Quiet Please - Valentine

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The American broadcasting company presents Quietly, which is written and directed by Willis Cooper,

and which features Ernest Campbell. Quietly, for the day is called Valentine's.

The Little Towns. I never see them anymore.

Peking, Sullivan, Bloomington, Galesburg, Lewiston.

While the Little Towns were both a river with a cobblestone going down to the steamboat lending.

The Little Towns under the hills and the shocks of corn standing lowly in snow covered.

Like the teapies of all shabowness people, the good Indians that saved the many white men's lives in the old days.

There's a red brick Baptist church, I remember.

And the courthouse with tall limestone pillars.

The portico that looks like a de-refutable ancient Greek temple.

And I can only think of them and remember them.

For I never go far away from here.

It is restful here, and I think I have earned rest.

I have come along, Jenny, my work was finished long ago.

So I rest.

And sometimes, in the night, I walk for a while and remember.

The Old House down on State Street is almost unchanged.

To hang the time is tested lightly.

And it's a comforting thing to go there at night and sit alone.

And remember.

And always, this time of the year, I remember that the whole time.

So long ago.

The Little House is along the road in the middle of the evening that goes down to the sanguine.

And now, in early February, the ground is soft and damp with a melting snow.

And the watery sun shines down on the eager young trees.

And there's a promise of spring when the first February falls.

And the fog is stirring deep in the cold mud under the spongier.

And the ghosts and the old graveyard smile at the first of the fewer signs of spring.

I remember the mean Little House is.

The storm first on.

And the drafty houses where the people lived.

And I remember the muddy road up to Vendere.

And the high-wheeled buggy is mired down in the low places.

And the long flat roads across the prairie, where the grass grew from horizon to horizon.

And the glows of trees were small, genial islands and a sea of underrated ingredients.

I hear her voice in the night time.

And it is a far, far town, so I wake and hear it from many, many times.

I have many bitter memories and a few happy ones.

I wonder what the world would think of the memories that come most often to haunt me among the echoing carters under the ancient oak.

A dream of battles they think.

A dream of a victory won.

And the acclaim of man.

Do they think I've forgotten the wrong sweet day with my young manhood?

And the first almost forgotten love that once I knew.

And cherished.

Do they think I have forgotten the grief?

The loneliness?

What is fair?

The first of my.

Oh, so many songs.

The Valentine still exists that is still to be seen and touched.

And if you ever look upon it, I hope you will remember me.

For only I remember her.

Remember me.

And shedded to hear perhaps.

For lost nothing.

I was gone away from there.

They set me away.

And I was a little proud in my new clothes and with my priceless books on the desk beside me.

From the grave speeches I should make were fermenting in my mind and crowding out all thoughts.

He's in process.

A boy of twenty-five sitting in the general assembly speaking greatly of laws and the affairs of the people.

And not commemorating my own.

And back at home, a girl, glowing for an absent lover.

Remembering promises and waiting and waiting.

And waiting.

You're in the store of a dark January morning.

I haven't had any words from him for ever so long, but he's a busy.

And they take so much of the time you know.

Maybe there'll be a letter tomorrow.

Jack Armstrong had a letter from me last week, Danny.

He wasn't too busy to write to Jack.

Oh.

Well, the Armstrong's was all the same, you know.

You were saying the same thing if you don't write to him.

Well, the pretty girl is now there in Van Daley.

I hear herself.

I was never a girl in Van Daley to make me turn my solemn head.

I was full of the thrill of helping to make the laws that my people were to live by.

When I was fascinated by the strutting politicians in their tall hats,

that I made great arguments with them in the long tabernights.

And I put off the letters till tomorrow.

And tomorrow and tomorrow.

I expect the letter any day now.

Or maybe you'll be coming home again soon.

It gives you the look and a round of little Annie for yourself.

It may be you might have been here to miss me.

Oh, no, and Hannah.

You could never do that to me.

Well, as you hope you age, Danny.

You just keep up your spirits and then day will come.

And day will come, I always say.

Have you ever wrote him another?

Why, I write him nearly every day.

I'll be hearing for him any day.

Just like you said.

Tomorrow I write.

I say it.

Tomorrow.

And I sat in my lonely room.

And I remembered the hillside of us from the time.

From the haze of the heat lying heavy on the low hills beyond the curves of the Sangaman.

I remember the hand and mind as we sat on the hillside above the town.

And the homesick song of its accaters in the orchard.

And the reluctant western sun.

I remembered what I had said to her on that long summer afternoon.

And alone in my mean little room.

I wept to remember.

But I did not write.

And today, after all the years,

I weep again.

Remember?

He'll be coming back.

He'll be coming back for his birthday.

Hurry.

For the session is over now.

And he'll be coming back for the Imperial Italian horse.

And there is no thing that will hold him back for me.

I know he'll be back home for his birthday.

The gavel fell in the booming voiceboat.

I do now declare this general assembly adjourned.

And I took horse from home.

For now my heart was heavy with doubt.

For I remembered my long silence.

And my mind now wrestles with darkest premonitions.

What would my home come in be after those long nights of silence?

Yes, I will, please.

Must you ask.

Can you remember back to the days when you were 25?

Can you remember what little things can make a lover's reuniting?

What break it?

Can you remember the little tenderness

the referee had loved and might bring to his dear one?

The small thoughtfulness, the simple humble thing that says

I have not forgotten.

And it brings a happy smile at banishes,

gout and wipes away the memory of unwritten words and...

Why?

I remember it.

I remember the present saint,

the patron of all of us who loved.

I remembered paper hearts,

and poetry to verse,

and ribbons and lace.

And in the pouring rain I lifted up my head and said,

by thank you, Saint Valentine.

And the morning came and I was home,

and my horse was tied up at the hitching post.

And I strode into the store,

all muddy and triumphed.

Well, hey!

Hi, Harry!

Oh, Jack, please!

I thought you was never coming back.

I didn't know a mighty long time to make it,

but I got here.

Hi!

I'm Simon Frogs, Harry.

Hey!

You look as if you drove down there in Van Daling.

How old was this, if I drove down?

No, I don't.

Got it.

Please, be aware,

and I still can't.

Well, not me.

So, say, have you seen Ann this morning office?

And not since yesterday.

No?

The holiday.

Kind of peak of days.

Sick?

No.

Just on the count of you not writing any letters to her.

I'm sorry about that.

You better be.

Well, how's everything around home office?

Mm-hmm.

Miss you?

I miss you all.

How's business?

Well, you get by.

Has your breakfast yet?

No, I just got here.

I can just breakfast later.

Well, look.

Jack, I want something.

If you don't see for it, ask for it.

Well, how's it like down there in the city anyway?

Like people, right?

I'd say what I want.

Oh, sure.

A lot of women?

Mm-hmm.

You don't like to hear about Van Daling?

I've never been out of this place since it come here.

Well, I'll tell you about it one of these reasons, Jack.

Well, I want it.

You don't want to hear about it.

Now, what was it you wanted all of a sudden?

Well, I...

I only wanted the day before Valentine's Day.

What is it?

I've been out.

Hey, why don't you love her and have it?

Well, I'd be there.

How's it not about Van Daling?

Well, I'd be there.

You don't leave me too soon.

Oh, no.

Oh, well.

I still am sick because you got back home.

Please, too.

Huh.

Well, maybe I'll invite folks down there.

They'd just forget your own people.

I'm never going to forget my people have had us.

Pretty nice without Annie, didn't you?

I guess I didn't write very often.

Never really at all.

Well, I...

Well, I...

I was busy.

Oh, man, huh?

What's your pleasure this morning?

I want a couple of girls along, sweetly, Jack.

Couple of girls?

He gets them out of the team, you hear me?

Never knew Van had us.

Well, what's the matter with you?

Well, I'll see you, Jack.

I don't know if you had had a deal behind us.

But I have to...

Oh, take your time, boy.

I caught all these.

What do you want?

I...

I want to valentine.

In government.

You have...

Who's it for?

Who's it for?

Who's it for?

Who's it for?

Well, in government.

You had some last year.

I was last year.

This...

I remember.

I remember you had one last.

Oh, was it?

There was one.

And it was so dear.

Nobody is buying it.

Remember?

Are you sure, Angela?

Oh, let me see.

Sixty cents you wanted for it.

Oh, yeah.

I can't remember.

You lost it up in brown paper.

And you have put it up there on top of the shelf.

I want some dry peaches.

I will never get this clean.

It's yours.

There.

Let me see.

One more thing is up here on the shelf.

Oh, that's it.

That's it.

You got it.

Now the dogs.

Those are the red, violet, and blue.

I...

You lost it too.

That's it.

Well, yes.

That's it.

Good to hear you.

It's yours.

The lace is yours.

Well, I could not go to a free sense on a cowl about it.

Free sense.

You'll knock off ten cents.

That's last year and the five cents.

Four.

Four.

Four.

Four.

Four.

Four.

Well, I could knock off free sense on a cowl about it.

Three cents.

You'll knock off ten cents.

That's last year.

And the five cents.

Four.

Oh.

And he loves him.

That's just a thing I'd have isn't it.

Oh, I see a guest.

Huh.

What?

Huh?

Who cried?

He cried!

What were you guys going to want to know?

Oh!

He's coming up to my room.

Ask a bad one as comments.

When?

Where to?

Behind the shelves so we can start the store.

Now we can override.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Who forces that tie up, is that?

What?

The nurse.

Come on, I'll handle it.

Who's the guy?

Well, who's the guy?

The nurse.

Is there somebody on the left?

Of course, I was.

I was hoping to get back with her first, but yes,

somebody did it.

And I must have tried to and I won't talk.

Oh, Jack.

A Valentine, is it?

Yes.

Valentine.

A Valentine.

I was hoping it had one.

Oh, I'm so glad.

Well, I don't exactly like to study that one.

He's poor.

Well, he won't mind.

How much is it, Jack?

Sixth is it.

Well, I was able to keep it.

Okay.

That's four.

Well, the only one I've got.

I just got to have a Jack.

It's last year.

It's the only one I've got.

May I have a Jack?

Well, 60 cents, you said.

I'll give you 65.

Well, 60 cents, that old record Valentine to this girl.

Oh, and Hannah, I must have it.

I didn't get a thing for the first day of me.

I just hope that I'll be able to get him a Valentine.

And it'd be a kind of first day, because he too.

Well.

And I have it, Jack.

What'd you say, Hannah?

Don't try to put it under me.

You're here.

Please, Jack.

All right.

I won't be there.

Say hello to my Jack.

Oh, thanks, and Hannah.

You'll be surprised with it, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I really have to get it for him, Jack,

because I kind of expect you'll bring me one for Vandania.

You do?

I hope so.

Oh, they must have wonderful ones in the big store down in Vandania.

Right.

What a silly, what a beautiful thing.

Didn't you get Valentine's when you were a girl at her?

Last year, it was so long.

I never remember it.

It was much, really.

But you liked it.

You don't want to ride on to what I am.

Right.

Mm-hmm.

Right, right.

Why?

You took on the right down the cliff.

And why, he knows it, Hannah.

And I know it.

And the whole world knows it.

Most I write it down.

And the days and many in the nights are long since that 13th of February

in a little store on the time of the river.

And I have seen many places,

the little towns and the mighty ones,

cities happy and jubilant,

cities for law and grief-stricken.

And I have known hope and gladness and exaltation in my time

as well as tears and sadness.

But never in all my years have I felt the gladness

the super overwhelming joy of that moment when I heard

the words of this girl I bought.

And thus today,

my grief is the greater.

She walked out of the store, and I remember I was 25.

I was crushed with disappointment.

The bound time, you say.

That was a priceless gift I had in mind that morning.

The irony of it she had smashed my own gift,

I'm going to give it to me.

And I was returning,

repented to her,

but empty handed.

And the laughter and laughter had gone strong

and nothing at all to the strange,

my disappointment and my unhappyness.

And I followed her out of the store at a little distance.

Followed her up the ravine,

and up the hillside,

till she came to the old Christian place.

I think it is very much the same today,

as it was then,

in the time when I came to her,

empty handed,

after a long, empty month.

And when she came to the place,

she turned,

and she held out of line.

I knew it would be useful.

I knew it,

and I wouldn't turn in luck

if I wanted to see you face,

up here on the hillside.

And,

down.

Down.

You've been gone so long.

And I never loved to you.

But you told her of me.

I thought of you.

I thought of you.

Every single minute I've been gone.

I know.

I know.

I know.

You've changed.

No.

You have changed.

You've changed.

You've changed.

You've changed.

You've changed.

I'm older.

Oh, you're still.

Yes.

I was 25.

I'm getting old.

Oh, no.

Oh, then forget.

No. You're not.

You were busy.

I got a birthday present for you.

The last one that Mr. Arthur was in the store.

I know.

You know?

I was going to get it for you.

Oh, well, I don't need a Valentine, really.

What?

I mean, but tell me a lot of me.

That'll be my Valentine.

Remember?

I love, I love my love, and while she knows, I love the grass where on she goes.

If she honest, no more I see, my life will quickly leave me.

Cut down and down and get it right, I was too afraid.

I could have never forget you, right?

Never, never, never.

That's long as I live, and forever.

And?

Who will be so happy?

Who?

We're going live in Band-Aid.

And then it'll come when you go to a new state house in Springfield, and I'll be a congressman's

wife, and we're going live in Washington.

And you'll go with me?

You'll be my star that I'll follow.

And you'll be a great man.

Well, I couldn't be president.

Yes, darling, do be president.

And then in after years, I'll build a great high monument to you, and everybody will say

he was the greatest president that ever won.

And it'll all be due to you.

Not him, president.

No.

I...

I'd lay the riches of all the world that you feed on.

But...

It didn't bring me a Valentine.

What?

What can I do?

What?

I'm so sorry.

I love you.

Valentine, I know Valentine is always and always and always.

Always, and always.

And we'll always be together.

We'll be apart from each other again.

Never.

Never.

Yes.

Oh, Holy.

I'm so cold, son.

Not just the cloud over the tunnel.

Oh, Holy.

Always hold me.

Always.

I know it.

You'll be a great, great man, darling.

Will you, beside me, my will?

But...

I'll die.

Don't say that.

Just me again.

And we sat for a long, long time in a sudden chill of the afternoon.

And we were so in love.

They had an eye.

And we spoke no word for the longest time.

Only sat there, dreamed of the future.

The rosy future?

You're nothing but happiness.

Happiness.

Happiness.

Happiness.

And we'll be married as soon as you finish school.

Nobody will ever be as happy as we will be.

I mean...

It's...

I die.

No.

Don't say that.

If I die,

will you go on the way with us going together?

You must.

You will watch us for me.

For me.

For yes.

You're not going to die.

But...

Of course not.

I was just keeping you.

Don't.

I love you so.

And I love you.

And I love you wherever you go.

You're in a little town, in a big town.

You'll be a congressman.

And...

You love me.

I'll be...

Everything that I love you.

And you...

You felt...

Now in time, talk.

Then...

I'm sorry, dear.

Wait.

You asked if it's just now in time, talk.

You remember last summer when we sat up here together.

So many times.

I'm very special time now.

But...

I remember.

It was a hot, hot day.

And the heat haze was on the hills.

And the sun turned red.

Do you remember the stone?

Stone.

I remember.

Wait, wait.

I know where it is.

I put it in the crotch of that old apple tree.

Right there.

I get it.

That's your father's father.

Do you remember?

I remember.

My father?

Look.

We left summer.

Here's your talent, time and only.

I remember.

But you can't have done it.

But...

We did together.

Shelby.

And...

Always remember it.

On the spot.

In the middle of the line.

On the drive for 1833.

And on the edge.

In the middle of the winking.

Where does it go?

And the cold winds howl tonight in Oak Ridge.

Around the tall monument.

It lead to cuts the outlines of a little mound.

And the graveyard above the sanctum.

And only the stone.

The stone valentine remains to testify to our love.

The title of today's quiet, please story is valentine.

It was written and directed by Willis Cooper.

The man who spoke to you was Ernest Chappell.

Others in today's chat were Anne Seymour, who played Anne.

Off it was played by Jack Arthur.

And Hannah, slightly all of that here.

As usual, music for quiet, please, is played by all of it.

Now I'll put a word about it next week.

I've got a good friend and I'll write a director, Willis Cooper.

The title of my next week's story is the question that...

I've been asked at least 10 times every day.

Why do you get your idea?

Listen, maybe I'll tell you.

Anne, so until next week of the same time,

the answer to you will prepare you a question.

I am quietly yours, Fritz Chappell.

Now, a listening reminder.

Stay tuned for Drew Pearson.

This is ADC, the American Broadcasting Company.