December 27, 2024 • 31 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:04):
Quiet Please, Quiet Please, m.
Speaker 2 (00:22):
M M.
Speaker 3 (00:35):
Quiet Please. Dot Org presents Quiet Please, which is written
and directed by Willis Cooper and which features Paul Nero.
Quiet Please for Tonight is called the Gothic tale. H
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Listen to the sound of the sea, the sound of
the sea, the surf, the ceaseless, measured sound of the seed.
I have heard the voices of the oceans of the
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world on a shingle parton against the frowning heights of
Points Sir, on the long, hot beaches of Hawaii, and
the cold, foggy reaches a battue. And again I've heard
the seas that lashed the shores of Okinawa and Quadline,
their thunder, a tiny sound under the sound of battle.
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But the sound of the sea at Waynini is the
sound of them all that I can never forget, so
sure I will never hear it again, as I did
those love days so long ago. O where the salt
grass crew and the hollows for dunes, there is concrete
and great steel buildings. Where the house was there was
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a confusion of men and machines and echoing high walls
in the wet sand that green darkly. For so many
lonely lovely miles. It is far below the white concrete
roads and massive buildings, and the ghosts lived in white
as their homes in vain. Still the rocky islands, green
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Manicappa and Hackles, Santa Cruz and little nameless ones. Still
they gaze those into mainland, and the bones of Wan
Rodriguez Creo, dressed and hard, one piece, somewhere between the
wind and water and the seagulls screening wheel above the
place that was once a desolation but is not a city.
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Those who warned for the lost windy loniness Whini where
it's gone and finished utterly. Great ships snudged the piers
where the griefs of the city turns the elephants for it.
So long, So long now, Don and I wondered about
the dunes for many a sunny day, many a sunset
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sawus and shelter wearily enough that summer Don with the
season one paint box high, with my camera on all.
But that was the summer of WAINI is a subject
of our petures, and there were many, And this is
the tale, suppose of what we pictured in Don Mine,
in our blankets. Beside our battered car entered the broken
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road the cold night, we lay and watched the high
stars wheel above us, Mighty Ryan and the pears, and
this mysterious arch, the milky Way. The sound of the
surf was always behind our low voices, and so we
spoke with many things.
Speaker 4 (04:01):
It was like this a thousand.
Speaker 3 (04:03):
Years ago, the sea and the sand and the stars
and nothing else.
Speaker 4 (04:12):
They called this the safe place the old Indians did.
Speaker 3 (04:17):
It's very peaceful.
Speaker 4 (04:19):
Have you ever been here in the storm time when
the waves run in like horses with great white manes,
and leap high in the air to crash down furious
on the sand, so that it shakes the very world.
Speaker 3 (04:32):
I have seen them. My people have always thought of
the storm waves as forces of the scene.
Speaker 4 (04:38):
Your people are Fay black Mine.
Speaker 3 (04:42):
If you mean where dreams live, that is right.
Speaker 4 (04:45):
There's a place that my people speak about, the old ones,
a place where there's never death, and those who come
upon the place live forever. I think it must be
a place like this SWAYANIMI.
Speaker 3 (04:59):
It would be a very lonely place.
Speaker 4 (05:04):
It's so, they say. It's beside the everlasting sea, somewhere,
not the bleak sea of my people's country, with a
barren rocks and the dreary kelt to tangle your feet
and draw you down at the cold bottom of it.
Speaker 3 (05:19):
This could be that place.
Speaker 4 (05:22):
It could be that it's lonesome enough. Yeah, there's a
feeling of others here beside us, others not of this world,
but from the distant past, waiting and watching us from
outside the little circle of our firelight.
Speaker 3 (05:41):
Come to a fireside, Are there rue's in the cold dark?
Come sit with us for the warmth of the fire.
Speaker 4 (05:48):
That was not well advised, Gonna.
Speaker 3 (05:51):
Do you believe the tales you've heard?
Speaker 4 (05:53):
Then I could not tell you the many things I
believe the many, many things.
Speaker 3 (06:00):
Are you afraid of the other ones?
Speaker 4 (06:02):
Then I'm afraid of nothing, mortal of spirits.
Speaker 3 (06:08):
If you gain seeing my welcome to the ones beyond
the firelight.
Speaker 4 (06:11):
If they are evil?
Speaker 3 (06:13):
Can they be evil? If this place be the never
never land you'll people speak of.
Speaker 4 (06:19):
A man may lose his immortal soul in trafficking with
unknown things.
Speaker 3 (06:23):
Gonna, But also a man might find everlasting happiness where
there must be love and the hearts of these others
as well as looking in him.
Speaker 4 (06:33):
It is known that a few good people found their
way to the timeless, deathless land a safe place.
Speaker 3 (06:41):
Is poy Amy a safe place?
Speaker 4 (06:44):
Could it be sod On, It could be now in
the night?
Speaker 3 (06:52):
Listen, what is it? In the sound of the sea,
there was something more a voice.
Speaker 4 (07:00):
Listen, a voice that you heard, the voice of one
of the others that you called to us.
Speaker 3 (07:10):
Looked to the sea.
Speaker 4 (07:12):
There is nothing, a white pin of darkness. Will you
go to see?
Speaker 3 (07:18):
Come with me? And we rose from our blankets and
stood a moment shivering in the keen little wind of
the night. And Don caught up a branch from the
fire for a torch, and together we walked down to
the place where the sand met the water. And there
was nothing, no white figure in the boiling surf, no
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person in that place save us two. But as we
turned to go back to our little fire, Don raised his.
Speaker 4 (07:47):
Torch high and he called to me, come here.
Speaker 3 (07:52):
I came to his side. He stretched out his hand
to the smoothness of beach beside him, and on the
wet sand were footprints there, footprints and sand, and the
footprints came up out of the sea. In the flickering
red glow from the torch. We traced these footprints, so
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that now there were three SATs dons and mine, and
these of the outsider, and the trace went straight up
to the edge of the glow from our fire, and
there we saw a deeper prince where she had stood
before we knew it was a woman. The prince were
tiny and delicate in the rough sand where she had
stood and perhaps listened to our talk. And then the
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footprints moved away again, and when we followed them we
found they had returned to the sea. And that was
all that night, For though we sat sleepless and silent
until the sun rising behind the dunes warmed our backs
in the morning, there was no sound nor no sight
of another at why Amy that night. But then it
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was day, and it was dawn who must go away
to the city, for we, the two of us, were poor,
and there was work to be done to pay for
our long days on the sands of Nini. Walked alone
with my camera south along the beach, pausing to make
a picture of a white tree branch tossed ashore by
the restless waves, pausing to scan the horizon seaward and landward,
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and there was never a soul to see. So I
found the house, the little hot the little black house,
on the strand. I had not seen it before. It
was hidden in a little fold of the dunes, and
I came upon it unawares. She was standing the doorway,
looking out to the sea, and my heart gave a
great leap at the sight of her, and I raised
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my camera and I had the picture before she turned
and saw me. Who are you?
Speaker 5 (09:53):
I was hoping that you should find this place.
Speaker 3 (09:56):
I have heard your voice, and I have seen your and.
Speaker 5 (10:01):
The firelight with another Who are you?
Speaker 2 (10:05):
I am Dolores.
Speaker 3 (10:06):
I am called Tuna Guna.
Speaker 2 (10:10):
It is a strange name.
Speaker 3 (10:12):
My people are from the Northland. My people were Viking terrors.
Speaker 5 (10:16):
They were people of the sea like mine.
Speaker 3 (10:19):
They sailed the rail road in their high, proud whips,
and they conquered many peoples.
Speaker 5 (10:24):
My people found a new world. Well, then, welcome, son
of sea bearers. For I have waited long for you.
Speaker 3 (10:34):
I do not know you. How could you wait for
me that you do not know? Who are you?
Speaker 5 (10:40):
I am Dolores, And I asked you straight, without evasion,
Tell me whould you love me?
Speaker 3 (10:49):
Gunar? I think when I first heard your voice.
Speaker 5 (10:55):
You are slow of speech, Buda, are all of your
people slow of speech?
Speaker 2 (11:02):
Slow to love?
Speaker 3 (11:04):
It? Is only that I cannot find words to pick
my answer to you.
Speaker 5 (11:08):
Tell me, truly, tell me straightly, whould you love me?
Speaker 3 (11:12):
Bunar, I could love you more than as do any
mortal woman, Dwars. Even though my eyes see you this
moment for the first time.
Speaker 5 (11:22):
Then I have not waited out these years in vain, Bunar, No,
do not touch me. The time will come. Now I
must go from you for a little while, but say
again that you love me, Guna, for I love you.
Speaker 3 (11:43):
And her words to me were the sweetest sounds that
I have ever heard of the sun though, and I
took a step forward to take her in my arms.
For suddenly I knew that my first love of all
my life had come to me, and that should be
with me always. Then a little out came from nowhere
in the sky above us, and its shadow fell upon
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us too, as Doloris turned away from me and walked
slowly down to the sea. And try as I might,
I could not follow. And I closed my eyes for
a little home. And when I opened them again, I
was alone beside my mother's house, a little black hut
on shore. And in the evening dawn came again, and
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I let him the little house, and we made a
little drift wood fire, and we ate the provisions that
it brought. And then I quickly came down upon us,
and I said to don Don, I saw her today,
I wondered, I saw her at this house.
Speaker 4 (12:44):
There was no daydream.
Speaker 3 (12:46):
No, I saw her, and I heard her voice.
Speaker 4 (12:50):
In the light of day.
Speaker 3 (12:52):
In the light of day, I saw Deloris and spoke
to her, and she to me, Dolores, she loves me,
she said, she loves me.
Speaker 4 (13:02):
And you, what did you say to her?
Speaker 3 (13:05):
Why? I said, I love her?
Speaker 4 (13:09):
I warned you last night under the stars. Gonna warned me.
There is many a tale of those who invite the
outsiders to come and sit with them. As I have
told you, there is lore that one who pipes his
love to one of the outsiders is in danger of destruction.
Speaker 3 (13:26):
I love her.
Speaker 4 (13:27):
Does man fall in love so sudden?
Speaker 3 (13:30):
There never was such a thing. Don I love her?
Speaker 4 (13:34):
You touched her? No, she went away away, then.
Speaker 3 (13:40):
Back into the sea. There was a little cloud over
her heads.
Speaker 4 (13:44):
Well then, what, well, then you dreamed in the sunshine. No, sure,
you dreamed in the sunshine, and in your dream you
remember the footprints that led down to the sea, and
it was all a dream. Gonna sleep, Gunner, and you'll
dream of her again. I told you the tale the
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time Less Land, and you dreamed.
Speaker 3 (14:09):
Was it a dream last night? No? Why, I have
proof that I saw her gone. I remember done. I
made a picture of her standing in this very doorway.
Speaker 4 (14:21):
Show me the picture, and I'll believe it was no dream.
Speaker 3 (14:23):
Then, and I took my little tanks in my camera,
and I mixed my powders with some part of our
drinking water and insided a little hot, and I sat
in the door and developed like the film from the camera.
Wells Don smoked a piece outside of the bill, and
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when the task was done, I took the film outside
to him and I said, here, here's the proof. So
Don took up his flashlight and he scanned the film
for blessly. Here, I said, here's the picture of the house, DC.
And he looked at the wet, snaky film, very very narrowly,
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and then he handed it back carefully.
Speaker 4 (15:08):
Here look for yourself.
Speaker 3 (15:10):
And I held up the flashlight and I looked long
and narrowly, and there was the little house, as clear
as ever was, And it was the only picture I
had made of it. On all the long roll of film,
and it was clear and sharp and recognizable. But if Dolores,
who had stood there in the doorway, there was no sign.
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And I spoke no more of the matter to Dawn,
my friend. But my dreams were strange, beyond belief. I
saw a great chip Pickalligan and his truck, and instant
of bread and gold, and I heard the deep sound
of drums and the chanting of a multitude of voices,
and ever the waves dashed high before me, and somewhere
there was a woman's cry, and going from across the water.
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But I spoke no more of the matter to Dawn
and went away again. And I was alone, in my
alone and sleepless for many a long hour till I
heard the wind price and a voice spoke to me
in the heavy, cold darkness, and it was dolorous.
Speaker 5 (16:13):
I am calling again to you, Gunna, my beloved.
Speaker 3 (16:16):
You were dolorous, and I come from the sea.
Speaker 5 (16:19):
I am Dolores, come to my beloved from the sea
in the night.
Speaker 3 (16:25):
It was no dream, No, it was no dream.
Speaker 5 (16:29):
Beloved, touch my hand, Dolorus, I may not, nor may
you touch me.
Speaker 3 (16:37):
It is because you are a spirit, not a living woman.
It is so, I have no fear of you.
Speaker 5 (16:45):
Why should you fear me? Since I love you?
Speaker 3 (16:48):
Gunna Tom told me to beware of you. I love you,
and I have told you I love you. Yet how
shall we what is to become of our love?
Speaker 4 (17:00):
Me?
Speaker 3 (17:00):
The spirit of a mortal? Will you say that to me?
Speaker 5 (17:03):
To Laris, I will say that mortals have souls that
are immortal?
Speaker 3 (17:10):
Must I die then with you forever?
Speaker 5 (17:15):
I am Dolores Maria de las nievees Acosta I Cabrio.
My mother brought me from Estre Madura in Spain to
the land of Mexico so many years ago, that we
too might be with my father, who was Don Juan
Rodriguez Cabrio, who men called the Little Goat, and he
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was a famous captain of the seas.
Speaker 3 (17:40):
Your father is dead.
Speaker 5 (17:43):
He lies in a forgotten grave beside the harbor of
the island called Los Possession.
Speaker 3 (17:49):
Out there I know of the Lost Possession. There is
a Coppa Santa Cruz, San Dirigeol.
Speaker 5 (17:58):
No matter doubtly they have changed its name. I will
tell you one Roderiguez Cabrio is dead these many years,
and I, his daughter, have watched over his grave. He
died that January morning in the cold rain, and we
put into Los possession, and there they buried him, and
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they sailed away again back to Jalisco. I Hallisco kes Bonita,
and I shall never see Helisco again, for I must
stay in the land of Juai Nimi, the safe place,
the timeless place.
Speaker 3 (18:40):
Forever he lived on the island.
Speaker 5 (18:43):
And see, for I would not leave my father's grave.
My mother, she died before we set out for the
land of California. And there is none who remembers me
in Jalisco. Thus I am by to this place.
Speaker 3 (19:01):
It has been a long time, Lorius, and you have
found none to love you.
Speaker 5 (19:07):
It was the third day of the new year, the
new year, the year fifteen forty two. And now unto
four hundred years have I lived on that bleak island.
Speaker 2 (19:27):
Lived I have been there.
Speaker 5 (19:31):
Let us not say I lived yet until two nights ago.
I have never come upon any man, living or dead,
whom I could love. Only you, only you, you, Gunna
yeteam Gunna.
Speaker 2 (19:49):
I love you forever.
Speaker 3 (19:51):
I love you, Dolorus beyond the saying of it. But
what shall I do?
Speaker 5 (19:57):
Tell me go not from here here ever, Gunnar, Stay
in this who I need me, and I shall come
to your side whenever you call me.
Speaker 3 (20:08):
Must I be enchanted to this place? Always? No?
Speaker 2 (20:14):
I am reasonable.
Speaker 5 (20:16):
I know men must labor for their bread, they must
go to fight in the wars, they must do others bidding,
go where others send them. I remember I was a
woman I lived. I know, go as you must go, Gunnar. Go,
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but always come back to Hawa. II need me, for
here I am Gunnar, and.
Speaker 2 (20:43):
Here I must stay.
Speaker 5 (20:45):
Thus you must come back always I will come back.
Speaker 2 (20:50):
Never forget, Gunnar.
Speaker 3 (20:52):
How shall I forget? It is a very sharp horned dilemma.
It is a very strange thing. How shall I know
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that it is not a dream indeed? Or if it is,
then I love a dream. And if it be reality,
then must I die to win my love? For she
is spirit and I am flesh. And how shall it
too wed? How shall I know that this is not
a dream, a disorder of the mind, a sickness? For
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I love this woman, this wraith, this daughter of an
HC captain, Whether she dwells alone on a rock island
or exists only in my brain.
Speaker 5 (21:46):
Proof of my love, proof that I exist, proof that
I am here, that I remain here, awaiting only you. Here, Gunna,
my lover.
Speaker 2 (21:59):
Here is proof.
Speaker 5 (22:00):
Look upon these my pearls in the light of day,
and know that thy Dolores loves thee.
Speaker 3 (22:09):
And so I raised my eyes, and Jee's gone. But
before me, on the roof table, haunted hut by the sea,
lay this string of fair, lovely pearls, and on the
clasps and graves the name Dolorus. So it seems to
me that I did not dream.
Speaker 2 (22:28):
You did not dream, Gunna, And I love you.
Speaker 3 (22:33):
I love Dolorus dead these four hundred years.
Speaker 4 (22:42):
They are very real pearls, Gunna, and priceless, priceless.
Speaker 3 (22:50):
Tell me don speak to me out of your wisdom
for your fee. Also tell me what to do.
Speaker 4 (22:57):
You are much in love.
Speaker 3 (23:00):
I am much in love.
Speaker 4 (23:02):
You think of doing away with yourself?
Speaker 3 (23:04):
It is in my mind so.
Speaker 4 (23:06):
That, being men of spirit, yourself, you and Dolores.
Speaker 3 (23:10):
Yes, no, you say no.
Speaker 4 (23:14):
I have heard it said that it is the surest
way to utter destruction.
Speaker 3 (23:20):
Dolores.
Speaker 4 (23:22):
It is a dark and bitter thing gonna. Yet you
must wait.
Speaker 3 (23:26):
How shall I wait?
Speaker 4 (23:28):
I cannot counsel you save only in this matter. Do
not destroy yourself, For if you do.
Speaker 3 (23:35):
But if I live, I become old and wasted. No,
she will forget me.
Speaker 4 (23:40):
She has waited nigh end of four hundred years. Gonna.
Speaker 3 (23:43):
If I must go away from here, I will.
Speaker 4 (23:45):
Help you come back, Gunna.
Speaker 3 (23:47):
If I grow feeble and sick and could not remember.
Speaker 4 (23:51):
I will remember, Gunna, for I am your friend. I
will remember.
Speaker 3 (23:55):
You believe then don.
Speaker 4 (23:57):
Yes, Gonna, I believe, and I shall remember.
Speaker 5 (24:02):
You have sworn it done, sent Guna back to me.
Speaker 4 (24:17):
And Guna went away, as he had known from the
beginning that he must go, for his work was far away,
a continent away from the lonely sands of Wainimi. And
he told me he would come back as soon as
he could arrange his affairs, and he would stay then
forever till he died on that lonely haunted place. And
time wore on, and in his letters he spoke always
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of the sand and the sea, and the stars and Dolores.
And I walked often alone too, on the sands of Wainimi,
in the little Oxnard Cemetery hard By, where the tall
eucalyptus trees weep over the gray headstones, and the winter rain,
and of a lonely night on the shore. I felt
a presence near me, and I crowed out to the
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wind and the surf. He will come back, Dolores. I
will keep my promise. And always over the sound of
the wind among the dunes, a voice answered me.
Speaker 3 (25:09):
Remember.
Speaker 5 (25:11):
Remember.
Speaker 3 (25:16):
A year went by, and a year and a year,
and the lightnings of war struck, and I knew that
I must go or were not my forefather's fighting men
at the sea, and I had none to hold me back.
I was an orphan, and either brother nor sister only
my friend Don. So I became a seafarer again, at
this time a very strange one, where they put me
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for my knowledge in the CBS. And I was content,
and had not seen down all these long years, and
many things had crowded into my mind in my life,
and it had been many months since I had heard
from him, But always the thought of Dolores had been
in my mind, and I dreamed of her so many times,
and thought of a happy day when I should return
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to her forever.
Speaker 5 (26:00):
And I thought of you, and I wept to think
of the war, and I dreamed of Gunna lying dead
in some far forgotten place, whence he could never return to.
Speaker 4 (26:13):
Me, And in my letters to Buna, I never told
him what had become of the sandy beach of Waynymi.
How tall buildings and great docks were built there. Now
the face of the land was changed so that no
man could recognize it. How could he come back to
Wainymi now? And is gone the trysting place, The old
haunted house is gone, And the sea thunders against high walls, And.
Speaker 3 (26:42):
As it's don, don I go to the South Pacific?
And don hear me, Don I'm coming to Minini. I'm
sailing from Winnini. I'll see Lauris I resounding walls, long
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piers and jetties out into the sea, noise and confusion,
and lights that dim the stars at night, men and
machines and ships steal and concrete Amy and I walked
down the echoing streets and called Delorous, Dolorous, And there
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was only the echo of the little song she used
to say to t In has to know your case,
Go on, ang. We sailed away into the night, and
I wept as the lights of Amy dimmed into the
blackness of the night in wartime. Before I knew I
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had lost my Dolorous now forever.
Speaker 4 (28:14):
And I stand in the rain drenched little ox Nard Cemetery,
hard by the great bustling port of Waanymi. And there
is a sound of weeping, a woman weeping in my ears.
Speaker 2 (28:32):
He is dead.
Speaker 5 (28:33):
He is dead on a far far island, and I
shall never see him again.
Speaker 2 (28:40):
Oh Dawn, Dawn, I loved him.
Speaker 3 (28:45):
So.
Speaker 4 (28:47):
I have not forgotten my promise to Loris here in
this place. This place is Waanyi too, isn't it.
Speaker 5 (28:54):
Why this is why Nie me, all the great houses
and these chips and the why this is why I
need me.
Speaker 4 (29:05):
Look up, Dolores, look up at the.
Speaker 3 (29:07):
Gate, soldiers.
Speaker 5 (29:11):
And sailors and the coffin with a flag on it.
Speaker 4 (29:16):
I have kept my promise, Dolores.
Speaker 2 (29:19):
Gonna good, Nah, you've come back to me.
Speaker 4 (29:41):
The title of today's Quiet Please was the Gothic Tale.
Speaker 6 (29:45):
It was written and directed by Willis Cooper, and the
man who spoke to you was Paul near Him.
Speaker 3 (29:51):
And Paul Moss played Don. Delores was Colleen Meyer, Teddy
Robertson Selser. The music for Please is courtesy of freepd
dot com. Sound effects courtesyfreesound dot org. Now for a
word about next week's pie Please, Here is our writer
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producer Elis Cooper.
Speaker 6 (30:13):
Thank you for listening to Quiet. Please next week, in
response to many requests, we are bringing you a Christmas
story many of you heard last year Berlin, nineteen forty.
Speaker 1 (30:25):
Five, and so until next week at five thirty Eastern
Standard time, I am quietly yours, Berness Chapel. This is
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a b C, the American Broadcasting Company.
Quiet Please, Quiet Please, m.
Speaker 2 (00:22):
M M.
Speaker 3 (00:35):
Quiet Please. Dot Org presents Quiet Please, which is written
and directed by Willis Cooper and which features Paul Nero.
Quiet Please for Tonight is called the Gothic tale. H
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Listen to the sound of the sea, the sound of
the sea, the surf, the ceaseless, measured sound of the seed.
I have heard the voices of the oceans of the
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world on a shingle parton against the frowning heights of
Points Sir, on the long, hot beaches of Hawaii, and
the cold, foggy reaches a battue. And again I've heard
the seas that lashed the shores of Okinawa and Quadline,
their thunder, a tiny sound under the sound of battle.
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But the sound of the sea at Waynini is the
sound of them all that I can never forget, so
sure I will never hear it again, as I did
those love days so long ago. O where the salt
grass crew and the hollows for dunes, there is concrete
and great steel buildings. Where the house was there was
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a confusion of men and machines and echoing high walls
in the wet sand that green darkly. For so many
lonely lovely miles. It is far below the white concrete
roads and massive buildings, and the ghosts lived in white
as their homes in vain. Still the rocky islands, green
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Manicappa and Hackles, Santa Cruz and little nameless ones. Still
they gaze those into mainland, and the bones of Wan
Rodriguez Creo, dressed and hard, one piece, somewhere between the
wind and water and the seagulls screening wheel above the
place that was once a desolation but is not a city.
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Those who warned for the lost windy loniness Whini where
it's gone and finished utterly. Great ships snudged the piers
where the griefs of the city turns the elephants for it.
So long, So long now, Don and I wondered about
the dunes for many a sunny day, many a sunset
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sawus and shelter wearily enough that summer Don with the
season one paint box high, with my camera on all.
But that was the summer of WAINI is a subject
of our petures, and there were many, And this is
the tale, suppose of what we pictured in Don Mine,
in our blankets. Beside our battered car entered the broken
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road the cold night, we lay and watched the high
stars wheel above us, Mighty Ryan and the pears, and
this mysterious arch, the milky Way. The sound of the
surf was always behind our low voices, and so we
spoke with many things.
Speaker 4 (04:01):
It was like this a thousand.
Speaker 3 (04:03):
Years ago, the sea and the sand and the stars
and nothing else.
Speaker 4 (04:12):
They called this the safe place the old Indians did.
Speaker 3 (04:17):
It's very peaceful.
Speaker 4 (04:19):
Have you ever been here in the storm time when
the waves run in like horses with great white manes,
and leap high in the air to crash down furious
on the sand, so that it shakes the very world.
Speaker 3 (04:32):
I have seen them. My people have always thought of
the storm waves as forces of the scene.
Speaker 4 (04:38):
Your people are Fay black Mine.
Speaker 3 (04:42):
If you mean where dreams live, that is right.
Speaker 4 (04:45):
There's a place that my people speak about, the old ones,
a place where there's never death, and those who come
upon the place live forever. I think it must be
a place like this SWAYANIMI.
Speaker 3 (04:59):
It would be a very lonely place.
Speaker 4 (05:04):
It's so, they say. It's beside the everlasting sea, somewhere,
not the bleak sea of my people's country, with a
barren rocks and the dreary kelt to tangle your feet
and draw you down at the cold bottom of it.
Speaker 3 (05:19):
This could be that place.
Speaker 4 (05:22):
It could be that it's lonesome enough. Yeah, there's a
feeling of others here beside us, others not of this world,
but from the distant past, waiting and watching us from
outside the little circle of our firelight.
Speaker 3 (05:41):
Come to a fireside, Are there rue's in the cold dark?
Come sit with us for the warmth of the fire.
Speaker 4 (05:48):
That was not well advised, Gonna.
Speaker 3 (05:51):
Do you believe the tales you've heard?
Speaker 4 (05:53):
Then I could not tell you the many things I
believe the many, many things.
Speaker 3 (06:00):
Are you afraid of the other ones?
Speaker 4 (06:02):
Then I'm afraid of nothing, mortal of spirits.
Speaker 3 (06:08):
If you gain seeing my welcome to the ones beyond
the firelight.
Speaker 4 (06:11):
If they are evil?
Speaker 3 (06:13):
Can they be evil? If this place be the never
never land you'll people speak of.
Speaker 4 (06:19):
A man may lose his immortal soul in trafficking with
unknown things.
Speaker 3 (06:23):
Gonna, But also a man might find everlasting happiness where
there must be love and the hearts of these others
as well as looking in him.
Speaker 4 (06:33):
It is known that a few good people found their
way to the timeless, deathless land a safe place.
Speaker 3 (06:41):
Is poy Amy a safe place?
Speaker 4 (06:44):
Could it be sod On, It could be now in
the night?
Speaker 3 (06:52):
Listen, what is it? In the sound of the sea,
there was something more a voice.
Speaker 4 (07:00):
Listen, a voice that you heard, the voice of one
of the others that you called to us.
Speaker 3 (07:10):
Looked to the sea.
Speaker 4 (07:12):
There is nothing, a white pin of darkness. Will you
go to see?
Speaker 3 (07:18):
Come with me? And we rose from our blankets and
stood a moment shivering in the keen little wind of
the night. And Don caught up a branch from the
fire for a torch, and together we walked down to
the place where the sand met the water. And there
was nothing, no white figure in the boiling surf, no
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person in that place save us two. But as we
turned to go back to our little fire, Don raised his.
Speaker 4 (07:47):
Torch high and he called to me, come here.
Speaker 3 (07:52):
I came to his side. He stretched out his hand
to the smoothness of beach beside him, and on the
wet sand were footprints there, footprints and sand, and the
footprints came up out of the sea. In the flickering
red glow from the torch. We traced these footprints, so
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that now there were three SATs dons and mine, and
these of the outsider, and the trace went straight up
to the edge of the glow from our fire, and
there we saw a deeper prince where she had stood
before we knew it was a woman. The prince were
tiny and delicate in the rough sand where she had
stood and perhaps listened to our talk. And then the
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footprints moved away again, and when we followed them we
found they had returned to the sea. And that was
all that night, For though we sat sleepless and silent
until the sun rising behind the dunes warmed our backs
in the morning, there was no sound nor no sight
of another at why Amy that night. But then it
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was day, and it was dawn who must go away
to the city, for we, the two of us, were poor,
and there was work to be done to pay for
our long days on the sands of Nini. Walked alone
with my camera south along the beach, pausing to make
a picture of a white tree branch tossed ashore by
the restless waves, pausing to scan the horizon seaward and landward,
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and there was never a soul to see. So I
found the house, the little hot the little black house,
on the strand. I had not seen it before. It
was hidden in a little fold of the dunes, and
I came upon it unawares. She was standing the doorway,
looking out to the sea, and my heart gave a
great leap at the sight of her, and I raised
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my camera and I had the picture before she turned
and saw me. Who are you?
Speaker 5 (09:53):
I was hoping that you should find this place.
Speaker 3 (09:56):
I have heard your voice, and I have seen your and.
Speaker 5 (10:01):
The firelight with another Who are you?
Speaker 2 (10:05):
I am Dolores.
Speaker 3 (10:06):
I am called Tuna Guna.
Speaker 2 (10:10):
It is a strange name.
Speaker 3 (10:12):
My people are from the Northland. My people were Viking terrors.
Speaker 5 (10:16):
They were people of the sea like mine.
Speaker 3 (10:19):
They sailed the rail road in their high, proud whips,
and they conquered many peoples.
Speaker 5 (10:24):
My people found a new world. Well, then, welcome, son
of sea bearers. For I have waited long for you.
Speaker 3 (10:34):
I do not know you. How could you wait for
me that you do not know? Who are you?
Speaker 5 (10:40):
I am Dolores, And I asked you straight, without evasion,
Tell me whould you love me?
Speaker 3 (10:49):
Gunar? I think when I first heard your voice.
Speaker 5 (10:55):
You are slow of speech, Buda, are all of your
people slow of speech?
Speaker 2 (11:02):
Slow to love?
Speaker 3 (11:04):
It? Is only that I cannot find words to pick
my answer to you.
Speaker 5 (11:08):
Tell me, truly, tell me straightly, whould you love me?
Speaker 3 (11:12):
Bunar, I could love you more than as do any
mortal woman, Dwars. Even though my eyes see you this
moment for the first time.
Speaker 5 (11:22):
Then I have not waited out these years in vain, Bunar, No,
do not touch me. The time will come. Now I
must go from you for a little while, but say
again that you love me, Guna, for I love you.
Speaker 3 (11:43):
And her words to me were the sweetest sounds that
I have ever heard of the sun though, and I
took a step forward to take her in my arms.
For suddenly I knew that my first love of all
my life had come to me, and that should be
with me always. Then a little out came from nowhere
in the sky above us, and its shadow fell upon
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us too, as Doloris turned away from me and walked
slowly down to the sea. And try as I might,
I could not follow. And I closed my eyes for
a little home. And when I opened them again, I
was alone beside my mother's house, a little black hut
on shore. And in the evening dawn came again, and
(12:27):
I let him the little house, and we made a
little drift wood fire, and we ate the provisions that
it brought. And then I quickly came down upon us,
and I said to don Don, I saw her today,
I wondered, I saw her at this house.
Speaker 4 (12:44):
There was no daydream.
Speaker 3 (12:46):
No, I saw her, and I heard her voice.
Speaker 4 (12:50):
In the light of day.
Speaker 3 (12:52):
In the light of day, I saw Deloris and spoke
to her, and she to me, Dolores, she loves me,
she said, she loves me.
Speaker 4 (13:02):
And you, what did you say to her?
Speaker 3 (13:05):
Why? I said, I love her?
Speaker 4 (13:09):
I warned you last night under the stars. Gonna warned me.
There is many a tale of those who invite the
outsiders to come and sit with them. As I have
told you, there is lore that one who pipes his
love to one of the outsiders is in danger of destruction.
Speaker 3 (13:26):
I love her.
Speaker 4 (13:27):
Does man fall in love so sudden?
Speaker 3 (13:30):
There never was such a thing. Don I love her?
Speaker 4 (13:34):
You touched her? No, she went away away, then.
Speaker 3 (13:40):
Back into the sea. There was a little cloud over
her heads.
Speaker 4 (13:44):
Well then, what, well, then you dreamed in the sunshine. No, sure,
you dreamed in the sunshine, and in your dream you
remember the footprints that led down to the sea, and
it was all a dream. Gonna sleep, Gunner, and you'll
dream of her again. I told you the tale the
(14:06):
time Less Land, and you dreamed.
Speaker 3 (14:09):
Was it a dream last night? No? Why, I have
proof that I saw her gone. I remember done. I
made a picture of her standing in this very doorway.
Speaker 4 (14:21):
Show me the picture, and I'll believe it was no dream.
Speaker 3 (14:23):
Then, and I took my little tanks in my camera,
and I mixed my powders with some part of our
drinking water and insided a little hot, and I sat
in the door and developed like the film from the camera.
Wells Don smoked a piece outside of the bill, and
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when the task was done, I took the film outside
to him and I said, here, here's the proof. So
Don took up his flashlight and he scanned the film
for blessly. Here, I said, here's the picture of the house, DC.
And he looked at the wet, snaky film, very very narrowly,
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and then he handed it back carefully.
Speaker 4 (15:08):
Here look for yourself.
Speaker 3 (15:10):
And I held up the flashlight and I looked long
and narrowly, and there was the little house, as clear
as ever was, And it was the only picture I
had made of it. On all the long roll of film,
and it was clear and sharp and recognizable. But if Dolores,
who had stood there in the doorway, there was no sign.
(15:34):
And I spoke no more of the matter to Dawn,
my friend. But my dreams were strange, beyond belief. I
saw a great chip Pickalligan and his truck, and instant
of bread and gold, and I heard the deep sound
of drums and the chanting of a multitude of voices,
and ever the waves dashed high before me, and somewhere
there was a woman's cry, and going from across the water.
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But I spoke no more of the matter to Dawn
and went away again. And I was alone, in my
alone and sleepless for many a long hour till I
heard the wind price and a voice spoke to me
in the heavy, cold darkness, and it was dolorous.
Speaker 5 (16:13):
I am calling again to you, Gunna, my beloved.
Speaker 3 (16:16):
You were dolorous, and I come from the sea.
Speaker 5 (16:19):
I am Dolores, come to my beloved from the sea
in the night.
Speaker 3 (16:25):
It was no dream, No, it was no dream.
Speaker 5 (16:29):
Beloved, touch my hand, Dolorus, I may not, nor may
you touch me.
Speaker 3 (16:37):
It is because you are a spirit, not a living woman.
It is so, I have no fear of you.
Speaker 5 (16:45):
Why should you fear me? Since I love you?
Speaker 3 (16:48):
Gunna Tom told me to beware of you. I love you,
and I have told you I love you. Yet how
shall we what is to become of our love?
Speaker 4 (17:00):
Me?
Speaker 3 (17:00):
The spirit of a mortal? Will you say that to me?
Speaker 5 (17:03):
To Laris, I will say that mortals have souls that
are immortal?
Speaker 3 (17:10):
Must I die then with you forever?
Speaker 5 (17:15):
I am Dolores Maria de las nievees Acosta I Cabrio.
My mother brought me from Estre Madura in Spain to
the land of Mexico so many years ago, that we
too might be with my father, who was Don Juan
Rodriguez Cabrio, who men called the Little Goat, and he
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was a famous captain of the seas.
Speaker 3 (17:40):
Your father is dead.
Speaker 5 (17:43):
He lies in a forgotten grave beside the harbor of
the island called Los Possession.
Speaker 3 (17:49):
Out there I know of the Lost Possession. There is
a Coppa Santa Cruz, San Dirigeol.
Speaker 5 (17:58):
No matter doubtly they have changed its name. I will
tell you one Roderiguez Cabrio is dead these many years,
and I, his daughter, have watched over his grave. He
died that January morning in the cold rain, and we
put into Los possession, and there they buried him, and
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they sailed away again back to Jalisco. I Hallisco kes Bonita,
and I shall never see Helisco again, for I must
stay in the land of Juai Nimi, the safe place,
the timeless place.
Speaker 3 (18:40):
Forever he lived on the island.
Speaker 5 (18:43):
And see, for I would not leave my father's grave.
My mother, she died before we set out for the
land of California. And there is none who remembers me
in Jalisco. Thus I am by to this place.
Speaker 3 (19:01):
It has been a long time, Lorius, and you have
found none to love you.
Speaker 5 (19:07):
It was the third day of the new year, the
new year, the year fifteen forty two. And now unto
four hundred years have I lived on that bleak island.
Speaker 2 (19:27):
Lived I have been there.
Speaker 5 (19:31):
Let us not say I lived yet until two nights ago.
I have never come upon any man, living or dead,
whom I could love. Only you, only you, you, Gunna
yeteam Gunna.
Speaker 2 (19:49):
I love you forever.
Speaker 3 (19:51):
I love you, Dolorus beyond the saying of it. But
what shall I do?
Speaker 5 (19:57):
Tell me go not from here here ever, Gunnar, Stay
in this who I need me, and I shall come
to your side whenever you call me.
Speaker 3 (20:08):
Must I be enchanted to this place? Always? No?
Speaker 2 (20:14):
I am reasonable.
Speaker 5 (20:16):
I know men must labor for their bread, they must
go to fight in the wars, they must do others bidding,
go where others send them. I remember I was a
woman I lived. I know, go as you must go, Gunnar. Go,
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but always come back to Hawa. II need me, for
here I am Gunnar, and.
Speaker 2 (20:43):
Here I must stay.
Speaker 5 (20:45):
Thus you must come back always I will come back.
Speaker 2 (20:50):
Never forget, Gunnar.
Speaker 3 (20:52):
How shall I forget? It is a very sharp horned dilemma.
It is a very strange thing. How shall I know
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that it is not a dream indeed? Or if it is,
then I love a dream. And if it be reality,
then must I die to win my love? For she
is spirit and I am flesh. And how shall it
too wed? How shall I know that this is not
a dream, a disorder of the mind, a sickness? For
(21:35):
I love this woman, this wraith, this daughter of an
HC captain, Whether she dwells alone on a rock island
or exists only in my brain.
Speaker 5 (21:46):
Proof of my love, proof that I exist, proof that
I am here, that I remain here, awaiting only you. Here, Gunna,
my lover.
Speaker 2 (21:59):
Here is proof.
Speaker 5 (22:00):
Look upon these my pearls in the light of day,
and know that thy Dolores loves thee.
Speaker 3 (22:09):
And so I raised my eyes, and Jee's gone. But
before me, on the roof table, haunted hut by the sea,
lay this string of fair, lovely pearls, and on the
clasps and graves the name Dolorus. So it seems to
me that I did not dream.
Speaker 2 (22:28):
You did not dream, Gunna, And I love you.
Speaker 3 (22:33):
I love Dolorus dead these four hundred years.
Speaker 4 (22:42):
They are very real pearls, Gunna, and priceless, priceless.
Speaker 3 (22:50):
Tell me don speak to me out of your wisdom
for your fee. Also tell me what to do.
Speaker 4 (22:57):
You are much in love.
Speaker 3 (23:00):
I am much in love.
Speaker 4 (23:02):
You think of doing away with yourself?
Speaker 3 (23:04):
It is in my mind so.
Speaker 4 (23:06):
That, being men of spirit, yourself, you and Dolores.
Speaker 3 (23:10):
Yes, no, you say no.
Speaker 4 (23:14):
I have heard it said that it is the surest
way to utter destruction.
Speaker 3 (23:20):
Dolores.
Speaker 4 (23:22):
It is a dark and bitter thing gonna. Yet you
must wait.
Speaker 3 (23:26):
How shall I wait?
Speaker 4 (23:28):
I cannot counsel you save only in this matter. Do
not destroy yourself, For if you do.
Speaker 3 (23:35):
But if I live, I become old and wasted. No,
she will forget me.
Speaker 4 (23:40):
She has waited nigh end of four hundred years. Gonna.
Speaker 3 (23:43):
If I must go away from here, I will.
Speaker 4 (23:45):
Help you come back, Gunna.
Speaker 3 (23:47):
If I grow feeble and sick and could not remember.
Speaker 4 (23:51):
I will remember, Gunna, for I am your friend. I
will remember.
Speaker 3 (23:55):
You believe then don.
Speaker 4 (23:57):
Yes, Gonna, I believe, and I shall remember.
Speaker 5 (24:02):
You have sworn it done, sent Guna back to me.
Speaker 4 (24:17):
And Guna went away, as he had known from the
beginning that he must go, for his work was far away,
a continent away from the lonely sands of Wainimi. And
he told me he would come back as soon as
he could arrange his affairs, and he would stay then
forever till he died on that lonely haunted place. And
time wore on, and in his letters he spoke always
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of the sand and the sea, and the stars and Dolores.
And I walked often alone too, on the sands of Wainimi,
in the little Oxnard Cemetery hard By, where the tall
eucalyptus trees weep over the gray headstones, and the winter rain,
and of a lonely night on the shore. I felt
a presence near me, and I crowed out to the
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wind and the surf. He will come back, Dolores. I
will keep my promise. And always over the sound of
the wind among the dunes, a voice answered me.
Speaker 3 (25:09):
Remember.
Speaker 5 (25:11):
Remember.
Speaker 3 (25:16):
A year went by, and a year and a year,
and the lightnings of war struck, and I knew that
I must go or were not my forefather's fighting men
at the sea, and I had none to hold me back.
I was an orphan, and either brother nor sister only
my friend Don. So I became a seafarer again, at
this time a very strange one, where they put me
(25:38):
for my knowledge in the CBS. And I was content,
and had not seen down all these long years, and
many things had crowded into my mind in my life,
and it had been many months since I had heard
from him, But always the thought of Dolores had been
in my mind, and I dreamed of her so many times,
and thought of a happy day when I should return
(25:59):
to her forever.
Speaker 5 (26:00):
And I thought of you, and I wept to think
of the war, and I dreamed of Gunna lying dead
in some far forgotten place, whence he could never return to.
Speaker 4 (26:13):
Me, And in my letters to Buna, I never told
him what had become of the sandy beach of Waynymi.
How tall buildings and great docks were built there. Now
the face of the land was changed so that no
man could recognize it. How could he come back to
Wainymi now? And is gone the trysting place, The old
haunted house is gone, And the sea thunders against high walls, And.
Speaker 3 (26:42):
As it's don, don I go to the South Pacific?
And don hear me, Don I'm coming to Minini. I'm
sailing from Winnini. I'll see Lauris I resounding walls, long
(27:09):
piers and jetties out into the sea, noise and confusion,
and lights that dim the stars at night, men and
machines and ships steal and concrete Amy and I walked
down the echoing streets and called Delorous, Dolorous, And there
(27:32):
was only the echo of the little song she used
to say to t In has to know your case,
Go on, ang. We sailed away into the night, and
I wept as the lights of Amy dimmed into the
blackness of the night in wartime. Before I knew I
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had lost my Dolorous now forever.
Speaker 4 (28:14):
And I stand in the rain drenched little ox Nard Cemetery,
hard by the great bustling port of Waanymi. And there
is a sound of weeping, a woman weeping in my ears.
Speaker 2 (28:32):
He is dead.
Speaker 5 (28:33):
He is dead on a far far island, and I
shall never see him again.
Speaker 2 (28:40):
Oh Dawn, Dawn, I loved him.
Speaker 3 (28:45):
So.
Speaker 4 (28:47):
I have not forgotten my promise to Loris here in
this place. This place is Waanyi too, isn't it.
Speaker 5 (28:54):
Why this is why Nie me, all the great houses
and these chips and the why this is why I
need me.
Speaker 4 (29:05):
Look up, Dolores, look up at the.
Speaker 3 (29:07):
Gate, soldiers.
Speaker 5 (29:11):
And sailors and the coffin with a flag on it.
Speaker 4 (29:16):
I have kept my promise, Dolores.
Speaker 2 (29:19):
Gonna good, Nah, you've come back to me.
Speaker 4 (29:41):
The title of today's Quiet Please was the Gothic Tale.
Speaker 6 (29:45):
It was written and directed by Willis Cooper, and the
man who spoke to you was Paul near Him.
Speaker 3 (29:51):
And Paul Moss played Don. Delores was Colleen Meyer, Teddy
Robertson Selser. The music for Please is courtesy of freepd
dot com. Sound effects courtesyfreesound dot org. Now for a
word about next week's pie Please, Here is our writer
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producer Elis Cooper.
Speaker 6 (30:13):
Thank you for listening to Quiet. Please next week, in
response to many requests, we are bringing you a Christmas
story many of you heard last year Berlin, nineteen forty.
Speaker 1 (30:25):
Five, and so until next week at five thirty Eastern
Standard time, I am quietly yours, Berness Chapel. This is
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a b C, the American Broadcasting Company.
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