Dangerously Your, Dangerously Yours, a half hour of romance and adventure, brought to you at this time each Sunday by the Bi Chemical Company and presenting today an exciting tale based on Albert Noye's famous form, The Highwayman, starring Victor Jury. I am adventure in my name, Men of Travis, the highways, the byways, the skyways of the world. I have sat with the rubber barons before their fireplaces. I have sailed with pirates in search of treasure.
I have fought beside gallant dueling for a kiss. I climb mountains and cross deserts, daring all for one great moment. I am the romantic fire that burns in the heart of youth, that makes men dream and there and conquer. I am Adventure. I am dangerously yours. The night follow me to the forests of the England of long Ago. The night we ride these forests by the side of one of the most dashing figures of legend, The Highwayman. The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees. The
moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the Purple Moor, and the highwayman came riding, riding, riding, All right, coatsman, down from the box here, now what's all this? Sorry to put you out, sir, but i'll have your purse if you don't mind, be hanged. If you will, you assured they will be if I don't. What is it? A guy? Stay in the carriage, biss Oh, good evening, mister hire woman? How
goes the night profitably? You're a spirited girl, aren't you. I'm not afraid of you if that's what you mean. You see, I'm of a poor family. There's nothing you'd steal from me, aren't you? Being rather fool hearted? Dismounting? A high woman is always safer in his saddle. Bis, Get in the carriage. Don't stand here bandying words with this fellow you're follow will be wanting to death, wondering why the coach is laid here. My highwoman, take my person. Let us go heavy purse too.
It's enough to buy your freedom and mine by yours. I'll take a kiss if you'll give it to me. She'll see you hang first. You're a highwaman, aren't you accustomed to taking what you want. I have that reputation, but I'd like to be something a little more than a highwoman to you, ah, perhaps a little less. How strange to have a man make love to you with a gun in each hand and a bag of plunder over his shoulder, and speak of asking. But since I am asking, since
you are asking, of course you must have the kiss. The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the Purple Moor, and the highwayman came riding, riding, riding. The high Woman came riding up to the old indoor, hiking a naive all around the best house. Hello Tom, having a night jam. I take it. The hunting was hunting was very good. And there's a fortune of my saddle bags that'll be on its way to island tomorrow, or fill a lot of empty Iry's stomach. Those men at the corner
table are watching, who cares. No one has ever seen the North Road high woman except in mask and hat. Who's going to link him with a slightly tipsy, very happy Cordier. You'll never know who it is, and that's the danger. But some day someone will, and then one and then the end, and lord and Lord, I did them, Fellow kissed your daughter. Not only did he steal in my first but he kissed your daughter. Well, now, sa guy, what chick chee? Look here?
I hope to make that young lady my wife some day, and I can't have her running around kissing every tom, dick and high woman in the country. And will you please ask her to hurry and dress. We should be late for Lady Catherine's ball, and I despise being lady. I'll see what I can do, shi, guy, But she has quite a costume to get into. Aren't you waiting a costume? Haven't did a taste for such? Polder off, I read a mask and that's the positive limit. I'll
go to hurry out along, Tim, hurry on along? And all right, all right, all right, yeah, oh hello father, what do you up the deck of my dress? Please? You guys in a fierce mood? Oh, funny daddy. I know he's very angry with me because I kissed the highwayman. Won't even possessed. You didn't do a thing like that. I don't know. Isn't that funny? Father? Except that even though he wore a mask, even though I knew he was abandoned, he
was someone I recognized. When I saw him, I vought why. Of course, when I used to sit by the window watching the empty road in the night, it was you I was watching for. And when I used to dream of someone's lips and someone's arms, it was your lips and your I know it sounds foolish, but it's true. That's why I kissed him. And if it said come with me, I think I would have gone. It's a bad business being in love with a highwayman. Best you can
get out of it is the worst you can get out of anything. They all come to the same end. Sooner or later. You know, sir Guy's well off. He can give you a fine home and a lot of beautiful things you'll never had. Not many girls in your position in life have the opportunity to marry so well. I no father, But those are the things I won't. Sir Guy would suffocate me. I want my life to be the way was tonight exciting and beautiful and challenging. But tonight you were
flirting with death. I mean, it's no man in England more dangerous to love than a highwayman daughter, and no man in England more exciting. I hope you'll never see him again. I pray to God you never see him again. In fact, I bid you to see him again. Tims got him, fussy, old goat. Come on, father, how do I look? For the first time since you were born? Now I wish you weren't so beautiful, But the first time since I was born. I'm glad I am. You'll never see him again. If I can help it,
You'll never see him again. Come, come, come, madieu. We're going to be late, you know, I just spise being late. Yes, the guy I know? Father? Yes? What did it be? Who is that man sitting at that corner table? Him, Sir John Langiship. I haven't you ever seen him before? He's one of the King's close associates, very promising young men. Oh why does he interest you? No? But for the moment I thought he was someone else. Good night, Father, I'll be home early. Good night, have a good time.
God. Daughter is very beautiful, Landlord. She's a beautiful amount of troubles, Sir John, that's what she is. Why why, I'll tell you why. There's said guy Bennington ready to marry her and give her a good home. And all she can talk about is that highwayman. The highwayman. Does she know the Highwaman? The rascal held up her coach tonight and kissed her. Can you imagine that? Yes? I can? And now she
fancies herself in love with him. No, I shouldn't be standing here telling you all this, She says, I talk too much, and I suppose I do. It's heavy on my mind tonight. So she's in love with the highwayman. Where has she gone? Now? She's gone to Lady Catherine's mask garade, And since sir guy has taken her up, she gets invited to all the gentry's affairs. Well, I've got to see to my guests. Can I answerve you something? No? No, I I think I
must believing. Well, good night, sir John. Come again, what you're thinking of us? Too dangerous? Johns don't suppose Lady Catherine would have welcomed highwoman. Why you can't attend a party in a mask? Too many the guests of seeing you in a mass be fun to put them to the test, John, are you tired of living? Do you look forward to dangling at the end of a rope? Danger as the frosting of a cake? Good Night, Tom, I'll see you later. You've lost your mind,
Old Tom. Only my heart he the French cock Catney's for it, and a bunch of blazon his chin, a coat of claire and velvet, and breeches a brown doe skin. They fitted with never a wrinkle. His boots were up to the thigh, and he rode with a jewel twinkle. His pistol butts a twinkle under the jewel sky. That whom shall I announce? Well, it's a masquerade, isn't it? What fun is it if you announce everyone? I'm afraid I cannot admit you unless you give me your
name? Sir? What things to me? The trouble heart? If this er gentleman does not wish to be announced, Lady Catherine? Oh and why is that, Lady Catherine? What's the point of a masquerade? If you announce who is behind each mask? Where's the intriguely the advanture? One is sure then that all the guests are friends. Were you to see my face, Lady Catherine, you'd laugh and let me in, and there'd be no mystery to the evening. Oh come, Lady Catherine, you've more spoiling blood
than that. You seem most familiar and at the same time. Most strange. For all I know, I could be letting in the highwomen. I'll not deny that. As a matter of fact, that's who I'm dressed to represent. Well, Lady Catherine, do I attend your ball masked and unannounced? You do? Since that is your pleasure? Mask and no announced? Midnight? May I have the pleasure of this horse? I have a partner. He went to get some refreshment. Then you're free for the moment,
Yes, for the moment. You're lighter than moonlight my eyes. Wasn't it rather foolish of you to come here, sir John Lancashire? Oh so you know my name? I know enough about you to hang you. Why do you say that you surely didn't think I'd forget you so quickly? Oh, that, sir guy would, Sir Guy doesn't worry me too much. Perhaps you'd better worry about me. Sir. If you think I'm going to stand by and that you rob my friends, you're fastly mistake. I'm your prisoner.
Call out, turn me over whenever you are. You so sure I won't know, but I am sure that if you do, it doesn't matter very much what happens to me. As a matter of fact, i'd advise you to call out, my dear. It would be very wise. Why because if you don't, you will be my prisoner for the rest of your life. If I turn you over, they'll kill you. If you don't, there may be a day when you'll die with me, because I'll never stay away from you. Not now, Well, my dear, I cannot
do it. God help us both. I cannot do it. Yes, sir, I would just kill again for you, sir, guy, excuse who is that man? Biss? I don't know, you don't know, you don't do It's me familiar to you at all? No, I can't if he is? Oh well, I have all a freshman's over by the window that thro those voices? What are you doing up here? By yourself? It was warm in the ball room. I wanted a breath of there. What are you doing up here? Looking for you? It's a beautiful
night, isn't it. You could almost touch the stars. This is my kingdom, and now it's yours. The world at our featen heaven, at our finger tips. Oh, my darling, this is the hour to be young and in love. That's our monamous guy here, and this is our world all about us. This I had to say it. I love you. I love you this hour and will for every hour until the end of time. My darling, My darling, it's almost midnight. There'll be unmasking soon and you'll be leaving. Oh take me with you. I can't.
I can't take you with me, not yet. It's it's too dangerous. Why do you like this? Why do you steal? You don't need the money. I do, but not for myself. I've never kept anything for myself. You see that people in this world who don't realize they have too much, just as there are people who don't realize they don't have enough, that they're dying, too young and too poor. I steal for them. Those I take from can always spare it. Do you understand? Yes?
I think I do, But it's wrong. I know it's wrong, and so do you. There must be more honorable ways you can help. Are you? Are you trying to reform me? I'd like to. I'd like to keep you safe, because you see, from tonight on my heart will be riding a high ways with you, and it's pretty vulnerable. An accident to you could kill it too. You're very sweet, there's something between us. I knew it this evening when you kissed me. It was like like
coming home. Whatever comes to one of us must come to both of us. Now it's like that, isn't it. Yes, it is like that. I wish it wasn't, but it is like that. Goodbye for the moment he's having his house. We pause now, but only freaking. The usual commercials had been omitted in this audition, and we proceed immediately with Act two of the Highwayman. The Highwayman came riding, riding, riding. The
Highwayman came riding up to the old indoor over the cobbles. He clattered and clashed in the dark inn yard, and he tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred, and he whistled a tune to the window. And who should be waiting there but the landlord's black eyed daughter. Best the landlord's daughter, gleating a dark red love knot into a long black hair. We'd better walk out by the gate down, rode away. We don't want to awaken father. If he has to waken now, I
don't think that he will. You never can do, Oh, johnath Is so long. For three weeks, I haven't hit a word from you. If I've been busy. Oh, I've been making plans. I've decided to become an honest man for you for a prize. I'm out to night, just one prize, and I'm taking it and then quitting. I've decided to buy a farm in the north. Would you like being a farmer's wife? I like being yours? Wonderful? All right, now here are my plans.
I'll have to be off now because I've a long way to ride, but i'll be here about noon tomorrow, and then we'll find a clergyman and become mister and missus farmer and that will be the end of the Highwayman, I can't believe it. Who are here? Here? Nah? What are you crying about? Maybe dreams do come true. Maybe there is something to fairy tale endings. Maybe the prince and princess do live happily ever after. I've been so frightened. I've had such dreams. I kept seeing you dead
by the roadside. Wasn't it foolish of me? Don't you know? My life is charmed? Now? Then? Just one thing more? If they pressed me sharply, I may not be able to get here during the day. If you don't see me at noon, look for me by moonlight. You'll surely come. I'll come to you by moonlight, though hell should bar the way. And now until tomorrow, goodbye, darling, until tomorrow, and darken the dark hole in yard a stable wicket creaked Where Tim the austral
listened. His face was frightened, peque his eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like moldy clay. But he loved the landlord's daughter, the landlord's red lipped daughter, dumb as a dog. He listened, and he heard the robber say, I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way. Well, Bess, well father, So John Lancashire and the highwomen are one and the same. Doesn't that sound a little ridiculous to you? Yes, but I know it's true. Tim the Ostler heard you a
while ago. He told me your whole conversation. Miss. I want you to promise that you'll never see that man again. He's bad, he's a robber, and you're a good girl. And not for the likes of him. I'm going to see that he's put in prison and you must tell me where he high. I don't know, and if I did, I wouldn't tell you. You'll have to catch him yourself. No, you'll catch him for me. He'll come to see you and then we'll have him. No, No, you can't make me do that. You wouldn't do that.
You couldn't do that. Don't you understand how I love him? It isn't love it to disease. You'll get over it in time, and then you'll fall in love with a decent, god fearing man. He's decent and god fearing and fine and honest. Don't you think i'd know if you weren't. No, you're young. Your judgment isn't worth much. Yet, Why bless your best girl. You're all I've got in the world to love. That's
why I'm doing this. Breaks my heart to her, Humbert. I know what's the right thing, and I know you'll thank me for it some day. Oh No, follow listen to me. If he dies, there's nothing in the world for me anymore. My heart would always be empty. He's the blood that causes through me and all the pain and all the joy. He's what my eyes want most to look upon, and my arms want most to embrace. He's a difference between life and death and heaven and hell.
Don't you understand if he died that I want to die. Love isn't that important, Bess? Only seem so now and then when we're young, we don't really die of it. You'll have to trust me. You'll have to believe that I know what's best for you. This pain will pass in a week or a month. Here'll be some one else in Please, please don't do this. Don't betray him. I love you, daughter, and I must. If you do, I'll despise you. I'll despise you and hate
you and lone you until I die. Good Night, Bess, I'm sorry, but I'll have to lock your door. Mother. He did not come at dawning. He did not come at noon, and out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon, when the road was a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple more. King George's men came marching, marching, marching. King George's men came marching up to the old in door. You're the landlord here, I am to where's your daughter? And she's locked in her
room? I'll take you up follow me. Man. You'll treat her kindly, won't you. She'll be all right as long as she doesn't try to escape. All right, landlord, you can wait downstairs. I'd love to stay. We'll call you every wanting, Yes, sir, tie to the foot of the bed, and pretty, wentioned? She a little dear stained. Well that's what comes of having a taste for the wrong people. Be nothing to say? No, Well, tire up for a death, watched
a gagger. I don't want to take a chance of her screaming and warning him. You would if you had the chance, wouldn't you? Yes, she bound good and tight. All right? You and Keith take your watch by that window. You shoot him from there? Well, my pretty, how about a kiss for a hard working soul too? All right, all right, you're a little peppery for my taste. How about giving her a spot of this brandy? No, I've got this gag fixed now, but
I'll have one myself. She really looks like she's keeping a watch, all right. All she needs is a gun. That's a good idea. I'll tie a gun to a chest and she'll really be a dangerous little girl, too bad of hands. Won't be free away min she makes sure work with us. Hey you are lady. Now keep good watch, now, keep good watch. And they kissed her. She heard the dead man say, look for me by moonlight. I'll come to be by moonlight. Tho hell
should bar the way. She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good, she writhed, A handle of fingers were wet, was sweat and blood. They threatst and strained in the darkness. The hours crawled by like ears till now on the stroke of midnight cold, on the stroke of midnight, the tip of one finger cussed the trigger at least was hers. The tip of one finger touched it. She strove no more for the
rest. Up she stood to attention with the bell beneath her breast. She would not twist the hearing, she would not strive again for the road. Lay bear in the moonlight, blank and bear in the moonlight, and the blood of her veins in the moonlight. Throbb'd to a love's refrain, where is he? Maybe isn't coming. Maybe someone's having a love at us. Well, if they are, it isn't her. Well, look pretty s going back to London and saying, we said all night for nothing. Maybe
he's got another love. Maybe he's not interested in this one anymore. Christen Fish, We've got to be sure it's him. We can't make a mistake ere anybody comes hate him. I couldn't mistake that figure in his taken and get him until he gets a little closer. He mustn't waste to shot. Frighten him best, he sighed, he's riding away. Come on, he's riding your world. First. First, my do he turned, He sput him westward. He did not know who stood bowed with her head or the
musket drenched with her own red blood. Not until dawn he heard it, and slowly blanched to hear how best. The landlord's daughter, the Landlord's black eyed daughter, had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there back she spread like a madman, springing a pleasure sky, the white goat, sting a brandy time blood bread way first, like golden noon wine. Red was his velvet coat. And they shudder down on the
highway, down like a dog on the highway. And he lay in his blood on the highway, with a bunch of lace at his throat, and still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, and when the moon is a ghostly gadgeon tossed upon cloudy seas, when the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple MORA highwayman comes riding, riding, riding, a highwayman. From riding up to the old inn
door. He whistled a tune to the window, and whosh, I'd be waiting there, good evening, mister Hiraman, How goes the night profitably? That depends? I'm asking for a kiss? Aren't you accustomed to taking what you want? But since I am asking, since you are asking, of course, to the whole should be waiting there? But the landlord's black eyed daughter best the landlord's daughter pleading a dark red love knot into a long black hair. I am adventure today. I've brought you the Highwayman. Next week
I will tell you a dramatic and colorful story of New York. It happened in Grammercy Square. Until then, I am dangerously Yours. The Highwayman was written for Dangerously Yours by Jeane Holloway. The music was composed and conducted by Arnold Johnson. The stars were Victor Jerry and Gertrude Warner,