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PRACTICAL INSTRUCTIONS 
 
 FOR 
 
 PRIVATE THEATRICALS 
 
 By W. D. EMERSON. 
 
 Author of "A\Country Eomance," "The Unknown Eival." "Hum- 
 ble Pie," etc. 
 
 Price, 25 cents. 
 
 Here ia a practical hand-book, describing in detail all the ac- 
 cessories, properties, scenes and apparatus necessary for an ama- 
 teur production. In addition to the descriptions in words, every- 
 thing is clearly shown in the numerous pictures, more than one- 
 hundred being inserted in the book. No such useful book haa 
 ever been offered to the amateur players of any country. 
 
 CONTENTS. 
 
 Chapter I. Introductory Remarlcs. 
 
 Chapter II. Stage, How to Make, etc. m drawing-rooma 
 or parlors, with sliding or hinged doors. In a single large room. 
 The Curtain; how to attach it, and raise it, etc. 
 
 Chapter III. Arrangement of Scenery. How to hang it; 
 Drapery, tormentors, wings, borders, drops. 
 
 Chapter IV. Box Scenes. Center door pieces, plain wings, 
 door wings, return pieces, etc. 
 
 Chapter V. How to Liglit the Stage. Oil, gas and electric 
 lights. Footlights, Sidelights, Eeflectors. How to darken the 
 stage, etc. 
 
 Chapter VI. Stage Effects. Wind, Rain, Thunder, Break- 
 ing Glass, Falling Buildings, Snow, Water, Waves, Cascades, 
 Passing Trains, Lightning, Chimes, Sound of Horses' Hoofs, Shots. 
 
 Chapter VII. Scene Painting. 
 
 Chapter VIII. A Word to the Property Man. 
 
 Chapter IX. To the Stage Manager. 
 
 Chapter X. The Business Manager. 
 
 Address Orders to 
 
 THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY, 
 
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PETTICOAT PERFIDY 
 
 A COMEDIETTA IN ONE ACT 
 
 BY . 
 
 SIR CHARLES L YOUNG, Bart. 
 
 Author of 
 
 J!m the Penman; Plot for Plot; that Dreadful Doctor; Childhood's 
 
 Dreams; The Late Sir Benjamin; Baron's Wager; 
 
 Drifted Apart; Etc. 
 
 CHICAGO 
 
 The Dramatic Publishing Company 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY 
 Produced at the Court J'heatre, London, Alay 21, r88j 
 
 CHARACTERS 
 
 Court Theatre. Chicago Opera House; 
 
 May 21, 1885. December 5, 188S. 
 
 Mrs. Mountrevor Lady Moncktoo. Miss Lucia Gale 
 
 Mrs. Norwood Jones 
 
 [a widow] .... Mrs Beerbohrn Tree. Miss May Yokes 
 
 Juliette [Lady's Maid] Mrs. Labouchere. Miss Mildred Holland 
 
 SCENE. — Drawing-room in Mrs. Mountrevor's Flat in Albemarle- 
 
 street. 
 
PEHICOAT PERFIDY. 
 
 Scene. — ^Dfawing-room in the flat occupied by Mrs. Moun- 
 TREVOR in Albemarle street. Prettily furnished. As cur- 
 tain rises Mrs. Mountrevor is discovered on sofa reading 
 the ' 'J/or/ii/ig Post. ' ' 
 
 Mrs. M. Nothing in the paper, positively nothing, 
 and I have read through every Hne of it, advertisernents 
 and all. [electric bell hear d'\ Ah! \rising and throwing down 
 paper'] Sdinebody is corning at last. I wonder who it is. 
 [listening'] Somebody who wears thick boots. Oh, it's 
 Lady Lovibond — her footsteps always remind me of a 
 policeman's tramp along the pavement. Well, she'll 
 talk for twenty. . [seats herself »i-(ht piano, and > uns her 
 flfjfT^t's: ^T, ■,. ii ■ /...j,,-] gi^? Nobody after all. Really, this 
 is too bad! I have been back in town for three weeks — 
 left cards at all my acquaintances, bores, frumps and all, 
 and let them know that I am at home on Wednesday af- 
 ternoons, dating from to-day — it's nearly five and not a 
 soul has been near me! What is the meaning of it? 
 [rises] And what will my new butler. Blossoms, think of 
 it? I told him there would be at least thirty people call- 
 ing by four o'clock. He will think me a miserable im- 
 poster! [knock at the door] There he is — come to give 
 warning, I suppose — come in. [sits by fire. ^;/to- Juliette 
 with tea service on a tray] Oh! it's you, Juliette. 
 
 Jul. [at table] Oui, madame. [flacitig tray on tea-ta- 
 ble] I thought Madame would not wait longer for her tea. 
 Madame ordered it at four o'clock for her visitors. 
 
 Mrs. M. [hastily] Did I? I meant five. Nobody 
 
A PETTICOAT PERFIDY 
 
 comes before five. 
 
 Jul. Madame said quite a little crowd would come ai 
 three. 
 
 Mrs. M. You misunderstood. But why does not 
 Blossoms bring in the tea? 
 
 Jul. Ah — M. Blossoms — he looks so noble waiting in 
 the hall to announce the friends of Madame, and assured 
 me that when there is only a inaitrc d^ hotel like himself 
 and a femine de chambre like myself, it is the dut}' of the 
 femme de chambre to bring in the tea. 
 
 Mrs. M. Indeed ! 
 
 Jul. Old, madame — it is the English custom, he says. 
 \iaki7ig up the paper] Has Madame finished with the 
 journal? 
 
 Mrs. M. Yes — why ? 
 
 Jul. M. Blossoms is a little oimiyc, what you call 
 weary — that"*is all. 
 
 Mrs. M. \aside\ Yes — and so am I. . [jiloud] Who 
 rang the hell just now and was admitted? 
 
 Jul. \contes to table] A visitor for the cook, madarne. 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh — my cook receives on Wednesdays, does 
 she? 
 
 Jul. As Madame does not go out on Wednesdays, 
 cook thought she would choose the same day as Madame, 
 and it is more convenient for M. Blossoms. 
 
 Mrs. M. \a.side, angrily] Well, upon my word — I — 
 \_seeing Juliette pouring tea into several cups] What are 
 you doing, Juliette? 
 
 Jul. If all the cups are clean the first visitor that 
 comes may think that Madame has been neglected this 
 afternoon, and I wish to preserve the self-respect of 
 Madame. 
 
 Mrs. M. Nonsense! As if anybody would look into 
 the cups, and draw such a conclusion. 
 
 Jul. Probably Madame would herself at the house of 
 another. See these chairs, their order is too man- 
 ifest, each say, "Nobody has satin me." If Madame 
 will permit me. \_places chairs in disorder about the room] 
 Voila, that is better. Has Madame any further orders? 
 
 Mrs. M. No.thank you, Juliette, you have done quite 
 enough for my self-respect, I assure you. 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY 5 
 
 Jul. Igoes to coucJi] Madame is so good. And the 
 newspaper for M. Blossoms ? 
 
 Mrs. M. Take it, by all means. 
 
 Jul. Mcrd, madame. 
 
 Mrs. M. I hope the Morhiiig Post is good enough for 
 him. 
 
 Jul. Ah, oin\ madame — Madame has not noticed any- 
 thing j/n pen risque social intelligence? 
 
 Mrs. M. Good heavens, Juliette! What in the world 
 do you mean? \crosscs to r.] 
 
 Jul. M. Blossoms is so impressionable. 
 
 \_s]ic goes out, jj. r. ] 
 
 Mrs. M. What next, I wonder? Juliette is a very 
 extraordinary j'oung woman, \_bell heart/'\ Is this some- 
 body for me or for the cook? 1 am sure it is my turn next. 
 \seating herself o>i sofci\ Ah — my work, \takcs up piece of 
 enibroidery\ Always looks so well to ha\ e some work in 
 hand — dissipates an)' notion of frivolity, and makes one's 
 idle friends feel uncomfortable. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. \oiitsidc\ Oh, never mind about announc- 
 ing me. \_cnter Mrs. Norwood Jones] Dearest Mrs. 
 Mountrevor, I am so delighted to see you — 
 
 Mrs. M. \as they shake luuids very wan/ily'] As I am 
 to see you; I was sure you would pay me a visit this af- 
 ternoon. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, but this is not a visit, oh no; I have 
 only just looked in to see how you are, that is all; just a 
 kind. of flit in and out. [sits on sofa] 
 
 Mrs. M. \_I(iughing'] Like the Transit of Venus. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. How you flatter, my dear. A gentleman 
 told me at Florence that I reminded him of the A'enus of 
 Mile End— 
 
 Mrs. M. Milo, I think you mean. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Well, same thing, I believe. I told him 
 that several other gentlemen had made the same remark. 
 Then I went to look at tee Venus of Milo — and — 
 
 Mrs. M. You were gratified with the compliment? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Not much; the Venus of Mile End — Milo, 
 I mean, well, there, she had no milliner's bill, anyway. 
 But what I was going to say was that I was going along 
 Picadilly on my way to the concert at the Princes Hall, 
 
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 and I thought "I'll just look in on Mrs. Mountrevor; it's 
 her afternoon at home, and I'll have just a few minutes' 
 quiet chat with her, as I shall be sure to find her — alone. 
 
 Mrs. M. Alone! Oh, my dear, if you had come ten 
 minutes sooner there would not have been a chair for 
 you to sit upon. Indeed, ever since three o'clock the room 
 has been crowded, positively crowded. Why, my throat 
 is quite sore with talking. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Ah, I thought your voice sounded a little 
 shaky. 
 
 Mrs. M. Shaky? 
 
 Mrs. M. J. Dreadfully tired, I mean. You ought to 
 take more care of yourself, my dear. Keep your feet 
 warm and your head cool; that's m}' way. And who has 
 been here this afternoon? 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, almost everybody. The French Am- 
 bassador, the President of the Board of Commerce, Mrs. 
 Happyrock, Lady Smith Kensington, the Duchess of 
 Dorset — 
 
 Mrs. N. J. The Duchess of Dorset — are you quite 
 sure ! [rises] 
 
 Mrs. M. [/-wj] What do you mean by sure? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I thought the dear Duchess was at Nice. 
 
 Mrs. M. [c7-osses, l.] Oh, so she was, but she only 
 stayed there a short time, and has just come back. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. A very short time; she only left London 
 for the South of France the day before yesterday. 
 
 Mrs. M. [confused] One travels so quickly now-a-days. 
 Do have some tea. 
 
 MrS' N. J. Thanks, let me help myself. 
 
 [taking up tea-pot] 
 
 Mrs. M. I hope theae is some left. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh yes — it's quite full. [sits L.J 
 
 Mrs. M. Blossoms has filled it up so many times, I 
 am afraid it's rather weak. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Weak! [pouring out ted] Not at all, just as 
 strong as if it had never been touched. What wonderful 
 tea yours must be. 
 
 Mrs. M. Just what everybody has remarked this af- 
 ternoon. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I am not surprised to hear it. What a 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY 7 
 
 pretty piece of work you are engaged on, dear. 
 
 Mrs. M. Yes, it is for a bazaar. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. You actually work for the poor, you angel 
 of charity. By-the-way, dear, I have a thousand apolo- 
 gies to make to you. 
 
 Mrs. M. Apologies? 
 
 Mrs. N.f J. Oh, yes, dear. You remember the other 
 evening when I lent you my box at the opera? 
 
 Mrs. M. And promised to join me and never came. 
 Really, dear, I ought to scold you; you placed me in a 
 most awkward situation. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. • Compelled you to spend the evening 
 tete-a-tete with a strange gentleman. Too bad, wasn't it? 
 But I had such a dreadful headache. 
 
 Mrs. M. So your friend told me. But of course we 
 expected you every moment. W^o in the world was he? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Herr von Wolfhausen. Did he actually re- 
 main in the box? 
 
 Mrs. M. All the evening. As I say, expecting you 
 to come in every moment. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. My headaches are so inconvenient. And 
 did he make himself very agreeable? 
 
 MRS.rfM. More agreeable than most men. He never 
 said a single unpleasant thing of any lady in the house, 
 and he seemed to recognize most of them. What is he? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. What is he? Yes, what is he? Well — he 
 is an artist. 
 
 Mrs. M. An artist? Do you often see him? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, constantly. I saw him this morning, 
 and he never stopped talking about you, dear. 
 
 Mrs. M. What! he had the impertinence to — 
 
 Mrs. N. J. To admire you, indeed, from the artistic 
 point of view. * 
 
 Mrs. M. Ah, well, I suppose I must forgive him. To 
 tell you the truth, dear, there are days when one feels, 
 without any nonsense, that one does look excessively 
 nice. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Evenings generally, I think. 
 
 Mrs. M. I am bound to say that everybody was look- 
 ing at me in a way which would have been very confus- 
 ing if— 
 
what has 
 
 yours? 
 
 
 Mrs. 
 
 M. 
 
 Mrs. 
 
 N. 
 
 Mrs. 
 
 M. 
 
 Mrs. 
 
 N. 
 
 Mrs. 
 
 M. 
 
 them — 
 
 and 
 
 you a hint. 
 
 Mrs. 
 
 N. 
 
 8 PETTICOAT PERFIDY 
 
 Mrs. N. J. If you had not been accustomed to it. 
 What delicious tea this is. 
 Mrs. M. Have another cup. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. \_rises; gets c] No, thanks. By-the-bye, 
 become of that pretty Japanese cabinet of 
 
 Oh, I gave that to my husband. - 
 J. With all its contents? 
 [r2>£.f] My dear! 
 J. Yes, I know you Kept your secrets in it. 
 I took out m}^ secrets — as you choose to call 
 substituted cigarettes. And jusft let me give 
 
 Don't trust to those Japanese cabinets. 
 J. I don't trust anything much. But what 
 is the matter with these particular cabinets? 
 
 Mrs. M. My husband was alwaj's envying me the 
 possession of mine, so I thought I would give him a sim-.^ 
 ilar one on his birthday. When it came from the shop 
 I had the curiosity to see whether the resemblance ex- 
 tendad to the locks. It did extend. My key fitted his 
 lock, and vice versa. You can understand at once that that 
 was a fatal objection. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, j-es, I quite understand that. 
 Mrs. M. I took the new one back to the shop and 
 asked for one with a different lock, and was told that all 
 Japanese cabinets were made upon the same model, locks 
 and all. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Ah, my dear, they are no fools, those 
 Japanese husbands. 
 
 Mrs. M. \_goes uf l. ; going up to bureau and bringing 
 down a pretty brass-bound box] So I bought this, with a 
 Brahma lock for myself and gave m}' husband the one he 
 wanted. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Having previouslj' transferred all )our 
 secrets. 
 
 Mrs. M. If you choose to call them so. Everyone 
 has some private papers not intended for publication. 
 You have some, I am sure, widow though j'ou are. You 
 have shown me the outside of your secret repository. 
 
 [puts cabinet back] 
 Mrs. N. J. [aside] Oh, if I look inside it, I should find 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY 9 
 
 what I want! [aloud'] I admit that I have a little casket 
 [suddenly] — but good gracious! I am forgetting all about 
 the concert. Good-bye, dear; I shall see you to-morro*. 
 It's my afternoon to-morrow, you know. Good-bye. 
 [goes to door and then turns] Ah, by-the-bye, did you tell 
 Herr von Wolfhausen that you are at home on Wednes- 
 days? ^ . 
 
 Mrs. M. No, certainly not. gi*r->-^J^ "' 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, but you ought to have./|.He is a very 
 valuable acquaintance, I assure you. 
 
 Mrs. M. Very well. Bring him with you next week. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [sits] I'll do more than that, I will take 
 you with me to call on him. 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, there is a Frau, you know — I mean, is 
 he married? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I am sure I dont know. I never dreamed 
 of asking the question. 
 
 Mrs. M. What are you thinking of? You don't 
 know whether he is single or double, and you would 
 actually call on him? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. But he may be treble for all I know. 
 What does it matter? Everybody goes to see him, ex- 
 cept you apparently. Why, he has a world-wide repu- 
 tation. 
 
 Mrs. M. It's very odd. I don't remember ever to 
 have heard of him before. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Ah, well, he is better known by his 'Christ- 
 ian name. 
 
 Mrs. M. His Christian name? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Of course, Frederic. 
 
 Mrs. M. Frederic? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Yes, Frederic, the finest fitter of riding 
 habits in London, _ 
 
 Mrs. M. [rises, with a scream] What, Frederic, the 
 Ladies' Tailor? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. That's the elegant and amusing gentle- 
 man with whom — 
 
 Mrs. M. I passed the evening in a box at the opera 
 — oh, I shall die ! [throws herself on the sofa] 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [with a malicious smile] Oh, no, dear, don't 
 die. Have some more tea, there is plenty left. 
 
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 Mrs. M. Oh, it's abominable — horrible! [_riscs, coni,-' 
 to chair] Mrs. Norwood Jones, I shall never forget noi- 
 forgive this disgraceful act of treachery. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. No, my dear, I hope you won't. 
 
 Mrs. M. It was an act of vengeance, then; what for? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. What for? [rises'] My love, I determined 
 to pay you out for having supplanted me in the affections 
 of Lord Fabian Fitznoodle. 
 
 Mrs. M. Lord Fabian 1 Wliat in the world do you 
 mean? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I confided to you that Lord Fabian was 
 paying the greatest attention to me; and during my tem- 
 porar)' absence from London, 5'ou, my most familiar 
 friend, try your hand at a flirtation with him, and you 
 actually invite the sill\- old fop down to your house in 
 the countr}'. 
 
 Mrs. M. I did nothing of the sort. It was my hus- 
 band who invited him. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Of course! I thought you would say 
 that. And it's your husband who encourages him to 
 write to j'ou, I suppose. 
 
 Mrs. M. Write to me? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Certainly. His valet brought you a letter 
 yesterday. 
 
 Mrs. M. What! I swear I received no letter from 
 Lord Fabian yesterday. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Swearing, dear, goes for nothing now-a- 
 days. ^ \_crosses, r.] 
 
 Mrs. M. But how can I convince you? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. By a proof positive. 
 
 Mrs. M. What proof? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [^pointing to cabinef] That desk, love; that 
 box that contains your private correspondence; give me 
 the key. 
 
 Mrs. M. Ah, you are asking too much. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I thought so! 
 
 Mrs. M. If I put you to such a test, would you ac- 
 cept it? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Willingly! Come to Berkely-square and 
 I will show you; it's close by. 
 
 Mrs. M. How can I? I am at home this afternoon. 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY II 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh! don't be afraid, nobody will come; 
 that little adventure at the opera. 
 
 Mrs. M. [angri/y'] Mrs. Norwood Jones! 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Well, then, I'll go home and fetch my 
 cabinet here, and we will open the boxes together. 
 
 Mrs. M. I dare say! Before you bring it here, you 
 will have taken care to sift the contents. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. How wickedly suspicious you are! Here 
 is the key, I will leave it with you. [_gwes key"] 
 
 Mrs. M. Well, that is fair. Here is my key. \_hand- 
 ing it; Mrs. Norwood Jones instantly makes for the cabi- 
 net, htt Mks. Movnthevov. gets /lo/d of it first] No, no! 
 The two together; you said so yourself. And if when 
 you search my cabinet you find no letter from Lord Fa- 
 bian — _ 
 
 Mrs. N. J. My sweetest, we will be dearer friends 
 than ever. 
 
 Mrs. M. [cojnes etown] Thank you. And how do you 
 propose to atone for the ladies' tailor affair? \J>nsiness~\ 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Easily. I will tell everybody that it was 
 my German cousin who is so ridiculously like Frederic, 
 and there is an end of the matter. I shall be back in a 
 moment, \_goes to door, holding up key\ I have got her 
 now! {goes onf] 
 
 Mrs. M. German cousin! Cousin german, more 
 likely! If I could but pay her out in her own coin! 
 What can I do? Let me think. [sits on sofa] 
 
 Enter Juliette. 
 
 Jul. Madame want any fresh tea made? 
 
 [takes up teapot] 
 
 Mrs. M. No, thanks, Juliette; there's quite enough. 
 
 Jul. [at table; pouring out a little and tasting] Ah, but 
 this is so strong and bitter. I should make some fresh. 
 I so understand tea, madame, when I was in the service 
 of the great Russian lady, Madame la Princesse Borod- 
 inski — 
 
 Mrs. M. Princess Borodinski, the lady who has been 
 making such a sensation in Paris, whom everybody is 
 talking about, and who is expected in London? 
 
12 PETTICOAT PERFIDY 
 
 Jul. Oui, madame, she said I prepared chai, as they 
 call tea, in a tumbler with a slice of lemon. 
 
 Mrs. M. Juliette, I want you to do me a little service. 
 
 Jul. \comes, c] Oh, with pleasure, madame. 
 
 Mrs. M. That lady, Mrs. Norwood Jones, who just 
 went out has often said how anxious she is to get into the 
 society of Princess Borodinski when she comes to Lon- 
 don. 
 
 Jul. \with a shrug of her shoulders'] Madame la Prin- 
 cesse is very particular; I am afraid she will not accept 
 my introduction. Cest b^ie, mais c' est coinme ea. 
 
 Mrs. M. I don't go so far as to ask you to do that. 
 I want you to put on one of my dresses, and when Mrs. 
 *Norwood Jones comes back I will gratify her desire by 
 presenting her to the Princess. Do you understand? 
 
 Jul. I understand; but it's a risk, I am afraid. 
 
 Mrs. M. Juliette, if you pass yourself off upon Mrs. 
 Norwood Jones as the Princess Borodinski, and success- 
 fully give yourself the airs of so fashionable a personage 
 I will give you a ten pound note. 
 
 Jul. a ten pound note! Madame may make herself 
 quite easy. I was always clever at acting and wished to 
 go upon the stage, but my family thought the profession 
 was unworthy of me. 
 
 Mrs. M. [wifj'] Be quick, then, Juliette. I reckon 
 upon your cleverness. 
 
 Jul. I place my talent at the disposal of Madame. 
 \_assuming a dignified air] In this case, Madame does not 
 reckon without her host. They shall see how I can play ■ 
 the role of a grande dame. 
 
 \sails out of the room with the air of a grande dame] 
 
 Mrs. M. [w«] Now — for further precautions. The 
 Jones creature never dreamed that I had two keys to my 
 cabinet — she thinks me too great a fool for that, [opening 
 cabinet witli second key; co?nes clotvii to table, c] Here's 
 Lord Fabian's letter — I have kept it because I couldn't 
 make up my mind whether I should show it to my hus- 
 band and tell him to go and kick the writer. It's a per- 
 fect master-piece of impertinence, written in the most 
 vulgar style — full of slang — suggesting a visit to the Crys- 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY 1 3 
 
 tal Palace — the man must be mad. [^Puis it in her poekef] 
 These other letters — I don't think it's fair to let Mrs. 
 Jones see these — or these photographs — recollections of 
 the past — but I must leave something for her to find. 
 Oh, I know, [opens drawer in writing-table; takes out 
 several letters and photographs'] A temporary exchange. 
 Ah, these photographs of my husband, all in different 
 positions. How fond that man is of being photographed, 
 to be sure. I wonder if it is always for my sake. Oh! 
 I can't put them all in; Mrs. Jones will think that too 
 good to be true. Two will be enough. Letters from 
 mamma, some from my brother Tom, bills from my dress- 
 maker. Of course, I should hide them. Ah! a letter 
 from Mrs. Jones herself. It will flatter her to find that 
 there. In they go. [places thetn in cabinet, puts the others 
 into drawer of writing-table, which she locks, and puts key 
 into her pocket ; locks up a7id replaces cabinet] Now I am 
 ready for the tortures of the Inquisition. 
 
 [sits on sofa, and resumes work] 
 Re-enter Mrs. Norwood Jones, with a small casket in her 
 
 hands. 
 
 Mrs. N J. [putting down casket] There, my precious 
 darling, there is my Bluebeard's chamber. 
 
 Mrs. M. A chamber of horrors, or a Pandora's box? 
 
 [sits, r.] 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Of course, you will understand, that as 
 regards anything you may see inside you will preserve 
 the strictest discretion. 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, my dear, how can you ask such a ques- 
 tion? Do I not equally rely upon you? ci)^/ .,; „X. „ 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [goes up] Very well, theii./\One, t\jo, 
 three, and away. ^ 
 
 [they open the caskets simultaneously, and search curiously] 
 
 Mrs. M. Three receipted bills. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Yes, I wish there were more of them. 
 Bills for boots, bonnets, gloves. 
 
 Mrs. M. Ah! I wish there were fewer of them. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Ah! a photograph — two photographs. 
 Oh, dear! [disappointedly] Only your husband. 
 
14 PETTICOAT PERFIDY 
 
 Mrs. M. a miniature portrait of the late Mr Nor- 
 wood Jones. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. M.P. Don't forget his M.P.; he always 
 was so particular about it. Poor dear! he gave me this 
 casket. 
 
 Mrs. M. Little dreaming of the use you would make 
 of it. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [off her guar (r\ He was always of such a 
 confiding nature. \_hastily\ I mean he knew how thor- 
 oughly he could trust me. But why have you two por- 
 traits of Mr. Mountrevor? 
 
 Mrs. M. You see, dear, one of him as he is — and the 
 other as he ought to be. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Yes, the other is in Spanish costume, 
 looking perfectly lovely, and not a bit like him. 
 
 MP-S. M. No, not a bit. \Jiastily\ I mean it was like 
 hirn when I married him. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, yes, he's very much gone off since 
 then^ 
 
 Mrs. M. Ah, yes; he has had a great deal of anxiety. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Of course, I can quite understand that. 
 What are these? Some of my letters to you? [ra^rj] 
 
 Mrs. M. And some of my scribblings to you. \rises\ 
 Oh, my precious Mrs. Norwood Jones! 
 
 Mrs. N. J. \they come c. and kiss'\ My darling Mrs. 
 Mountrevor! 
 
 Mrs. M. You are satisfied that there is no trace pf 
 anything whatever from Lord Fabian? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Not the faintest suspicion of such a thing. 
 \_aside'\ She has another key. [down l.J 
 
 Mrs. M. [aside^ See has changed the contents of her 
 casket. [down, r.J 
 
 Mrs. N. J. You will forgive me, dear, that little af- 
 fair of the opera, won't you? 
 
 Mrs. M. Well, it wasn't quite fair; but I must for 
 give you. It really was so clever of you that I almost 
 wish I could have invented the joke myself. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. And played it off on me! What a dear, 
 good, kind creature you are! 
 Another embrace. At this moment, ^Mhi^liv., in a handsome 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY 1 5 
 
 toilet, with bonnet on, looks in at door. 
 
 Jul. May I come in? \entering\ 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, you! Of course. 1 am delighted to 
 see j'ou. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. {asidel What a nice bonnet! Who can 
 she be? 
 
 Jul. How good of you. Oh, my dear Madame Moun- 
 trevor, you look so nice; you must let me kiss you. 
 [Mrs. Mountrevor draws bac/i] You must, indeed. 
 [aside to her'] A Russian custom. \kisses her] 
 
 Mrs. M. You must let me present you to my dearest 
 friend, Mrs. Norwood Jones — the Princess Borodinski- 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [aside] Lor! [aloud] The Princess Borod 
 in$ki- — the Russian lady whom we have heard so much 
 of lately. 
 
 Juf. [sits, L. c. j Ah madame, you flatter! You have 
 not heard so much of me as I have of you — the celebrated 
 beauty, Madame Norwood Jones. 
 
 Mrs- N. J. Oh—- really! What a lovely cloak. I 
 wonder if that is Russian, too. 
 
 Jul. Madarrje Mountrevor has said, "You will find 
 her a perfect miracle of elegance." 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Ah! I don't deserve such a compliment 
 as that. 
 
 Jul. Certainly not. [Mrs. Norwood ]otiY^^ f starts 
 back] It is not a compliment, but the truth. ^ 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Ah! 
 
 Mrs. M. {aside) My last new jacket, and a bonnet I 
 have not yet worn. {sits on chair by fire") 
 
 Jul. {seating herself by Mrs. Mountrevor) Do you 
 know, ma chere, that I am extremely angry with you? 
 
 Mrs. M. Indeed! may I ask why. Princess? 
 
 Jul. You have not been to one of my evenings. 
 
 Mrs. M. I have just come to town, and m^' new- 
 toilettes are not ready. 
 
 Mrs, N. J. I was not aware that the Princess Boro- 
 dinski had arrived in London. I knew she was coming, 
 but— 
 
 Jul. Oh, I have been here a week, and I receive 
 Mondays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and there is dancing — 
 
l6 PETTICOAT PERFIDY 
 
 all sans cirdmonie, you know — low necks but no diamonds. 
 {turning to Mrs. Mountrevor) You ought to have come; 
 the Due de Montepulciano has been quite unhappy at 
 your absence, chere belle. 
 
 Mrs. M. Chere belle — what impudence! 
 
 Mrs. N. J. {aside) Duke de Monte — what? 
 
 Jul. You have inspired him with a grande passion- — 
 and if you are not kind to him you will drive him to des- 
 pair, my beautiful naughty lamb! 
 
 Mrs. M. {rising, aside) This is too much. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. {aside) Gone in for a duke! Then I'm 
 wrong about Fabian — the Princess has let the cat out of 
 the bag. 
 
 Jul. Sit down, my treasure; I have so much to say. 
 
 Mrs. M. Will you excuse me for one moment? You 
 'have reminded me of a letter I must write, {crosses, c.) 
 
 Jul. To the Duke? 
 
 Mrs. M. No; to the Duchess. 
 
 Jul. Pray go and write, chere mignonne, if Madame 
 Jones will stay with me. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, charmed, I am sure. 
 
 Mrs. M. \_goes to door'\ Chere mignonne, indeed! "she 
 is as impudent as the lady she pretends to be. 
 
 [Mrs. Mountrevor goes out] 
 
 Mrs. N. J. How delightful to be alone with a Prin 
 cess! [aside'] Now if I can only get her to ask me to her 
 evenings! [aloud] You have known Mrs. Mountrevor 
 for a long time, Princess? 
 
 Jul. [rises, and goes to sofa] Oh, yes, chance brought 
 • us together some months ago, though perhaps we are not 
 altogether in the same society. 
 
 Mrs. N. J Of course not. [aside] Always thought 
 she hadn't so many grand acquaintances as she pretended. 
 
 Jul. [looking about as if searching for something] We 
 thought we should suit each other — and so — I accepted 
 her invitation, and passed some time with Madame 
 Mountrevor at her home in the country. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Did you, indeed? You are looking for 
 something, Princess? 
 
 Jul. Out. [still looking about] My feet are tired, and 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY 1 7 
 
 I am searching for — what do you call it? — un iaboured 
 
 Mrs. N. J. \aside\ Tambourine! Feet tired, and 
 wants a tambourine! 
 
 Jul. Feetstool — that is the word — feetstool. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, of course — \rising\ here, let me fetch 
 it for you, Princess. 
 
 Jul. Merci, mon enfa7it. • ' 
 
 Mrs. N. J. \aside\ Calls me her infant! Ah, she 
 can't help asking me to her parties. [piUs down footstooT\ 
 There, Princess; what charming little shoes you wear. 
 
 Jul. Oh, they are too large; Madame's feet are much 
 larger than mine. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. ^B, Madame's! 
 
 Jul. Ahem, Madame, my companion. A Russian 
 custom. We never trouble ourselves about matters of 
 toilette, we leave these trifles to our dames de compagnie. 
 Madame believes that my hands and feet are the same 
 size as her own, and so I suffer for her vanity. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. What an odd idea. Our custom is just 
 the contrary. Our ladies' maids receive our frocks, boots, 
 &c., as perquisites — and, it's a very strange thing to 
 have exactly the same figure as their mistresses. 
 
 Jul. Ah, yes, some ladies'-maids are so clever. 
 Would you be so good as to ring the bell and tell Ma- 
 dame's people to give me some tea? 
 
 Mrs. N.'J. Oh! let me give you some tea, my dear 
 Princess, \_goes to table, pours out cup of tea, and hands it 
 to Juliette] Cream? 
 
 Jul. If you please. 
 
 [Mrs. Norwood Jones hands ere am\ 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I will have a cloak made like hers if I 
 have to send to Russia for it. And sugar? 
 
 Jul. Three large pieces. 
 
 [Mrs. Norwood Jones gives sugar"] 
 
 Mrs, N. J. Very pleasant society at the Mountrevors' 
 country house, I suppose. {^gives tea] 
 
 Jul. Oh, yes; but rather triste. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Yes. [aside] What beautiful French she 
 speaks, too. \a,louI] I always find the country so dull. 
 But you meet verynice people, people in good society, 
 
l8 PETTICOAT PERFIDY 
 
 I mean? 
 
 Jul. Ah, noj very nice, but common-place and vulgar. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [siis, l. c] You surprise me. Was not 
 Lord Fabian Fitznoodle there? You don't call /ttm vul- 
 gar, I hope. 
 
 Jul. Oh, no, he is quite a gentleman; very generous 
 with his money, and excellent taste. 
 
 Mrs N. J. [aside'] Generous with his money! What 
 does she mean? [a/ottd] I suppose you observed that he 
 — well — that he paid great attention to Mrs. Mountrevor? 
 
 Jul. Not at all, not at all. \holds out tea] 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I certainly heard that he did. [putting 
 her hand out'] Allow me — ['^via'ette. places her empty cup 
 in it] — oh, pray allow me. 
 
 Jul. Will you put it down for me? 
 
 Mrs N. J. With pleasure. [puts down cup] 
 
 Jul. Thank you; Lord Fabian is a handsome man, 
 a little /aw^ perhaps; but, did you ever see his valet? 
 Ah! his valet, mon Dieu, is a remarkably handsome man. 
 
 [rises] 
 
 Mrs N. J. No, I have not the pleasure of his ac- 
 quaintance, [aside] Rather an odd remark for a Russian 
 princess! 
 
 Jul. It is very warm. Tell me, dear friend, do you 
 see a fan anywhere about? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. On the chimney piece 
 
 Jul. Would you kindly? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, charmed, I am sure, [rises; fetches 
 fan from mantelpiece and gives it to Juliette] There, 
 Princess. 
 
 Jul. Thanks very much. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [aside] She is accustomed to be waited on, 
 there is no mistake about that, [aloud] And how do you 
 amuse yourself in London, Princess? You go to the 
 theatre? 
 
 Jul. Whenever I can, but it is not often, I have so 
 few evenings to myself, only one or two in the course of 
 the month. Sundays, of course, but in this stupid Lon- 
 don there are no theatres on Sundays. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Only one or two evenings — Oh, you mean 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY tg 
 
 you are so overwhelmed with your duties? 
 
 Jul. Exactly; always hard at work. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [aside'] Exemplary creature ! [aloud] And 
 are you fond of music? 
 
 Jul. Oh, mats out, f adore la musique! 
 
 \sings a few lines of French song] 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [aside] Ah, how thorougtily Russian. 
 [aloud] I am on my way to a concert now, and if the 
 Princess would allow me to get her a place — 
 
 Jul. All right! What is it, the white gentlemen with 
 the black faces in St. James' Hall? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Not exactly! Quite the contrary, Schumann 
 and Mendelssohn! 
 
 Jul. Oh, how nice! Dear Madame Jones, you are the 
 most adorable person that I ever met. May I kiss you? 
 [ kisses her] Thank you, my child. I hope I shall have 
 the pleasure and honor of seeing you on my Saturday 
 evenings? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. [aside] Just what I wanted! [aloud, with 
 a deep curtsey] Oh, Princess, you are too kind. 
 
 Jul. I shall send you a card to remind. When shall 
 I find you at home, charming Madame Jones? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. On Thursdays. But we must be quick, or 
 the concert will be over. My carriage is waiting, pray 
 come. 
 
 Enter Mrs. Mountrevor. 
 
 Mrs. M. {to Mrs. Norwood Jones) You are going so 
 soon? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Yes, my dear, I am going to take the 
 Princesse Borodinski to the Princes' Hall. 
 
 Jul. If Madame will excuse me for a short while. 
 
 Mrs. M. Excuse you! I am only too delighted that 
 \ ou are going. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. {aside) Oh, isn't she furious! 
 
 Mrs. M. {crosses l. to Juliette) Princess, here is the 
 ten pound note I promised you. {gives note) 
 
 Jul. Oh, merci, madame, mille fois, merci!" 
 
 Mrs. N. J. CBh ? {taking out purse) For some pet 
 charity of yours. Princess ? Oh, you must let me add 
 my widow's mite. Here, twenty {gives note) 
 
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 Jul. (r.) I really don't know whether- 
 
 {looking at Mrs. Mountrevor) 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, accept, Princess; accept by all means. 
 
 Jul. {to Mrs. Norwood Jones) If you knew what you 
 are doing. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, pray don't thank me, I know what 1 
 am about, (aside to Mrs. Mountrevor) Do, dearest, ask 
 me to dine here with her this evening. 
 
 Mrs. M {same tone) Certainly. You shall sit next to 
 her. (sits, l.) 
 
 Mrs. N. J, Now, Princess, we must really tear our- 
 selves away, 
 
 Jul. I am quite ready, my dear child, (aside, to 
 Mrs. Mountrevor) How long am I to play Princess? 
 
 Mrs. M. {aside, to her) Till after your return from the 
 concert. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. (opening door with ^great ceremony) Dear 
 Princess 
 
 Jul. (same manner') After you, madame, I beg 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I could not think of it. 
 
 Jul. Oh, if you insist, madame — (sails out of the room 
 with burlesque dignity) Thirty pounds! C\-st magnifique 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Good-bye for half an hour, darling. To- 
 morrow all London will know that I am the intimate 
 friend of Princesse Borodinski. 
 
 Mrs. M, (throwing herself into a ehair and laughing 
 heartily) Tit for tat! I think I am revenged for the ladies' 
 tailor — Herr von Wolfhausen indeed! The concert is at 
 the Princes' Hall — not three minntes' drivel Oh, if my 
 sweet friend, Mrs. Norwood Jones, only finds some of 
 her friends there — or, better still, some of mine who 
 know Juliette by sight. She deserves it, richly deserves 
 it all! (sits, sofa) I knew she had a second key to her 
 casket. (/'a^/«^z(/i Mrs. Norwood Jones' raj/C'^/) And sup- 
 pose I had been such a fool as to believe in her good 
 faith! And then if she had found (taking note from her 
 pocket) Lord Fabian's extraordinary letter. Of course 1 
 have never answered it, and if ever he dares to mention 
 the Crystal Palace in my presence, I'll — I'lll tell my hus- 
 band! And as for Mrs. Norwood Jones (re-enterMviS. 
 
PETTICOAT PERFIDY 21 
 
 Norwood Jones) Why, my dearest, back already? 
 
 {embraces) 
 
 Mrs. N. J. {seizing y[.^%. Movj^trevor's /lamh ej'uswe 
 ly) Oh, my precious sweet! Such a triumph for me! And 
 I am going to her Saturday evenmgs. (sits, r.) 
 
 Mrs. M. But where is the Princess? {sits, r. c.) 
 
 Mrs. N. J. She is just taking off her bonnet in your 
 room. Weli, we got to the Princes' Hall, but the con 
 cert was just coming to an end; so all we could do was 
 to stand in the doorway and see the people come out. 
 
 Mrs. M. Well, yes ? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. There were plenty of people I knew, and 
 I took good care to let them know with whom I was. 
 Lady Mary Galloway and others saw me with the Prin- 
 cess. They laughed. 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, they laughed, did they? {laughs) 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Yes, dearest, because I told them I had 
 carried the Princess away from you. . 
 
 Mrs. M. Oh, I am so glad you told them that. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Of course you are. {asidt) Isn't she furi- 
 ous ! {aloud) And then — Lord Fabian appeared. 
 
 Mrs. M. Lord Fabian himself ! {aside) Good luck, 
 indeed ! 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I whispered to him; and then he laughed 
 more than the others; but as he did not appear- to be 
 acquainted with the Princess, I took the liberty of intro- 
 ducing him to her. 
 
 Mrs. M. You did that ! {rises, laughs) 
 
 Mrs. N. J. {rises) Yes, and as I did so he became so 
 nervous at being introduced to a princess that he laughed 
 more than ever. 
 
 Mrs. M. Dear me, how rude ! {crosses l.) 
 
 Mrs. N. J. I am afraid the Princess would think so, 
 but her good tact saved the situation; she laughed more 
 heartily than he did, and poor Lord Fabian was so over- 
 come that he left us without saying another word. Now, 
 if I am to stop and dine here, I must take off some of 
 these things. May I ring for your maid ? (Mrs. Nor- 
 wood Jones rings bell) 
 
 Mrs, M. Of course, she is entirely at your disposal. 
 
22 PETTICOAT PERFIDV 
 
 Enter Juliette in her ordinary dress. 
 
 Jul. Did Madame ring ? 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Eh? What? No! Yes— it can't be ! 
 
 Mrs. M. It is Juliette, my maid, ci-devant Princesse 
 Borodinsky. (Mrs. Norwood Jones collapses onto sofa) I 
 owed you one for that opera-box, and you have given me 
 a receipt in full. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, terrible, terrible! the Lady Mary 
 Galloway's laughter ! 
 
 Jul. I waited on Lady Mary one year and two months. 
 
 (crosses c.) 
 
 Mrs. N..J. And Lord Fabian, did you wait on him 
 too? 
 
 Jul. {modestly) Oh no, madame, it is Lord Fabian 
 Fitznoodle that waits on me. 
 
 Mrs. M, What do you mean? 
 
 Jul. It is not my fault, madame, if I am attractive 
 and if my lord has fallen in love with me. My lord was 
 pleased to say that I was the only woman of distinction 
 when we were all down in the country. 
 
 Mrs. M. In the country ! But this letter that I found 
 in my room ? {taking letter from her pocket) 
 
 Jul. {taking it) Oh, i/ierci, madame, I have been look- 
 ing for. that letter of Lord Fabian's everywhere. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Then there was a letter, {pointing to Mrs. 
 Mountrevor's casket) "And you deceived my confidence ! 
 
 {rises) 
 
 Mrs. M. Of course I did, and you guessed it ! 
 
 Mrs. N. J. And this letter brought me yesterday by 
 the valet ? 
 
 Jul. Another little billet-doux for me ! 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Oh, abominable ! To be trifled with like 
 this! 
 
 Mrs. M. Ah, you did arrange your casket for my 
 inspection. 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Certainly, how could you doubt it? {she 
 falls into a chair) Its thoroughly shocking ! {businsss) 
 
 Mrs. M. {same business) Its perfectly disgraceful ! 
 
 Mrs. N. J. Shameful ! 
 
PETTICOAT PEKFIDV 
 
 23 
 
 Mrs. M. Abominable ! 
 
 Jul. Will the ladies take any more tea? 
 
 Mrs. M. Leave the room. 
 
 Curtain 
 
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THE OUTCAST'S DAUGHTER. 
 
 DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS 
 By MARi IN EDDY. 
 
 Price, t cents. 
 
 Ten male, five female and one child characters. Play, two and one-half 
 hours. Modern costumes. Three interior, one exterior scenes, all easily ar- 
 ranged where there is any scenery at hand. No stronger melodrama has been 
 given the play-loving public. Full of the strongest appealing heart interest. 
 intense, pathetic, real life, where joy and laughter are mingled with pathos 
 and suffering, but all ending happily. A melodrama without a villain or the 
 use of tire arms. Amateurs may play it successfully, it plays Itself, and It is 
 adapted to strong repertoire companies, 
 
 CAST OF CHARACTERS. 
 
 Carl Faber t An ex-convict 
 
 Howard Ross A manufacturer 
 
 Dennis Hogan Servant to Boss 
 
 Abel ..-. Gardner to Rosa 
 
 Judge Havens Of the police court 
 
 Recorder Uf the police court 
 
 Lettner Cl'Vh of police court 
 
 Second Court Clerk Clerk of police court 
 
 Two policemen 
 
 Little Hugo Agatha's child 
 
 Agatha Sterne Ross' book-keeper 
 
 las Rhlenhold A retired singer 
 
 Mrs. Wllmuth A washer woman 
 
 Katie Factory girl 
 
 Frances Factory girl 
 
 SYNOPSIS OP SCENES. 
 
 Act I. Ross' private office. "What has given me the honor of this visit?" 
 "1 will never slug again. My life has been a sad failure." , 'Good God I My 
 motherl" "I have done wrong, I confess, but when a mother asks, a child 
 must forgive. Oh, Mr. Ross, help me." "You, my rich and famous mother, 
 to you I was nothing, and you— you are nothing— nodAino to me." "Agathal 
 Agathal My child! My child 1" 
 
 Act 2. Agatha's attic. "My poor father. So young and strong. Howl 
 could have loved him." "Yes, Katie is right. I have nothing but bread for 
 my sweetchild." '-Madam, I vould lie, if I say she vas anything but a lady." 
 •'On the other side, towards the garden, there are a few rooms I have never 
 used. If you win take them— " "You do not looklike amanwhooould com- 
 mit murder. How was It?" "T was a weak. man and many misfortunes made 
 me deiperate." "Mypicturel I must be mad." "You are good, child, but 
 you shall not call me father," "Fatherl Father!" 
 
 Act 3. Ross' Garden, "He is so good to me, but I cannot forget my poor 
 tinhappy father." "The picture was taken when I was young. He shall have 
 It." "Stay here and be my wife." "That suspicious old man is in the gar- 
 den." "For her I sacrificed everything." "Do you want to go to prison 
 again?" "My father needs me to defend and comfort him." 
 
 Act 4. A Police Court. "Do not ask me, your honor — I am an ex-convict " 
 "Your silence will not help you." "It vas dark und Mri. Steme vas that 
 tcared she vas faint." "I hope, sor, yer honor believes in a future life sor." 
 "He wished to see his child; I am his child." "Grandfather, we love you ' 
 
 km tile wife. Bonot condemn him." 
 
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UNCLE RUBE 
 
 AN ORIGINAL HOMESTEAD PLAY IN FOUR ACTS. 
 
 By CHARLES TOWNSEND. 
 
 Author of more than seventy successful production: 
 
 The Flocft Rural Drama Ever Published. 
 
 PRICE, 2S CENTS. 
 
 CHARACTERS. 
 
 Stibek Rodnet, (Uncle Rube) Justice of the Peace, School Trustee, and a 
 
 Master band at "swappln bosses" Character lead. 
 
 BiHON Smarlet, a smooth and cunning oldTlUain Character heavy. 
 
 Mabk, his son, a promising young rascal Straight heavy. 
 
 Gordon Gray, a popular young artist Juvenile lead 
 
 Upson Asterbilt, an up-to-date New York dude Character comedy. 
 
 1KB, the hired man. "I want ter Icnowl" Eccentric. 
 
 BtJB Green, a comical young rustic Low comedy 
 
 Biu. Tappan, a country constable Comedy. 
 
 MiLioENT Lee, "the pretty school teacher" Juvenile lady. 
 
 Mrs. Mabia Bonn, a charming widow Character comedy 
 
 Tasos, a waif from New Yorlt Soubrette 
 
 TutE.— Mid Autumn. Placb,— Vermont. 
 
 Time or Plating.— Two hours and a quarter, 
 
 SYNOPSIS. 
 
 ACT 1. The Old Homestead. Uncle Rube arrives. 
 ACT II. The Constable's office. The plot to ruin Uncle Rube. 
 ACT III. Evening at the old farm. Uncle Rube Is arrested. 
 ACT IV. The Constable's office again. The old farmer wins I 
 
 This play was written by one of the most popular of American dramatists, 
 whose worlis have sold by the hundreds of thousands. One of the best plays 
 of its class ever written. Splendid characters. Powerful climaxes. Bright 
 wit. Merry humor. Very easy to produce. Liequires only three scenes. No 
 shifts of scenery during any act. Costumes all modern. No difficult proper- 
 ties required. 
 
 THE AUTHOR'S OPINION. 
 
 Mb. Townsend says of this drama, "I consider that 'Uncle Rube' Is far sur- 
 perlor to any play depicting country life that I have yet written." 
 
 This is <Ae play for everybody — amateurs as well as professionals. It can 
 be produced on any stage, and pleases all classes, from the most critical city 
 audiences to those of the smallest country towns. Printed directly from the 
 author's acting copy, with all the original stage directions. 
 
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A WOMAN'S HONOR. 
 
 A DRAHA IN FOUR ACTS. 
 By JOHN A. FRASER. 
 
 Author of "A Noble Outcast," "Santiago," "Modern Ananias." etc , etc. 
 
 Price, 25 cents. 
 
 Seven male, three female characters. Plays two hours. For intense 
 dramatic action, thrilling climaxes, uproarious comedy and a story of absorb^ 
 ing romantic interest, actors, either professional or amateur, wIU find few 
 plays to equal "A Woman's Honor." With careful rehearsals they will find a 
 sure hit is made every time without dilficulty. 
 
 CAST OF CHARACTERS. 
 
 General Mark Lester. A Hero of the Cuban Ten Years War Ltad 
 
 Pedro Mendez. His half brother.. Beavy 
 
 Dr. Garcia. Surgeon of the Madallne Straight 
 
 Gilbert Hall, M. D. In love with Olive ,,... ...,..,,,,,. .Juvenile 
 
 Robert Glenn. A Wall Street Banker Old man, 
 
 Gregory Grimes. Lester's Private Secretary. Eccentric Comedy 
 
 Ebenezer. Glenn's Butler Negro Comedy 
 
 011ve\Glenn'3 \ ^^ ,, Juvenile cead 
 
 Sally /Daughters / .Soubrette 
 
 Maria. Wife of Pedro , Character 
 
 KOTB.— Glenn and Garcia may double. 
 
 Act 1. The Glenn Mansion, New York City. 
 
 Act 2. The Isle of Santa Cruz, off San Domingo. One month later. 
 
 Acts 3 and 4. Lester's home at Santa Cruz. Five months later. Be- 
 tween Acts 3 and 4, one day elapses. 
 
 SYNOPSIS OF INCIDENTS. 
 
 Act I. Handsome drawingroom at Glenn's. Sally and Ebenezer. "I 
 Isn't Imputtinent, no, no, Missy." "Papa can't bear Gregory Grimes, but I'm 
 going to marry him if 1 feel like It." "Going away?" "I was dizzy for a mo- 
 ment, that was all." "This marriage is absolutely necessary to prevent my 
 disgrace." "General Lester, you are a noble man and I will repay my father's 
 debt of honor." "Robert Glenn is dead." 
 
 Act 2. Isle of Santa Cruz. "Mark brings his American bride to his 
 home today." "You and I and our child will be no better than servants." 
 "How can I help but be happy with one so good and kind ?" "It means I am 
 another man's wife." "Dat's mine ; don't you go to readin' my lub lettahs la 
 public." 
 
 Acta. Sitting-room in Lester's house. "What has happened? Is my 
 husband safe?" "Break away, give your little brotber a chance." "To tell 
 the truth, my heart is breaking." "Debt of dutyl and I was fool enough to 
 think she loved me." 
 
 Act 4. "The illness of the general has an ugly look." "The gossips 
 have it she would rejoice to be rid of her husband." "The Gilbert Hall I loved 
 Is dead." "Standing on the brink of the grave, my vision is clearer." "For- 
 
 five, and I will devote my life to making you happy In order to repay the debt 
 owe you— a debt of honor." 
 
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BECAUSE I LOVE YOU. 
 
 DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS. 
 
 By JOHN A. FRASER. 
 
 Author of "A Woman's Honor," "A Noble Outcast," "A Modem Ananias," 
 "Santiago," etc. 
 
 Price, 25 cents. 
 
 Eight male, four female characters. Plays two hours. Modern costumes. 
 This Is probably the strongest drama written of the modern romantic style. 
 It Is a pure love story and its sentiment and pathos are of the sterling, honest 
 kind which appeals to every man and woman with a human heart. The stags 
 business will be found extremely novel, but easily accomplished. The cli- 
 maxes are all new and tremendously effective. One climax especially has 
 never been surpassed. 
 
 CAST OP CHARACTERS. 
 
 Imogene Courtleigh. Wilful, wayward and wealthy Juvenile lead 
 
 Ginger. A Gypsy waif Soubreite 
 
 Nance Tyson. Her supposed mother Character 
 
 Prudence Freeheart. A poor relation Old maid comedy 
 
 Horace Verner. An artist and accidentally a married man Juvenile lead 
 
 Dinl^ Potts. His chum and incidentally in love with Ginger. Eccentric comedy 
 
 Ira Courtleigh. Imogene's guardian Heavy 
 
 Buck Tyson. A Gypsy timber Character comedy 
 
 Elmer Van Slttert. Anglomauiac, New Yorker ..Dude comedy 
 
 Major Duflfy. County Clerk and Confederate veteran Irish comedy 
 
 Squire Eipley. A Virginia landlord Character old man 
 
 Llge. A gentleman of color Negro character 
 
 Note: Squire Eipley and Van Sittert may double. 
 
 SYNOPSIS OF SCENES: 
 
 Actl. "The George Washington," a country tavern in old Virginia. An 
 Impromptu wedding. "When I was on the boards at old Pott's tne-ayter-" 
 "Horace has fallen in love and has done nothing but rave about her ever 
 since." "The marriage ceremony performed, I depart, ai.d you will make no 
 attempt ever to see me again." "Except at your own request, neverl" 
 
 Act 2. Lover'sLeap, a Blue Mountain precipice. A daring rescue. "Gold 
 does not always purchase happiness, lady." "Do you ever feel the need of a 
 faithful friend?" "I do, I do, I'm thinking of buying a bulldog." "Look at 
 thestrldeof him, and Imogene sitting him as if he were a part of herself." 
 Within twenty feet of certain death. "Gonef Without even my thanks for 
 such a deed of desperate heroism?" 
 
 Act 3. The Courtleigh Place. A woman's folly. "And you say his father 
 was a gentleman?' "I have already refused to sign the document." "Stand 
 back, she is my wife." 
 
 Act 4, The "Mountain Studio." "You're too good to let that French girl 
 get you." "I struclc him full in the face and the challenge followed." "You 
 will not meet this man, dear love?" "It shall, at least, be blow for blow." 
 "I release you from your promise. Fight that man." "I'm the happiest man 
 In old Virginia, because you love me." 
 
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TOnPKIN'S HIRED MAN. 
 
 A DRAMA IN THREE ACTS. 
 
 By EPFIE W. MERRiMAN. 
 
 Author of "Diamonds and Hearts," "A Pair of Artists'*, "Througli a Matrlmo 
 nlal Bureau, ""Their First Meeting," "Comedies for Children, ""Socials,'- 
 etc. 
 
 Price, 25 cents. 
 This is a strong play. No tiner character than Dixey, th hired man. 
 has ever been created in American dramBtio literature. He compels alternate 
 laughter and tears, and possesses such quaint ways and so much of the milk 
 of human kindness, as to make him a favorite with all audiences. The other 
 male characters make good contrasts: Tompkins, the prosperous, straightfor- 
 ward farmer; Jerry, the country bumpkin, and Remington, the manly young 
 American. Mrs. Tompkins is a strong old woman part; Julia, the spoiled 
 daughter; Louise, the leading juvenile, and Euth, the romping soubrette, are 
 all worthy of the best talent. This is a line play of American life; the scene 
 of the three acts being laid In the kitchen of Tompkin's farm-house. The 
 settlnga are quite elaborate, but easy to manage, as there is no change of 
 scene. We strongly recommend "Tompkin's Hired Man" as a sure success. 
 
 CHARACTERS. 
 
 Asa Tompkins — A prosperous farmer who cannot tolerate deceit. 
 
 Dixey— The hired man, and one of nature's noblemen. 
 
 John Remington — ^A manly young man in love with Louise. 
 
 Jerry— A half -grown, awkward country lad. 
 
 Mrs, Tomplcins — A woman with a secret that embitters her. 
 
 Julia— A spoiled child, the only daughter born to Mr. and Mrs Tompkins. 
 
 Louise — The daughter whom Mr. Tompkins believes to be his own. 
 
 Ruth— Mr, Tompkin's niece, and a great romp. 
 
 PLAYS ABOUT TWO HOURS. 
 SYNOPSIS: 
 
 Act I. Sewing carpet rags. "John and I are engaged." "Well, you 
 can disengage yourself, for you'll never be married." "Mrs. Clark, she's took 
 worse." Who makes the cake? Julia declines to sew carpet rags. "It 
 would ruin my hands for the piano or my painting." Dixey to the rescue. 
 "You take the rags a minute, child, and I'll jist give that fire a boost." 
 Dixey's story. "It breaks his heart, but he gives laer away, an' he promises 
 never teh let her know as how he's her father." Enter Jerry. "Howdy." 
 John gets a situation in the city. Farewell. "It's a dandy scheme, all the 
 same. Well have our party in spite of Aunt Sarah." "Oh, I'm bo happy." 
 The quartette. Curtain. 
 
 Act 2. Chopping mince-meat. The letter. Louisa faints. "How dare 
 you read a paper that does not concern you? "You have robbed me of my 
 lather's love." The mother's story. Dinner. "I swan, I guess I set this 
 table with a pitchfork." "Now, Lambkin, tell Dixey all 'bout it, can't yer?" 
 "It looks zlf they'd got teh be a change here puny darned quick, an' zif I'm 
 the feller 'lected teh bring It 'bout." "None o' my blzness, I know, but— 
 lam her father 1" "It's love the leetle one wants, not money." "If I'd been 
 a fnan, I'd never give my leetle gal away." "I'm dead sot on them two prop- 
 'sitions." Curtain. 
 
 Acts. Dixey builds the Are. "Things haint so dangerous when every- 
 bony's got his stummick full." The telegram. "It means that Louise is my 
 jiiomised wife." "By what right do you insinuate that there has been 
 ti eachery under this roof?" "A miserable, dirty, little waif, picked up on 
 tlie streets, and palmed off upon my father as his child 1" "Oh my wife, your 
 attitude tells a story that breaks my heart." "Yeh druve her to do what she 
 did, an' yehhaint got no right teh blame her now." "Friend Tompkins rt 
 third man has taken our leetle gal, an' we've both got teh larn teh git along 
 without, her. We kin all be happy In spite o' them two sentimental kids." 
 Curtain. 
 
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 CHICAQO. 
 
DIAMONDS AND HEARTS 
 A Comedy Drama in Three Acts. 
 
 By EFFIE W. MERRIAIAN. 
 Price, 25 cents. 
 
 This new play has bounded at once into a wide popularity. The good plot, 
 the strong **heart" interest, and the abundant comedy all combine to makfl 
 a most excellent drama. "Bub" Barnes is a flue character of thejosh Whit 
 comb type, and his sister is a ■worthy companion "bit." Sammy Is an excru- 
 ciatingly funny little darkey. The other characters are good. Fine opportun- 
 ity for introducing specialties. The play has so many good points that It 
 nerer fails to be a success. 
 
 CAST OF CHARACTERS. 
 
 Bernics Halbtead, a young lady of eighteen, with an affection of the 
 heart, a love lor tun and hatred of arithmetic 
 
 Amt Halstead, her sister, two years younger, lond of frolic 
 
 Inez Gray, a young lady visitor, willing to share in the fun 
 
 Mrs. Halstead, a widow, and stepmother of the Halstead girls 
 
 Hannah Mary Barnes, or "Sis," a maiden lady who keeps house for her 
 brother 
 
 DwiGHT Bradlet, a fortune hunter and Mrs. Halstead's son by a former 
 marriage 
 
 Dr. Bdrton, a young physician 
 
 Sammt, the darky bell-boy in the Halstead house 
 
 Abraham Barnes, or "Bub,'* a yankee farmer, still unmarried at forty — a 
 diamond in the rough 
 
 ATTORNET ; SHEBIFr 
 
 Time of playing, two hours. 
 Two interior scenes. Modern costumes. 
 
 SYNOPSIS OF INCIDENTS. 
 
 Act. t. Parlor of the Halstead home. The young doctor. The three girls 
 plot to make his acquaintance. An afEection of the heart. "Easy to fool a 
 young doctor," but not so easy after all. The stepmother and her eon. The 
 stolen diamonds. The missing will. Plot to win Bernice. "I would not 
 marry Dwight Bradley for all the wealth the world contains." Driven from 
 home. 
 
 Act 2. Kitchenof the Barnes' farm house. Bub takes olT his boots. The 
 new school ma'am. "Supper's ready." "This is our nephew and he's a doc- 
 tor." Recognition.. A difficult problem in arithmetic. The doctor to the 
 rescue. "I'mjusttne happiest girl in theworld." "I've come to pop the 
 question, an' why don't I do it?" Brother and sister. "It it's a heifer, it's 
 tehbemlne." The sheriff. Arrested for stealing the diamonds. "Let me 
 knock yer dumed lieadoff." The jewels found in Bernice's trunk. 
 
 Act 3. Parlor of the Halstead liome. "That was a lucky stroke— hiding 
 thosediamouds in her trunk." The schemer's plot miscarries. Abe and 
 Sammy join hands. The lawyer. "Bully for her." Bradley tries to escape. 
 "J!o, ye don't!" Arrested. "It means, dear, that you arc to be persecuted no 
 more." Wedding presents, and a war dance around them, "it is no trick at 
 all to fool a young doctor." 
 
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 CHICAGO. 
 
CAPT. RACKET 
 
 A COHEDY IN THREE ACTS. 
 
 BY 
 
 Char!es Townsend. 
 
 PRICB 25 Cents. 
 
 This latest play by Jlr. Townaend will probablybe one of his 
 most popular productions; it cc-'ainly is one of his best. It is 
 full 01 action from start to fini.:li. Comic situations follow one 
 after another, and the ai;t endings arc especially strong and lively. 
 Every character is good antl aliirds :.] undant opportunity for 
 effective work. Can be p . od i y uur men and three women, 
 if desired. The same scene is used" for ?.\l 'ihe acis, and it is an easy 
 interior. A most excellent ^ i"y for repertoire companies. No 
 seeker for a good play can afford :o ignora it. 
 
 CHARACTERS. 
 
 CiPT. ROBBHT Racket, one of the Nation_l Gcmrd. A lawyer when he has 
 nothing else to do, and a liar all the time , Comedy Lead. 
 
 Obadiah Dawson, his uncle, from J-'^an, "where they make tea.*' 
 Cormdij Old Man, 
 
 TiMOTHT ToLMAN, his'friend, who married foi' money and Is sorry for it. 
 Juvenil Man. 
 
 Me. Dalbot, his father-in-law, a jolly --ud cove Eccentric. 
 
 HoEaoK, a waiter fiom the "Cafe Gloriana," who adds to the confusion. 
 UiMty. 
 
 Claeice, the Captain's pretty wile, out f^r a lark, an^i up to "anything 
 awful" Comedy Lead. 
 
 Mb3. Tolman, a lady with a temper, who finds her Timothy a vexation 
 ofsplrlt '.0-d-Woman. 
 
 Katt, a mischievous maid Soubrette. 
 
 TooTST, the "Kid." Tim's olive branch Props. 
 
 SYNOPSIS. 
 
 ACT I. Place: Tim's country home on the Hudson near New York. 
 Time: A breezy morning in September. The Captain's fancy takes a flight 
 ind trouble begins. 
 
 -\ct II. Place: the same. Time: the next morning. How one yarn 
 requires another. "The greatest liar unhung." Now the trouble Increases 
 and the Captain prepares for war. 
 
 Act III. Place: The same. Time: Evening of the same day. More mis- 
 .'vv. A general muddle. "Dance or you'll die." Cornered at last. The 
 'Ju.ptain owns up. .Ml serene. 
 
 1'ime of playing: Two hours. 
 
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 CHICAQO. 
 
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 SYNOPSIS. 
 
 Gathering of the Members of the Society. — The EoU-Call. — 
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 CONTENTS. 
 
 Chapter I. General Remarks. 
 
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 Chapter III. The Make-up Box. Grease-PHints, Mirrors, Face Powder and 
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 Chapter IV. Preliminaries before Making up; the Straight Make-up 
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 Chapter Y. Remarks to Ladles. Liquid Creams, Bougc, Lips. Eyebruws, 
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 Chapter VI. Juveniles. Straight Juvenile Make-up, Society Men, 
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 Chapter VH. Adults, Middle Aged, and Old Men. Ordinary Type of 
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 Chapter VIII. Comedy and Character Make-ups. Comedy Effects, 
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 Chapter IX. The Human Features. The Mouth and Lips, the Eyes and 
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 Chapter X. Other Exposed Parts of the Human Anatomy. 
 
 Chapter XI. Wigs, Beards, Moustaches, and Eyebrows. Choosing 
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