SAME SCENE:--DIBBS discovered by secretaire, large sword in
hand, and polishing it with emery cloth, L.
DIBBS. "If I fall," says Mr. Bellamy to me--"If I fall,
Dibbs, tell everybody I know that my last thought was of
them--whoever they may be--those I _don't_ know tell them
that my last thought _would_ have been of them had I lived to
have the opportunity of an introduction!" Poor young man! I
shall miss him, for he often gave me tips. (Wipes eyes with
emery cloth.)
Enter FRED, L. U. E.
FRED. Why do you weep, my boy?
DIBBS. I was a thinking, sir, that this very sword I now
hold in my hand might be run through your _internals_ before
I had time--Oh! It would break my heart! (Weeping again.)
FRED (much affected). Be brave, my lad, be brave!
DIBBS (boo-hoo-ing very loudly). Before I had time to get
a good polish on it!
FRED. Those ancient implements won't do. I shall have to
borrow better ones somewhere. Leave off polishing them.
Enter SELWYN disguised in blue spectacles, slouch hat,
etc. R. 2 E.
DIBBS. Oh! the governor's got on gig-lamps!
SEL. (hastily removing spectacles). Yes! My eyes are weak.
(Aside.) Disguise is necessary--or one of the vampires might
have recognized me.
FRED. Selwyn, when I'm challenged by this Irish tiger where
shall I find seconds?
SEL. I don't mind being one.
FRED. Two will be wanted.
DIBBS. Well, sir, if there's any difficulty at the last
minute, and sooner than spoil the sport, you can count on _me_
as No. 2.
FRED. You! You impertinent imp. Get out! Now, to borrow
these swords--where's my hat? I shall only be gone about
ten minutes--I'll take Selwyn's. (Exit FRED, L. U. E., with
SELWYN'S hat, unseen by him.)
SEL. I have been thinking how strange it was that both Fred
and the Irish captain declared I wasn't Grace's father! I had
indulged myself in that belief for many years at any rate! Can
there be anything in it?
Enter BLITHERS, C.
BLITH. Where is he?
DIBBS. It's Tompkins!
SEL. Tompkins, the duellist!
BLITH. Excuse my third visit, but I beg to remind you that
I have not got it yet.
SEL. The hat? I forgot all about it, in my many troubles!
(Aloud.) Sir, permit me to apologize; it is my fault alone! (To
DIBBS.) Where's his hat?
DIBBS. I'll go and look for it, sir. The old cough-drop
don't mean to go without his _kady_! (Exit DIBBS to FRED'S room,
L. 2 E.)
BLITH. (aside). Poor young man, I treated him too harshly!
But it was all a misunderstanding! (To SELWYN.) You quite
comprehend, don't you? The gentleman _said_ he was already
engaged to my girl; that's why I consented. You are _sure_
you understand?
SEL. (aside). I can't say I do--but that's a detail.
BLITH. So I have come back to see him--besides, I want
my hat.
SEL. (aside). He seems very fond of his old headgear.
DIBBS (entering). Not there, sir!
BLITH. Dear! Dear! How unfortunate! My girl made me
promise not to come back this time until I could bring her
some good news.
SEL. (to DIBBS). Look in the other rooms.
DIBBS. Yes, sir.
(Exit DIBBS, R.
SEL. Do you set much value on your loss?
BLITH. My daughter's happiness is at stake!
SEL. (aside). His daughter's happiness concerned in the
recovery of his old hat! (Aloud.) Ah! Been in the family a
long time? I suppose a kind of heirloom?
BLITH. I never knew a man termed an heirloom before!
SEL. I am speaking of your hat.
BLITH. Oh! I was referring to Fred.
SEL. Fred!
BLITH. The poor child has opened her heart to me--and says
she has written to him, asking him to seek me out, but he
seems to deny all knowledge of the letters.
SEL. The letters? (A suspicion crossing his mind.)
BLITH. The messenger says he gave them to a servant here.
(Goes, L.)
Enter DIBBS.
SEL. (aside). Messenger! Letters! It is getting worse and
worse! This Tompkins must be the father of the girl Lottie
who wrote to me!
DIBBS (re-entering, C.). No signs, sir!
BLITH. (to DIBBS). Oh! Do you know anything, young man, of
any letters left here to-day? (DIBBS looks across at SELWYN,
who is making signs to him.)
BLITH. Why don't you listen?
DIBBS. The master was making signs----
SEL. (angrily). Making signs! I? (Makes more signs.) Bosh!
BLITH. The letters were addressed to Mr. Frederick Bellamy
and came from a young lady----
SEL. (aside). More proof! This _must_ be my incognita's
parent!
DIBBS. Oh! Yes! I took them in right enough! (To SELWYN,
who continues to gesticulate.) What's the matter, sir? Is it
_fits_ coming on?
SEL. (aside). I should like to strangle him!
BLITH. (to DIBBS). What did you do with them?
DIBBS (pointing to SELWYN). I gave them to the governor!
SEL. To me!! (Aside.) Get out, or I will discharge you!
DIBBS (aside). More of it! This is a good-tempered family!
(Exit, L. U. E.)
BLITH. (to SELWYN). Then _you_ must have opened them?
SEL. Not exactly--but of course----(embarrassed.)
BLITH. Not that it will matter now the wedding is so soon
to come off!
SEL. (aside). He thinks I can marry his daughter!
BLITH. I shall be glad to see her settled!
SEL. (aside). He will see me settled soon! (Aloud.) Would you
mind stepping into the library?--we can continue our explanation
there. (Aside.) Anything to prevent his meeting my wife!
BLITH. Certainly! (Exeunt SELWYN and BLITHERS, R. 2 E.)
Enter FRED, with pistol case; he puts hat on table, L.
FRED. I couldn't get any good swords, but my friend Dawkins
has lent me a couple of capital pistols. As I was the challenged
party I have the choice of weapons. By Jove! I will do a little
practicing before the glass to see if my hand's steady.
(Exit FRED into his room, L. 2 E.
Enter MRS. SELWYN, L. U. E.
MRS. S. From an upper window I just observed Sam cross the
road and come sneaking into his own house with blue spectacles
on! Why? There's a mystery in the air that I mean to fathom--for
the wife who would allow her husband to have a secret all to
himself does not deserve to have a mother to instruct her in
the wicked ways of the male sex in general, and married men
in particular! (Sits, R.)
Enter GRACE, L. U. E.
GRACE. Oh! mamma, something dreadful is going to happen
through that awful quarrel! Dibbs is polishing up two swords
and whistling the "Dead March in Saul" in a way that makes my
blood run cold! (Sits on sofa.)
MRS. S. _He's_ in it, too! Only let a man make up his mind
to deceive his wife--and everything masculine from a boy in
buttons to a Judge on the bench will lend him a hand! They
are _all_ in the swim, and they know it! My child, it would
be far better for you to give up this idea of wedded bliss!
GRACE. I know, mamma, everybody knows--marriage is a lottery.
MRS. S. For the men--yes! but for the women--no! You can't
call a thing a lottery when there are _no_ prizes at all;
it then becomes a mere swindle!
GRACE. Oh, mamma! You always go on like this when papa
grumbles at your bonnet bill.
Enter DIBBS quickly, with card, L. U. E.
DIBBS. Oh, sir, here's the young lady!--(putting card behind
him and giving little whistle.) Whew!--the missus!
MRS. S. What? (To GRACE.) Go to your room, Grace; I want
to talk to Dibbs.
(Exit GRACE, R. 2 E.
MRS. S. Now, Dibbs, what is that in your hand?
DIBBS. Nothing, mum. (Producing hand from behind back,
empty.)
MRS. S. The other one?
DIBBS (passing card from hand to hand behind him). Same, mum!
MRS. S. Both together! (Business, etc.) Ah! I thought so!
(Taking card from him.) You may go--stop--(reading card.)
Show the lady up, and not a word of warning to her that
she will meet _me_ instead of your master. If you breathe a
syllable to her you shall be discharged. Keep whistling all
the while go that I may know you are not telling her. (DIBBS
whistles Dead March and goes off slowly; he is heard in the
distance as if he went downstairs. The sound becomes louder
as he returns with lady.)
Enter DIBBS, followed by MISS LOTTIE BLITHERS; she is a
showily-dressed young lady of prepossessing appearance.
MRS. S. (to DIBBS, who continues to whistle). That will do!
(Exit DIBBS.
MISS B. Pardon my intrusion, madam, but I have called
respecting a gentleman residing here.
MRS. S. Indeed!
MISS B. I have written to him more than once, but received
no answer.
MRS. S. Recently?
MISS B. To-day.
MRS. S. (recollecting the letter of Act I.). Written
here--was your letter signed "Lottie"?
MISS B. Yes. It's my name. I have placed myself in a false
position, and I want my husband at once to release me from it.
MRS. S. Have you brought him with you?
MISS B. No--I am here to find him!
MRS. S. To find him! (Aside.) That letter was _not_ for Fred,
but for Sam, after all. (Aloud.) When did you last see him?
MISS B. Last night.
MRS. S. (aside). So he took advantage of my short absence!
(Aloud.) Madam, I am loath to hurt your feelings, but I fear
that you have been imposed upon by a _married man_!
MISS B. Married! Oh! I see now why he pretended our
union must be kept secret from the world! I am a wretched
woman! (Sobbing, sits L.)
MRS. S. I, too, have been blinded, but we will unmask the
traitor between us. Step in here!
MISS B. Oh! I could tear his eyes out!
MRS. S. That I could never allow you to do. I want to do
it myself!
(Exit MISS BLITHERS into room, L.
MRS. S. (locking door). Now to confront the double-dyed
deceiver! He shall not know I have learnt all his perfidies!
I know I have him firmly on the hook--and I will play with
him in order to watch his struggles! He comes, the wretch!
Enter SELWYN, R. 2 E., looking very anxious; seeing his
wife he assumes a sickly sort of smile.
SEL. So glad you are here, dearest!
MRS. S. (confronting him, severely). You told me Lottie's
letter was _not_ for you.
SEL. Lot--Lottie! (Nervously).
MRS. S. I speak plainly, do I not? Lottie--_you_ know Lottie?
SEL. Yes! I know--or I did know--a lot of Lotties--but all
at a respectful distance--and a very long while ago.
MRS. S. I refer to last night only!
SEL. (aside). Done for! She's found me out! (Aloud.) Last
night? Let me see--where was I last night?
MRS. S. No doubt where you have often been before.
SEL. (aside). She means the "Geranium." Yes, my dear,
I _have_ been there before--but alone! always alone!
MRS. S. Samuel! Elaborate lies are useless--She's here now!
Yes, she came for _you_ and saw _me_!
SEL. (feebly). Appearances _may_ be against me, but----
MRS. S. No excuses! If you don't make a full confession of
everything you did last night, never hope to be forgiven. I have
only to open that door, and _she_ will give me a full account
herself, but I prefer to hear it from _your_ guilty lips! Go on!
SEL. (with an effort). Well, Bella! Last night, feeling
lonely, I wandered down Knightsbridge way, and dropped in on
Dobbinson--and that's all! (Pulling up suddenly.)
MRS. S. That's _not_ all! Shall I open the door?
SEL. (anxiously). No! no! Well, after dinner, feeling unwell,
the salmon had disagreed with me, I think--I started to walk
home--and--and--that's all!
MRS. S. (sternly). Go on, sir!
SEL. (piteously). I was near the Marble Arch when I heard
footsteps behind me--female footsteps--I turned and beheld a
lady--so--I--I--hastily fled--and that's all!
MRS. S. Sir! It is _not_ all!
SEL. Isn't it? If you know so much about it, why ask me?
MRS. S. I mean to make you feel ashamed of yourself! Go on!
SEL. She asked me the way to Ludgate Hill--and that _is_ all!
MRS. S. (sternly). Go on!
SEL. Nearly all! I directed her--and I won't deny (for
I scorn evasion!) that I even accompanied her as far as
Piccadilly! And there I left her, and if that isn't all may
I be----
MRS. S. You _will_ be--no doubt! I have heard enough of
your miserable confession. (Giving key.) Now open the door,
and let the creature go about her business! You will never be
left alone again! Never so long as I live! (Going, R.)
SEL. (taking key, crossing L., and with great hesitation
opening door). This is torture! Step this way, please Miss!
FRED appears at open door, L.
SEL. Fred!
MRS. S. Fred! Oh! I have locked the hussy in with _him_!
Where is the young woman?
FRED. Oh! _She's_ all right! Had a cry at first, but I soon
consoled her! Don't look astonished--it's all correct--we have
been alone together before!
MRS. S. (to SELWYN). You hear! A nice character you have
picked up!
Enter BLITHERS, C., still with hat.
MRS. S. Mr. Tompkins!--I cannot stay here to be degraded
in the presence of a poet! (Exit MRS. SELWYN, R. 2 E.)
BLITH. (to FRED). Welcome, son-in-law! Welcome! Come to
my arms!
FRED. Oh! Father-in-law!
SEL. (aside). They have made it up!
BLITH. My girl has confessed that she loves you--and you
alone--she never cared for that Captain Katskill.
FRED. I knew she didn't!
SEL. (aside). Oh! So Fred knew Lottie all this while!
BLITH. When will you be married?
FRED. Oh, we've arranged all that!
SEL. Fred's going to marry her!--oh!
BLITH. We had better make haste back to her--for she was
rather impatient.
FRED. No occasion--she's here!
SEL. (aside). He saved my life!--In common justice I ought
to tell him. (Taking him aside.) Pause before you link yourself
with this man's daughter. _She_ is the girl I had supper with
last night.
FRED (leaping upon SELWYN and pinning him on chair).
Calumniator!
BLITH. Hullo! This _is_ a sudden out-break!
SEL. (half choked). Let--go--my--throat!
FRED. Confess you have slandered her!
BLITH. Slandered whom? (Dodging round them.)
SEL. Yes! Yes! Anything you like! (FRED releases SELWYN,
who then produces letters.) But look at those proofs.
FRED. Lottie's letters (kisses them) to me.
SEL. To _you_? Who is Lottie, then?
BLITH. My daughter! Of course!
SEL. Your daughter? Then who the devil is in _that_ room?
(Going to door meets LOTTIE BLITHERS.) _This_ is not the
young woman _I_ met--this is not _my_ Lottie! (LOTTIE crosses
to FRED.)
FRED. No! She's _mine_. It's all serene, don't worry
yourself! (Putting arm round her waist.)
SEL. But I _do_ worry myself--and it is _not_ all serene--for
I _have just confessed to my wife_!
FRED. Well?
SEL. Well! And I shouldn't have done so if I hadn't thought
the _real_ girl I met was in that room--I have given myself
away, that's what I have done!
Enter DIBBS--to FRED.
DIBBS. Please, sir, here's Captain Katskill called for you!
FRED. I had forgotten my duel!
BLITH. _You_ in a duel!
SEL. Oh! It can be arranged now! (BLITHERS crosses to C.)
DIBBS. Come in, Captain Catstail!
Enter CAPTAIN KATSKILL.
CAPT. K. Oh! I thought _you_ were alone! (Going towards
BLITHERS.) Mr. Selwyn, allow me to explain.
SEL. Selwyn! No, you mean Tompkins.
FRED. Tompkins? No--you mean Blithers!
CAPT. K. (to BLITHERS). Are _you_ not Mr. Selwyn?
BLITH. Certainly not!
SEL. How many more times? _I_ am Mr. Selwyn. (Turning to
BLITHERS.) Are you not Tompkins?
BLITH. No!
CAPT. K. By the piper who refused to play before Moses,
I see it all!
SEL. And I see nothing but a fearful fog? (Taking hat
which FRED has placed upon table, L.) Since you turn out _not_
to be Tompkins!
DIBBS. Oh! So the old cuckoo ain't Tompkins at all!
SEL. (hat in hand). Isn't this yours? (Crosses to BLITHERS.)
BLITH. Emphatically--No!
SEL. Then it wasn't _you_ I--(making gesture of fighting)
last night?
BLITH. No!
SEL. (threateningly). Then what the devil do you mean by
allowing me to apologize.
BLITH. How could I help it?
SEL. _You_ have got _my_ hat, though!
BLITH. I've been here with it three or four times. I'm glad
to get rid of it! (SELWYN snatches it, and goes up leaving
other hat in his hand.)
CAPT. K. (to BLITHERS). Sir, I made a formal request of you,
this morning.
BLITH. Stop! _That's_ my hat! (Taking hat quickly from
CAPT. KATSKILL'S hand.)
CAPT. K. Your's? Then it was _you_ who gave me the "oner?"
BLITH. Not that I am aware of, my good young man!
SEL. (aside). Last night seems to have been very pugilistic.
CAPT. K. I was standing outside my club, after giving a
farewell supper to some bachelor friends, when my hat was
rudely knocked off!
BLITH. Not by _me_, sir, I assure you.
DIBBS (aside). The mixture as before! They want _me_ to
help 'em again! (Taking hat that SELWYN gave to BLITHERS.)
This is _your_ hat, I think, Captain?
CAPT. K. Yes, how did you get it, you spalpeen?
DIBBS. Well, sir, to tell the truth it wasn't this gent
(pointing to BLITHERS) who boxed you, but _this_ one! (Pointing
to SELWYN.)
SEL. (aside). Oh! That damned boy will be the death of me!
DIBBS (aside to SELWYN). All right, sir. The milingtary
gent's in love with Miss Grace, so you are safe!
SEL. Is he? Then my life may be spared!
CAPT. K. (threateningly). So, sir, it was you!
SEL. Yes! But we will not resume our fistic
encounter--remember, I am your future father-in-law! (Aside.) He
may as well have Grace now that's Fred's got another flame!
CAPT. K. The Katskills of Kilkenny _never_ bear malice!--Your
hand!
SEL. Don't mention it! (They go up, C.)
DIBBS (down, L.). I knew I could get things straight!
Enter MRS. SELWYN and GRACE.
MRS. S. Painful as it is to go into these family matters
before _you_, Mr. Tompkins. (Addressing BLITHERS.)
BLITH. I beg your pardon--_Blithers_!
SEL. (coming down C. to MRS. SELWYN). Yes,
dear--Blithers--you are mixing things up!
MRS. S. Well, Blithers, if you wish--my husband's conduct
last night with this Miss--I do not know her name----
FRED. (Bringing LOTTIE forward). Mrs. Bellamy!
MRS. S. (astonished). Mrs. Bellamy!
SEL. (to MRS. SELWYN). I told you, dear, you were mixing
things up!
MRS. S. (to SELWYN). But, Samuel, you confessed to me you
met this lady----
SEL. I never saw her in all my life!
FRED. Certainly not _last_ night, for _I_ was with her the
whole evening!
BLITH. I can testify to the truth of that!
MRS. S. Are you conspiring to deceive me?
SEL. No, my dear. The fact is, I may have _appeared_ to have
been rather in a hobble, but it was all assumed--all put on,
my dear. Every bit of it, and if _you_ don't understand it, I
do, and so don't make yourself ridiculous before visitors--but
give your consent to the Captain having our little Gracie!
GRACE. Oh! dear papa!
CAPT. K. (to GRACE). Me jewel!
MRS. S. I certainly _don't_ understand it, but I suppose
it's all right?
SEL. Perfectly, my dear! It was that stupid Dibbs who was
at the bottom of it all to begin with.
DIBBS (indignantly). Me! (Down, L.)
SEL. (winks). Yes! I thought at first of discharging him,
but I have decided to give him another chance, and a rise in
his wages. (Bringing BLITHERS and CAPTAIN KATSKILL down C.,
and aside to BLITHERS.) How did _you_ become possessed of
my head-gear?
BLITH. Well, as you took mine from Mr. Dobbinson's hat-stand
what was I to do?
SEL. (to CAPTAIN KATSKILL). How did the name of Tompkins
get into _your_ chimney-pot, Captain?
CAPT. K. It's my _hatter's_ name--not mine!
SEL. (to MRS. SELWYN). There, my dear, _now_ I hope that
you are satisfied?
MRS. S. Partly! But there still seem one or two things not
quite clear. How was it that _you_ said----
SEL. (appealing to all). Now she's mixing it again! _You_
explain, my friends! (Group C., all speak at once to MRS.
SELWYN.)
FRED. } I fell in love with Lottie----
LOTTIE. } We were married on the sly, so----
CAPT. K. } Explain, is it? Listen a while, Madam----
MRS. S. Stop! I understand!
SEL. Bella understands, (coming C.) so that's all
right. (Aside.) It's more than I do. (Aloud.) The question
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two road agents, holds up the Overland Limited. Ongua, an Indian
also a Harvard man who was basely treated by Royce while at
Cambridge, is aware of his connection with the hold-up. What
the road agents do and how Royce is saved by the Indian is
dramatically told in this little sketch.
PRICE 25 CENTS
HIS DINNER FOR TWO
A playlet in 1 act, by Franklin Johnston. 1 male, 1 female
character. 1 interior scene. Time, about 20 minutes. The
perplexities of a young poet and his wife in financial distress.
He discovers that their very last possible dinner is barely
sufficient for one. To make sure that his wife shall have it
alone, he pretends to have an engagement with friends. She,
unaware of his self-denial, gets a little jealous of his
preferring the society of friends and leaving her alone. He
suddenly obtains lucrative employment and returns to tell her
of it. A mere sketch, but admirably elaborated, and a charming
analysis of individual character.
PRICE 15 CENTS
A CHANCE AT MIDNIGHT
A dramatic episode in 1 act, by Charles Stuart. 2 males, 1
female, and a non-speaking part for a five-year-old child. 1
interior scene. Time, 25 minutes. A powerful, dramatic sketch,
wherein is told how a scoundrel attempts to blackmail a wife,
and is foiled by an escaped convict.
PRICE 25 CENTS
THE COON AND THE CHINK
A vaudeville sketch in 1 act, by Walter Carter. 2 male
characters. 1 simple interior scene. Time, about 20 minutes
if played straight, or longer according to dancing or singing
specialties which may be introduced. This is a very bright
dialogue between a negro and a Chinaman.
PRICE 25 CENTS
A SUCCESSFUL FAILURE
A vaudeville sketch in 1 act, by George M. Rosener. 2 male,
1 female character. 1 simple interior scene. Time, about 45
minutes. A very clever little skit in which the pathetic and
humorous are happily blended. The role of Lindy, the reporter,
offers great scope for a bright, vivacious actress.
PRICE 25 CENTS
A GENTLE TOUCH
A vaudeville sketch in 1 act, by Katharine Kavanaugh. 1
male, 1 female character. 1 interior scene. Time, about 30
minutes. Costumes modern. A very bright little cross-fire
sketch between a retired major and a jolly soubrette.
PRICE 15 CENTS
A VAGABOND COUPLE
A vaudeville sketch in 1 act, by James Sweimler. 2 male
characters. 1 plain interior scene. Time, about 20 minutes. A
screamingly funny character sketch with opportunity for songs
and specialties.
PRICE 15 CENTS