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How shocking!
Mrs. T. (indignantly) Did he really say that right out in public?
Pete. He did dat, sartin'. (aside) He's got hisself in a hornet's nest now, fo' suah. Let him blow on me ag'in.
Helen. Mamma, I don't believe a word of it.
Pete. Yo' don't eh? Yo' jest ax any ob dose fellers what was 'round, an' see if dey don't tell yo' de same thing, an' justify me in keepin' up de 'spectability ob our family.
Helen. It's untrue, mamma. Pete made up every word of that story.
Mrs. T. Helen, I cannot believe it possible that Mr. Wheeler would be guilty of such indiscretion.
Pete. Dat's de way. Nobody b'lieves a word I say. I, too, is gittin' tired ob dis lack ob confidence. Some of dese mornin's yo' folks will wake up an' find dis child in de promised land.
Helen. Mamma, it's preposterous to entertain for one moment Pete's account of Mr. Wheeler's conduct.
Mrs. T. I shall interrogate Mr. Wheeler privately, and ascertain from him the truth of the matter. To be guilty of such baseness, I cannot believe it.
Miss A. It's just like the horrid men. They are not to be trusted. Ugh! But I detest them.
Re-enter Daisy, followed by Wheeler.
Daisy. Mr. Wheeler. (Wheeler bows; ladies return salutation)
Pete. (aside) Guess I'd better be leabin'!
Wheeler. Mrs. Thornton, it is with the most profound pleasure that I accept the invitation you so graciously extended to me this morning.
Pete. (aside) Listen to dat. He's puttin' dem on, now.
Wheeler. I trust my tardiness has not inconvenienced you. A business affair detained me.
Mrs. T. Not in the least. My brother-in-law, whom I desired you to meet, has not arrived yet. I cannot imagine what detained him. We expected him by the early stage, but he did not come. I fear he will disappoint us, for the last stage was due here over two hours ago. (Door bell off L. 2 E.) That must be he now.
Miss A. Oh, dear, the Deacon must not see me in this condition. (to Wheeler) Please excuse me, I'll take Fido out and give the dear little pet something to eat. He must be nearly famished.
Helen. (to Wheeler) Please excuse me, too, I have some duties to attend to.
Wheeler. (bowing) Certainly. (Exeunt Miss A. and Helen, L. 2 E. Door bell rings)
Mrs. T. Pete, answer the bell.
Pete. Yes, missus. (going)
Mrs. T. (noticing Pete's appearance) Why, what is the meaning of your being arrayed in that attire? (Wheeler smiles)
Daisy. (laughing) He imagined he was to play the host this morning and receive your guests. So he dressed himself up accordingly.
Pete. Mind your own bis'nis. Missus wasn't a talkin' to yo'.
Mrs. T. (warningly) Pete!
Pete. Well, make Daisy keep quiet. She's always meddlin' wid my affairs. Some day I'll make her wish she'd never been born.
Mrs. T. (firmly) Just as soon as you answer the bell, go to your room, change your clothing, and make yourself tidy. I want you to wait on the table at dinner.
Pete. Wait on de table? (Daisy's face wears an irritating smile)
Mrs. T. That's what I said.
Pete. (in expostulating tone) But dat's Daisy's work.
Mrs. T. No matter whose work it is, I wish you to do it.
Pete. (to Daisy) Dis is yo'r doin's. I'll pour a pitcher ob ice water down yo'r back, see if I don't. I'll git eben wid yo'. (aside) I won't wait on de table.
Mrs. T. What's that?
Pete. (quickly) I said Daisy would hab to help.
Mrs. T. Go instantly and do as I told you. (Exit Pete L. 2 E., grumbling; slams door after him. Wheeler, half smiling, crosses R. and sits. Mrs. T. sits on sofa. Daisy remains standing just R. of door L. 2 E.) I declare I don't know what to do with that boy. He's growing worse and worse. Oh, Mr. Wheeler, before I forget it, I wish to have a few minutes' talk with you after dinner about Pete's conduct toward you this morning.
Wheeler. Very well, madam, it will give me great pleasure to comply with your request.
Mrs. T. I do hope that was brother ringing. Do you know, I feel no little anxiety about this meeting.
Wheeler. I think your daughter told me that you never had met your brother-in-law?
Mrs. T. No; William, my late husband, and he were not good friends. It was the Deacon's fault. In his younger days he was too fond of the wine cup, and when William attempted to warn him of its evils, he became angry, alienated himself from my husband, and refused from that day on to have any intercourse with him whatever.
Wheeler. I think I have heard it mentioned somewhere that he is still a little too fond of the cup at times.
Mrs. T. Yes, I am sorry to say that the habit contracted in youth still clings to him. That is usually the case. But it is only on very rare occasions that he imbibes too much. I believe he is conscientious and tries to do what is right. I do hope and pray that he will not consider this a rare occasion, and may remain sober during his stay with us.
Wheeler. It is to be sincerely hoped so.
Mrs. T. This visit of his is due entirely to the exertions of my sister Amelia. She met him last year while visiting a friend of hers residing in his neighborhood. A sort of mutual attachment sprang up between them. Where it will end goodness only knows. I fear Amelia is very much in love with him.
Wheeler. Indeed!
Mrs. T. Yes, hence my anxiety that our meeting may prove a pleasant one.
Wheeler. The Deacon is not a bachelor, is he?
Mrs. T. Oh, no. He lost his wife some thirty years ago.
Wheeler. Has he no children?
Mrs. T. Only one daughter. But never refer to her in his presence. He has disowned her. She married against his wishes, and a miserable life she has led. The Deacon is very self-willed, stubborn and self-opinionated, and will listen to no reason when it clashes against his set views.
Wheeler. But, surely if one were to represent to him that his daughter was suffering and needy, he would not refuse to aid her.
Mrs. T. He would, as sure as you are living. Oh, Mr. Wheeler, I know the nobility of your character, how anxious you are to aid suffering humanity; but let me beseech you, as you value Helen's peace of mind and mine, never refer to the Deacon's daughter in his presence unless you desire to bring on a storm.
Wheeler. But——
Mrs. T. Hush, I hear him coming. (Mrs. T. and Wheeler rise)
Enter Deacon L. 2 E. Has a wearied look; still intoxicated; vest unbuttoned, coat mussed up and full of wrinkles, cravat under left ear; general condition "used up." He is followed by Billy with carpet-bag, Pete expostulating and trying to take it from him. Daisy stands near door L. 2 E.; Mrs. T. up C.; Wheeler R. 2 E.; Pete goes down L. with Billy; appears disgusted.
Deacon. (embracing and kissing Daisy) My dear, dear sister. I'm rejoiced to meet you.
Mrs. T. (advancing quickly) Brother, brother, what are you doing? That is my servant.
Deacon. (releasing Daisy) Ah, I made a mistake. My eyesight is bad. Excuse me. (embraces Mrs. T.) Tillie, I'm delighted, most supremely blest to enfold—(quickly) to have the pleasure of folding—meeting you and calling you sister. I'm most inexpressibly happy! (releases her) Yet as I compare you two, (looking first at Daisy and then at Mrs. T.) I can't refrain from saying that I think your eye for beauty far superior to my brother's. So she's your servant, is she? (looking at Daisy admiringly) She's a beauty! (to Daisy who stands smiling) Come, and let me kiss you again.
Mrs. T. (expostulating) Brother, brother! (to Daisy) Daisy, leave the room. (Exit Daisy L. 2 E., left hand over mouth, giggling)
Deacon. (in injured tone) Why, what has the poor girl done?
Mrs. T. Brother, my servants are not accustomed to have such liberties taken with them. Permit me to introduce you to Mr. Wheeler, Helen's affianced.
Deacon. (shaking hands with Wheeler) I'm delighted, sir, to know you will soon have the honor of becoming my nephew. It's quite a distinction, sir, and I hope you justly appreciate it. (Wheeler bows and returns to former position).
Pete. (to audience, pointing to Billy disgustedly) He's got wimmin's stockings on. (takes pin from coat, bends it schoolboy fashion, balances it on hand, places it on seat of chair; goes to Billy and in pantomime asks him to be seated).
Wheeler. (aside) He does not recognize me. So far my plans are working admirably.
Deacon. (to Mrs. T.; appears unsteady, speaks confidentially) Tillie, Helen's got taste. She has an eye for beauty. (looks at Wheeler) He's a fine looking fellow. (looks at Mrs. T.) Excuse me, but were you and Bill married by candle light?
Mrs. T. Why, no; certainly not.
Deacon. Did he have all his senses?
Mrs. T. (slightly irritated) Of course he did. Why do you ask?
Deacon. (perplexed) I can't understand it.
Mrs. T. Can't understand what?
Deacon. (looks at Mrs. T. a moment, then speaks with emphasis) How in the name of wonders he came to marry you and pass by that sweet, lovely being you sent out of the room.
Billy. (takes Pete's proffered seat, but instantly springs up) Oh!
Mrs. T. Why, what is the matter, Pete?
Pete. (examining chair) I dunno. I'se jest tryin' to find out. (picks up pin; conceals bent part, displaying point) Daisy nebber half dusted de chairs. Jest see, she left a pin on dat chair, an' it stuck Billy. She nebber does her work right. (lays his hand on Billy's shoulder and consoles him)
Re-enter Helen, L. 2 E.
Mrs. T. Brother, this is my daughter Helen.
Deacon. (looks at Helen) She inherits her beauty from Bill. Helen, my dear, I'm delighted to see you are so pretty. You will kiss your old uncle, won't you? I knew you would. Everything lovely admires me.
Re-enter Miss Amelia, L. 2 E.
Mrs. T. And here is my sister Amelia. But you need no introduction to her.
Deacon. Bless me, no. Miss Amelia, I'm delighted, filled with joy unspeakable to behold you again. (advances quickly with arms outstretched as though to embrace her. Miss. A. dodges him and crosses R., Mrs. T. following her and expostulating. The Deacon stops suddenly, reels and clasps hand to head) Oh, my head, my head!
Miss A. (sharply) Deacon, you're drunk.
Mrs. T. (startled; expostulating) Sister!
Miss A. Don't "sister" (imitating Mrs. T.) me! I can manage him. I never saw the man yet I was afraid of.
Pete. (aside, quickly) Dat's so; cross-eyed, bow-legged, big, little, great or small, dey's all de same to her. He's nebber been created.
Deacon. (L.) Miss Amelia, I protest, I sincerely, most emphatically protest against the injustice of your charge. I've had another sunstroke. (places hand upon brow) My head, my head! I'm—sick—deathly—sick! (advances a step C., unsteadily)
Pete. (aside) Yes, he's got de spirits yell infantum!
Miss A. You're beastly drunk. A pretty figure you must have cut, staggering along the streets, disgracing our whole family. (Deacon in front of sofa, raises his hand deprecatingly) Now, don't deny it; I'm ashamed of you.
Re-enter Daisy L. 2 E.; she stands near door.
Miss A. (sharply) Pete! (Pete trembles and seems frightened) Take him to his room, give him a hot foot bath, apply mustard plasters to both temples and back of his neck, drench him with strong soda water, wrap him in woolen blankets——
Deacon. (sinks to sofa with hopeless expression) Oh, Lord, kill me at once, and be done with it.
Wheeler. (folds arms) Triumph No. 2.
Deacon on sofa; Mrs. T. up C.; Miss A. R. 3 E.; Helen L. 2 E.; Daisy L. 2 E.; Wheeler R. 2 E.; Pete and Billy L. 1 E.
QUICK DROP.
ACT III.
Scene 1.—A street in 1st Grooves. Practicable door R., in flat. Soft music throughout scene. Time, night.
Enter Mrs. Darrah and Nellie, L. 1 E.
Nellie. (complainingly) Oh, Mamma, shall we never find papa's home?
Mrs. D. (sadly) I hope so darling, but you must be patient.
Nellie. I will, dear mamma. But I think papa was real mean to run away and leave us.
Mrs. D. Hush, my child, that is naughty. You must remember that no matter what papa does, you are still his little daughter, and must love him and be good.
Nellie. I am good, and I try to love him. But I can never love him as I love you.
Mrs. D. (embraces Nellie) Heaven bless you, my darling. You are the only treasure left me.
Wheeler. (back of scene, near door) You will attend to it, then?
Mrs. D. (starts as though bewildered) That voice! (speaks to herself. Nellie walks to L. 1 E.)
Wheeler. (within) If you see to it in the morning that will answer.
Mrs. D. (listens; takes a step nearer the door) It is he, I cannot be mistaken.
Wheeler. (within) All right, I must be off.
Mrs. D. He is coming out. Nellie, pet, (Nellie runs to her) please run down to the corner, (points off R.) and see that no one comes this way for a few moments. (Exit Nellie, R. 1 E., Mrs. D. follows her until she reaches L. C. behind door in flat where she remains standing)
Wheeler. (opening door slightly) Good night. (passes out and starts toward L. 1 E.)
Mrs. D. (slightly advancing) George! Husband!
Wheeler. (starts; turning quickly, recognizes Mrs. D.) What! you here?
Mrs. D. (tremulously) Yes, but why that frown? (pleadingly) Oh, George, you are not sorry to see me, are you?
Wheeler. (evasively) What brought you here?
Mrs. D. The desire to find you—to be with my husband.
Wheeler. (coldly) Now that you have found him, what do you propose doing?
Mrs. D. Staying with him and fulfilling my wifely vows.
Wheeler. (vexed) I thought we had parted never to meet again.
Mrs. D. (astonished) Why, George, what have I done to merit this cruelty? What is the meaning of this? (with pathos) In Heaven's name, speak! (Wheeler hesitates) Tell me, or my heart will break. (places hand affectionately upon Wheeler's shoulder)
Wheeler. (removing her hand) Upon your own head be the consequences of your rash request. (speaks vehemently) You have destroyed every vestige of manliness in my character; you have changed my nature and caused me to become a gambler, a thief and a blackleg; with your artful smile you cajoled me into marrying you; taught me to loathe myself, shun society, and spurn my true friends——
Mrs. D. George!
Wheeler. You drove me from home, by convincing me that I did not love you, into scenes of revolting crime and iniquity; and now, after a lapse of over two years—spent in the prostitution of the nobler traits of my character, at the gaming table, in drinking revelries and in fast society—just as the sun is beginning to shed its rays upon a pathway leading to my reclamation, you—you, who have been the bane of my life, cross it, and your fitful shadow hisses in my ear, "stop, or I'll destroy you."
Mrs. D. George, let me beseech you to desist. What demon possesses you thus to accuse me, who am innocent of ever having injured you by word, thought or deed. Oh, George, I love you too dearly to believe that you mean the bitter things you have just uttered.
Wheeler. But I do mean them. You alone are responsible for the hatred I bear you.
Mrs. D. Hate me! I, who sacrificed home, friends, wealth, position and parent for you! (places hand upon shoulder) Am I awake, or is this some frightful hallucination? I cannot believe it. George, husband, father of my child, in mercy's name recall your cruel words!
Wheeler. They are too true. I cannot.
Mrs. D. Then you no longer love me?
Wheeler. You force me to say it—I do not.
Mrs. D. Heaven help me then, and protect a discarded wife and fatherless child.
Wheeler. Minnie, the sooner this harassing interview is over the better it will be for both.
Mrs. D. Yes, no doubt of it. I came searching for my lost husband, loving and trusting in him. I have found him, 'tis true, but false to his marriage vows, and doubly false to the common ties of humanity.
Wheeler. Once more, Minnie, let me urge upon you to end this scene. What are your plans for the future?
Mrs. D. I have none. The God of the fatherless must now direct my steps. (appears stupefied)
Wheeler. Listen to me then. If you promise to leave this place and never place foot in it again, I will deposit with McGrath, the banker, a sum of money sufficient to support you and Nellie the remainder of your lives.
Mrs. D. Then this is to be our last meeting as man and wife?
Wheeler. (ill at ease) It is——
Mrs. D. And thus you ignore your marriage vow to "love, honor and protect" me?
Wheeler. If you are not satisfied, you have the courts to seek for redress——
Mrs. D. In what manner?
Wheeler. By applying for a divorce.
Mrs. D. A divorce?
Wheeler. Yes.
Mrs. D. Then you are in earnest?
Wheeler. Was never more so in my life. As a proof of it (takes pocket-book from pocket, and quickly selecting a couple of notes, tenders them to Mrs. D.) there is sufficient means to obtain shelter for yourself this night, and to carry you back to your former home in the morning.
Mrs. D. (haughtily spurns it) Keep your money! I'll never touch a cent of your ill-gotten wealth. For two long years have I supported myself and my child without assistance from you, and Heaven helping me, I will continue to do so for the future.
Wheeler. Very well, let it be as you please. (replaces money) As you have discarded my proffered help and refuse to allow me to aid you, it is needless to prolong this interview. (going)
Mrs. D. (pleadingly) George, is there nothing I can do to regain your affections?
Wheeler. Nothing.
Mrs. D. You disown me as your wife!
Wheeler. Merely wish to sever the bonds connecting us, and the sooner you leave this place the better I'll be pleased.
Mrs. D. Your wishes shall be complied with. To-morrow will find me once more in my humble cottage home awaiting the return of my reclaimed husband.
Wheeler. Thank you. Good by. (Exit Wheeler, hastily, L. 1 E. Mrs. D. does not notice his absence)
Mrs. D. But, oh, what a life of wretchedness, misery and woe it will be. (notices that she is alone) George, husband! (goes to L. 1 E., quickly) Gone! (returns, stops near C., places hand upon brow) Left alone in the street, a discarded wife. It is more than I can bear. Nellie—my child—come—(falls fainting to stage)
Re-enter Nellie, R. 1 E., running.
Nellie. Here I am, mamma. Why, what is the matter? (kneels, gently shakes her, half crying) Wake up! I believe she's dead. Mamma! Mamma! speak—it's Nellie. (whistling heard off L. 1 E.)
Enter Pete L. 1 E. Stops whistling the instant he sees mother and child.
Pete. (speaks as he advances) Did yo' eber see de like! Git on to dat, will yo'? Why, what's de trouble, little one?
Nellie. Oh, please, sir, help me. Some one has killed my mamma. (tries to lift Mrs. D.)
Pete. Some one kilt yo'r mammy? Let me see. (stoops; Mrs. D. moans and moves slightly) She's not dead. She's—she's—toppled over. (Mrs. D. half rises on elbow)
Mrs. D. Where am I?
Pete. Why here, mum. Yo' needn't be afeared. I'll took care ob yo'. Does yo' feel better, mum?
Mrs. D. How came I here?
Pete. 'Deed, mum, I don't know. P'raps de little one can tell yo'.
Mrs. D. Nellie, you here?
Nellie. Yes, mamma, you called me and I came. Are you sick, dear mamma?
Mrs. D. (places hand upon brow) No—yes—It all comes back to me now. Oh, why did I not die—better death than this agony! I suppose I must have fainted.
Pete. Shall I fetch de doctor fo' yo', mum?
Mrs. D. No, I feel better already. (attempts to rise. Pete assists her to feet. She reels slightly and places hand to head) Oh, my head! (to Pete) Please take me somewhere, so that I may obtain shelter and rest. I am a stranger here.
Pete. All right, mum. Dar's a fust rate hotel jest around de corner. (points off R. 1 E.)
Mrs. D. (quickly) No, no; not there. I desire some quiet lodging where my child and myself will not be subjected to the gaze of the curious.
Pete. Well, den, mum, I knows jest de place fo' yo'. It's on one ob de back streets. Dis way, it's not very far. (Exit L. 1 E.)
Mrs. D. (slowly following) Come, Nellie, dear, we shall soon be able to tell our sorrows to One who will comfort us. (Exeunt L. 1 E.)
Flats are drawn off disclosing
Scene 2.—A lodging room, plainly furnished. Door L. 2 E.; table R. C., with pitcher and water glasses, candle, books, papers, etc. Candle lighted. Graef discovered.
Graef. (seated, with right arm resting on table) I suppose there is nothing left for me to do, but lie low in this hiding place and await further developments. It must be hard for a guilty party to have his fellow men stigmatize him as a thief—but, oh, what are his feelings to those of an innocent man's, particularly when one's own flesh and blood prefer the charges. That was a bright idea of Pete's, bringing me that note he found, for it will go a great way toward establishing my innocence. Now, if he is only fortunate enough to obtain those diamonds, and discover who it was that pawned one at Davis's shop, my innocence will be proved, and the guilty party punished. I never gave Pete credit for the acuteness he has displayed in this affair. (knock) That must be he, now. Come in.
Enter Pete, L. 2 E.
Pete. Massa George, I found dem (displaying box) jest whar de note said dey was—in de hollow ob dat big chestnut tree. (hands box to George) But does yo' t'ink yo' ought to keep dem diamonds here? S'pose de folks finds out yo' is hidin' here, an' gits out a search warrant, an' comes here an' finds dem? Why, yo'd be a goner, suah.
Graef. Never fear, Pete, I'll take good care that they won't be discovered. I can never thank you for what you have done for me.
Pete. Nebber mind de t'anks, Massa George. When yo's clared yo' name ob all 'spicion, an' can look honest men in de face like de honest man yo' is—den dat will be t'anks enough for me.
Graef. Did you find out who it was that pawned that diamond at Davis's?
Pete. No, sar, but it 'pears to me dat we don't need dat ev'dence. We can make out a cl'ar case widout dat.
Graef. (musing) Let me see. Helen's marriage takes place day after to-morrow, does it not?
Pete. Yes, sar.
Graef. At ten o'clock?
Pete. Dat's de time a'pinted—if de groom does not come up wantin'.
Graef. Then you come to me here about eight o'clock in the morning. I'll try to have all my plans arranged by that time. Now, you had better leave me, for your absence may be observed.
Pete. By golly, Massa George, if I didn't done gone an' clar forgot dat I left a lady an' her little gal standin' out dar on de landin'. (points L.)
Graef. A lady and child out there? Why, what do they want at this time of night?
Pete. Shelter an' rest, dat's what dey said. I brought dem. Dey am strangers. I found dem on de street, sick an' kinder faint-like. I wanted dem to go to de hotel, but dey kicked an' said dey didn't want folks starin' at 'em, so I brought 'em here to stay fo' de night. De landlady is out, so I tole dem to wait out dar 'till I axes yo' if dey might come in here an' stay until she comes home.
Graef. But, Pete, think of the risk I run.
Pete. (quickly) Oh, yo' needn't be 'fraid ob dem blowin'. Dey is quality folks.
Graef. (laughing) On your recommendation, Pete, they may be admitted.
Pete. (goes to the door and opens it) Come in, mum.
Enter Mrs. D. and Nellie.
Pete. Dis am Massa George. (George bows)
Mrs. D. Pardon me, sir, for presuming to intrude on your privacy, but I am not well and could not stand upon ceremony.
Graef. Apologies are unnecessary, madam. I am only too happy to place my humble room at your disposal. (Places chair C. near table. Mrs. D. sits. Pete takes Nellie's hand and leads her up L. to chair. Pete stands beside her. Graef goes to table, pours glass of water and returns to Mrs. D., offering it) Permit me to offer you a glass of water, perhaps it will do you good. I am sorry I have nothing more invigorating to offer.
Mrs. D. Thank you, sir, you are very kind. (drinks. In returning glass looks up into Graef's face, smiling faintly) A cup of cold water given in charity's name often becomes——
Graef. (interrupting her, grasps her by shoulder and anxiously scans her features) Minnie, is this you?
Mrs. D. (startled) Yes, that is my name. But why do you ask?
Graef. (eagerly) Don't you know me?
Mrs. D. (coldly, shrinking away from him) No, sir, I think you are mistaken in the person.
Graef. Why, I'm George Graef.
Mrs. D. (joyously) My cousin—the one who played with me in my girlish days?
Graef. None other. (they shake hands) How happy I am to see you.
Mrs. D. Strange that I did not recognize you at first.
Graef. Stranger it is that I should be so blind; for you have changed but little since I last saw you—some eight years ago.
Pete. By jiminy crickitees! She's some relation ob ours. I's so glad. (rubs hands gleefully)
Graef. (crosses to Nellie) And this is your little daughter? Welcome, little coz. (shakes hands; then retraces steps to Mrs. D.'s side) But tell me, Minnie, what are you doing here? We had heard nothing from you for over three years. (Pete talks silently with Nellie, introducing any comicalities he deems necessary to amuse her, so that they do not interfere with the dialogue. He completely absorbs Nellie's attention)
Mrs. D. I came here in search of my husband.
Graef. Your husband?
Mrs. D. Yes. You know father was bitterly opposed to our union, and after George found out that he had disinherited me for marrying against his wishes, he began to gamble and drink heavily. He swore to be revenged upon every member of our family. Oh, what days and nights of torture I was obliged to endure! Finally one evening over two years ago he left me without a word of warning.
Graef. Why did you not inform us of his actions? We surely could have been of assistance to you.
Mrs. D. I preferred bearing my sorrow and disgrace alone; besides I needed no assistance, for the dowry settled upon me by my father when he closed his doors upon me, was ample to support Nellie and myself.
Graef. Still, by our sympathy we might have alleviated your sufferings, which must have been intense.
Mrs. D. They were—words fail to describe them. If I had been anything but a loving faithful wife they would not have been so hard to bear. (weeps)
Graef. (consolingly) There, never mind. I hope there are brighter days in store for you. Are you aware that your father is in town?
Mrs. D. (alarmed) No. For mercy's sake don't let him see me. It would kill me in my present condition to meet his gaze now, after the fulfilment of his prophecy in regard to George.
Graef. I believe he never met your husband, did he?
Mrs. D. No, we were married away from home. But he knew him by reputation, and warned me against him. None of my relatives ever met him. Where is my father?
Graef. At Auntie Thornton's. He came on to attend Helen's wedding. But have no fear of seeing him, you are safe here.
Mrs. D. (looking around room) But, George, what are you doing here? I thought you made Auntie's house your home.
Graef. (confused) Yes—I did once—but— Some other time I'll tell you my story. It would only distress you to hear it now. Tell me more about your husband. Have you never met or heard anything about him since he left you?
Mrs. D. Not until this evening.
Graef. (surprised) This evening! Why, what do you mean?
Mrs. D. That I both met him and heard him to-night!
Graef. Where did you meet him?
Mrs. D. On the street.
Graef. Impossible! For I know every creature in this town.
Mrs. D. Perhaps you do not know him by his right name. If you know every creature in this town, tell me if you ever (takes photograph from pocket and hands it to Graef) met a man who resembled that? He is my husband.
Graef. (takes photo; starts) What! he your husband?
Mrs. D. He is. You know him then?
Graef. Yes, alas, too well!
Pete. Massa George, yo' sartinly will hab to 'scuse me now, fo' I must be goin'. I hab a 'pintment wid Billy de Deacon's boy. I'se gwine to hab more fun wid him to-night dan a bushel basket would hold. (walks toward the door, but stops when George speaks to him)
Graef. Very well; don't forget my appointment. But wait a moment. (walks across to him and hands him photo.) Do you know who that is?
Pete. (laughs) Yo' jest bet I does. But won't he look different when he has his head shaved, eh? (with a knowing wink. Exits. Graef crosses over to Mrs. D.'s side)
Mrs. D. What did you mean a moment ago when you said you knew my husband "too well?"
Graef. I cannot tell you now, the story is too long. How long do you intend to remain with us?
Mrs. D. I return home in the morning.
Graef. (quickly) No, no; you must not. You shall not.
Mrs. D. (surprised) Why not?
Graef. For several reasons. First you must hear my story in the morning. Then learn how well your husband is trying to keep his oath in regard to injuring your relatives, and, lastly, you may be needed as a witness against him. You are safe in this house and no one will know of your presence.
Mrs. D. Why, what has he done?
Graef. You shall hear in the morning. Sufficient is it for you to know he's the blackest-hearted villain that ever went unhung. Come, let us find the landlady and see about lodgings for you. Come, Nellie.
Close in to
Scene 3.—Street in 1st grooves.
Enter Pete, L. 1 E., with lighted lantern, followed by Billy carrying a spade over left shoulder.
Pete. Now, if yo's 'fraid, say so, an' I'll git one ob de boys to go along.
Billy. I'm not a bit afeared. But it's so dark. Are you sure we'll get any money?
Pete. Ob course. Didn't I tell yo' I dreamed last night whar dar was more dan free hundred potsfull hid?
Billy. Yes, I know you did, but do you think the folks who own it will let us have it?
Pete. We's not gwine to ax 'em. 'Spects dey's all dead, anyhow. Dar won't be nuffin' to keep us from gittin' it, 'less de spirits put in dar 'pearance.
Billy. (frightened, drops spade) Spirits!
Pete. Yes, yo's not afraid ob dem, are yo'? I's often played wid dem behind de kitchen door (aside) in mince-pie season.
Billy. Oh, no, I'm not afeared. (trembles)
Pete. What's yo' shakin' fo'?
Billy. I'm not very well.
Pete. Kind o' weak-like, eh?
Billy. (doubtingly) Yaas.
Pete. Want somet'ing to make yo' strong, does yo'? (takes small flask from breast pocket, drinks, then passes it to Billy) Try dat, it's nervin'. (aside) Den if he sees somet'ing, dar'll be spirits widin an' spirits widout. (Billy takes flask and drinks. Pete watches him, and as the fluid disappears, grows uneasy) Hole on, dar.
Billy. (removing flask a moment, but tightening grasp) That's what I'm doing. (hands flask back empty)
Pete. Feel better, don't yo'?
Billy. Yaas.
Pete. I should t'ink so. (places flask in pocket. Takes up lantern) Come on, now, we's no time to lose. Exit, R. 1 E.
Billy. (picking up spade) I'm ready. Exit, R. 1 E.
Flats are drawn off disclosing
Scene 4.—Wood in 4th grooves.
Enter Pete R. U. E., followed by Billy.
Billy. Aren't we most there? (peal of thunder) I'm afeared it's a going to rain.
Pete. What ob dat? Can't we 'ford to git wet to be independent de rest ob our lives? (looks round; places lantern up C.)
Billy. Do you know where we are?
Pete. Ob course I do. We's mighty nigh de place.
Billy. You don't say so! Kin you see it? (alarmed)
Pete. (looking off L. 2 E.) Yes, I do. (flash of lightning, followed by loud clap of thunder)
Billy. (jumps and screams) Oh!
Pete. What's de matter? Am yo' hurt?
Billy. (trembling violently and confused) No—yes—Oh, Pete, let's go home.
Pete. Look dar! Dar! What's dat? (points off L. 3 E. Lightning and loud peal of thunder)
Billy. Whar? (looks off L. 3 E. Drops spade, screams and starts running off R. 3 E. Pete catches him by coat tails. Billy struggles violently to release himself)
Pete. (coaxingly) Don't leab me, Billy. Nuffin, will hurt yo'.
Billy. (frantic with fear) Let go of me. Let go of me! (turns on Pete and strikes him several blows rapidly. Pete falls and Billy stumbles over him. Practice this scene well)
Billy. Oh, Lord, I'm dead—dead——
Pete. (springing to feet and assuming a pugilistic attitude. A thunder clap brings Billy to feet, thoroughly frightened. Faces Pete who advances upon him enraged) What did yo' do dat fo', eh? Say? What did yo' do dat fo'? (dances in front of Billy)
Billy. (backing) Was that you?
Pete. Ob co'rse it were, an' I'se gwine ter lick yo' for it, too.
Billy. I thought it were a spirit. What did you see?
Pete. Why, de mound whar de money is hid. Yo's a big coward, an' I's a great mind to knock de stuffin' out ob yo'. (advances upon Billy with fists up)
Billy. Don't Petey, please don't. I didn't hurt you. I'll not get scared again. Whar's the money? (picks up spade)
Pete. (mollified, pointing to L. 3 E.) Thar! an' if yo' don't git to diggin' fo' it, I'll lam yo' so bad dat de Deacon won't know yo' when yo' git home. (Billy starts toward mound, manifesting great fear. When near it, a clap of thunder causes him to drop the spade again and shake violently. Pete grabs him by the arm. Billy again picks up spade. Pete pushes him forward, talking as he does so)
Pete. We'll be richer dan missus an' all her relations. I jus' bet dat dar's more money in dat pile dan all de Deacon's mules kin pull.
Billy. (hanging back) Let's go home and get the mules, then.
Pete. No, yo' don't. If we git mor'n we kin tote, we'll jest 'phone fer help. So go to work. (thunder and lightning to continue throughout scene, at intervals. Billy throws earth off L. 3 E.) Dat's good. Now, go at it right, shubble fast. (Billy strikes iron pot) Now, yo' struck it, suah. Work quick. (the second time spade strikes pot, a rattling of chains overhead is heard) Hurry up, Billy, I'll go an' see if anybody is coming. (Billy reaches down for pot. Pete starts toward R. 3 E. As he reaches C. a gun is fired from R. 3 E. and Pete, with a groan, falls with head toward L. As gun is fired chains fall to stage off L. 3 E. Billy lifts large iron pot from earth as sound of gun is heard. He sees Pete fall and, throwing hat off, he picks up pot with both hands kicks spade aside, and, half bent, starts for R. 3 E. on a run. When near entrance, he is met by figure enveloped in a sheet. Screaming with fright he retraces his steps and is met at L. 3 E. by another figure. Starting up C. a third figure arrests him. Screaming, he stands a moment bewildered. Figures close in around him. Rushing to side of Pete, he drops pot and falls to knees, clasps hands, eyes roll, fright wig stands on end, lips work convulsively as in prayer. Red lights from both sides.)
SLOW DROP.
ACT IV.
Scene.—Mrs. Thornton's sitting-room, same as Act II. As curtain rises Daisy is discovered C. with broom in left hand, pointing with right hand to small pile of bits of paper, dust, etc., on floor. Dust pan on floor. Pete down C.
Daisy. Hold the dust pan! Don't you hear what I say?
Pete. (indifferently) Ob co'rse, I do. I'se not deaf.
Daisy. (stamping foot) Then do what I tell you. (Pete makes grimaces at her) Don't you intend to do it?
Pete. No, do it yo'self. Yo'r not my boss.
Daisy. (seizing dust pan and brushing paper, etc., into it vigorously) It's well for you I'm not!
Pete. (tantalizingly) What does yo' t'ink yo'd do, if yo' were?
Daisy. (dropping dust pan) What would I do? I'll show you! (rushes at him with broom upraised. Drives him around stage, repeatedly striking him on head with broom until he reaches C. again) Now, I hope you are satisfied. If I had my way I'd give you a sound thrashing and send you to bed to keep poor Billy company. (going) Ain't you ashamed of yourself for playing that horrid joke upon him last night! You know you hid that iron pot yourself and made him believe that you dreamed there was money buried there. Never mind, sir. Some day you'll meet your match and get paid back for all of your badness. Exit, door L.
Pete. (laughing) I wonder if dat gal thinks she hurt my head. I'd butt ag'in a stone wall wid it all day for fifty cents. Poor Billy! He's not feelin' well to-day. He ran against a tree las' night, an' bruised hisself mighty bad. So he stayed abed. But he didn't blow on me. He knowed better. Said he fell from a tree an' hurted hisself. I's takin' his place an' lookin' after de Deacon's interests. De Deacon is takin' a nap. I was to call him at 2 sharp. He had a 'ticular 'pintment wid Miss 'Melia. It must be nigh about dat time now. (starts to go) No, I won't call him, eider. I'll let de ole man sleep while he can. (footsteps, L.) Oh, Lor', here comes Miss 'Melia now. Exit, C. door
Enter Miss Amelia, L. 2 E.; goes down C. Pete re-appears at door C. and listens.
Miss A. I declare, my heart's all in a flutter. The Deacon has requested a private interview. I know he is going to propose. I feel it; I am sure of it; and, oh, dear, I know I'll refuse him. What shall I do! (Pete shakes finger at her in a knowing way and disappears) The dear man has eaten scarcely anything since he entered this house. He sits at the table pretending to eat, but all the while he is looking at me, and wondering if I love him. His eyes literally devour me with their lustrous flame of love——
Enter Daisy, L. 2 E. Miss Amelia is startled.
Daisy. Miss Amelia, Mrs. Thornton would like to see you a moment in the dining-room.
Miss A. Tell her she must excuse me. I'm engaged for the next half hour.
Daisy. Yes, ma'am. (going)
Miss A. Daisy.
Daisy. Ma'am?
Miss A. (affectedly) How am I looking to-day?
Daisy. Most charmingly.
Miss A. Do you really think so?
Daisy. Indeed I do. To see you now, no one would suppose you were a day over thirty. (aside) Horrid thing! She's fifty if she's a day.
Miss A. I fear you are a flatterer. Now, you don't think I'm too old to marry, do you?
Daisy. Why, no ma'am. Lots of people get married who are much older than you. (aside) And big fools they are, too.
Miss A. That will do, Daisy. You are a nice, well-behaved girl. So sensible.
Daisy. Thank you, ma'am. (going)
Miss A. Daisy, stop a moment. If you see the Deacon enter this room, please be sure and see that we are not disturbed for the next half hour, and I'll make you a present of that handsome silk dress of mine I saw you admiring yesterday. (goes R.)
Daisy. Oh, thank you. (aside) Handsome silk dress! It's as ugly as sin and as old as the hills. I wouldn't be seen in such a delapidated affair. Ugh! (Exit hastily, L. 2 E.)
Miss A. I wonder what detains the Deacon. I'm sure it's after 2 o'clock. I do hope he'll come right to the point, for I know I can't stand any long preamble. (fidgety) I do wish he would come. Hark! I hear his footsteps now. (Goes to sofa, sits R.) I'll pretend I'm offended because he kept me waiting. Oh, dear, I know it's coming; I feel frightfully nervous.
Re-enter Pete backward, dressed in Deacon's suit, with spectacles on.
Miss A. (glances around as Pete enters) It's he! (bows head on right arm of sofa and remains in that position; Pete advances slowly, imitating the Deacon's shuffling gait and clearing of throat. Takes seat beside Miss Amelia)
Pete. Amelia, dearest! (Coughs and makes wry face. Aside) She's skeered! (aloud) I guess yo' know fo' what I wanted to see yo'? (pause) Yo' love me!
Miss A. (in muffled astonishment) Oh, Deacon, how——
Pete. Now, don't say yo' don't, fo' I know yo' do. (archly) I've seen yo' castin' eyes at me on de sly. (aside) What shall I say next! Oh, yes. (clears throat; aloud) Yo' can have me, I's willin'. (aside, disgustedly) She don't know how to lub. (aloud) Does yo' doubt my love fo' yo'? Go ask the dear little stars if I don't whisper yo'r name to them every mornin' an' at noon. (pause) Does yo' still doubt me?
Miss A. No—no—only——
Pete. (aside) She's gittin' up courage. (aloud) Only what, dearest? (gradually edges to side of Miss A.) Don't be afraid to speak, I'll not hurt yo'. Don't yo' lub me just a little wee bit?
Miss A. No—yes—I mean that——
Pete. (tenderly) Yo' mean that yo' will marry me if I'll wait a little while! Oh, but you are a darling! (places arm around Miss A.'s shoulder and attempts to raise her head. Miss A. makes faint resistance) Look up, Birdie, and give me one little kiss to seal the bargain. Just one.
Miss A. You are irresistible! (gently inclines head toward Pete with face averted. Gushingly) Do you really and truly love me?
Pete. With all my heart!
Miss A. Then kiss me. (turning quickly as in act of kissing, sees Pete, but does not recognize him. Falling in corner of sofa, she screams. Pete jumps up and quickly exits D. C.) Help! help! murder—help!
Re-enter Daisy, L. 2 E.; she has common apron on, sleeves rolled up, hands covered with dough and arms bearing flour marks; followed by Mrs. Thornton and Helen, both wearing common aprons.
Daisy. For goodness' sake, what is the matter?
Miss A. (in hysterics) Oh—oh—oh—I've been frightened nearly to death. Oh, dear, oh!
Mrs. T. By whom?
Miss A. A tall colored man. He sat down on the sofa beside me. Oh, dear, I shall die, I know I shall. (Mrs. T. and Helen approach and try to quiet her. Daisy goes to D. C. and peers behind curtain)
Miss A. He was dressed in one of the Deacon's suits.
Mrs. T. In my brother's clothes? Impossible!
Miss A. He was, I tell you. He escaped out of the balcony window. (points to D. C.)
Daisy. Oh! (screaming, runs to group. All appear frightened, and scream)
Helen. Did you see him?
Daisy. No—but—I thought I did.
Helen. Auntie, I believe you fell asleep and had a bad dream.
Miss A. Asleep! I've not closed my eyes this blessed day. I saw him as plainly as I see you. The ugly wretch! Oh, oh!
Mrs. T. Daisy, go and find Pete and send him for a policeman. This matter must be investigated.
Daisy. Yes, ma'am. (Exit, L. 2 E.)
Helen. (going to door, L., listening) I think I hear uncle moving about his room. He'll soon be down and will help us search the house.
Miss A. Oh, for goodness' sake, help me to get away before he comes. (Mrs. T. and Helen assist her to rise, and start with her toward L. 2 E.)
Miss A. No, no, not that way. I might meet him. Take me out along the balcony way. I'd rather meet that horrid colored man again than the Deacon in my present condition. Oh, dear, it was a terrible shock! Terrible! (Exeunt, D. C.)
Re-enter Pete, L. 2 E., disguised as Miss A.; wears a similar wig etc.
Pete. (C., imitating Miss A.'s manner) I declar', my heart's flutterin' like all creation. I have a 'pintment wid de Deacon. I knows he's gwine to ax me to marry him. Oh, dear, I shall faint! I knows I shall, but I can't refuse him. (takes seat on sofa) Hark! I hear footsteps. 'Tis he, by Jerusalem! I'll 'tend I'm mad wid him for not comin' sooner. (bows head on L. arm of sofa, conceals feet under dress, pulls curls over side of face, and hides hands under chin)
Enter Deacon, L. 2 E., smiling blandly.
Deacon. How lovely she appears. Still waiting for me. While I have been sleeping, she, like the grand noble creature that she is, has been patiently waiting my coming, no doubt considering each moment an hour. What a beautiful picture the sentiment of love in woman presents! (goes to sofa, sits R.) Have I kept you waiting long, my darling? It was not my fault. Pete forgot to call me. You'll forgive me, my love, won't you? (edging nearer)
Pete. (in muffled tone of voice) I—I—don't know.
Deacon. Oh, yes, you will. I know you will. Amelia,—you will let me call you by your beautiful first name, won't you?—ever since my wife died, I've been looking for another angel to take her place. I have at last found her. Can't you guess who it is? (pause) I mean you. Oh, Amelia, I love you—love you dearly, tenderly, most devotedly. Do you doubt me?
Pete. No—no—only——
Deacon. Only what, my love? (draws close to Pete's side) Don't be afraid to tell me. Hereafter I expect to help you bear all your trials and sorrows. What a blissful abode of love our home will be. (tenderly) You surely love me a little, don't you?
Pete. No,—yes—I mean that——
Deacon. (placing arm around Pete) Oh, you precious darling! You mean that in time you may be able to love and marry me. I'm the happiest man on earth. (tries to pull Pete gently toward him. Pete resists faintly) Nothing is now wanting to make my earthly lot a foretaste of the bliss of Paradise, but one little kiss from your sweet lips, and the coveted honor of leading you to the altar. You won't refuse me the boon of one kiss, will you, dear? (attempts to raise Pete's head)
Pete. (yielding) Yo' are puffec'ly irresistible! (rests head upon the Deacon's shoulder; keeps face well averted) Do yo' really and truly love me?
Deacon. (warmly) As truly as the sun shines.
Pete. Then kiss me. (quickly turning, he throws both arms around the Deacon's neck and gives him a loud kiss. Springing to feet, he exits quickly D. C.)
Deacon. (rises bewildered) Ah—oh—what—what's this? The huzzy! (takes handkerchief from breast pocket and wipes lips) Ugh! The infern—(calls loudly) Pete! Pete! Daisy! Pete! Where in the mischief are they? Why don't they come! Pete! Pete! Pete! (walks excitedly R.)
Re-enter Mrs. T., Helen, Miss A., and Daisy, L. 2 E.
Mrs. T. Why, brother, what is the matter? Are you going mad?
Deacon. (angrily) No—yes—I am mad. Madam, what do you mean by allowing your colored cook the freedom of this house?
Mrs. T. (in amazement) Why, brother, I have no colored cook.
Deacon. You have! Now, don't say again you haven't, for I know better. If she ain't your cook, she fills some position in your house, which is all the same.
Helen. Why, uncle, there's not a colored woman in this house.
Miss A. Deacon, I fear you have been indulging again, and you promised me so faithfully never to touch another drop. Oh, dear, the depravity of mankind is distressing!
Deacon. Heaven preserve me! Hold your tongues, every one of you. Don't you suppose I know a colored woman when I see one! I've been most infern—grossly insulted by one.
Mrs. T. Where?
Deacon. Why, in this room.