The DuPont Company of Wilmington, Delaware, makers of Better Things for Better Living through Chemistry, presents the cavalcade of America. Tonight's star, Patricia Neal. The story, A Woman's Way. Come back with us now to the Indian Territory in the middle of the last century. For here begins the story of a 20-year-old girl named Catherine Faye, who had left her home in Ohio to open a one-room school in the wilderness. Go on, Tommy. The little boy was an Indian. Oh, no, Tommy. It's not Indian. It's Indian. But my Pop called them Indians. Indian devils. All right, children. All right. Sit down, Tommy. Now, listen carefully, children. Let me ask you a question. Who made you? Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Of course he did. And he made everyone. The Indians, too. We're all brothers, you and I and the Indian. We must learn to love one another, even with our differences. Can you understand what I mean? Yes, ma'am. Good. I hope so. Now, remember, no more Indians. They are Indians and they are our brothers. All right. That'll be all for today. See you tomorrow. Very nice, Kathy. Dr. Williams, I didn't see you. I was standing at the door, watching you beg them to open their hearts a little. Come on outside to the wagon, Kathy. I have something to show you. All right. What is it? Over here. There. What do you think of this little sleeping beauty, huh? A little girl. Oh, she's beautiful. Kathy, what I have to say now is going to surprise you. I want you to take this child. Take him? You mean adopt him? But what about her parents? Chill, Kathy. No one to turn to now. You see, this child is just an orphan. Let's see now, Mr. Lawson. Give me a sack of flour. A sack of flour. Uh-huh. And a bag of sugar. Sugar. And oh, I'm going to need some... Oh, Dr. Williams. Hello, Kathy. Oh, I'm so glad you came in. You know that little girl you brought to the school. I think I can take her now. Kathy, it's too late. Dr. Williams, what do you mean? A couple finally came along and asked for the child. He turned out to be a whiskey trader. Oh, no. During the drunken brawl, the child was killed. Katherine was badly shaken. The news of the child's death preyed constantly on her mind. In a way, she blamed herself. Constantly haunted by the tragedy and her sense of guilt, she resolved to dedicate the rest of her life to provide a home for orphans. She returned to Mariette, Ohio. There with $200, her life savings, Katherine Faye made the first payment on a little farm, and then she paid a visit to the poor house. And so, Mr. Grimes, I want to take some of the children from this poor house and give them a real home. Well, now, that's a unique request, Miss Faye. Orphans have always been put in the poor house. They are a pauper, you know. Oh, please. Could I see the children? All right. But, uh, remember now. I promise you nothing. Follow me. Wait a minute. I'll open this door. Oh, I can hardly see. It's so dark. They're right over here. Here, children. Here, children. Over here. Be quick now. What's that? Oh, that's just the old man. He's insane. You mean you have people like that in here with the children? Well, he won't hurt them. He's trained. He's trained. He's trained. He's trained. He's trained. He's trained. He's trained. He's trained. He's trained. He's trained. He's trained. Come on, children. Come on. No. Yes, Mr. Grimes. Yes, Mr. Grimes. They have no shoes. They're running around barefoot. Freedom's good here. There's any place in the country better than most. Hello. What's your name? Please tell me your name. Nancy. Nancy. Oh, that's a pretty name. Oh, Mr. Grimes, please. I beg of you. Let me take a picture of you. Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll give you. Let me take some off them. Oh, I'll have to speak to the trustees about it first. Meanwhile, pick out those you want. Pick the me lady. Take me. I want a gun too. Lady, please. Oh, Mr. Grimes, I can't pick them. It's like shopping in the store. Oh, I can take care of nine. You choose any nine and send them to me. All right. You'll get the same. Keep firm as we do. One dollar a week per child. Thank you, sir. I'll keep the money. Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. one dollar a week for trial and so a young woman called kathryn faye began her home for orphaned children but she had undertaken more than she thought she's crazy that woman taking all those brats from the poor house believe me we can expect trouble when they begin to mingle with that woman getting a dollar a week for keeping each of those kids your dollar my dollar happy birthday happy birthday thank you children beautiful it's the most beautiful birthday cake i've ever seen and here any katey look right out of our garden why does that have previous law and we're gonna play more true children thank you you've made me very happy who baked the cake did you gave it no i don't know how who had someone like to make it it's not the you like that i remember this is the first day of the day remember hope jay net father must have been a wonderful man to show you how to make such a beautiful cake and a bit of it maybe he would like to take to happen i don't think it would be send them kids back to the poor house that's where they come from and that's where they belong but just a moment we won't support no child we are going to make you rich with our tax i don't know what you're talking about right lady we're going to give you a little warning i'm on me it's all right back to the jerry to take now at the plate but then and not something about it well know they couldn't need that collective try to some baby don't come back baby did read i heard It's all right, David. We can plan again. We'll plan another garden. The news of what happened gradually reached a few sympathetic people. With the little money she managed to collect, Catherine Fay decided to enlarge the home. And by 1860, it was completed. By 1861, it was desperately needed. The Civil War had begun. Soldiers left Ohio and did not return. Widows were left with children they could not support. Could you take my baby? The father was just killed. This little fellow's about either his pants. It's either the poor house or you, Miss Fay. I'd like to leave her with you, Miss. Don't know whether I'll be coming back from this campaign. You know how it is. But I sure don't want her sent to the poor house, and I know her mother wouldn't have wanted that. No, but I have no room. I've almost 60 children now. She's a good girl, Miss. Please, ma'am, then I can rest. All right. Bring her to me tomorrow. Dear God, dear Bonn, for God who's been so good to me, give me help. Let me not now be alone. Let me bear the burden of these times well. But, dear God, give me help and strength. And now we return to our cavalcade play, A Woman's Way, starring Patricia Neal as Catherine Fay. The time, 1864. Although the Civil War itself did not reach Ohio, its human aftermath did. For in the house she founded for orphans near Marietta, Ohio, Catherine Fay is taking care of over 60 homeless children. Oh, stop that wagon. Whoa, whoa, boy. Yes, soldier? Is that your horse, ma'am? Huh? And her name is Toby, if you're interested. You'll have to give it up. Hoarders, we're taking all the horses for the army. Toby? In the cavalry? Sorry, ma'am, but you'll have to get down. I will not. I'm headed to the mill to get flour for my children and I intend to get there. Get down, miss. I'm unhitching her. Stop that. Do you hear me? Stop that. Let it be, soldier. Unless you're mind your own business. All right, I will. Move over, Miss Fay. Watch out, soldier. Get up, girl. Come on. Come on, girl. Come on. I don't know how to thank you, Miss Fay. My name's Ewing. And mine is? I know, Miss Fay. If you'll pardon me saying so, driving this cart is not a woman's work, especially these days. But it's work which must be done. Well, I live nearby. This is my discharge. I've got some time on my hands. Might I help you occasionally? Why, thank you, Mr. Ewing. Yes, that would be very nice indeed. Come on, girl. Get up. Mr. Ewing. Mr. Ewing. Be careful. You'll fall off that ladder. You can't have it rain on the children, Miss Fay. Besides, I don't fall off ladders. Who said he with a small, brave voice? Oh, watch out. Watch out, Mr. Ewing. Mr. Ewing. Mr. Ewing. Are you all right? Are you hurt? Shall I take you to the doctor? No, I'm not hurt. At least I don't think so. And yet... And yet what, Mr. Ewing? And yet this does seem a little like heaven, Miss Fay. Heaven, Mr. Ewing? Yes. For strangely, I have the feeling that I'm looking into the face of an angel. As the year advances, October's red becomes winter's white, and new faces appear, young faces, faces at the door hoping for a home to live in and a life to live. And the door is never closed. Finally, with the home overcrowded and funds pitifully scarce, Katherine Fay knows what she must do. And, Miss Fay, I've come to Columbus to ask your aid. Miss Fay, orphans of all have been cared for, but the poor house... Some of the children belong to soldiers who've gone off to fight and die. Surely the children deserve something better from their country. Please, Senator, we need your help. Well, I'll try, Miss Fay. It isn't easy to change men's ways. I don't think the legislature would vote funds for a separate orphan home, even if I submitted such a bill. But, uh, I'll try. Oh, Miss Fay, I'm glad you're back. Oh, thank you, Mr. Ewing. Oh, my, what a wonderful trip. Senator Noles was even kinder than I'd expected. He's going to present a bill. Isn't that the most... Miss Fay, please, just a moment. What's the matter? Is something wrong? Nancy is ill. Very ill. Ill? But she was all right when I left. We have to be very careful. All the children have been exposed to her. Exposed to what? What is it? Deferior. Hey, Katie. Yes, Nancy. My throat. My throat is so dry. It burns. Better give her some more water. Okay, dear. Hit this. Now, slowly, darling. Slowly. There. I'm scared, Katie. We're here with you, dear. Oh, Mr. Ewing, five of our children ill. When will it stop? When will it stop? Water. Water. Dear Nancy. Water. What's her fever? 105 an hour ago. Her pulse is very weak. And Katie? Just rest, Nancy. We're here. It's so dark. The poor house is so dark. Nancy. Mother, you've come. You've come to take me back. Nancy, darling, the door is locked. Mother. I love the apple tree. And Katie. Nancy. Oh, Nancy. Come. You can do no more for her. I'll stay with her for a minute, Mr. Ewing. Just for a minute. Miss Fay. Oh, hello, Mr. Ewing. It's getting dark. Far too cold for you out here. Tired? Yes. Tired. And sad. Well, it's all over now, Miss Fay. The others are all well again. Thanks to you. Thanks to you too, Mr. Ewing. I don't think I'll ever forget what you've done. Strange, that day we met. Little did I think how much it would change my life. Catherine. Yes? I love you, Catherine. And I need you. If there is love in your heart. Love? For you? Much love, Mr. Ewing. Will you marry me? Oh, I don't know. Oh, there's so many things to think about. With the children. But to also have your own life to live. Your own happiness. The children are more important than my happiness. Important? Of course, but you can't use them as a shield to your own life. Catherine, you must think of yourself as a woman, as a mother, to have children of your own. I do have children of my own. No, no, Catherine, you don't. Mr. Ewing, if the way I live my life bothers you. Catherine, don't. Then no one's asking you to stay. You're free to leave, Mr. Ewing. That's the way you want it, Miss Fane. I will. What's the matter, Auntie Katie? Nothing, David. But it must be something. You don't laugh anymore. You don't play with us like you used to. Oh, I'll be all right, David. Tell us, Auntie Katie. Is it something we've done? Children. Children. I'm ill. I must go to my room. Auntie Katie! Copper, copper up the stairs. I'll go to the well for some water. Hello there, David. Mr. Ewing, you've come back. Quick, Auntie Katie is sick. Upstairs, hurry. Cathy. Mr. Ewing. Oh, Mr. Ewing. Cathy, I couldn't stay away. I had to come back to tell you, to tell you how much I love you. How much I need you. Oh, my dear Mr. Ewing, I need you too. There was a great emptiness, Mr. Ewing. A very great emptiness. I should never have left. Here is some water, Auntie Katie. I'll help you, David. And there was a letter in the box, too. It's from Senator Nose. Oh, open it, please. Later, Cathy. No, no, now, please. All right. My dear Miss Fay, I have presented the bill we spoke of and regret to say that it fails to pass. Fails? Please know that I have done all I can. Faithfully, Samuel S. Knowles. Fail? Fail, that? I can understand it. Catherine, there's nothing that... Oh, they've just got to see that these children cannot be. Mr. Ewing, why didn't I think of it sooner? Of course it's the only thing to do. What? I'll go to Columbus, the state legislature, and address them myself. And so finally, Catherine Fay carried the fight she had begun so long ago to the floor of the state legislature at Columbus. To be refused the love that every child must have. The faces of the legislators, a blur before her eyes. The great horror which had heard the rough voices of politicians, now resounding to the warm tones of her brief appeal. I've done all I can. Now I must enlist your aid. I beg of you to pass this bill which will give orphans real homes of their own. Think only of your own, mothers and fathers, and you will find the answer in your heart. I propose a voice vote on this bill. Second it. You have heard the motion. All those in favor say aye. Aye. Opposed? The ayes have it. The bill is passed. Mrs. Catherine Fay Ewing, do you think I might drive you home? Oh, Mr. Ewing. Oh yes, Mr. Ewing. That would be very nice indeed. All thanks to Patricia Neal and the Cavalcade players for tonight's story, A Woman's Way. And now Bill Hamilton speaking for the DuPont Company. In western Colorado, there lives a man who learned the meaning of freedom the hard way. His name is Clement Auden. Born in Belgium, Mr. Auden went to work in the coal mines there when he was 11, working 14 hours, six days a week, and earning 18 cents a day. The work was hard and slow because miners had to break the coal loose with hand picks. Twelve years later, Mr. Auden was earning 70 cents a day, but he was still far from satisfied. There was a great ambition within him. So in 1904, with $10 borrowed from his mother, he set out for the United States. And in time, he went to work in a mine in Colorado, saving his money bit by bit, until he had enough to buy a small herd of dairy cattle and a ranch. At four o'clock every morning, Mr. Auden rode his pony to work in the mines and returned at night to pitch hay by lantern light. In winter, he mended shoes for the other miners. Saving slowly but steadily, Mr. Auden was able to begin his own mining operation in 1932. And today, his mine, called Hawks Nest, and owned jointly with his sons Ralph, Abel, and Clem, Jr., is one of the best and most productive in the region. In his lifetime, Mr. Auden has seen many changes come to the men who dig coal beneath the earth's surface. New safety, new leisure, new prosperity, new hope. At the root of these changes was freedom, the freedom of courageous men to make their dreams come true. For under this system of freedom came developments that made mining easier and more productive. Conveyor belts that carried the coal to the surface, and improved explosives that increased productivity, just to name only two. DuPont is proud to have had a part in this progress by the development of dynamites and other explosives that are among the DuPont Company's better things for better living through chemistry. Tonight's DuPont Cavalcade was written by Robert S. Green and was based on Three Pioneer Women in American Education in Washington County, Ohio, by Nina Rowland. Original music was composed by Arden Cornwell, conducted by Donald Borey. The program was directed by John Zoller. Patricia Neal is now appearing in MGM's Washington Story, photographed on DuPont motion picture film by John Alton, A.S.C. This is Cy Harris. Remind you to be with us next week when the DuPont Cavalcade presents the gig of the Saginaw, a powerful sea story of the men of Midway Island, our star, Gary Merrill. The DuPont Cavalcade of America came to you tonight from the Velasco Theater in New York City and is sponsored by the DuPont Company of Wilmington, Delaware, makers of better things for better living through chemistry.
