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LOOKING FOR
MARY JANE
BY
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PHILADELPHIA
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THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
PHILADELPHIA
Looking for Mary Jane
A Farce in Three Acts
By
HELEN BAGG
Author of "Whiskers;' **Why Not Jim;'
"Let's All Get Married," etc.
PHILADELPHIA
THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY
1915
Copyright 1915 by The Penn Publishing Company
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CHARACTERS
John Merrifield
Augustus Merrifield
Charles Barnes
Berkeley Crane
Ambrose Paddington
Gustave Schultz
Wing Tu .
An Expressman.
Pauline Wentworth
Marie Varney
a Chicago millionaire
. his only son
Augustus^ chuniy
who is stout but energetic
a friend of both
a composer of opera
manager of an opera company
a laundryman
whose aunt keeps a boarding-hotise
a young widow
Carlita Romagna Schultz . . a prima donna
Gladys . . . who has worked in a restaurant
Time : — Two hours and a half.
SYNOPSIS
Act I. — Living-room of the Wentworth house. One after-
noon in August.
Act II. — Same scene ; evening of the same day.
Act III.— Same scene ; an hour later.
Time. — The present.
Place. — Any city in the United States not in the extreme
east or extreme west.
** Now You've Done It ! Get Out of Here !
STORY OF THE PLAY
Gus Merrifield's father, a millionaire, wants his son to pay
an old debt of gratitude by marrying Mary Jane
Crabbe, daughter of a former partner. Gus is travel-
ing with two friends, Berkeley (Berk) and Charles. A
handsome young opera star, ** Carlita " has induced
Berk to help her smuggle a Chinaman into the United
States in a trunk. Gus receives his father's peremptory
order to find Mary Jane at Mrs. Wentworth's boarding-
house and marry her. The three friends find there
is a Mary Jane in the house, known however as
Marie Varney, a young widow. The boys are hard
up. They fix up a plan to have Berk get engaged to
Marie under Gus's name, hoping she will break the
engagement when she finds the deception. But through
Pauline, Mrs. Wentworth's niece, Marie discovers the
scheme, and to punish the boys becomes engaged to all
three of them. Then the trunk supposed to contain
the Chinaman arrives. The boys are afraid of the
police. A real Chinaman, ** Carlita's" jealous husband,
and a smallpox scare add other complications. Berk
and Gus have really fallen in love, but the girls won't
look at them. Gus's father arrives to find things badly
mixed. But it turns out that ''Carlita" is the real
Mary Jane, that there was no smuggled Chinaman and
no smallpox, and the boys are forgiven and happy.
COSTUMES, ETC.
Mr. Merrifield. About sixty. White whiskers and hair.
Summer costume.
Augustus (Gus) Merrifield. Twenty-three. Handsome.
Rather shy. Well dressed in summer suit, straw hat,
etc.
Charles Barnes. Twenty-five. Stout. He has a genius
for getting into and out of scrapes. Well dressed in
summer suit.
Berkeley (Berk) Crane. Twenty two. Good-looking,
happy-go-lucky. Rather absent-minded. Well-dressed
in summer suit.
Paddington. Thirty. Slender, with long dark hair.
Excitable. Wears dark clothes, with slouch hat and a
big black loose bow tie, witli flowing ends.
ScHULTZ. Thirty. A stout and rather excitable German.
Summer clothing. Carries a very large silk handker-
chief of some bright color.
Wing Tu. Chinaman, any age. Typical Chinese costume
of blue blouse and loose trousers, slippers, silk cap,
queue.
Expressman. Any age. Blue checked blouse or shirt,
uniform cap, dark trousers. Rough in manner and
speech.
Pauline. Twenty. Very pretty. Indoor summer dress,
plain but attractive.
Marie, Twenty-one. A charming young woman, stun-
ningly gowned. Summer dress, hat, gloves, etc.
Carlita. Twenty-five. Emotional. Red hair if possible
(if not, text must be slightly altered to omit references
to her hair). Handsome sunmier gown, hat, gloves,
etc.
Gladys. Nineteen. She wears the cap and apron of a
servant, but the latest thing in hair and summer skirts.
She is slangy, but not coarse.
PROPERTIES
Merrifield. Paper money.
Gus. Chisel ; a bunch of roses (or a pasteboard box
tied up and supposed to contain roses) ; a large box
tied with cord and containing a lady's coat. This
coat should be as startling in style as possible. It may
have bright colored cuffs, collar, belt, etc. On the
back should be sewed a piece of black cloth of irregular
shape, supposed to be an ink-spot.
Charles. Metal paper knife, cigarette. Large hat box,
tied up, and containing a lady's hat. This should be
in loud colors, large feather, etc., and should be as
startling as possible in combination with the coat de-
scribed above.
Berk. Money (coins). Revolver. Bunch of roses, or a
box tied up and supposed to contain roses. Handker-
chief, scarf-pin, key.
Paddington. Large patent-medicine bottle. China, and
light pieces of wood to smash off stage. Roll of music.
ScHULTZ. Telegram.
Wing Tu. Folded paper.
Expressman. Large trunk, containing slippers, braid of
false hair, gloves, fan, and an armful of feminine
clothing.
Pauline. Papers on desk. Envelope. Vase for flowers,
newspaper. Hot-water bag.
Marie. Roses, dog, note, suit-case, handkerchief.
Carlita. Vanity-box. Handkerchief.
Gladys. Telegram. Visiting card.
Other Properties. Waste-paper basket, lamp on table, a
framed picture on wall.
SCENE PLOT
Inferior
BachinjS
SCENE {same for all acts). — The living-room of Mrs.
Wentworth's boarding-house. Pleasantly, but not
luxuriously, furnished. Wide door with portieres up c,
leading to entrance hall and street. Door l. leads to
stairs and rooms on all floors. Door r. leads to other
down-stairs rooms. Closet up L., with key in door, is
supposed to be place where the family keeps its um-
brellas, etc. Table r. c, with lamp and paper-knife
on it, as well as books, papers, etc. Armchair to r.
of table. Small chairs down r. and near door c.
Desk up L., with small chair in front of it, and on or
over desk a rack for letters. Sofa down L. Framed
picture on wall up r. with a telegram in envelope
sticking in frame at rise of curtain, Act I. Other fur-
nishings as desired.
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ACT I
The curtain rises upon the living-room of Mrs. Went-
worth's house. It is a large^ pleasantly furnished
room; door with portieres at c. leading to reception
hall ; doors at R. and l. Another door up l. leads
to a closet where the family keeps its umbrellas ^ etc.
Library table ^ r. c, with easy chair to right of it.
Couch or sofa down l. Small desk up l. with a rack
for letters on it. In front of it is a desk chair. Small
chairs down R. and at c. near door. Framed picture
on wall up R. Some one is improvising at a pia7io off
stage at r. Gladys is adjusting lamp on table ^ R. c.
The 'phone on the desk up l. rings and she goes to
answer it as deliberately as she dares.
Gladys (at 'phone). Hullo ! Huh ? No, this ain't Rosiel
You got your wires crossed ! Fresh ! {Bangs down
receiver.') A girl needs the legs of a centipede to work
in a boarding-house ! If it wasn't for George bein' the
cop on this beat, I never would have quit the restau-
rant ! Believe me !
(She takes a few *^ grapevine " steps back to the table, whis-
tling vigorously. The piano stops instantly, and Am-
brose Paddington appears at r., his hat under his
arm. He rushes at the amazed whistler atid seizes
her angrily by the arm.)
Paddington. Here, stop that, will you ?
Gladys. Suffering cats, Mr. Paddington !
Paddington. That noise — you've got to stop it, do you
understand ?
GhkT>\s {much offended). Me?
Paddington. Here 1 am, at the psychological moment of
my opera — the moment that is to draw the listening
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multitudes out of their chairs, and hold them sus-
pended in emotional ecstasy — and how am I to do it,
when all that 1 can hear is your infernal
(^He imitates her whistling angrily.^
Gladys. My gracious, Mr. Paddington, I ain't no
mummy.
Paddington. Well, keep quiet — there's a good girl. And
if any one calls for me, say that I will be back in an
hour ; unless it's a man with a bill — you can tell him
I'm dead.
Gladys. I got you.
Paddington (^pausing and surveying her meditatively').
You're a very lucky young woman.
Gladys. Lucky ? Me ?
Paddington. Yes. In future years, when the world is
ringing with the praises of my opera, you will be able
to tell your children
Gladys (indignantly). Why, the idea, Mr. Paddington.
Well, 1 like
Paddington. You will be able to tell your children that
you listened to that ravishing music long before it ever
reached the dull ears of the public. Oh, happy little
one !
(Puts his hat on and swaggers off at c. Gladys stares
after him wrathfully.)
Gladys. Little one ! If I don't tell my cop to lean on
your face and hand you one for a fresh guy, my name
ain't Gladys ! {She shakes her fist at him.)
{Efiter Pauline Wentworth, l.)
Pauline. Has Mr. Paddington gone out, Gladys?
Gladys. He's in the hall now, Miss Pauline.
Pauline {crossing to c. attd calling). Mr. Paddington !
{Exit Gladys at r., angrily. Pauline goes to desk up L.
and sits.)
{Enter Paddington at c.)
Paddington. Did somebody call me ?
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Pauline. I did. May I have a word or two with you on
business ?
Paddington. With pleasure, Miss Wentworth. (He sits ;
pause y while she looks through her papers.) May I
suggest that 1 have a pressing engagement at five ?
Pauline. 1 won't keep you a moment. You know, since
my aunt has been laid up with hay fever, 1 have been
running the house, and
Paddington. One moment. That reminds me. Your
aunt sneezes entirely too much and too loudly. Yes-
terday when 1 was down town, 1 bought a new remedy
which is guaranteed to break up the most obstinate case
of hay fever in twenty-four hours. Allow me to pre-
sent it to your aunt. (Hands her a large bottle.)
Pauline. Why, Mr. Paddington, how kind of you 1
Paddington. It's nothing. I have a sympathetic nature.
Without it I could not compose ; and I cannot com-
pose while your aunt sneezes, and that fiend in the
kitchen whistles !
Pauline. 1 see. {Takes a small envelope from the desk.)
1 have a bill here, Mr. Paddington, that 1 would like
to have you settle if it's convenient.
Paddington (^gloomily). Miss Wentworth, it's never con-
venient to settle bills — never !
Pauline. But it's been running two months
Paddington. What's the use of trying to catch up with a
thing that's been running for two months?
Pauline. But
Paddington. However, I don't mind telling you that I
expect very soon to be able to pay them all. Did you
ever hear of Mme. Carlita Romagna ?
Pauline. No.
Paddington. She is an opera singer — beautiful as a dream.
She sings Marguerite, Aida, Mimi, Carmen, like an
angel from heaven ! She is married to a man named
Schultz.
Pauline. Oh, how could she?
Paddington. He is the manager of the company. They
have been touring Mexico, and open here to-morrow.
I intend that she shall produce my opera.
Pauline. But
Paddington. Listen. I heard her sing a year ago, and I
swore that no other woman should create the title role
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of my opera. I went to see her — she was out. I went
again — she was out. I followed iier from town to
town, but she was always out.
Pauline. It must have been very trying.
Paddington. It was maddening ! 1 followed them from
New York here ; they went on into Mexico. 1 had no
money to follow them any further. Now that they are
coming back, they shall produce my opera.
Pauline. But perhaps she'll siill be out.
Paddington. Oh, no. I have discovered the key to her
friendship. I have rendered her a great service. When
she hears this she will be so grateful that she will hear
my opera, and once she has heard it, 1 have her in the
hollow of my hand. It will make us both famous, and
when I am famous, your bill shall be paid.
Pauline. Of course if
Paddington. I haven't time for another word. Mme.
Schultz arrived this morning. I wrote her asking for
an interview at five ; it is now half-past four. Adios.
(^He darts off, C.)
Pauline. Oh, dear, I'm afraid I'll never be a success in
the boarding-house business. The artistic temperament
is a weird thing.
(She begins to sort letters, putting them into a rack on the
desk.)
(Enter Gladys at r.)
Gladys. Say, the Chink's in the kitchen with Mr. Pad-
dington's laundry.
Pauline {absorbed in a letter). Well ?
Gladys. He says he'll not go till his bill's paid.
Pauline. Then I'm afraid Mr. Paddington will have to
take his meals in his room for a while.
Gladys. He says he'll not budge till he gets his money,
and the cook says either him or her'U have to beat it
before dinner.
Pauline. That'll never do. Send him in here. (Gladys
starts R.) Oh, and Gladys, I have a letter here from
three young gentlemen from Chicago. They've been
traveling in Mexico and will arrive some time to-day.
(^Consults letter.) Mr. Merrifield, Mr. Barnes and Mr.
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Crane. Mr. Merrifield is the son of the Chicago mil-
lionaire pork packer.
Gladys. Them packers is a bad lot. Why, I seen a
fillum
Pauline (patiently). Yes, Gladys. Auntie had a letter
from old Mr. Merrifield some time ago engaging rooms
for them. We must get them ready at once. The
other two are traveling as young Mr. Merrifield's guests.
There was a telegram for Mr. Merrifield yesterday, you
know. Where did you put it ?
Gladys. Here you are.
{Takes telegram from picture frame^ up R.)
Pauline. Oh, thank you. Now hurry, Gladys.
Gladys. All right.
(^Exit c, very slowly. Pauline puts telegram in rack
on desk.)
{Enter Wing Tu at r. He is a placid- looking Chinaman
in native costume.)
Pauline. Oh, good-evening, Wing.
Wing Tu (xw/////?-). How do, missee? Me gottee washee
for Mr. Paddlington.
Pauline. Yes, you may leave it in the kitchen, you know.
Wing Tu {smiling wider). Me gottee littee bill for Mr.
Paddlington. {Takes paper from blouse.)
Pauline. I'm sorry, but he's just gone out.
Wing Tu {still smiling). Me gottee two, three littee bills.
Me gettee brother from China this week. Takee iottee
money gettee brother from China by Mexico. Me likee
gettee bills paid.
Pauline. A brother from China? What do you mean?
Wing Tu. Costee Iottee money snuggle Chinaman over
border.
Pauline. Smuggle?
Wing Tu. Some time bling him over in boat — some time
put him in flour barrel in Pullman car. Me got brother
some over in lady's trunk — allee samee silk stockings.
Pauline. Do you mean to say that your brother is being
smuggled over from Mexico in a lady's trunk?
(Wing Tu nods.) But it's very wicked !
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Wing Tu. Sure — velly wicked — velly expensive. Me
likee getlee littee bill paid.
Pauline. Very well, I'll speak to Mr. Paddington ; but
you mustn't cuiue and sit in the kitchen ; my cook
doesn't like it. You come in here next time, do you
understand ?
Wing Tu. Me savvy, missee. Good-bye.
(£xit at R. Pauline rises.)
Pauline. Now I must go up and look after those rooms.
(^Exii, L.)
{Enter Gladys, preceding Augustus Merrifield and
Charles Barnes, at c.)
Gus. Tell Mrs. Wentworth that Mr. Merrifield and Mr.
Barnes are here, please.
Gladys. Are you the young men from Chicago? I
thought they was three of you?
Charles. We are, oh, Mrs. Sherlock Holmes, and there
are three of us; but one of us, being a fastidious crea-
ture, stopped down-town to get a shave.
Gladys {eyeing him distastefully). I'll call Miss Pauline.
(Exitf L.)
Charles. Miss Pauline sounds good to me. Go as far as
you like.
Gus {coming down, l.). I say, Charlie, I don't Hke this.
Dad wrote me that the house was managed by a Mrs.
AVentworth.
Charles {coming down r.). Oh, Gus, Gus, what makes
you such a girl hater?
Gus. Oh, I'll tell you some time; this isn't the time. I
feel exactly as though something disagreeable was going
to happen to me in this place. {Sits on sofa down l.)
Charles. It's your liver. Everybody feels that way after
he's lived a month on Mexican cooking. Cheer up,
we're going to hear from that rich dad of yours and get
a good fat remittance, so that we can go on to Cali-
fornia. Wonder where they keep their mail? {He
goes up L., looks aroufidj sees telegram in rack, takes
it out.) What did 1 tell you ? Telegram.
: {Comes doiun and hands it to Gus.)
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Gus. It's from Dad, all right. He always telegraphs.
Charles. Well, if I had his money, I'd use nothing but
wireless.
Gus (reading). Great Guns I
Charles. What's the matter?
Gus {handing it to him). Read that.
Charles. "Mary Jane found, living at 231 Monterey
Street. Wire favorable results or no remittance.
Father." Gus, your father hasn't gone out of his head,
has he? Nervous strain, you know? Swinging big
deals — all that sort of thing ?
Gus {irritably). No, I know what he means, all right.
Charles. Well, you'll have to show me. 1 don't read
code messages. {Sits on sofa^ l. )
Gus {pointing tragically to telegram). That's ray reason
for being a woman hater. It's hung over me since my
cradle.
Charles. You mean it's — it's hereditary ?
Gus. No, I mean Mary Jane. I may as well tell you.
The trip's busted, and 1 suppose you've got to know
why.
Charles. There seemed to be a dark sort of a hint about
the remittance.
Gus. That's not a hint, it's a cold blooded threat. Listen ;
when my Dad started out in business, he had a partner
named Crabbe, who got him to invest in a gold mine.
Crabbe got discouraged and Dad bought him out.
Soon after that Crabbe disappeared.
Charles. You don't say I Well, where does Mary
Jane
Gus. I'll get to her quick enough, don't worry. About ten
years later, an English syndicate took hold of the mine,
found it was worth a lot of money, and what with that
and the pigs, he's been on Easy Street ever since.
Charles. Gosh ! The luck — the infernal luck of some
chaps !
Gus. Then Dad set to work to locate Crabbe. They found
the old chap was dead and had left a daughter, Mary
Jane. Dad's been looking for her for five years. Ac-
cording to that wire, he's located her right here in this
house. He must have known it when he told me to
come here.
Charles. I see. He wants to settle some money on her?
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Gus. No, he doesn't. He wants to settle me on her.
Charles. What ?
Gus. He wants me to marry her. What do you think of
that?
Charles. I think it only needs soft music, a spotlight
and a staircase waltz to make a first rate musical
comedy.
Gus {rising y atid pacing back and forth). Yes, I thought
you'd see the funny side of it.
Charles {waving telegram at Gus). Do you mean to say
that this is why you've always avoided girls?
Gus. Well, wouldn't you avoid 'em if you expected to be
swooped down on and married any minute by a woman
named Mary Jane Crabbe ?
Charles. Don't be conceited, my son; she might turn you
down. {Laughs.)
Gus. She wouldn't have a chance if Dad got hold of her.
He'd have us married and off on our honeymoon before
we knew the color of each other's eyes.
Charles. What are you going to do?
Gus. Do? I'm going to wire him that he's crazy, and
then I'm going to walk the ties home !
Charles. It's confoundedly hot weather for walking,
Gus. Why not wait and meet her? She might be
very attractive.
Gus. No woman is attractive if you're compelled to marry
her.
Charles. Being engaged to her isn't marrying her.
Gus (r.). What do you mean ?
Charles. A thousand things that can happen to upset an
engagement.
Gus. Tiiat doesn't help me. I can't get engaged to a
girl in a week just to give you and Berk a trip to
California.
Charles {rising and going c). You could if you weren't
such a blamed coward. You could get the thing
settled, wire your father, get the money, and break the
engagement at your leisure, when within walking dis-
tance of Chicago.
Gus. That would be a nice way to treat a poor girl,
wouldn't it?
Charles. Why not ? Don't they break engagements for
any fool thing they want to? Haven't three of them
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broken engagements with me in three years ? Of
course, if you'd rather give up the trip
Gus. You know I woukhi't. I'm having the time of my life.
But, hang it all, 1 shouldn't know how to go about it.
Charles. 1 only wish it had happened to Berk or
me. ( Goes L. )
Gus. So do I.
Charles {suddenly). Gus !
Gus. Well ?
Charles. Come here and listen carefully to papa. Why
shouldn't Berk change places with yon, carry out the
scheme, then write the lady and confess the truth ?
She'll be furious, break the engagement, and there you
are. Your father can't expect you to marry a woman
who won't have you, and we'll have had our trip.
Gus. Sounds like a con game.
Charles. It is a con game. Of course, if you've set your
mind on walking home, I'm willing. I had a sun-
stroke once when I was a kid, but to oblige a friend
Gus. 1 say, Charlie, do yon suppose Berk could do it?
Charles. Berk? Like a dream. Isn't he always falling
in love with somebody or other?
Gus. But we don't want him to fall in love with her.
Charles. What do we care? That's his lookout. We're
not chaperoning Berkeley Crane, are we?
Gus. Do you think he will?
Charles. You bet he will, if T get hold of him once.
He's always getting into flirtations to please himself;
let him get into one to jjle^ise us once.
Gus. That's right. You know what that red-headed girl
who was on the train with us yesterday did to him?
Got him to check one of her trunks through on his
ticket — she had excess baggage. 1 told him he'd get
into trouble one of these days, being so fresh.
Charles. Well, he's got a good chance to get into it on
this deal. (^Whist/in,^ heard off stage.) There he
comes — let me handle him.
Gus. He sounds happy.
Charles. He won't sound happy long.
{Efiter Berkeley Crane at c.)
Berk. Hullo, fellows ! How's everything? That barber
was slow as time. I say, what's the matter?
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Gus {sittings down r). Everything.
Charles {down r.). Sit down, Berk, and brace yourself
for a blow.
Berk. What — didn't the check come?
Gus. That's the least of the trouble.
Bekk (J)ringi7ig chair from R. and sittings c). Great
Scott, anybody dead ?
Gus. Not yet. Tell him, Charlie.
Charles {with precision). Gus has just had a telegram
from his fatiier, saying that lie won't send any more
money unleSvS Gus wires him within a week that he's
engaged to a girl who's living in this house.
Berk {grinning). Well, what's the joke ?
Gus. There isn't any. It's the truth. I've got to wire
Dad that I'm engaged to a girl named Mary Jane, or
we walk back to Chicago.
Berk. Well, go ahead, wire him. I don't mind.
Charles. Sit down, you wooden-head. We can't do it
unless Gus is engaged to her. The old gentleman
might wire back congratulations.
Bekk. Let him get engaged to her, then. I always
thought some girl would make Gus a good husband.
Charles. But he doesn't want to be engaged to her.
Berk. Well, he doesn't want to walk home, does he?
Gus. Besides, 1 can't. She wouldn't have me.
Bekk. Oh, she might. There's no accounting for tastes.
Charles. Look here, Berkeley Crane, one of us has got
to be engaged to that girl in a week. Gus is scared to
death if a girl looks at him, so you've got to do it.
Berk {rising). Me ? Not on your life.
Charles. You've got to.
Berk. Never. Why, I don't know her !
Gus. Neither do we.
Berk. I'd walk to Cape Cod first. Nothing doin-g.
Charles {rising). Look here. Berk, be a good chap
Bkkk. Be a darn fool, you mean.
Gus. All you've got to do is to be yourself — I mean, be
me, but act like yourself.
Bekk. Why can't Charlie do it?
Gus. Why, he
Charles. I'd do it — I'd be glad to do it for Gus, but,
well, the fact is, I'm engaged to a girl in Chicago.
Berk. First time I've heard of it.
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Charles. It's the first time anybody's lieard of it. There's
no law, is there, compelling a man to announce his
engagement from the housetops ?
Gus (jisiNg). Think of the trip to California.
Charles [savage/y). Think of all the ties between here
and Chicago !
Berk. But suppose she accepts me?
Gus {patiently). We want her to accept you.
Berk. 1 don't. 1 haven't any money to support a wife.
1 can't even keep a dog.
Gus. She's going to break the engagement in a few weeks.
Berk. How do you know she is ?
Charles {going r. to Berk). Because you're going to
write her the truth, and it's going to make her very
angry, and Mr. Merrifield will have to soothe her in-
jured feelings with a handsome check.
Berk. Who's going to soothe my injured feelings?
Charles {looking l.). Here comes the landlady; be de-
cent, Berk.
Gus. Oh, he will. Berk's all right.
Berk. Look here, you chaps, there's one thing 1 want to
know — I insist upon knowing.
Both. Yes ?
Berk {putting chair back, down R.). Is she white?
{Enter Pauline, l.)
Paui>ine. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting all this time.
Charles {aside). Let me manage it.
{He advances to meet Pauline.)
Pauline. I've been so busy with the rooms. We've been
awfully rushed during this holiday week.
Charles. Don't mention it. Miss
Pauline {coming down i..). VVentworth.
Charles (c). Miss Wenlworth, let me present Mr. Augus-
tus Merrifield.
(Gus starts nervously; Berk remains motionless, until
Charles kicks him energetically, then he steps forward.)
Berk (r., gruffly'). Glad to meet you.
Charles. And Mr. Berkeley Crane.
Gus (r., nervously). Delighted.
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Pauline. You'll want to see your rooms right away, I
suppose ?
Charles. Just a moment. May we have a word with you
on business before we go up-stairs ?
Pauline. Why, surely.
(Pauline siiSy l. Charles does likewise. Berk^^^j up r.
Gus stands 7iervously at R. )
Charles. Miss Wentworth, 1 want to ask you in strict
confidence, is there a person in this house named Mary
Jane ?
Pauline. Why, no one that I Why, yes, there's
Mrs. Varney.
Charles. | ^ p
Gus. I ^^'^- ^
(Berk comes down c.)
Pauline. Yes, she's a widow.
Berk {(iisgustedly). Gosh 1
Pauline. But
Charles. Don't mind him. He's got the earache, and it's
given him a grouch. Are you sure about Mary Jane?
Pauline. Why, yes. We all call her Marie, but she signs
all her checks ''Mary Jane C. Varney." Why, have
you met her?
Charles (^pointing to Berk). No, but he wants to.
Bekk. I ?
Charles. Yes, you. Didn't you come to me with this
and beg me to get Miss Wentworth to introduce you to
her?
{Hands telegram to Pauline. Berk goes up stage atigrily.')
Pauline (reading). But what a queer telegram ! What
does it mean ?
Charles. Well, you see, Gus's father is a rich old duffer
full of whims. Mary Jane's father did him a service
years /V/C' up hats and suit- cases.)
Charles. Do we — er — dine soon ?
Pauline {starting i..). At six. This way, please.
(Gus follows. Charles turns to Berk, who has put on
his hat.')
Charles. Where are you going ?
(Gus and Pauline exeunt, L.)
Berk. Out to wire old Merrifield that Gus has married
Mary Jane, and ask for funds for the honeymoon. I'm
going to California; this town's too lively for me.
{He dashes out at c. Exit Charles after Gus and
Pauline, l.)
CURTAIN
ACT II
SCENE. — Same settings about an hour later. The lights
are lit and Pauline is seated , c, reading a news-
paper.
Pauline. " Street car employees strike. Traffic sus-
pended in down-town district. Rioters smash cars
and store windows ! " Oh, dear, I hope none of them
come here I
{Enter Gladys at c, with telegram.)
Gladys. Telegram for Mr. Merri field.
Pauline {taking it ). I'll give it to him when he comes in.
Gladys (l. c). Say, would you mind if 1 knocked off
work this evenin' and went out to see the fireworks and
the parade? They're goin' to be swell !
Pauline. It's not safe for a girl to be out on the streets at
night with all these strikers.
Gladys. I ain't goin' with none of them strikers; Pm
goin' with a gentleman friend. {Co7ifidentially .) He's
the cop on this beat.
Pauline. He'd better be minding his business and not
going around to parades with the city in such a state.
What are the police for, anyhow?
Gladys. Well, lots of folks have been askin* theirselves
that for some time.
Pauline. Besides, I can't spare you when the house is so
full.
Gladys. Oh, all right !
{She flounces out at r. as Marie enter s^ l. She is dressed
in a pretty evening dress.^
Marie {coining doian c). Polly, see if you can land that
hook ; Pve been fishing for it for h;df an hour.
Pauline {rising). Going out to dinner?
{She fastens gown.^
Marie. Well, it rather depends on Charlie.
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Pauline. Charlie?
Makie. Or Berkeley or Augustus. I haven't made up my
mind which is to have the pleasure. I'm getting a bit
tired of Augustus.
Pauline. Marie Varney, do you mean to say that you're
in earnest about fooling those poor boys?
Marie. Why not? Aren't they in earnest about fooling
me? Did you observe Augustus' work this afternoon?
Neat, wasn't it?
Pauline. But
Marie. Now, don't be soft-hearted, Polly. Those boys
need a lesson, and something tells me I'm the one to
give it to them. {Starts up l.)
Pauline. Of course, if you've made up your mind
Makie {iurniu^^. Polly, do you know that Berkeley Crane
isn't so bad ? I could rather like him if he wasn't
mixed up in this.
Pauline. I prefer Augustus. I like a man who can talk.
But Mr. Crane has — well — a sincere look, I think.
Mai^ie. Sincere I They're all steeped in deceit, every one
of them !
{Exit, L. Pauline goes up l. to the desk ; sits.)
{Elder Berk at c.)
Pauline. Here's another telegram for you, Mr. Merri-
field.
Berk {taking it and coming down q.). Thank you.
(Zr tears it open, sees it addressed to Gus, pauses. Paul-
ine in the meantime is writitigy when Gladys enters
at c.)
Gladys. There's a trunk outside for Mr. Crane.
Bkkk {dropping the telegram). What !
Pauijne. Well, have it taken up-stairs.
Berk {wildly). No, you mustn't — it shan't go up-stairs !
{The women stare at him in atnazement.)
Pauline. Not go upstairs ? But
Berk {clutching Gladys by the arm). Did it look very
heavy ?
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Gladys. Well, if you'd heard the language of that ex-
pressman 1 They ain't got no refinement. 1 was that
embarrassed !
Pauline, 'lell him to bring it in here.
Gladys. All right.
{^Exit at c.)
Pauline (rising). How kind-hearted of you not to want
the poor man to carry it up-stairs !
Bekk {down R.). Oh, yes, that's what's the matter with
me ! Pm a darn sight too kind-hearted ! {Enter
Gladys and Expressman ivith a very large trunk
on his back. Pauline up l. ; Berk turns on Ex-
pressman savagely.') Don't you drop that! (l^ie
trunk sways, slips ; Expressman tries to catch it. Jt
falls y striking his foot on the way. Pauline and
Gladys put their hands to their ears. Expressman
springs into the air with a torrent of violent exclama-
tions. Berk, ze'/V^/y.) Now you've done it ! Get out
of here ! Go and hunt a doctor — go — go anywhere !
You don't know what you've done !
Expressman. Well, where's de check ?
Bekk. You don't get any check — Pve lost it — take this
and clear out ! Git ! ( Gives him a tip.)
Expressman. Well, I ain't goin' to lift that trunk no more
widout help, that's sure. I'll report about the check,
and let de office settle it. You'll hear from 'em.
Berk. Hear from 'em? You bet I'll hear from 'em. I
don't have to be a mind reader to know that.
PaU[JNE. Oh, what is the matter ?
Berk {sitting ^. c, a7id wiping his broiv). Matter? Pve
had bad news — that's what's the matter.
Pauline. Bad news? Oh, I hope nobody's going to die?
Berk. I hope not, but I have my doubts.
Pauline {coming down r.). Is it a relative?
Bekk {looking at trunk). A relative ? Great Scott, no.
Pauline {putting her hand on his shoulder). Then you
must cheer up, and remember that it might be worse.
Berk. Nothing could be worse than what's happened to
me — nothing ! You'd better go away and leave me —
I'm upset — I'm likely to say most anything !
Pauline {scared, going up r.). Oh !
{Exit, R. hEKK picks up the telegram.)
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Berk. Old Merrifield again, I suppose. Probably wants
us to get a divorce now. Hullo, it's from his secre-
tary ! [Reads.) "Father arriving to-night at 5 : 30.
Meet him. Travis." {Drops telegram.) Meet him?
Not unless he sees me first ! And it's six now ! {^ Phone
rings. He hesitates, then goes to it, up i..) Hello?
What? Already? This — this is a delightful surprise,
Mr. Merrifield. Yes, this is Berk. Gus'll be 'round in
the morning to see you. What? Oh, no, you mustn't
come here to-night ! Not by a darn sight ! I mean, I
hope you won't. Why, well, I don't want to worry
you — you mustn't be alarmed, you know, but — well —
the fact is, there's smallpox in the house. Yes, we'll
be over in the morning. Good-bye. [Hangs up re^
ceiver,) If we're not doing time I
(^Cojnes doivn L. c. to trunk, tries lock angrily.)
{Enter Gus and Charles, l.)
Charles. I tell you it's your affair. Hullo
{He pauses — Gus rushes down L. c.)
Gus. Great Guns, is it
Bkkk {down c). Yes, it is.
Charles {coming down l.). But you said you'd lost the
check ?
Berk {going r. ). I said I'd forgotten what I'd done with
it. I remember now ; I gave it to the expressman.
Gus {picking up the telegram). What's this?
Berk (r.). Little billet doux from your father's secretary.
Your father arrived in town here an hour ago. I
'phoned him there was smallpox in the house.
Gus (c). Holy Moses ! {Reads telegram.)
Charles (l.). Cheer up, Gus, we'll stand by you — we're
your friends.
Berk {savagely). He doesn't want friends — he wants con-
federates.
Gus {waving the telegram). We've got to get rid of that
Chinaman.
Berk. How're you going to get rid of him ? Hide him
under the bed or murder him ?
Charles. We've got to open the trunk.
Berk. You're a brilliant youth, aren't you? Perhaps
you've got the key up your sleeve?
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Charles. There are ways of opening trunks without keys.
(He seizes paper knife from table and attacks the lock.')
Gus. What are you going to do with him when you get
him out?
Charles. I'm going to chuck him in the coal bin till it's
dark, and then I'm going to fire him out. 1 don't care
if the police do get him. I'm not running an under-
ground railway for Cliinainen. {^The knife breaks.')
Gus. And in the meantime Dad may be swooping down on
us any minute. I'm going out to get a chisel and bust
that lock !
(Exit at c.)
Berk (doivn r.). Look here, Charlie, do you know much
about the Chinese ?
Charles. No, and I don't want to.
Berk {drawing him down c). You've heard of High-
binders? Fellows who hide in the alley and knife you
when you go by ?
Charles {jmeasily). Well?
Bkkk. Suppose we've drawn a Highbinder?
Charles. What !
Berk. I tell you, it's not fair to the women in the house to
open that trunk without a gun in lh« party. Suppose
he takes us for the police and attacks us?
Charles. Attacks us?
Berk. We can't explain to him that we're trying to help
him, because we can't speak his language.
Charles. That's so. Here we are, crammed to suffoca-
tion wiUi Latin and Greek, and totally unable to cope
with the first life problem we meet, all for the lack of a
little useful Chinese.
Berk. I'll skip out and buy a gun. You stay here and
keep the people of the house from meddling with the
trunk.
{Exity R.)
Charles. I don't care much for this. Suppose Merrifield
comes while they're gone? Suppose the police have
got wind of it? Why should 1 be the one to take all
the risk? He wasn't checked on my ticket.
(Enter Marie, l., lier hat 07i, carrying her gloves.)
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Makie. Oh, Mr. Barnes, I thought you were at dinner !
Charles (^/^ze/w c). No, I seldom eat dinner. I — I
Marie {coming down l.). Seldom eat dinner? How
queer !
Charles. Yes, it is odd, isn't it? The fact is, the family
think I'm getting too stout, so
Marie. Oh, how can they think that ? Why, I think you
have such a good figure.
Charles. Do you?
Marie {down l.). Yes.
Charles. It's awfully good of you to say so, but I'm afraid
you're kidding me.
Marie {sitting). I never do that, Mr. Barnes. I suppose
I'm one of the most sincere people in the world.
Charles {draiuing nearer). I'm glad of that. I admire
honesty more than any other quahty.
Marie. One sees very little of it nowadays.
Charles {with an unconscious glance toward the trunk).
Darned little. You're going out to dinner ?
Marie. Yes, I seldom dine here. There's a little Chi-
nese
Charles. What ?
Marie. Why, what's the matter?
Charles. Nothing— nothing at all. You were saying?
Marie. A little Chinese restaurant where I sometimes
dine. 1 lead a very lonely life, Mr. Barnes.
Charles. I say, that's a shame. I wish 1 lived in this
town.
Marie. It's so poky going to a restaurant alone.
Charles. I'm not at all sure that you ought to go alone.
I wouldn't like my sister to do it.
Marie. Oh, but your sister isn't a lonely young widow
with no one to be kind to her.
Charles. It's a shame. I wish I could take you to
dinner.
Marie. But you never dine.
Charles. I would— for you, but I promised the boys to
wait here for them.
Marie. Don't they dine either?
Charles {aside). Oh, yes. Tliey'U probably dine and
leave me to watch the brute.
Marie. Watch what?
Charles. A— a telegram Gus is expecting.
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Marie. Come on and go to dinner with me. We'll leave
a nice little note telling them where we've gone; then
afterward we'll all go and see the fireworks. I'll write
the note. (^She goes up l. to desk and writes.)
Charles (gloomily). There'll be fireworks enough 'round
here when they get that note.
Marie (cojuitig down l.). Where shall we put it so they'll
be sure to see it ?
Charles. You might lay it on the trunk.
Marie {doing so). It's so good of you to take pity on my
loneliness — Charlie.
Charles ( giving up all hope). Not a bit of it. I'm the
luckiest chap in this town.
Marie {aside y as they go out c). Two 1
{Exeunt bothy c.)
{Enter Berk, hurriedfyy at r. He is concealing something
under his coat, which is buttoned tightly.)
Berk. I say, Charlie? Hullo, I'll bet a dollar that duf-
fer's lit out for the dining-room !
{Unbuttons coaty takes out large revolver y lays it on table.)
{Enter Gladys at r.)
Gladys. Miss Pauline says if you fellows think this here's
the Waldorf Astoria, meals served at all hours, you'd
better get hep to yourselves and wake up.
Berk {down r.). Tell her I've got the earache and can't
eat 1
Gladys. Oh, all right I
{Exity R.)
(Gus rushes in at c.)
Berk. Well, did you get it ?
Gus (coming down l., and producing chisel). Yes; where's
Charlie ?
Berk. Ducked, evidently. See that cop on the corner ?
Gus. Yes, he was there when we came this afternoon.
You don't think -^ —
Berk. Yes, 1 do. I think Cousin John's been talking.
We've no time to lose. {Hands gun to Gus, takes
chisel himself, goes to trunk.) You keep him covered
while 1 break the lock. {Sees letter.) Hullo, what's
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this? (Reads.) *' Dear Mr. Merrifield and Mr.
Crane: — Please don't be angry with Charlie. 1 coaxed
him to take me out to dinner. Mary Jane Varney."
Charlie !
Gus { furiously y walking up and down). Confound his
impudence ! 1 won't stand it !
Berk. What 1 like about that girl is her sense of humor.
The idea of anybody's having to coax Charlie to go to
dinner is rich.
Gus. 1 wouldn't have believed it of her.
Berk. Well, the game's up, anyhow. If your father sees
her, he'll give us away, sure.
Gus. He won't give me away. I won't have him telling
her that I've deceived her. I'll do it myself first.
Berk. That's the idea. It's everything, the way you tell
a girl things.
Gus. I wish I wasn't so darned afraid of her. Look here,
Berk, suppose you
Berk. Nothing doing. I'm perfectly satisfied with the
way the affair's going.
Gus. You've no business to be satisfied. Suppose she
falls in love with you ?
Berk. Well, I shan't mind. I consider her a most at-
tractive young person.
Gus. No one but a cad wants a woman to fall in love with
him when he can't marry her.
Berk. Who said I couldn't marry her?
Gus. You did. You said you couldn't afford to keep a dog.
Berk. Well, I'm not thinking of keeping a dog. 1 haven't
a doubt that Mary Jane will dispose of Caruso if I ask
her to.
Gus. Do you mean to say that you'd marry her and live
on her money ?
Berk. Well, you'd hardly expect us to live on mine,
would you ?
Gus. I'd rather be hung than look into those eyes and
Berk. Well, you've got an awfully good chance of being
hung right here in this town if we don't do something
pretty quick with his nibs there. Come on, I'm going
to bust it. (^Puts chisel under the lock. Gus, still
ihifiking of Mary Jane, levels the pistol at Berk.)
Look here, I'm not the guy you're supposed to be
covering, you know.
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Gus {changifig position, and creeping up on the trunk).
Go on, I've got liiui.
Berk {eyei?ig him disgustedly). You've got a very clumsy
way with a gun. Give it to me.
Gus. All right.
{Tliey change places. Berk takes pistol, and Gus the
chisel.)
Berk. One — two
Gus {at trunk). Hold on a minute. He's been awfully
quiet, Berk. Suppose he's died on our hands?
Berk. He's not dead ! He shan't be dead ! I won't
stand it !
Gus. Well, suppose he is?
Berk {shaking his fist at trunk). If he's dead, he goes
into the coal bin, and I skip the town. I tell you any
Highbinder who gets himself checked on my ticket and
dies on my hands does it at his peril. Go ahead.
One — two — three
{The lock bursts. At the same instant, Pauline, carrying
a hot- water bag, appears at r. Gus drops chisel back
of trunk. Berk hides the pistol under his coat.)
Pauline {coming down R.). Oh, Mr. Merrifield, I'm so
sorry about your poor ear. Maybe this will relieve it.
{To Gus.) Won't you go in to dinner and let me slay
with him ?
Gus. I — why, I'm afraid I
Pauline. Do. I'm a very good nurse.
Berk {doivn i..). He can't ! He
Gus. Since you insist, I'll go just for a few minutes. I
shouldn't like to leave him longer. I'm very much
worried about him.
(Exit, R. Berk shakes his fist at him.)
Pauline {standing back of the armchair, r. c). Come
here and let me put it on your ear.
Berk {approaching nervously). Is — is it very hot ?
Pauline. It's just right. Sit down.
{Claps it on his ear ; he jumps up 7vildly, revolver in
hand. Pauline screams, runs away from him, tip l.)
Berk {rubbing his ear). Hold on — don't be scared
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Pauline. Oh, I didn't realize that you were as desperate
as that ! No wonder he didn't want to leave you
alone ! Give it to me. (^Comes down k.)
Berk. No, I can't. I might need it. 1
Pauline {back of chair). Need it? (He groans.) Good
heavens, do you feel as bad as that ?
(She comes to him^ and though evidently afraid of the pistol^
rubs his ear tenderly.)
Berk. It's better now. No, don't stop. Quite a lot bet-
ter. {Pause.) Gosh, 1 wish your name was Mary
Jane.
Pauline {primly). Don't be foolish. Will you try the
bag again ?
Berk. Not on your life ! {Pause.) I say, Miss Pauline,
you're a clever girl — how long do you suppose it takes
a fellow to die of suffocation ?
Pauline {stops rubbing). What an odd question ! I
should think a quarter of an hour, wouldn't you?
Berk. Oh, Lord !
Pauline {rubbing again^ soothingly). There, there, seems
to me I've read that it usually takes about that long
when they hang men.
Berk. Hang 'em?
Pauline, Do sit still. How can I rub your ear if you
wriggle round like that? Any better?
Berk. I'm as well as I'll ever be, I guess.
Pauline. Nonsense. You'll be all right when you've had
your dinner. Come on.
Berk. I'd like to — 1 should really — but I — well, I've got
to unpack the trunk.
Pauline. Unpack ? Oh, I'll help you do that.
Berk {rising). You can't. I've lost the key.
Pauline. How careless of you ! I'll bet I can open it with
a hairpin. {Starts L., toward trunk.)
Berk {savagely). Not on your life !
Pauline. Mr. Merrifield I
Berk. Don't you touch that trunk. It's infected.
Pauline. Infected! What with?
Berk. Measles. They're all over Mexico. I told the
boys we'd no business to bring it here.
Pauline {down l.). I'm not afraid of measles. The doc-
tor said I couldn't have them again.
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Berk. Of course if you want to risk your life on purely cir-
cumstantial evidence
(Pauline goes to trunk ; Berk drops into chair afid gives a
long anguished groan.)
Pauline. Oh, don't — please don't ! You frighten me so.
Oh, dear, what shall 1 do? (^Comes back to him.) If
you don't drop that gun and come in to dinner with me,
1 shall summon the police.
Berk (jumping up a7id dropping pistol on table). The
police? Great Scott ! What do you want to do that
for? I'll go to dinner with you, of course. It might
do me good. (Goes r.)
Pauline {going r. and picking up the hot-water bag).
Of course it will. Lean on me.
(Exeunt, r.)
(Enter Paddington at c.)
Paddington (despondently). Out again ! I shall never
see her — never ! (He sniffs contemptuously.) Din-
ner. They can eat — these plodding souls who know
nothing of music, while I (He clenches his fists.)
But she shall not triumph over me like this. 1, too,
will eat. No woman shall boast that she has taken
away the appetite of Ambrose Paddington.
(Enter Wing Tu, c.)
Wing Tu (with a polite grin). Me likee gettee littee bill
paid. {Waves paper.)
Paddington (/// r.). Now, look here, didn't I tell you
last week that your bill should be paid as soon as the
opera was produced ?
Wing Tu. Oh, yes, you tellee me that — two, three times.
Paddington. Then what do you mean by coming round
here and annoying me? You go back to the laundry,
and as soon as I begin to draw my royalties, I'll settle
your bill, and send you seats — maybe.
(He rushes off, R.)
Wing Tu (wistfully). Me wish he write movee picture
show. Me likee gettee bill paid. Me sit here
till after dinner. Maybe he changee mind. No
changee mind, no changee shirt. (He sits, down L.,
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then sees Berk's pistol on table, goes R. C, picks it upy
handles it admiringly. Rises, takes a step or two
down C, aims pistol toward L.) Velly plitty gun.
(^Enter Bekk, r. ; sees WingTu, whose back is toward
him ; looks at him in horror. Stoops, removes his
shoes, and tiptoes out again, r. WmG Tv, placidly.)
Me buy one of him some day. Allee samee Melican
hold-up man. Make lots of money. Smugglee wife
and seven children over from China.
(^Enter Berk, r., leading Gus.)
Berk (//i a hollow whisper). There's your dead High-
binder !
Gus. Golly, he's a whale !
Berk. Catch him round the feet while I grab the gun !
{They creep down on the unconscious Wing Tu, grab him,
throw hi?n to floor, down l., disarm him. He strug-
gles frantically, bursting into a torretit of chattering,
bark' like syllables.)
Gus. Here, keep still, you 1 We're your friends. We're
not going to hurt you.
Berk. We're trying to save you from the police, and
Wing Tu {with a squeak of horror). Police ?
Berk. Yes, there's a cop right now on the corner.
Now
Wing Tu ( getting to knees). Copper waitee for me ? Me
come back 'nother time.
Gus. No, you won't come back. You're not going to get
away till that cop takes his eye off this house. ( To
Berk.; Is that a closet ?
Berk {opening the door up l.). Yes. Let's dump him in
there till it's dark ; then one of us can go for a taxi and
get him away from here.
Gus. All right. Come on, John. (Wing Tu bursts into
a torrent of angry words as they force him into the
closet.) If you make a racket, that policeman will be
down on you in a jiffy. Sabe?
Wing Tu {brokenly). Me no likee taxi cabbee. Him
gettee too much run in. Me go back and washee
shirts.
{They push him and lock the door on him.)
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Gus. There— I'll go and get the taxi. If Charlie turns up
while I'm gone, you give him the deuce.
Beuk {coming down L. C, atid ihrowi?ig pistol on sofa).
Don't you worry about Charlie's turning up. He's got
a dinner to eat and a pretty woman to talk to. He's
good for four hours yet.
Gus {angrily). I only wish I knew the address of that girl
in Chicago I {Darts off, C.)
Bekk. i don't. I've seen enough of girls to last me the
rest of my life. For two cents I'd take the next train
out of here. {Takes out some change.) That's just
about the extent of my capital, too. {Enter Carmta,
at c. She rushes down to him and grabs him by the
shoulder. He goes to pieces cotnpletely.) Here, what's
the matter? Oh, it's you, is it?
Carlita. Yes. I had to come back. I was afraid to face
Gustave.
Bekk. Don't you know any better than to come up behind
a chap and collar him like that? 1 tliought you were
the police.
Carlita. Police?
Beuk {down l.). Yes. There's a man watching the house
now. Your baggage has come. (Caklita sees the
trunk, drops into chair, R. C, and bursts into tears.)
Don't ! Please don't ! You'll have the whole house
in here in a minute ! Madame Schultz, 1 beseech you !
(Carlita searches 7vildly in her vanity box for a handker-
chief, finds none ; Berk thrusts his into her hand. She
wipes her eyes.)
Carlita. You said you'd lost the check ! Oh, how can
you tell such dreadful lies?
Berk. I don't know ; they seem to come naturally to me
when I'm in trouble. If you don't stop crying the land-
lady's niece will be in here.
Carlita. What do 1 care about the landlady's niece?
Beuk {savagely). The next time I open a window for a
girl, I hope it falls on my head and kills me !
Carlita. I was so happy before I listened to Cousin John !
Berk. We were all happy before you listened to Cousin
John. Don't you know that the less you listen to your
relatives, the better ?
Carlita {jumping up). But why are we wasting time like
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this ? He must be gotten rid of. The trunk must be
opened.
Berk. The trunk's been opened. He's in there. {Points
to closet.^ Gus has gone after a taxi to take him away.
Carlita. You can't take him away with that horrible
pohceman at the door.
Berk. Now, look here, I'm not going to slug that police-
man just to please you.
Carlita. Then tell him to go and drink himself to death.
Berk. If you think he can drink himself to death on two
nickels and a Canada dime
Carlita (^pushing her vufiity box into his hand). Give
him this. Oh, what will Gustave say !
Berk. I'll try him. (Picks up the pistol from sofa and
hands it to her.) Keep your eye on the door, and if
he breaks it open, blaze away at him.
{Starts up stage. She runs after him.)
Carlita. Mr. Crane — don't go away and leave me alone
with him 1
Berk {in exasperation). Don't call me Mr. Crane I
Carlita {up l.). Berkeley, please don't go !
Berk {wildly). Don't call me that, either !
Carlita. But what shall I call you ?
Berk. Call me '' Augustus," do you hear? " Augustus " !
(Zr rushes off at c. Carlita stares after him in terror.)
Carlita. His mind's given way ! Why should anybody
want to be called "Augustus"? (^Lays the pistol 071
the table.) What's the use of a gun when you're afraid
to shoot it ? Oh, I — I want to go home ! Oh !
{Enter John Merrifield at c. He looks a bit bewildered.
Carlita stares at him in terror.)
Merrifield. Good-evening. Am I addressing Mrs. Went-
worth ?
Carlita. Not — not exactly !
Merrifield. The niece, I presume? I am John Merri-
field, of Chicago. I must see your aunt at once.
Carlita. I — I
Merrifield. She and I have had some correspondence,
ma'am, about a little — well — a little private detective
work that I've been having done lately.
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Carlita {in horror). Detective work ?
Merrifield. Is Augustus liere ?
Carlita. Augustus ! Cousin John has given us away I
Merrifield. 1 don't thinlc 1 understand.
Carlita. What do you want of Augustus?
Merrifield. What do I want of him ? Why, I want to
get him away from this house, of course. He's in
danger here — great danger, do you understand ?
Carlita {tremblingly). Are you quite sure?
Merrifield. Of course I'm sure. I came here the mo-
ment 1 got the 'phone message, only stopping to be
vaccinated.
Carlita. Vaccinated? What good will that do?
Merrifield. I don't know, but there seems to be a popular
prejudice in favor of it. I want Augustus out of this
house before the officers come.
Carlita {coming down L.). The officers I
Merrifield. Of course. This house will be quarantined
for smallpox before morning, and I don't intend to
have Augustus mixed up with it.
Carlita {wringing her hands). Cousin John never said a
word about his having smallpox !
Merrifield {coming down r.). Then your Cousin John
has behaved very reprehensibly — very reprehensively,
indeed !
Carlita. No wonder Augustus acted so queer !
Merrifield. Good heavens, woman, do you mean to tell
me
Carlita {ivildly). I don't mean to tell you anything 1 I
mustn't tell you anything ! I
Merrifield. If you'll tell me where to find Augustus
Carlita. Oh, don't bother me about Augustus ! I've
got all I can do to look after myself. He's dining
out.
Merrifield. Where?
Carl.ita. Oh, I don't know — down the street somewhere.
Oh, what will Gustave say?
Merrifield. I know. I saw a restaurant just below as I
came along. I'll drop in and get him. I'm obliged to
you, ma'am.
Carlita {faintly). Don't mention it ! {Exit Merri-
field, c. She wrings her hands desperately.) I must
get away from this place !
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{Enter Paddington, r. He comes in cautiously , prepared
to slide out L. and upstairs if Wing I'u is still there.
He stops in amazement as he recognizes Carlita.
Then rushes up to her and seizes her hands.)
Paddington. Madame Schultz, at last ! Oh, how I have
waited for this moment.
Carlita {scared). Who are you ?
Paddington {thumping his chest importantly). Who am
1 ? 1 am Ambrose Paddington, composer of *'Euphro-
syne," the opera that is going to revolutionize music!
Carlita. Oh, you are a musician ? Listen ! Something
awful is going to happen in this house in a few minutes,
and you must protect me.
Paddington. Madame, my life is at your service. May I
take you home?
Carlita. I can't go home. The police are after me.
Paddington {in horror). The police?
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Charles. 1 don't know, sir. I didn't know I was ex-
pected to provide him with food at regular intervals.
Merrifield. Don't try to evade the truth, sir. Augustus
is in danger, and you know it.
Charles. You bet he's in danger. Which do you mean ?
Merrifield. I mean the smallpox.
Charles. Oh, sure, I get you. I'd forgotten the smallpox.
Merrifield. Forgotten the smallpox I And this is the fel-
low I sent Augustus away with !
Charles. But Gus is all right. He — he's gone to be vac-
cinated. He and Berk went half an hour ago. You
see, I had smallpox when I was a kid, so 1 wasn't afraid.
Merrifield. Where did they go?
Charles. I forget the chap's name. He's one of the big
guns here. I say, why not run down and see that they
get the job done proi)erly ?
Merrifield. But you said he was a good doctor?
Charles. Yes, but the best of them get careless at times.
I read of a chap, only the other day, who got his vac-
cines mixed, and innoculated a fellow with hydrophobia.
Merrifield. Hydrophobia !
Charles (shovitig him toward door, c). Awful, ain't it?
You wouldn't want Augustus barkin' round, you know,
especially in this sort of weather.
Merrifield. Barking around ? Merciful Powers !
(Exeunt, c.)
{Enter Marie, l. E?iier Gus, r.)
Gus. The taxi will be here pretty soon. {Sees closet
door.) Hullo, how did (Marie coughs.) I — I
beg your pardon !
Marie (coming down l.). Good-evening, Mr. Crane.
Gus. Is — is Augustus here ?
Marie. I haven't seen him.
Gus. Not at all ?
Marie. No.
Gus (following her down L.). You — you haven't heard
any disturbance around here, have you ?
Marie. No, indeed. Why should there be any disturb-
ance around here?
Gus. I — 1 don't know. I only wondered if there had been.
(^He glances furtively at the closet.)
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Marie. I've just come in.
Gus {liown c). I — 1 hope you had a pleasant evening?
Marie {maliciously). Oh, we did !
Gus. Charlie's an amusing chap when he wants to be.
Marie. Yes, isn't he? He's been telling me all about you
boys.
Gus {uneasily). He has ?
Marie. He's such a good talker.
Gus. Humph !
Marie {confidentially). He was telling me particularly
about Augustus Merrifield.
Gus. What did he say?
Marie {sitting on sofa down l.). Oh, just telling me what
a heart-breaker Augustus is.
Gus. What ?
Marie. Mr. Barnes says he's flirted with every good-look-
ing girl in Chicago. Has he?
Gus {bitterly). Why do you ask me? Isn't Charlie's
word enough ?
Marie. Oh, I don't know; you've rather a truthful sort
of an air. I dare say it doesn't mean anything, but it's
rather attractive.
Gus {wretchedly). I don't suppose you'd ever forgive a
fellow who — who deceived you once, would you ?
Marie. Why, I don't know ; what do you mean ?
Gus {sitting beside her). Oh, nothing special ; I'm just
putting a case. Suppose a man deceived you, not be-
cause he wanted to, you know, but because — oh, hang
it all, suppose a chap behaved like a cad to you, do you
suppose you could ever overlook it?
Marie. I — why — I'm afraid I couldn't — unless I was aw-
fully fond of him — very fond of him, indeed
Gus {wretchedly). Mrs. Varney, would you mind trying
to be awfully fond of me ?
{Etiter Berk at c. Gus and Marie both start in con-
fusion. Gus goes r.)
Berk. Ahem !
Marie {rising). Good-evening, Mr. Merrifield. {Aside.)
Three !
Berk. Good-evening.
(Marie goes up l. Berk comes down r., to Gus.)
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Gus {in confusioti). We — we were just
Berk. Oh, you needn't explain; I saw you. Where's
Madame Schultz?
Gas. Madame Schultz?
Berk. She came in after you'd gone, and {Sees
closet door open.) Great Scott, where is he?
Gus {nervously). Gone. 1 say, you don't suppose he's
kidnapped her, do you ?
Berk. How do 1 know ?
Marie {turning aftd seeing Berk walking up and down ex-
citedly). What's the matter?
Berk. Nothing. I'm nervous — very nervous.
Gus. It's his ear again.
Marie {severely). You'd better see a doctor about that
ear of yours.
Berk. If things keep up like this, I will. {Aside.) Any-
body'd think she owned me already !
{Enter Pauline and Gladys, r. Gladys is sobbing
zvildly.)
Gladys {up c). All I did was to open the door, and he
jumped out at me like a ligt-r!
Marie {up l. c). Goodness, Gladys, what
Pauline {up c). She says a strange man jumped out of
that closet and scared her nearly to death.
Marie {iti horror). A strange man?
Gus {down r., aside to Berk). Carmen Aida must have
unlocked the door and run off.
Berk {down r., to Gus). She's the most unprincipled
woman I've ever met !
Gladys. He had a knife in his hand, and
Berk. Nonsense. What would a strange man be doing in
there ?
Gus. It's absurd. The girl must have dreamed it.
Gladys {coming do7vn h.). Dreamed it? Didn't I seethe
brute with my own eyes?
Berk. Look here, Gladys, this is foolishness.
Gladys {down l., fiercely). It's the kind of foolishness
that'll get us all stabbed in our beds to-night.
Gus. Did — did he say anything?
Gladys. Say, you guy, do you think I'd talk to a man I
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didn't know? I'll have you understand I'm a perfect
lady, if 1 do work for my living I
Pauline. It's one of those horrid strikers, I know it is !
Marie. It's our duty to notify the police.
(^Boys juvip.)
Gus {to Berk). This'U never do !
Berk {to Pauline, s?iiffing suspiciously). I thought so.
That girl's been drinking I
Pauune.)j5. ^i y
Marie, j ^
Gladys {going c, wildly). Drinking!
(Pauline ^//^/ Marie come down l.)
Berk, They will do it. Perhaps if we put wet towels on
her heaci
Gladys {savagely). Wet towels, you little liar? You'll
need bandages when I get through with you !
{She goes for him ; he dodges ; girls scream ; Gus grabs
her. She struggles^ but he holds her.)
Pauline. Don't hurt her !
Gus {whose hair is being wrenched from its foundations).
Hurt her !
Gladys {fii>igi?ig aiuay from him). Drinking, is it? {She
goes up c, and shakes fist at Pauline.) You can get
another girl. I won't stay in this house another night.
It's no place for a lady 1
{She bursts into tears and dashes out at R.)
Pauline {staring after her in horror). Another girl !
{She sinks on sofa, dozvn l., and cries. Marie comforts her.)
Berk. Don't worry about her. She'll be glad enough to
stay when she's sobered up a bit.
Pauline {in horror). Sobered up I
{Enter ScHULTZ at C.)
SCHULTZ {angrily, to Berk). Vere iss she ? Vere iss mein
vife, you ruffian ?
Marie {to Berk). Who is his wife?
Berk (pointing to Gus). OIi, she — why, she's a friend
of his.
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Gus. What !
Pauline. 1 know. That red-headed woman !
ScHULTZ. Vere iss mein vife? She came here again. I
have followed her. I vill no longer mit lies be put off.
Vere iss my Carlita ?
Girls. Carlita?
ScHULTZ. Vich of you iss Mr. Berkeley Crane ?
Berk {point tug to Gus). He is.
ScHULTz {shakmg his fist in Gus's face), Vot haf you
done mit her ?
Gus. I
ScHULTZ {seeing trunk). I knew it ! Her trunk ! The
peautiful trunk I gafe her to carry her little hats und
shoes und stockings in ! Ach Himmel 1
{He leans on trunk and weeps into a flaring silk hand-
kerchief.)
Berk {to Gus). For two cents I'd tell him what she
carried in it !
Pauline. There must be some mistake. That's the young
men's trunk.
ScHULTZ [afigrily). It is the trunk of mein Carlita. She
iss eloping mit dis Crane. I tell you I can proof it.
He
Marie {in real distress). Oh I
Gus. Don't you believe a word he says. I
ScHULTZ {throtvitig open the lid of the trunk). Liar !
Now will you tell the truth ?
{Takes out articles of a lady's wardrobe ^ gowns ^ gloves ^
shoes, etc.)
Marie {to Gus). Now I know what you were trying to
confess a few minutes ago. PU never forgive you — I
despise you — I hate you ! (Goes up R.)
ScHULTZ. AH her peautiful things are here ! The slippers
of Mimi — the fan of Carmen — the braids of Mar-
guerite ! {He holds them up.)
Berk {down r., to Pauline, ivho is crying). Don't cry,
please don't, I can't stand it ! I give you my word of
lionor I wasn't eloping with her.
Pauline {down l.). Don't speak to me.
(Bekk stands in despair.)
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Gus (down R., shaking his fist at Schultz). I don't care
a hang for the braids of Marguerite. Where was that
Chinaman all the time ?
Schultz (/// c). Chinaman? Am I my wits loosening?
(^Enter Carlita at c. She throws her anns about Schultz.)
Carlita. Gustave — oh, Gustave !
Schultz {repulsing her). Traitress I Vampire !
{He comes down L.)
Carlita (^following him). Vampire? Me? Oh, Gus-
tave, how can you speak to me like that ?
Gus {following Marie, up r.). If you'll only let me
explain
Marie. Nobody could explain a red-headed woman I
{^Exit MPLRiEt followed by Pauline, r.)
Schultz {clutching Carlita and pointing to trunk). What
does that mean ?
Carlita {eyeing the garments on the floor). Where —
where is he ?
Schultz {with a yell, and pointing to Gus, up c), Dere
he iss — de man mit whom you elope !
Gus {coming down i..). Elope! Not much.
Carlita. I? Elope with that? {Turns on Berk, r.,
and points to closet.) You told me he was in that
closet.
Berk {pointing to trunk). You told me he was in there !
Carlita {suddenly). Oh, I must have mixed the checks !
The other trunk is the one. He's gone to the theatre !
{She sinks into a chair, r. c, and fans herself with Berk's
handkerchief.)
Schultz {in a frenzy). Gone to de theatre? Den I vill
go after him und his neck wrinp^ ! [Dashes out at c.)
Carlita {jumping up). And that Chinaman has the small-
pox ! Gustave — wait ! You mustn't !
{She runs after him. Berk sifiks into chair down R., eX'
hausted ; Gus sinks on sofa, down l.)
curtain
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ACT III
SCENE. — Same setting, an hour later. Gladys is pack-
ing Caklita's garments into the trutik, savagely,
(^Enter Gus at c, with a large box of pink roses in his arms.)
Gus (nervously). Ahem !
Gladys (Jurni?ig'). Well?
Gus {timidly). Would you mind taking these up to Mrs.
Varney and telling her
Gladys. Well ?
Gus. Oh, 1 don't know ! Anything that you think will
make her stop being angry with me. What would you
suggest ?
Gladys. There ain't no use. If you'd heard her swatting
things around in her room, you wouldn't waste your
money on roses.
Gus. Oh, I say, don't you think she'll get over it?
Gladys. Nothin' doin', take it from me. Still, I'll rush
'em up to her, if you say so. {Scornfully.') I ain't
afraid of her !
{Takes flowers. Exit, l.)
Gus {up c). I am ! {Enter Betrk at c, with a box of red
roses. Gus turns and sees him.) Here's a nice mess !
Mrs. Varney thinks I was eloping with that crazy
woman, and it's all your fault.
Berk {coming do7vn r. c). My fault?
Gus. Yes. You were so confounded quick to tell her my
name was Berkeley Crane !
Berk {putting his box of roses do7vn on table carefully).
Weil, you've been pretty slow telling her it was Augus-
tus Merri field. I tell you I don't care for the way I've
been treated in this affair.
Gus. The way you've been treated 1
Berk. Yes. Here Miss Went worth's got it into her head
that I'm mixed up in some way or other with you and
your opera singer
Gus. My opera singer !
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Berk. Well, that's what her husband says ! He ought to
know. I tell you it's cost me ray watch to square
myself on this deal.
Gus. Your watch ?
Berk. Yes. I don't suppose you think that American
Beauties grow by the roadside, do you ?
Gus (wiih a sentimental glance at door^ L.). No. They
grow in boarding-houses. When I think of those
eyes
Berk {disgustedly). Oh, dry up ! (^He turnsy sees Gladys
entering^ l.) Hello, I thought you'd gone?
Gladys {entering l., spitefully). Me? I'd look classy
goin' without my hat and coat, wouldn't 1?
Berk. Your hat and coat ?
Gladys {with irony and scorn). Yes. They was stole
from me by that man I just imagined ! Oh, you just
wait till my gentleman friend, who's a cop, gets busy
on this job ! {She turns on her heel.)
Gus. I say, did — did she take the roses ?
Gladys. Oh, yes, she took 'em.
Gus. Did she seem much put out ?
(Berk gets his box from table and goes up r.)
Gladys {up c). Put out 1 Well, believe me, she's some
peeved ! She
{The pink roses y thrown through door l. by a vindictive
handy land with a crash at Gus' s feet.)
Berk (/// r.). Ahem ! I don't think I'll trouble you to
take these up, Gladys. Just put them in water and
— and keep 'em yourself.
Gus (up L.y pickino^ up his _fiowers). Take these, too. I'm
sure you like flowers.
Gladys {angrily). Oh, don't trouble yourselves ! When
a lady's been done out of a swell twenty dollar hat with
a wilier plume, two dollars and seventy-five cents' worth
of roses ain't goin' to make life sound like one sweet
song to her !
{Exit, c.)
{The boys stare at each other a 7noment. Gus stalks an'
grily down to the trunk, slams the roses into it, and
bangs the lid. Berk cofues down disgustedly and sits
down at table y r. C. ; drops his fioivers on the table.)
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Berk (meditatively). I say, there's one thing Td like to
know. If Carmen Aida mixed the trunk checks and
sent the Chinaman to the theatre, who was the chap
who got away with Gladys' duds ?
Gus (l. c). The — the fellow we locked in the closet, of
course.
Berk. Well, who was he ? Suppose you put your infant
millionaire brains to work on that and see what happens.
Gus. Great guns 1 Who could he have been ?
Berk. Well, I'll tell you who he could have been. He
could have been one of our Chinaman's friends who's
mixed up in the deal and came here to nose around and
find out things.
Gus. Well, if he's in on the deal, too, he won't give us
away.
Berk. Oh, won't he? You wait till Gladys' policeman
catches him red-handed with that willow plume, and see
if he doesn't I He's human, if he is Chinese. I tell
you she's got to be squared. She
{Enter Charles, c, much out of breath. He comes down
L., sits and mops his face.)
Charles. Well, I've lost him !
Gus {angrily). Lost who, you idiot?
Charles. Why, your father. He nabbed me at the res-
taurant, and I trailed him all over town looking for
you. Finally I shook him in a crowd down by the
bridge. It's no in the shade ! I never saw anything
like the endurance of these old chaps !
Gus. Well, you've wasted your lime.
Charles. Do you mean to say you two wooden heads
haven't gotten rid of that Chinaman yet ?
Berk. There never was any Chinaman !
Gus (opening trunk). Here's the slippers of Mimi, the fVm
of Carmen, the braids of Marguerite! {To Berk.)
If ever you open a window again for
Charles. You mean she was kidding us ?
Gus. Oh, there's no time to tell you what we mean. Did
will be back in a jiffy. What I want to know is, who's
going to break the news to Mary Jane ?
Berk. I — I would do it, but I — I'm afraid I'm engager! to
her. I don't want to hurt her feelings any more than
I have to.
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Gus. Engaged to her !
Berk. Since this afternoon. Let Charles do it.
Charles (^gloomily), I — can't, old chap. You're mistaken
about that engagement. She's engaged to me. 1 did
it over the salad.
Gus. You're crazy, both of you. Why, I proposed to her
myself, not an hour ago !
Both. You !
Gus. Yes. When I think of those eyes
Charles {to Gus). Aw, forget it ! {To Berk.) What I
want to know is, what are we going to do with Gus's
father? He isn't going to stay lost forever, you know.
Berk. You leave Gus's father to me. 1 tell you that girl,
Gladys, has got to be kept quiet. We've got to take
up a collection and buy her a hat and coat.
Charles. What for?
Berk {savagely'). Oh, if we've got to stop and pound
everything through your bonehead, we'll all be doing
time to-morrow ! How much money have you got ?
Charles {looking b la fikly at QiM?>). I
Gus {digging into his pockets). Fifteen plunks.
Berk {to Gus). You go and find a shop that's open and
buy that girl a hat and coat.
Gus. But 1 don't know anything about buying woman's
duds!
Berk. Well, use your imagination. Buy something bright
and cheerful-looking; do you get me?
Gus {helplessly). I guess so.
Charles. Somethin' flossy.
Berk. And don't be all night about it. (To Charles.)
You'd better hike out and find Gus's father; we can't
afford to lose him. Tell him we're going to make a
quick get-away before the quarantine officers spot this
house, and to meet us at the depot at ten.
Charles. All right. Come on, Gus.
{Exeunt both at c. Berk, sitting r. c, prepares to light a
cigarette^ but finds 7io matches. Gets up and looks
around for one.)
{Enter Marie, l., dressed for the street^ carrying a suit-
case.)
Berk {goin^ up c). Good-evening.
Marie {coldly). Good-evening.
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Berk {bhcki?ig her way). You're not going out — at this
hour ?
Marie. I am, if you will kindly permit me to pass.
Berk. Why, certainly, but — you're not going alone I
Marie. Indeed ?
Berk. Well, are you going alone, then ?
Marie {up l.). Yes, 1 am.
Berk (/// c). Well, suit yourself. Some folks have queer
ideas of pleasant company. May I call a cab for you ?
Marie {putting down suit-case to fasten her glove). I'm
going on the street car.
Berk {possessing himself of the suit-case). On the street
car, alone, at this time of night?
Marie. Exactly. I've taken apartments at a hotel.
Berk. Look here, Mrs. Varney, you aren't leaving on ac-
count of G — I mean, Berkeley and that — that red-
headed girl, are you ?
Marie {frigidly). Certainly not. He may elope with all
the actresses in town if he chooses.
Berk {earnestly). But he doesn't want to elope with all
of 'em — honest, he doesn't !
Marie {furiously). Give me my suit-case at once and let
me go !
Berk. But I don't see why you should blame me, just be-
cause he's gone and made a fool of himself ! Now,
I
Marie {angrily). Will you give me that suit-case?
Berk {holding it away from her). No, I will not.
Marie. Then 1 shall go without it.
Berk. Oh, very well, if you think they're going to let you
into any decent hotel without even a suit-case
Marie {tragically). If they won't, I can go to the police
station.
Berk {dropping the suit-case). Police station !
Marie {seizing it). There must be some place in this town
where an unfortunate woman can find shelter.
Berk. But what's the use of taking things so hard ?
Marie {wiping her eyes furtively). Hard?
Berk. Yes. Things might be a lot worse.
Marie. What could be worse than trying to elope with a
married woman ?
Berk. Well, he might have succeeded, you know. Fel-
lows do, sometimes.
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Marie {angrily). How dare you joke about such things?
Berk {seriously^. I'm not joking, I mean that ifBeik
had been in the habit of running away with other men's
wives, they'd probably have been half-way to Cahfornia
by this time. Being a respectable young man, he gets
caught before they get to the depot.
Marie (^furiously). Respectable ! I'm afraid I don't un-
derstand your ideas of morality, Mr. Merrifield.
Berk. That's nothing. 1 don't always understand *em
myself. But look here. I wish you'd do me a favor.
Go back up-stairs and tell Polly that you've changed
your mind.
Marie. I can't.
Berk. Oh, yes, you can — and look here. Tell her that l
wasn't flirting with Madame Schultz, will you ? She's
one of the sweetest girls I've ever met, and 1 hate hav-
ing her think things about me.
Marie. Tell her yourself. You're a better liar than I am.
Berk. But listen. 1 wasn't flirting with her. I give you
my word. You see, it was like this. She and her
husband happened to be on the train with us coming
up from Mexico, and he was in the smoker. Well, it
was hot in the car, and she asked me to open a
window
(^Enter Gladys at C. Comes doivn R. C. to table.)
Gladys. I might as well take these flowers, just to make
George jealous. It does a chap good now and then to
let him know he ain't the only electric sign on the
avenue.
Marie. What flowers?
Gladys. These here ones that Mr. Merrifield just gave
me. Some class, ain't they? There's that darned
door-bell again I
(^Exitj c, 7vith flowers.')
(^Enter Pauline at r., in time to hear Gladys' speech.)
Berk. I say, I didn't mean (Marie stares icily at
him. lie turns^ meets Pauline's horrified eyes.)
Gosh!
i^IIe puts his hands to his head and rushes out L.)
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Marie {turning triumphantly to Pauline). What do you
think now about ''those poor boys"? One of them
caught running away with an actress and the olher
buying American Beauties with stems that long for a
housemaid ! I dare say the other one robs banks when
he hasn't anything else to do !
Pauline. They shall leave this house in the morning, all
three of them !
Marie. Well, I'm leaving it to-night. You may send my
mail to the St. Regis.
Pauline. But you mustn't go down town alone ! Please
let me call Mr. Paddington. He's so obliging.
Marie. I hate men who are obhging. Besides — what
good would he be?
Pauline. He could carry that suit-case. (Lifts it. Drops
it.) Gracious ! You must have bricks in it !
Marie {savagely). I wish 1 did have bricks in it, and that
1 was in a second-story window dropping it on Berkeley
Crane's head.
Pauline. I'll have Mr. Paddington here in a jiffy.
{Crosses R., then pauses.) 1 say, Marie, you — you
don't think you're just a tiny bit in love with Berkeley
Crane, do you ?
Marie {coming down r. c). In love with him ! What
put that into your head ?
Pauline. Nothing — only — only you said you'd like to
drop bricks on his head — and
Marie. Now, Polly, listen. I absolutely detest Berkeley
Crane 1 There's only one person on this earth whom I
detest half as much and that's his dear friend, Augustus
Merrifield !
Pauline. I see. {She shakes her head and exit, r.)
Marie {angrily). In love with Berkeley Crane ! Humph !
{Sits at table, buries her face in her hands.) Oh,
dear, why did he have to go and fall in love with that
horrid red-headed girl I
{Enter Gladys at c.)
Gladys (staring at Marie). Say, there's a feller out there
wants to see Mrs. Wentworth. I told him
Marie (sprini^ing to her feet). Well! Who is he ?
Gladys. You can search me ! He says his name's Merri-
field.
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Marie. Merrifiekl !
Gladys. Yep. {^Confidentially.) I think he's nuts !
Marie. What do you mean ?
Gladys. Well, I told him Mrs. Wentworth was sick abed
and wasn't seein' nobody and he says, << Never mind,
it's all right. I've been vaccinated 1 "
Marie. Vaccinated I
{Enter Merrifield, c.)
Merrifield. Madam, I wish to speak to Mrs. Wentworth.
It is perfectly safe. I have taken all the necessary
precautions.
Gr.ADYS. What do you know about that ?
Marie (to Gladys). Go and call Miss Pauline.
Gladys. Oh, all right !
{Exit, r.)
Marie. Your name is Merrifield ?
Merrifield {coming down l. ). I'm John Merrifield of
Chicago, ma'am. You have doubtless heard of me in
connection with — with pork.
Marie {grimly). Yes, I've heard of you in connection
with several things. You're Augustus Merrifield's
father, aren't you?
Merrifield. I am.
Marie. Well, I am Mary Jane.
Merrifield {eagerly). You are Mary Jane?
Marie. Yes, and I want to tell you that I wouldn't marry
your son if you were to present him with every pig
west of the Mississi[)pi !
Merrifield. Are you speaking of Augustus, ma'am ?
What do you mean ?
Marie. Well, for one thing, unless you wish Augustus ex-
posed to very great danger, you had better remove him
from the companionship of Mr. Berkeley Crane.
Merrifield. Good heavens ! You don't mean Oh,
you can't mean that Berkeley's caught it?
Marie. Caught it ! No. I think that it's caught Berkeley.
Merrifield. Oh, dear ! Oh, dear ! This is too dread-
ful. I can't believe it — and it's all my fault ! I sent
the unfortunate boy here, but how was I to know ? Oh,
dear I Oh, dear ! {Drops on to sofa, down L.)
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(^Enter Paddington, excitedly ^ at r. He has his hat on
and his opera under his artn.^
Paddington. Come ! Let us go at once ! I have just
finished a new finale ! I will drop in at her hotel and
play it for her. She will rave over it ! Even the
husband will like it ! Come !
i^He picks up Marie's suit-case ; seizes her by the arm.)
Marie. All right. I'm coming. Good -evening, Mr.
Merrifield.
{They go up c. Merrifield rises.)
Merrifield. No. You shall not go until you have told
me that Augustus is safe.
Paddington. What can it possibly matter whether Au-
gustus is safe or not when the most wonderful woman
in the world is waiting to hear my finale?
{He sweeps Marie off at c, as Pauline enters at r. with
Gladys.)
Merrifield. But Augustus
Pauline {coming down r.). Are you Mr. Merrifield, Senior ?
1 am Mrs. VVentworth's niece.
Merrifield {putting on his eye-glasses and staring at her).
You're not the niece I saw before. She had red hair.
Pauline {indignantly). What?
Merrifield. She had red hair and she lied to me I
Pauline. Sir !
Gladys. Didn't I tell you he was nuts?
Pauline. Leave the room, Gladys.
Gladys. Oh, all right !
{Exity C.)
Merrifield. Give me my son ! I demand to see Augus-
tus Merrifield at once !
(Berk appears L. They do not see him. He hears old
Meurifield's voice and backs out through door, l.)
Pauline. I don't know where your son is. He was here
a few minutes ago. I dare say he's in his room.
(Berk looks in door l. )
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Merkifield. Then I'll go to his room.
{Slarts up L. Berk disappears. Pauline stops Merki-
field.)
Pauline. One minute, please. I want to say a word to
you before you go.
(Mekrifield stops. Berk puts in his head sloivly and cau-
tiously to listen.')
Merrifield. Well ? Be brief, please. Every moment is
precious in such a situation as this.
Pauline. 1 want to tell you that 1 shall not allow either
your son or his friends to spend another hour under this
roof. 1 consider them a menace to any household that
shelters them. That's all.
Merrifield. And I want to tell you that you are a very
wicked young woman, and that 1 could have you ar-
rested if 1 chose.
Pauline. Arrested! What for?
Merrifield, Yes, ma'am. Arrested. Are you aware that
it is a criminal offense to conceal a case of smallpox
from the authorities?
Pauline {asrhast). Smallpox? Do you mean to say that
Augustus has small])nx ?
Merrifield. If lie has he's caught it from your aunt, and
now you want to turn him into the streets to die ! It's
criminal !
Pauline. But my aunt hasn't smallpox — she has hay-fever.
Merrifield. Hay-fever ?
Pauline (/// horror-). Oh, I know — that trunk ! He told
me it was measles !
Merrifield. Trunk ?
Pauline. It's all that horrible Berkeley Crane !
(JShe rufis to trunk. MERRiFiKi,D/^//r77£/j. As they stand
looking at the trunk, Berk sneaks across and disap-
pears through door, r.)
Merrifield. Explain yourself, madam. What has that
trunk to do with my son?
Pauline {wringing her hands). It's all that awful Berke-
ley Crane ! He tried to elope with a red -headed woman
named Schultz, that he met on the train, and she sent
the trunk here. It — it was exposed to the smallpox
down in Mexico.
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Merrifield. Is this the truth ?
Pauline. If you don't believe me you can come up-stairs
and hear Auntie sneeze.
Merkifield. 1 must find Augustus ! He must be removed
from the evil influence of Berkeley Crane at once. It's
too late to prevent the smallpox. But 1 can keep his
moral character from being undermined, and I will.
Pauline {tearfully). I'm afraid you're too late there, too.
Augustus has been buying roses for my servant girl.
Merrifield. Let me catch him 1 I'll settle him ! Lead
me to him, do you hear?
Pauline. Yes, sir, this way. His room's at the head of
the stairs.
{She rinis out i.., followed by the afigry Merrifield.)
(^Enter Gladys, c. ; looks around, sees no one. Berk
peeps timidly roufid the door at r., sees Gladys, enters.)
Gladys. Well ?
Berk. Hush. {Approaches her.)
Gladys. Now what's the matter ?
Berk {taking her by the arm). Hush ! {Takes his scarf
pin and holds it before her eyes.) Do you see that?
Gladys. Rather nifty little headlight, ain't it?
Berk. Not so loud ! That is yours, if you'll promise to do
something for me.
Gladys. What's the matter? Ain't it genuine?
Berk. Of course it's genuine. Listen ! Did you see that
old gentleman who was talking to Miss Pauline ?
Gladys {tapping her forehead meaningly). Him? Oh,
yes, I seen him all right.
Berk. That's — ahem — that's my father. He wants me,
d'you understand? But he mustn't find me.
Gladys. But
Berk. Oh, never mind why ! A woman who always wants
to know the whys of a thing is a nuisance. Now, lis-
ten ; I want you to say this to him, when he comes
down, and I'll give you the scarf pin.
Gladys. Well ?
Berk. I want you to say, " Mr. Augustus has gone out for
a few minutes. He wants you to meet him at the
Union Depot at ten o'clock." Do you get me?
** Union Depot at ten."
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Gladys. But suppose he asks where you've gone?
Berk. Well, don't you tell anything you don't know.
Gladys. But
Berk. Wait a minute. What day is to-day ?
Glauvs. Wednesday.
Berk. To be sure. Well, if he asks you where, tell him
I've gone to prayer-meeting.
Gladys. What ?
Berk. Don't you know what prayer-meeting is ? What
kind of folks were you raised among, anyhow?
Gladys. Well, I'll try it on, but 1 ain't got much faith in
it. Give me the pin.
Berk {handing it to her). Take it. If I get out of this
house with my collar, I'll be lucky. Oh, one more
thing.
Gladvs. More ?
Berk {opening trunk). I want you to take the slippers of
Mimi, the fan of Carmen and the braids of Marguerite
and dump them in the kitchen stove before they make
any more trouble.
{Piles contents of trunk in her arms.)
Gladys. Bui — but whose are they ?
Berk {crossitig — opetiing door r. for her). Never you
mind. You get rid of 'em, do you hear?
Gladys {loftily). Oh, all right !
{Exit R., arms full.)
{Enter Carlita at c.)
Carlita. Augustus !
Berk {turning, seeing her). Now, look here. You can't
come here any more. I won't talk to you. You nuist
go home, do you understand ?
Carlita {up c. ). But, Augustus, T must tell you — I'm in
frightful trouble — you must listen.
Berk {up r.). I won't bribe any more policemen, and my
name isn't Augustus !
Carlita. But you said it was !
Berk. Oh, when a man's in my fix, he'll say anything.
Will you go home?
Carlita. No, I won't — not until you promise to help me.
Berk. I'll never help anybody again as long as 1 live —
never !
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Carlita {startitior toward the door). Then there's only
one thing for me to do. I shall confess all to the
police !
Berk. 1 say, come back here. What do you mean ?
Carlita. 1 knew you wouldn't desert me ! (^She sits.
Berk walks up and down luith an anxious rye on the
door, L.) When 1 left here Gustave was so angry
with me — he said
Berk. Now, look here. 1 don't want to know any of your
family affairs.
Carlita. How brutal you are. {Rises.) I prefer the
police. 1 shall go to them.
Berk. Now, don't get grouchy. I didn't mean anything
— only if those people come down-stairs and find us here
— well — our reputations won't be worth that !
Carlita {tragically'). What do I care ? My reputation is
ruined — ruined !
Berk. Well, mine isn't, and I'll be hanged if I'll let it be
ruined just for a blamed old Chinaman !
Carlita. That's it. Where is he ?
Berk. Where is he? Didn't he turn up at the theatre?
Carlita. No, and I had just explained things so nicely to
Gustave — about my coming here
Berk. Some people have the darnedest luck at that sort of
thing !
Carlita. And he was making up his mind to forgive me,
when we reached the theatre and 1 found that the other
trunk hadn't been delivered! Oh, what shall we do ?
Berk. We?
Carlita. Why, of course. You needn't think you're going
to put it all off on me. Men are so selfish !
Berk. But, my dear Madame Schultz, I had nothing to do
with that trunk !
Carlita. Now, look here, I wired Cousin John, as soon as
we arrived here this morning, that the trunk had been
checked on your ticket, and if anything goes wrong
with that Chinaman, they're going to hold you respon-
sible.
Berk. What !
(Merrifield's voice off stage.)
Merrifield. Then he is down-stairs, ma'am. I shan't
leave this house till I have seen Augustus !
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Pauline (off stage). If he's here, we'll find him.
Berk. Now ! Now, see what you've done ! I won't
have you found here, do you understand ?
Carlita (looking toward closet). I'll step in there.
Berk. No, you won't. This is no French farce. You'll
go home.
Carlita. Never 1 I won't face Gustave again till I know
where 1 stand.
Berk. I've got it. (^Throws open trunk.) You get in
there and
Carlita (resisting him). No, I won't. I'm nfraid. I
Berk. 1 won't lock it. Give you my word. Just till
they've looked through the room.
Carlita. Who is he?
Berk. He's the chief of police.
Carlita {getting into the trtmk itistantly). Don't leave
me !
Berk (putting down the lid). I won't. Don't move till I
tell you.
(Exity R., rapidly.)
(Enter Gladys, r. Merrifield a?id Pauline appear i..)
Pauline. He may have gone into Mr. Paddington's
studio.
Gladys. No, he ain't ; he's went out.
Merrifield. Out?
Gladys. Just now. He said to tell you to meet him at
the Union Depot at ten o'clock.
Merrifield. Where did he go?
Gladys. Why, he — he
Pauline. Tell Mr. Merrifield at once, Gladys. Where
did Mr. Augustus go?
Gladys {blushing). He — why — he went to church !
Merrifield. To church ?
Pauline. Why, Gladys !
Gladys. Well, he did. He went to church.
Merrifield. Perhaps the girl is telling the truth. Au-
gustus has awakened at last to his awful peril !
Gladys. He looked scared.
Merrifield. Oli, my poor boy ! Alone in a strange city !
No one to turn to for help ! Where is the church?
{He seizes Gladys by the arm.)
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Gladys. Where !
Mekrifield. Which church did he go to — the address,
quick, woman — do you hear? Don't trifle with the
feelings of a father. (He shakes her,)
Gladys (^swallowing hard). It — it — was 213 Ontario Street.
Merkifield. I'll go there at once. Here. (Hands
Gladys a bill.) Where did you put my hat?
Gladvs {recovering quickly). This way. I'll get it.
{Precedes him. They go out, C.)
Pauline. Well, if Augustus' mother is as queer as the
other two, they must be an odd family. {She comes
down l. Door, r., opens slowly. Berk looks in, sees
Pauline, enters. She starts in amazement.) What
are you doing here ?
Berk {coming down r. ). Hush! Has the old gentleman
gone ?
Pauline. Yes. But Gladys said
Berk. Yes, I know. I told her to.
Pauline. What do you mean by telling my servant to —
to
Berk. Fib? I had to. She hasn't sense enough to do it
on her own. You see, it's like this — I
Pauline. Don't come any nearer, please. I haven't been
vaccinated.
Berk. Vaccinated! What the
Pauline. That will do, Augustus !
Berk. I say, don't you call me Augustus, please. I — I'd
rather you wouldn't.
Pauline {offended). Oh, certainly, Mr. Merrifield.
Berk. Oh, hang — I didn't mean that — honest I didn't.
Pauline. I find it very difficult to follow your meaning.
Berk. I mean — I — I didn't want you to call me Mr.
Merrifield.
Pauline. Well, it's your name, isn't it? Perhaps you'll
deny that poor old gentleman who just went out is your
father.
Berk. Well, I may, before I get through. I
Pauline. How can you be so hard-hearted? Here he is,
worried to death about you
Berk. About me?
Pauline. Yes. Smallpox. It's enough to worry any-
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body. And you told me it was earache — and let me
heat hot- water bags for you !
Berk. Listen. Can you keep a secret ?
Pauline (jvith dignity). I can, but I don't care to.
Berk {coming nearer). Please — for me — 1 haven't got the
smallpox.
Pauline {iiown l.). Honest?
Berk {down l.). Honest. I 'phoned the old gentleman
that I had because — well, because 1 didn't want him
coming here and nosing into things. See ?
Pauline. Oh, it's some more of that dreadful Berkeley
Crane's doings !
Berk. That's it — you see
Pauline. No, I don't see. Ithinkhe'sa wretch, and I don't
intend to allow him to stay another hour in this house.
Berk. Now, look here. You don't understand
Pauline. No, I don't understand what any one can see in
a vulgar, horrid, red-haired little actress !
Berk {with a look of horror at the trunk). Now, now,
don't say that — please don't — you don't mean it. I'm
sure you don't.
Pauline. I do mean it. She's a mercenary little wretch,
just eloping with Berkeley Crane for his money.
Berk. His money ! Ha !
Pauline. Do you mean to say that you think she's in love
with him ?
Berk {desperately). I — I — how should I know?
Pauline. Well, 1 know !
Berk. Well, if you know, why do you keep on nagging
me about it ?
Pauline. And what he can see in her ! Why, she's not
even pretty.
Berk {with a hunted look). Oh, I say, she
Pauline. Oh, she has red hair and that's enough for you !
You men are perfectly silly about red hair.
Berk. I'm not. I hate it. Always did. I — oh, thun-
der, I mean I
Pauline. They get it with henna, that's how they get it !
Berk. Oh, I say, let's talk about something else !
Pauline. I don't care to talk at all. I promised to go up
and read auntie to sleep. {Goes up l.)
Berk {following her up L.). Wait a minute. I want to
ask you something.
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Pauline. Well ?
Berk. It's — it's a kind of secret.
Pauline. A secret !
(77/^ lid of the trunk raises a7id CkRUTiCs face peeps itt'
quisitively out.)
Berk. You see, it's something I wouldn't say to anybody
but you. Understand ?
Pauline {a little flattered). Yes?
Berk. I'm telling you now because I may not have another
chance. I've got a wild night ahead of me. 1 may
come out on top and 1 may land in the penitentiary.
(Carlita sinks down in fright and the lid crashes down.)
Pauline {seizing Berk by the arm). What's that !
Berk {putting his arm around her). Nothing. Just
thunder ! Don't be scared.
Pauline. Thunder ! But there's no storm I
Berk. There's going to be !
Pauline. What have you been doing?
Berk. Nothing, 'pon my word, it's just my confounded
luck ! What I want you to remember is, that no mat-
ter what happens to me, or where I go, I'm coming
back first chance I get to marry you. See?
Pauline. Sir !
Berk {still holding her). I don't care what you think
about it, that's what I'm going to do. You're the
only girl
(^Enter Paddington at c, carrying the suit-case in one
hand, supporting the half fainting Marie with the
other f and wildly excited.)
Paddington. Miss Wentworth ! Where the deuce is Miss
Wentworth ?
Pauline (freeing herself from Berk's arm). Oh, what
has happened ?
Marie. Oh, such a dreadful accident.
Pauline {putting Marie into the armchair ^ r. c). Acci-
dent?
(Paddington and Berk come dowfi l. )
Paddington. We were in the street car ! She would ride
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in the street car ! She is as obstinate as a mule. I
was in a hurry. I wanted to reach the hotel before
Madame Schultz went out again. I
Berk {apprehensively, as Carlita raises the lid cautiously).
Never mind about Madame Schultz ! What happened
to the street car ?
Paddington. It ran into an express wagon full of trunks
(^The lid drops with another crash. Marie screams.)
What's that?
Berk (wildly, goin^ up C, and looking out). Thunder
ac^ain ! Going to have a frightful storm presently.
Did — did anything happen to the trunks ?
Paddington. They were scattered on the tracks ! One of
them burst open
Berk (Jiis knees shaking). Y-yes — burst open — and
Paddington. The crowd was so thick I couldn't see any-
thing else. I begged Mrs. Varney to go on to the
hotel — it was only a step — but she refused ! She said
she had changed her mind !
(^Rages up and down l. Berk mops his brow.)
Marie. I was so shaken up
Paui INE. Of course you were, dear. Come, and I'll get you
something to help your nerves. (Marie rises. Paul-
ine turns angrily on Paddington.) You're a brute !
(TI^Bekk.) Open the door. (Berk opens door ^ r.)
Come, dear.
(^Exit with Marie rtr/ r.)
Paddington. Brute ! When the most wonderful woman
in the world is waiting to hear my finale !
{He dashes out at c. Carlita sits up instantly.)
Carlita. Help me out of here at once !
Berk {rushing to her). No. You must stay there. Didn't
you hear what he said ?
Carlita {clinging to him). Oh, do you believe it's our
trunk ?
Berk. I believe it's yours. It's just the sort of luck you
seem to play in. No, don't get out, I beg of you.
Carlita {climbing out). I must! Something must be
done — at once — he can't be left in the street like that.
If he should talk
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Berk. How can I help his talking? There's somebody
coming ! Will you get back into the trunk ?
Carlita. Not for a thousand dollars ! I — I'm going
home ! I don't care what Gustave says ! I can't stand
this suspense any longer. (^Slarls up stage.)
Berk. That's the way they're coming. 1 heard the front
door open.
Carlita. Oh ! {Rushes r.)
Berk {stopping her). Don't ! Can't you be sensible for
once?
Caklita. I won't get into that trunk again.
Beuk {motioning L.). Then step in here while I get rid
of them, Madame Schultz, 1 beseech you
{He pushes her to L. She goes unwillingly. Gladys' voice
is heard, c.)
Gladys. Oh, he's here all right !
(Carlita holts into closet. Berk locks the door. Puts key
on desk. Comes down to meet Charles and Gus.
Charles is carrying a hat box and Gus a long coat
box.')
Berk. Oh, it's you, is it? {Comes down L.)
Charles {coming down and laying box ofi table). I say,
I'm afraid we've lost the old gentleman for good. He
hasn't shown up at the hotel I'll bet he's hittin'
it up at a poker game somewhere. I
Gus {indignantly). Poker ! My father wouldn't touch a
gambling game with a forty rod pole ! I tell you he's
lost, and you're responsible.
{He comes down l., shakes his fist in Berk's /i?^^.)
Berk. Don't you worry about your father. He's going to
meet us at the Union Depot at ten o'clock.
Gus. The deuce he is ! {Puts box on trurik.)
Charles. How did you manage it?
Berk. I used my brains a little. It's not hard when you
get used to it. What did you buy ?
Gus {becrinning to untie the knot of the coat box). I fourid
only one store open, but luckily they had just the right
thing.
Berk {pessimistically). Let's see it.
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Charles {going to c). I say, Gladys !
Gladys {cippearing, c). Well?
Gus {taking string off'). The man said all the swell dress-
ers were wearing 'em.
Charles {bringing Gladys down). We — we took the lib-
erty of bringing you a little token of our — our
Gus. Esteem.
Berk. As we happen to be leaving soon, and we want to
Charles. Leave a pleasant impression behind us.
Gladys {suspiciously). Oh !
(Gus takes out the coat, a very conspicuous garment, ivith
bright colors — see Properties. At same time Charles
takes out hat, also very conspicuous — see Properties.
Berk gazes with horror at the hat and coat.)
Gus. The very latest. The man let us have it at a bar-
gain on account of the ink spot, which can be easily
removed with oxahc acid and a sponge.
Charles {holding tip hat). Classy little lid, ain't it ?
Gladys. Them are for me?
Both {handing them). Yes. All for you.
Gladys. Then you can take 'em back to the second-hand
shop where you got 'em. I ain't booked with no cir-
cus this summer.
Berk. I might have known you'd make a mess of it !
Gus. You said something bright and cheerful !
Charles. What do you expect to get for fifteen dollars,
anyhow? Charmeuse and diamonds?
(Charles pronounces it char -moose.)
Gladys {angrily snatching coat and hat, and holding them
up). Fifteen dollars ! (^«^(?r Pauline, r.) Gimme
a millionaire when it comes to bein' a real tight wad !
Pauline. Why, Gladys
Berk {sitting down l.). Gosh !
Pauline. What does this mean ?
Gladys. It means that these here cheap guys thought they
was goin' to keep me quiet about their goings on by
makin' me a handsome present, so they blew themselves
to these. {Throivs clothes down and stamps 07i them.)
Oh, you wait till my genelman friend gets wise to this !
You jist wait 1
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(Goes furiously out at c. Pauline stares at Gus and
Charles in horror.')
Charles. You see, Miss Wentworth
Pauline. I don't wish to see. If you can conveniently
arrange to leave by ten o'clock, I shall be very grateful.
Gus. I say
Charles. Oh, but Miss Wentworth
Pauline {up l.). I'm sorry, but we have to be very care-
ful about the kind of people we take into the house.
Mr. Merri field, will you kindly arrange for their de-
parture ?
Gus {np c). Their ! You mean to say you're going to let
him stay? {Points to Berk.)
Charles. And turn us out ! (Go^s up r.)
Pauline. Pm sorry. My aunt
Berk {.^oin^ up l. to Pauline). Look here, Miss Paul-
ine — for — for my sake
Pauline. 1 won't have them in the house another hour.
You needn't beg for them.
Charles {to Berk). No, don't trouble yourself to beg for
us. You'd better come along and pack your bag.
Pauline. He's not going !
Charles (