Vix presents Dangerously Yours, a half hour of romance and adventure starring Victor Joy
in Barkley Square. First, here's a good thing to remember when you catch
a call. The best known home remedy for relieving miseries of coals is Vic's
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the highways, the byways, the skyways of the world have traveled old
trails and played mules. I am the fire that burns in the heart of
youth, that makes men dream and dare and conquer. I am dangerously yours.
This week, come with me to England to meet the young American who
inherited in an ancient house and lived one of the strangest adventures any man has
ever known. Peter Standish show but this squall, they tell me, I've
been very ill. Perhaps I have, But I've also been on the most
inconceivable adventure that could be imagined. I have crossed the bridge from the present
of the past. I have gone from this century back into the eighteenth century.
I have traded places with my own great great grandfather, Peter Standish,
that same great great grandfather whose portrait hangs there over the fireplace when this strange
adventure began. I was with Marjorie. Peter. That's the most amazing thing
I've ever seen in my life. Or you might have sat for that portrait
of your great great grandfather yourself, Marjorie, wouldn't you love to change places
with him? Just imagine walking the quiet streets of London in the eighteenth century,
breathing pure air instead of gasoline, riding in sedan chairs instead of taxicabs.
Wouldn't that be an adventure? Yes, but it would be an impossible
one, Peter, No, you're wrong. What I'm getting at is this
but to God, there is no past, present and future time as we
know. It is nothing but an idea in the mind, in the mind
of man. Do you see, Marjorie, Peter Darling, you've been working
too hard. You aren't being practical or sensible. You haven't been from the
time you inherited this house and came here to live. I don't think it
good for you. This house gave me the idea, I tell you,
the possibility of going back in time as perfectly logical. It may sound convincing,
Peter, but of course it's impossible. No, my dear, the
past is over and gone. You're wrong, Marjory. Look I have some
of the past right here in my hands. It's Peter Standish's diary. Would
you like to know a little about him? I've been studying it so hard
I know it almost by heart. His trip from New York to England took
twenty seven days in a bark called the General Wolf. It says too that
Reynolds didn't want to paint his portrait. That's the one over the fireplace.
I've been curious about that, but you must have painted it. It's obviously
Reynolds. Yes, that's certain. Ah, let's see. Oh yes,
he married the eldest Pedagoo girl, Kate, in this very house. They
had children who died here, and there was a younger sister, Helen.
Her family tried to force her into a marriage. She hated. The diary
stops before that's settled. And look here, please, Peter. All very
interesting, But suppose you tell me about it some other time. Oh you
look so tired and flushed. I'm going to get you some tea. I
wish you understood, Marjory. Or are you sure you want to marry me?
When miss so much? You don't understand about me. Of course I
want to marry you. Does You're just a little tired. You don't really
think you could go back into the eighteenth century. Now, you just sit
there while I get you some stones. I sat there staring about the room,
staring at the rich, nellowed walls, the satin smooth tables, the
dignified chairs, and the pass was alive in that room, and I knew
it. The firelight flickered on the ceiling and touched to gold the face of
my ancestor, Peter Standish, and in some curious way, I felt as
though I were looking at myself. And then outside I heard I heard a
coach on cobblestones, and then I laughed at myself. A coach cobblestones.
Why they had had wood blocks and Barkley square for ages? They were quiet
or even in the asphalt in New York. And then I heard a woman's
footsteps, and I turned, expecting to see Margerie, and saw, oh,
I bid you good evening. I suppose you are my cousin Peter from
America. We had your notes that you'd arrived in London. How'd you get
into the house without any of us hearing you, I jumped to my feet,
staring at her. Staring at this woman dressed in hoops satin, her
hair piled high on her head, her shoulders bare. I touched my own
sleeve that was satin too. I looked down and saw that I was dressed
in the clothes of the man in the portrait. Then I looked to the
wall, but it was gone. There was no portrait there. Well,
cousin, Peter, are you going to stand there staring at me all evening?
Hi? I beg your pardon. You must be my cousin, my
cousin Kate or is it Helen? I'm Kate, sir? But how did
you get here in all this rain without getting wet? I came in a
coach, Oh I do? I rang the bell, but no one answered,
so I came in the bear. You rang the bell? What there?
Oh? I mean the knocker of course. Well, in any event,
I'm most happy to welcome your captain, Peter, And if you'll come
with me, my mother's sister and brother will also be you welcome. We've
all been looking forward at this meeting for some time. I followed her out
into the hall, my heart pounding with excitement the miracle had come to pass.
I was in the eighteenth century. We went down the hall and therein
the gracious candle that's sitting room was the Pedigrew family, Lady Anne and Helen,
and the young Pedigrew Tom, looking a bit the worse for drink.
There was also a small, fat, unpleasant looking man who I judged to
be Helen's unwanted suitor, mister Throstle. Lady Anne gave me a most cordial
welcome. Well well, cousin p do, what a delight this visit of
yours is indeed katis benola, nothing about it for weeks, indeed, so
have we all? How gracious of her and of you? If this is
my other daughter, Helen, how do you do, Cousin Peter, how
do you do? Cousin Helen? And this is my son Tom, who
will no doubt show you a round town. And this is Helen's fiance,
mister Trussell. Gentlemen, it's my pleasure, gentlemen. Did you like the
cash machawl your aunt sent you for your birthday? Helen? Cash machaw Is
there a shawl on that parcel? I haven't opened it yet, Peter,
how could you possibly know it was a shawl? How could you possibly know?
You don't, really, it was only a guess you see. Well,
shawls are so popular nowadays. Aren't you clever to guess it is a
shawl? My sister wrote me about it. Well, come now you must
be shown to your room. Then there's not so long away. Come my
dear boy, come come in. Oh hello, Helen, party and trusion,
Peter. Mother thought I should see if you were comfortable. I'm very
comfortable, thank you. Whas Kate she's helping mother downstairs. Oh, cousin,
Peter, may I ask you something? Oh? Of course? Are
you in love with Kate? Why do you ask? You never saw her
before this afternoon? And yet you and mother arranged your betrothal before you ever
came to England. Of course it may be a young and stupid fancy on
my part, but I always thought that two people had to meet before they
fell in love. It seems strange. You're quite right, Helen. Yes,
will you help me. There's a lot that's strange to me about this
country. I'll need a bit of guidance. Why yes, I'd be very
glad too, And now I'll leave you good afternoon, cousin, Peter,
Helen. Yes, Peter, you're very sweet. Yes, and I think
my great great grandfather was absolutely screwy. Screwy that's just a New York expression.
Good afternoon, Helen, Good afternoon, cost Oh, excuse me for
banging the door. Helen. A smile, curved that fit my heart,
eyes that danced in the candle light, hair like blue black midnight sky.
And the days that followed, I could not keep my eyes now my thoughts
away from her. Yet I knew that I must marry Kate. But Kate,
after the first few days, kept away from me. It was Helen
that was by my side constantly. It was Helen who took me to Sir
Joshua Reynold's studio. Turn your face toward the window, please, m mister
Stendish. I am very sorry, but I must refuse the commission. I
cannot paint you. What why, Sir Joshua, who did paint? I
mean, that's impossible. I wish I could pinch you, mister Stendish,
but I'm a pinch of realities, and there's something in your face and your
eyes that's unreal, something I would never be able to capture. Kind never
heard of such rot. Come, Peter, there's no point in arguing.
But he must paint me. He didn't paint me? He oh, never
mind, you wouldn't understand. Good day, Sir Joshua. I hope you'll
change your mind, change my mind. I'd as soon paint the devil is
to paint you. Kate. Wasn't this to be my dance? Yes?
But I have a headache. I don't quite feel up to dancing just now.
Since you have a headache, Kate, let's go outside in the balcony
for a breath of air. Well, I really shouldn't I I wanted to
see mother just for a moment. Kate, Come, let's go out here.
It's a beautiful night, isn't it. Yes? I still so,
Kate, what's the matter? You've been avoiding me all evening? Have I?
You certainly haven't been avoiding my sister. Don't tell me you're jealous.
You don't need to be, you know, jealous. No, I'm relieved,
but I fear for Helen. Peter standish. You're a very strange and
frightening man. Poor now, Kate, you're living gossip upset you. I
know what people are saying about me and of course it's ridiculous. Yes,
you know what people are saying, and you know what I'm thinking right now.
You always know, you know what's going to happen before it happens.
No, No, Kate, No, not the way you think. Why
are you looking so startled? There's nothing to be afraid of. I thought
you love me. You mustn't talk like that. Why, my dear,
we're going to be married married. Do you think i'd marry you when I'm
hard to force myself to remain alone with you? Sir Joshua saw it.
Everyone sees it. There's something that's that's not human about you. Kate.
You're overwrought. You'll feel differently in the morning. In the morning, I
shall drive to Budley. I cannot stay in this house with you any longer.
I see you're breaking our engagement. You can't do that, Oh can't
I how smugly you say it? So? You think there are no limits
to what a wizard can do with a woman. The women all press after
you, don't they? But no woman wishes to dance with you twice except
Helen Peters Standish. I never was so afraid of anything in my life as
I am of you, and you think you can make me marry you,
I'd just soon men in the devil. I'm leaving London in the morning,
and I'll not to tend to this house as long as you're in it,
and you can be sure I'll do everything in my far to get you out
of it. Peter, Oh, Helen, Peter, come and dance with
me. You're not afraid of me, Helen. You're not afraid to dance
with me. How can you be afraid someone you love? Oh, come
and dance with me, Peter. In just a moment, we will bring
you the second act of dangerously yours. Well. Here it is fall again,
and first thing you know, the children may be coming home from school
with nasty calls. Too bad, But this time, mother, don't take
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of Dangerously Yours starring Victor Jory in Barkley Square. Peter, it's very late.
Are you going to walk up and down the library all night? I
can't sleep, Poem. You're worried about Kate, aren't you. Well,
don't be. She'll be all right when she returned. Peter, tell me
what all this mystery means, so that I can explain it to her.
Tell me how you can know things you couldn't know. First it was about
my shawl, and since then, oh so many things. Well, hell
an I, but it's true, Peter. You do see a head.
We all know you do. Oh, Peter, tell me how you do
it. I want to see a head too. I'd love to know about
the future. But I couldn't tell you, Dear, you wouldn't understand.
There aren't any words to make you understand. You say, there aren't any
words, because these things must come to your mind and visions, Peter.
And I think I could see them too through your eyes. Oh, let
me try. Look at me, Peter, look at me very well.
I'm looking looking, and I was right. I can see. I see
this room, this very room. It blazes with magic lights, Peter.
And there's your portrait on the wall. Then Reynolds did paint it, just
as you said he did. Now I see sunshine, white clouds, great
birds, bigger than a hundred eagles, aeroplanes, machines of men, and
below them, reaching to the sky, a very dream city. And oh,
Peter, looked down on the ground. You're looking, Helen, into
the great age of mechanism, trains, automobiles, factories, radio, an
age of miracles and of great truths. That's the future, Helen. Peter,
you know the future. Tell me ours. I don't know our future,
but I do know I love you. If ever a man loved a
woman, I do love you. I loved you before I ever saw you.
In my first dream of you coming with a candle from somewhere far away
to meet me, Helen. I can't lay a part anymore. I myself,
you see, I'm myself and I'm muddling everything up. This is impossible.
This isn't my world of yours. It isn't my life, and it
isn't your life. Oh, Peter, take me away with you, take
me back to where you came from. I can't, Helen, I can't.
Then, don't leave me, Oh Peter, don't leave me, Oh,
my beloved. When I kissed Kate, that was the first Peter Standish
kissing his betrothed. But there's never been a kiss like this since the world.
We can well, Kate, so you've come back from bad lay.
But let me tell you something. You're Eater has asked for Helen's hand in
marriage. What do you think of that? Mother? You wouldn't let Helen
marry him. You wouldn't do that. This marriage must not be don't very,
my dear. I should see to that. Well, Kate. I'm
glad to see you again. Hello, Kate, dearest, mister Standish,
when you came into this house, although the door was shut and locked,
did you come from America? Yes, we're all very curious about that.
Mister Standish. What is the answer. The answer is yes, I do
come from America. Oh really, mister Standish, you use some very peculiar
expressions at times, and I made a note of them. You said they
were expressions used in New York. That's right. Indeed, well, on
my way home, I stopped at the legation in Grosvenor Square. Should not
the American minister, mister Adams, know what words are used in New York.
Mister Adams as from Massachusetts, I asked him. Nevertheless, he had
never heard of one of them. As a matter of fact, those expressions
are not used in America, and they're certainly not used in England. If
they're used at all, the devils use them in hell. It is true,
Peter Standish came from New York and the general wolf. You've taken possession
of his body. What have you done with him? Kate? I think
this has gone quite far enough. I think perhaps we should call your brother
Tom to deal with this creature. In the old days, he'd have been
burned at a stake. Why not Now You've still burned people, You've burned
women accused of witchcraft. You should be whipped for this. Ter, Yes,
whipt people, if they're crazy, flog them in public as you plug
your half naked lunatics as bedlam, with a crowd of your gaping Londoners looking
on you. Savages. You forget yourself. Ter your son Tom Madam.
You're proud of him, aren't you. You think he's a gentleman, a
typical English gentleman of the time. Well he is, But what a time
dirt, disease, cruelty smells you. Kate, you may be a fool,
but you're the best of the lot. For you're trying, in your
silly way to help Helen now. But as for you, lady Anne,
I've seen you in Sheridan's plays, and I've read you and Jane Austen's novels.
You know what you're want. Your plow straight ahead over everything and through
everything, like a tank lumbering through the mud. You're like a tank.
God, Francis Adams, what tank means? No, No, it's not
Charles Francis Adams. It's John Adams, second President of the United States.
Charles Adams won't be born until a civil war in eighteen sixty one. Peter,
what's one more blunder amongst so many. You're Peter Standish came from New
York to Plymouth in the general Wolf this Peter Standish through from New York to
Plymouth. Shall I make a few more blunders for you? The Gibbett Kate.
Shall I drive you to Budley in my car at ninety miles an hour?
You've seen from hell? Do I care about you? You're all over
and done with all of you. You're dead, You've brought it away in
your graves. You're all ghosts. That's what you are. Ghosts. Do
you're here, Gudham? Helen here? No? I was in love with
the past. I was in love with the past, my dearest, Oh,
my dearest. I turned and there was Helen, Helen born of the
eighteenth century, all loveliness, all grace, all beauty. And I caught
her to me and rested my cheek against her hair. Something inside me was
weeping, for I knew I was holding Helen for the last time. I
thought that thought, Helen, Oh, Helen, you know, my dearest.
Each night I've said he must go back. But each morning we'd make
some new plan together, and I'd think, let me have just one more
day. No, I've said I would stay, and I will stay.
I was a fool and a weakling to talk like that. It won't happen
again. I couldn't face my own life without you. What life is this
for you? Be brave, Peter, and listen my life, my London
a nightmares to you. Oh, don't be said. Just think. Out
of all the millions of lovers since time began, we too alone have been
chosen for this miracle. And it is a miracle. Oh. Think of
what has been given us, not of what is taken away. Nothing can
be taken away. That we came together as we did proves that we weren't
meant to lose each other. Yes, yes, and we shall be together
always, Peter, Not in my time nor in yours, but in God's.
Yes, darling, it must be that way. But I have neither
the will nor the strength to leave you. Love will give you the strengths
you of your life to live out in the future. Peter, don't be
too sad about a girl's being dead to you so long and in my life,
as I grow old, your youth will seem to me eternal youth,
for you will come, won't you young? As I see you now to
my grave and Saint Mark's churchyard, and you find me, for I'll ask
for a stone with the letters cut deep, so they wrote there away before
you come, Oh darling, darling, I love you now, I shall
love you in my own time, and then whatever time may come, then
this is our parting. Peter, goodbye, my dear, goodbye bye Darling.
I left her and walked down the corridor and for library. I was
dazed, dazed and empty of everything but sorrow. And there were my own
things about me again, twentieth century things. There was a portrait on the
wall. I felt weak and shaken and bereft. I sat there by the
fire all night. In the morning I walked to Saint Mark's churchyard. When
I returned, Marjorie was in the library. Peter, Hello, Marjorie.
Oh, Peter, you know me, you know me? Know you?
Why? Of course I know you weak. You haven't recognized any of its,
Peter. You've been very ill. Ill. Yeah, yes, I
have been ill. But you're all right now you look yourself again. Oh,
thank god, you're all right now, Marjorie. This something I must
tell you. Yes, Peter, I can't marry you. I'm very sorry,
but I'm not in love with you and it wouldn't be right. All
right, Peter, if that's the way you wanted, perhaps you'll change your
mind. I hope you will. What's that piece of paper you're holing.
It's an epitaph. I copied it just now from a tombstone at Saint Mark's
Churchyard, whose epithath is a girl who died one hundred and forty years ago.
Peace, you're crying? Who was the girl? Peter? Speak to
me, please, Margerie, please leave me alone. Very welcome. Here
lies in the confident hope of the blessed resurrection and life eternal. Helen Pettigrew
will Love, a younger daughter of Sir William Pettigrew and Lady Anne Pettigrew,
who departed this life June fifteenth, seventeen eighty seven, aged twenty three years.
My dear, I've seen your shadow on the stairs. I've seen your
hand dressed on this desk. I've seen you sitting by that window. You'll
always be close to me in this house. You'll always be the living,
beautiful soul of this house. And I know that we shall be together,
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a strange challenge and kept an exciting rendezvous with destiny until next week. Then
I Am Dangerously Your Our script based on the play Barkley Square, was written
by Gene Holloway and directed by Richard Sandville. The role of Helen was played
by Gertrude Warner. The music for the series is under the direction of Mark
Warnow. Be sure and listen next week to another exciting adventure starring Victor Jory
in Dangerously Yours