetic. Cheng Ming planned to take it to the village head. Uncertain of its capabilities, ChengMing could not go to sleep. He wanted to put the little cricket to the test before sending it to the village head. The next morning, Cheng Ming went to a young man from a rich family in his neighborhood, having heard him boasting about an “invincible” cricket that he wanted to sell for a high price. When the young man showed his cricket, Cheng Ming hesitated, because his little cricket seemed no match for this gigantic insect. To fight this monster would be to condemn his dwarf to death.“There’s no way my little cricket could survive a confrontation with your big guy,” Cheng Ming said to the young man, holding his jar tight. The young man goaded and taunted him. At last, Cheng Ming decided to take a risk. “Well, it won’t hurt to give a try. If the little cricket is a good-for-nothing, what’s the use of keeping it anyway?” he thought. When they put the two crickets together in a jar, Cheng Ming’s small insect seemed transfixed. No matter how the young man prodded it to fight, it simply would not budge. The young man burst into a guffaw, to the great embarrassment of Cheng Ming. As the young man spurred the little cricket on, it suddenly seemed to have run out of patience. With great wrath, it charged the giant opponent head on. The sudden burst of action stunned both the young man and Cheng Ming. Before the little creature planted its small but sharp teeth into the neck of the big cricket, the terrified young man fished the big insect out of the jar just in time and called off the contest. The little cricket chirped victoriously, and Cheng Ming felt exceedingly happy and proud.Cheng Ming and the young man were commenting on the little cricket’s extraordinary prowess, when a big rooster rushed over to peck at the little cricket in the jar. The little cricket hopped out of the jar in time to dodge the attack. The rooster then went for it a second time, but suddenly began to shake its head violently, screaming in agony. This sudden turn of events baffled Cheng Ming and the onlookers. When they took a closer look, they could not believe their eyes: The little cricket was gnawing on the rooster’s bloody comb. The story of a cricket fighting a rooster soon spread throughout the village and beyond. The next day, Cheng Ming, along with the village head, sent the cricket to the magistrate and asked for a test fight with his master cricket, but the magistrate re fused on the ground that Cheng Ming’s cricket was too small.“I don’t think you have heard its rooster-fighting story,” Cheng Ming proclaimed with great pride. “You can’t judge it only by its appearance.”“Nonsense, how can a cricket fight a rooster?” asked the magistrate. He ordered a big rooster brought to his office, thinking that Cheng Ming would quit telling his tall tales when his cricket became the bird’s snack. The battle between the little cricket and the rooster ended with the same result: The rooster sped away in great pain, the little cricket chirping triumphantly on its heels.
The magistrate was first astonished and then pleased, thinking that he finally had the very insect that could win him the emperor’s favor. He had a golden cage manufactured for the little cricket. Placing it cautiously in the cage, he took it to the emperor. The emperor pitted the little cricket against all his veteran combat ant crickets, and it defeated them one by one. What amused the emperor most was that the little creature could even dance to the tune of his court music! Extremely pleased with the magic little creature, the emperor rewarded the magistrate liberally and promoted him to a higher position. The magistrate, now a governor, in turn exempted Cheng Ming from his levies in cash as well as crickets. A year later, Cheng Ming’s son came out of his stupor. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, to the great surprise and joy of his parents. The first word she uttered to his jubilant parents were, “I’m so tired and hungry.” After a hot meal, he told them, “I dreamed that I had become a cricket, and I fought a lot of other crickets. It was such fun! You know what? The greatest fun I had was my fight with a couple of roosters!”
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I Have Begrudged the Years by Angela Manalang-Gloria
One of my favourites by her.
I Have Begrudged the Years
Perhaps the years will get me after all,
Though I have sought to cheat them of their due
By documenting in beauty’s name my soul
And locking out of sight my revenue
Of golden rapture and of sterling tears,
Let others give to Caesar Caesar’s own:
I have begrudged the dictatorial years
The right usurious to tax me to the bone,
Therefore behold me now, a Timon bent
On hoarding each coin of love that should be spent
On you and you, and hushing all display
Of passionate splendour lest I betray
My wealth, lest the sharp years in tithes retrieve
Even the heart not worn upon my sleeve.
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