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 THE 
 
 AMERICAN CLERGYMAN. 
 
 DRAMA, IN SIX ACTS, 
 including 
 
 THREE EFFECTUAL TABLEAUX. 
 
 A TOUCHING PICTURE OF LIFE, 
 
 moral and instructive in character. 
 
 ly FRAKTIt ZDAHNTSB, Sr. 
 
 Copyright, 
 
 1886, 
 
 By FRANK DAN/., Sk. 
 
 SAINT PAIL, MINN 
 
 SEIBERT BROS.. PRIN T! 
 
 Entered according to the Act of Confess in the year 1886, by Frank DANZ, Sb., 
 in the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington, D. C— All rights reserved. 
 

THE 
 
 AMERICAN CLERGYMAN. 
 
 DRAMA, IN SIX ACTS, 
 including 
 
 THREE EFFECTUAL TABLEAUX. 
 
 A TOUGHING PICTURE OF LIFE, 
 
 moral and instructive in character 
 
 Copyright, 
 1886, 
 By PRANK DAN 
 
 SA 1 NT I\\ I L, Ml N N 
 
 RT BROS , PRINT 
 
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 Mr. James Hackett, a well-to-do wholesale druggist in New York City, 40 
 years of age. 
 
 Mrs. Florence Hackett, his noble and faithful wife, 35 years of age. 
 
 May Hackett, daughter of James and Florence Hackett; a girl S years of age. 
 
 Two Girls, school-mates of May; 8 and 10 years of age, respectively. 
 
 Honest John, the clerk of Mr. Hackett; a gray-haired man, of Irish descent; 
 50 years of age. 
 
 Rev. Charles Peace, a clergyman and very intimate friend of the Hackett fam- 
 ily; 50 years of age. 
 
 *Mr. Biddle. Mr. Hackett's friend, who leads Mr.Hackett to gambling and drink- 
 ing, and finally turns out to be the main cause of the Hackett family trouble; 42 
 years of age. 
 
 ♦Trapper, a high-toned fellow, but of small means; 35 years of age. 
 
 Sharkey, a gambling-house keeper, 45 years of age. 
 
 Mr. Little, a retail druggist of Providene, R. I.; 53 years of age. 
 
 Mr. Randall, a wholesale druggist in New York, 52 years of age. / 
 
 Dr. Dims more, family physician of the Hackett family. 
 
 Ilattie. a hired girl. Vo/sA? 
 
 A NeAvsboy. 
 
 Two Policemen. 
 
 (The drama plays in New York City, in the year 18C0 
 
 
 * Not appearing again after 2nd act, may act the part of eitber Mr. Little, T)r. 
 Dunamore, Mr. Randall or Sharkey; Mr. Little first appearing at end of 3rd act. Dr. 
 Dunsmore in 4th, and Mr. Randall and Sharkey in 5th act. 
 
 s-sruo^sis: 
 
 Honest John, Hackett's clerk, and Dr. Peace, the clergyman, know all about the 
 dangerous movements between Mr. Hackett and his friend. Biddle, but remain silent 
 for fear that they might expose a highly respected family, hoping that things might 
 take a turn for the better, but which finally turn out to the contrary. Mr. Little, of 
 Providence, a retail druggist. and intimate friend and also good customer of Hackett, 
 and Of whom Hackett afterwards borrows money to the amount of $5,000 without be- 
 ing able to return the same according to his notes. Mr. Randall, also a wholesale 
 druggist of New York and friend of Hackett, becomes bis creditor to the amount of 
 $5,000 without being able to meet the demands according to promissory notes. Mr. 
 Sharkey, a gambling-bouse keeper loaning money to Mr.Hackett to the amount of 
 $3,000. to which Mr.Hackett failed to meet the responsibility. After repeatingly re- 
 minding Mr. Hackett of his responsibilities and receiving no satisfactory answer, all 
 his creditors turn on him at once, demanding immediate payment. Although a 
 wealthy man in spite of those debts, Hackett had not nerve enough to bear the on- 
 slaught of his creditors: he hurried in confusion to Dr. Peace and related to him the 
 approaching storm; Dr. Peace, not expecting such revelation, was driven to such 
 amazement that he proclaimed Hackett lost. This remark made Hackett crazy; lie 
 ran away from home into the country, leaving wife and child. Nothing was heard 
 of him for months. His child, May, became homesick to the father and died. Mrs. 
 Hackett, although a woman in good health and in her best years, broke down more 
 and more till sorrow turned her black hair into a mixed gray color, and only a strong 
 mind and good constitution made it possible for her to survive. Dr. Peace, the no- 
 ble clergyman, did not rest until he turned the severe Hackett-creditors into the 
 warmest and most liberal friends of the Hackett family. Finally Dr. Peace learned 
 through the newspapers that such and such a man, supposed to be insane, was picked 
 up about Green Bay, Wis., and taken care of by the mayor of that city, had been 
 turned over to a certain physician of said place for treatment, who pronounced the 
 ease not dangerous at all. and that he would be cured in a few weeks. On learning 
 such news Dr. Peace was overjoyed; he sends a message to the mayor as to such a 
 man, and he received an answer which fully confirmed him that this was his unfor- 
 tunate friend Hackett. He got ready to start at once to take Mr. Hackett home and 
 instructed his friend Little to convey the news to Mrs. Hackett to prepare to receive 
 her husband. Dr. Peace started for Green Bay. and in the course of a week he camj 
 back with his unfortunate friend Hackett, but not until Mr. Hackett, in the midst M 
 his old friends together with his beloved wile, and most warmly welcomed byal. 
 the dark clouds disappeared and he beheld in reality his oil happy home,— all cf 
 which was mainly due to the untiresome and most Christian-like labor of Dr. Peace 
 The American Clergyman. 
 
 TM P<)2-00<3035 
 
THE AMERICAN CLERGYMAN. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 Scene 1st. Now York in 1860. Representation of a wholesale Drug 
 
 Store on Maiden Lane, New York City. 
 
 (The clerk itoncst John sitting at his desk, writing. After a few 
 minutes writing he raises las head, and, listening for a while, the 
 clock in the store strikes six.) 
 
 Honest John (exclaiming): Six o'clock, and Mr. Ilackett has not 
 been in the store all afternoon; customers come in and inquire for 
 Mr. Ilackett, and, not finding him in his place of business, they leave 
 the store disappointed. (Coming down from chair, with pen in hand, 
 and motioning with pen.) Now, there was Mr. Little, of Providence, 
 one of our best customers for many years; well, the other day lie 
 came in the store, very anxious to see Mr. Ilackett, as he had some 
 ver} r important matters to communicate with him. Mr. Little came 
 three times that afternoon. I sent the messenger boy all over town 
 lo find Mr. Hackett; but he was nowhere to be found; and, after 
 waiting long enough, Mr. Little told me that he had written to Mr. 
 Ilackett previously that he would be down to New York on such and 
 such a day and buy a large stock of goods, because he intended to 
 open another drug store in Providence, and that he could not wait any 
 longer, as circumstances would not permit him to do so. He left the 
 store in disgust and has not put in an appearance since. The other 
 day I was told by the clerk of Mr. Randall, the up-town druggist, that 
 Mr. Little of Providence bought his stock at his place to the amount 
 of three thousand dollars! This is a heavy loss for us — not counting 
 the smaller customers that left us because they are not satisfied with 
 Mr. Hackett's way of doing business of late— so they tell me. This 
 must not go on any longer; I must tell Mrs. Hackett about it and set. 
 my conscience at rest. (Goes about the store, puts things in order to 
 get ready to go, and, while moving about, gives a heavy sigh, and 
 says:) Oh, such an excellent wife as Mrs. Hackett, and such a 
 lovely daughter as little May Hackett is! (Locks the door and goes off.) 
 
 Scene 2nd. Front Flat closed. 
 
 (Ilackett, Fuddle and a third individual, called Fred Trapper, a 
 high-toned fellow of Philadelphia who understands putting on style 
 at the expense of others. Ilackett and Diddle somewhat intoxicated— 
 Ilackett more so. It is getting dusky.) 
 
 Hackett. Biddle, I tell you I will not go any further, but go— hie — 
 right home to my wife and child. (Staggering about.) 
 
 Biddle (takes Ilackett by the arm, saying:) Now, Ilackett, you 
 promised me to go down to the Astor House with me, and then we go 
 home. 
 
 Hackett. Well, then, invite your fri — hie!— friend, and let's go to 
 erelher. 
 
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 Trapper. No, Mr. Biddlc, excuse me, /don't go to any second-class 
 place like the Astor; I'll go toDelmonico with you, just to please you. 
 
 Hackett (to Biddle): What does he say, Biddle? I did not under- 
 stand. 
 
 Biddle. Oh, he said he would not like to go to the Astor; he pre- 
 fers Delmonico's. You know, Hackett, he is a high-toned fellow, and 
 has plenty of money. 
 
 Hackett. He is high-toned? (nodding his head) and has plenty of 
 money, has he? 
 
 Biddle. Yes, money is no object to him. 
 
 Hackett. Yes! Especially when he can get it from somebody eUe! 
 
 Biddle. Hush, Hackett! You insult that man. 
 
 Hackett. Well, then, how is it that he borrowed fifty dollars from 
 me before we left the liquor store down town? How is this for high- 
 toned? 
 
 Biddle (looks at Trapper with surprise.) 
 
 Trapper (pretends not to hear the conversation and quickly pulls a 
 cigar-case, saying politely:) Gentlemen, will you do me the honor and 
 take a cigar with me? (taking one himself and lighting it.) 
 
 Biddle (takes one.) 
 
 Hackett (refusing): Excuse me; I don't smoke. 
 
 Biddle. Take one, Hackett! 
 
 Hackett. No, I never smoked before. 
 
 Biddle. Well, you can learn it easy enough; try it, Hackett. 
 
 Hackett. No, Biddle, I think I learned enough already while in 
 your company. I am afraid by learning any more I might become an 
 artist, shortly. (Laughing, and staggering off.) Now, Biddle, it is 
 raining, and I have no umbrella; let's go home. 
 
 Biddle. Now, Hackett, to Delmonico's, upon the invitation of Mr. 
 Trapper, and then we'll go home; it won't cost you a cent. 
 
 Hackett. All right, Biddle; I forgot all about having paid for it 
 in advance. (Laughing again.) 
 
 (Trapper makes a sour face; then all go off.) 
 
 A Policeman (who overheard the conversation, appears, saying:) 
 Yes, go to Delmonico's and make the dose full to overflowing. Poor 
 Hackett! If you only knew Biddle as well as I do! But (raising and 
 dropping hands) I am a policeman and must keep my mouth shut, 
 
 Scene 3rd. Parlor in 69th Street, near Central Park. 
 
 (Mrs. Hackett sitting at the table, reading a book; her daughtei 
 May playing her favorite song "Home, Sweet Home" at the piano. 
 Listening to the music for a while, Mrs. Hackett, overcome by emo- 
 tion, takes her handkerchief to wipe the tears from her eyes.) 
 
 Little May Hackett (seeing this, says to her mother:) Why, mama! 
 Are you sleepy? Because you wipe your eyes with your handkerchief, 
 I thought you liked that tune so well; at least you often told me so. 
 
 Mrs. H. Oh yes, dear child, I like that song just as much as ever, 
 and I always enjoyed our home until lately. About the last three 
 months I have an uneasy feeling about something which I cannot tell 
 you, my darling. But play on, I will listen. 
 
 (May resumes playing again, and while playing gradually falls 
 asleep, laying her head upon the piano. By this time noise and tramp 
 ing of feet are heard approaching the house.) 
 
Mrs. H. (jumping to her feet and saying to herself:) That, must be 
 him! 
 
 (And walking toward the window, the clock on the mantlepiece 
 strikes eleven. ' The sound of rough voices and tramping of feel eome 
 right up to the house of Mr. Hackett. Mrs. H., somewhat startled by 
 this, opens the window to see who is there, and as she opens,) 
 
 Biddle (behind the scenes, cries out in a rather suspicious tone). 
 Mrs. Hackett! Mrs. Hackett! Will you please open the door? 
 
 Mrs. H. But who are you? 
 
 Biddle (still behind the scenes): I am Mr. Biddle, your friend; your 
 husband is with me. Please open the door; it is raining. 
 
 Mrs. H. (now quickly opens the door.) 
 
 Biddle and Trapper (hold Mr. Hackett by the arms, dragging him 
 to the inside of the parlor, as he is not able to stand upon ins feet on 
 account of excessive drinking.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (seeing her husband in this condition, gives a loud shriek, 
 clasps her hands above her head, and, turning the same towards 
 heaven, exclaims:) My God! Has it come to this? 
 
 (Then Mrs. H. goes to the kitchen and gets a wash-basin with wa- 
 ter and a sponge. While she is gone,) 
 
 May (who is at the piano asleep, is aroused by the noise and cry of 
 her mother and the strange men working at her father — especially 
 his face, which is covered with blood — runs frightened out into the 
 street, screaming:) Help! Help! Murder! 
 
 Two Policemen (stationed near by, come rushing up to May, ask- 
 ing:) What's the matter? 
 
 May (quickly): Oh! For God's sake, come into the house— the loaf- 
 ers kill my father! 
 
 (As the policemen enter the house, Mrs. Hackett is washing Hack- 
 ett's face.) 
 
 Hackett (trying to explain matters to his wife while the sponge goes 
 constantly over his face, tries to speak, as follows:) Flo — Flo — Flor- 
 ence, you — you see, we — we went — 
 
 (As the policemen see at first sight what the matter is, they go right 
 up to Mrs. Hackett, one of them addressing her in the following way: 
 
 Policeman. Mrs. Hackett, we are very sorry if we did intrude; I 
 hope you will excuse us. 
 
 Biddle (goes up to the policemen, giving them a short explanation, 
 when the policemen nod their heads and leave the room.) 
 
 May (in the meantime getting bewildered, running about the room 
 and hollowing:) Oh, for God's sake! Don't kill my father! 
 
 (For quite a while Trapper is trying to keep the girl quiet, which, 
 however, is not achieved before) 
 
 Hackett (comes to himself again and with outstretched hands stam- 
 mers:) Come, my dar — hie— darling, co— come to me; your pa — hie — 
 papa is all right, all — hie- all right. Yes, my darling, come to your 
 papa. (And as the girl approaches him, trembling, he closes her in 
 his arms, kissing her. Finally the girl stops crying, but trembles as il 
 she had been out in the bitter cold for hours.) 
 
 ( This picture wants to be most carefully studied and practiced, as it 
 is a good scene if well played. ) 
 
 (While this takes place, Mrs. Hackett sits in a chair, her elbow 
 placed on ;i table and her hand at her forehead, when) 
 
Biddle (addresses her:) Mrs. Hackett, we feel very sorry about this 
 unpleasant occurrence this evening; it will be all right to-morrow 
 morning. 
 
 Mrs. Hackett (at once leaving her chair, approaches her husband, 
 saying:) Come, James! Go to bed. (And then, turning to the men in 
 the room, addresses them:) Gentlemen, you have been of great service 
 to me this evening, and I am sincerely obliged to you. It is getting 
 late, and I wish you all good night. 
 
 Biddle and Trapper (as they start lor home): Good night, Mrs. 
 Hackett/ (At the door they make a halt, and, offering their services,) 
 
 Biddle (says for both:) Mrs. Hackett, if you need any further as- 
 sistance, we are at your service. 
 
 Mrs. H. (somewhat sarcastic): Thank you, gentlemen; you see, I 
 am sober, and will be able to manage affairs all alone for this evening. 
 I wish you a very good night. 
 
 Biddle and Trapper (turn toward the door, and) 
 
 Biddle (goes up to Hackett, shakes hands with him, saying:) Good 
 night, Hack! 
 
 Trapper (repeating): Good night, Hack; good night! 
 
 (And then they leave the room.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (turning to her husband, who is still sitting in a chair): 
 Come, James, you need rest; go to bed. (She then helps him to stand 
 up, he leaning on her shoulder; then she takes the candle from the 
 table— her husband in one arm and the candle in the other hand— and 
 says to May:) Come, darling, we go to bed; your pa is very sick. 
 
 (Hackett staggering along, and the child, taking hold of her moth- 
 er's dress, casts a last look up to her father's face; then, dropping her 
 head as if she felt ashamed, puts one of her fingers in her mouth, and 
 all disappear into the bed-chamber.) 
 
 ( Turn gas down slowly as the Hackett familg disappear. Slow Music, 
 kept up till off and curtain down.) 
 
 [End of 1st act,] 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 Scene 1st A clergyman's studio, with a well-stocked library in oho 
 of the corners of the room. 
 
 Rev. Dr. Peace (sitting at his table, his head buried in his hand 
 and his elbow resting on a table, exclaiming:) I always thought thai 
 Hi is would come to no good. I have met Mr. Hackett for the last 
 three months quite often on the street in company with men of rather 
 doubtful character, and I often thought to inform Mrs. Hackett about 
 this; and then again I thought I'd better not alarm the good lady— 
 tilings may take a turn for the better. (In an agitated manner, and 
 growing more so as he speaks:) But the scene last night which I wit- 
 nessed from my window; the call for police, and cry of murder— and 
 by little May Hackett, if my ears did not deceive me -and the rushing 
 of two policemen to Hackett's house. (Dr. Peace gets up from his 
 chair and walks up and down the room in great excitement, saying:) 
 I cannot rest until I know what all that trouble was about. 1 have 
 known Mr. Hackett for the last ten years, and always had the highest 
 opinion of this man; he has been a constant attendant to our church 
 in company with his wife until three months ago, when I saw him but 
 seldom; but then I thought every man can do as lie pleases about that 
 
mailer in tins world as long as lie obeys the law and lives otherwise in 
 peace with his fellow-citizens. But of late I have seen thai man in 
 company with men of had repute, (with enraged voice,) gamblers! It' 
 I am well informed, such had company will convert angels mtodemU. 
 (Knocks on table with his fist excitingly at the word "devil", and sits 
 down in a chair. Then, pausing for a while and cooling down, he 
 leaves his chair, approaches the window, and, opening it, exclaims:) 
 Mr. llackett generally passes my house about this time in the morning, 
 but I did not see him this morning; everything seems to be quiet about 
 the house, which alarms me still more. 
 
 (At this time Honest John, Hackett's clerk, passes the house of Dr. 
 Peace.) 
 
 Dr. Peace (standing near the window and seeing John, says:) Oh, 
 there is John. (Opening the window, he asks:) John, can you come 
 in for a short time? (Shuts the window again, talking to himself as he 
 leaves the window:) Now we shall know more about it. 
 
 John (knocking at the door.) 
 
 Dr. Peace. Come in! 
 
 John (opening the door). Good morning, Dr. Peace. 
 
 Dr. P. Good morning, John. — Well, John, how is Mr. Hackett this 
 morning? 
 
 John. Dr. Peace, that is the very thing I want to find out myself, 
 because Mr. Hackett never missed to show up at the store by this time 
 in the morning, and this morning, (emphasizing,) when he is absolutely 
 wanted, he is not there. (Drawing a long breath, and casting a sad 
 look at Dr. Peace, he says:) Oh, Dr. Peace! Things are going very 
 bad of late; I am afraid it will not last much longer in this way. 
 
 Dr. P. (in a serious manner, approaching John quickly and putting 
 his hand upon his shoulder): Well, John, go to the house and see 
 whether Mr. Hackett is at home or not, and by all means try to find 
 out what that noise and screaming meant about eleven o'clock last 
 night, near Hackett's house. Learn all you can, and when you re- 
 turn, please call and inform me of it. I am very anxious to know the 
 nature of this disturbance. Will you, John? 
 
 John. Yes, Dr. Peace, I'll do anything to oblige you. 
 
 Dr. P. Thank you, John. Now go quick, learn all you can, and 
 return soon. 
 
 John (nodding his head, turns' toward the door, opening it and say- 
 ing:) All right, Doctor! I shall be back soon. (Exit.) 
 
 Dr. P. (pacing the room up and down, with his head lowered and 
 much agitated, talks to himself): I must know about this mysterious 
 matter. My duty as a clergyman calls upon me, and in order to be 
 true to my mission, 1 will pierce the dark clouds (pushing forth his 
 arm) that 'hang over this family and prevent a stroke of lightning be- 
 fore it is too late, 80 help me God / (stretching both hands towards 
 heaven, lie will remain in this position till change of scene.) 
 
 (Close front flat, in order to get the Hackett parlor well set, and 
 while this is done,) 
 
 Scene 2nd. 
 John (appearing in front and center of stage, 1o himself, with left 
 hand held out open and with the finger of the right hand touching 
 upon part of left hand, according to speech): Now, Dr. Peace wants 
 me to find out all I can, and report to him on my return. (Pausing.) 
 Would it be right on my part to betray the confidence of this family? 
 (Pausing, and holding head upright.) Well, I don't mean to betray 
 
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 this family, and I never would.— Now, hold on, John, and reflect. 
 There is some kind of a reptile undermining the peace and prosperity 
 of this family— I know that too well. And Dr. Peaee knows that bet- 
 ter than I do; he only wants to get information in order to proceed to 
 the hiding-place of tins reptile and crush it, without loosing time- 
 that 's what he is up to; he is a clergyman, and bound by his oath to 
 hasteD to the rescue of those in distress. Yes, Dr. Peace! I will lear,n 
 all, and tell you all. (Goes off on other side of stage.) 
 
 Scene 3rd. Hackett's parlor on 69th Street, near Central Park. 
 
 (Mrs. Hackett sitting at a table, with her elbow upon it and one 
 hand pressed against her forehead; in the other hand she holds a white 
 handkerchief, wiping off the tears from her face occasionally. The 
 clock strikes ten.) 
 
 May (sitting opposite her mother on the sofa, and staring at her 
 mother with a sad look; then gets tip, walks up to her mother, taking 
 her by the hand which holds the handkerchief, and speaks with a 
 trembling voice:) Oh, dear mama, don't cry. Papa is all right again; 
 he told me so this morning when I asked him how he was; he,said he 
 was all right, and he would take us out riding after dinner. (Growing 
 somewhat cheerful.) Shall 1 play for you, mama? (looking cheerfully 
 up to her mother's face.) 
 
 Mrs. H. No, my dear child, not now; I have such a dreadful head- 
 ache. I did not sleep well last night, my dear child. 
 
 May. Oh, I am so sorry, dear mama. (Pausing for a little while.) 
 But /slept very good; (with a serious look) but I had such a horrible 
 dream. 1 dreampt papa had left us— had gone far away to a strange 
 country — and Dr. Peace went after him to bring him back. (Pausing 
 a little, and lowering her head and playing with her ringers in her 
 mother's hand, exclaiming in a sad manner:) Hut 1 did not see papa 
 any more, mama. 
 
 Mrs. H. (makes a sudden jerk at the words "Had gone to a strange 
 country," and quickly holds' the handkerchief to her e} r es. ) 
 
 May (noticing this movement , quickly and rather cheerfully replies 
 to her mother:) Hut, mama, this was only ;i dream; I don't believe in 
 dreams. 
 
 (At this time a slight noise is heard which comes from the bed room 
 where Hackett is asleep. ) 
 
 Mrs. H. (raising her head as if listening, to May in a subdued voice): 
 Hush, child! (Raising her hand.) Your father is asleep; you must not 
 wake him. 
 
 Hackett (at this time slowly opening the door of the bed-room and 
 coming out. Several scratches, which he received in falling against 
 the lamp-post the night before, are visible on his face. Pausing at the 
 door as he comes out, and casting a sad-smiling look at his wife.) 
 
 May (at the same time seeing him, rushes right up to and embraces 
 him, saying:) Oh, papa! I am so glad to see you. 
 
 Hackett (taking the child up in his arms, kissing her and putting 
 her down again; then, walking slowly to his wife, says with a tremb- 
 ling voice:) Dear Florence, will you allow me to take you by the hand v 
 
 Mrs. H. (raising her head and looking her husband straight in the 
 face, standing upright): Yes, James, with all my heart! (Clasping his 
 hand.) When you'asked me for the first time in my life to give you 
 my hand, it was in our church before God's altar, and we both swore 
 that we would faithfully go through married life and share sorrow 
 and happiness together, like good Christians; and to-day 1 renew the 
 
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 oath before heaven and in the presence of our child, (holding up her 
 band,) the tie of married life which should make us cling more faith- 
 fully together than ever before. 
 
 (May is a few steps apart, staring with amazement at her parents. 
 Hackett. overcome with emotion by the speech of his wife, drops down 
 in a chair and lays his head on a table which stands beside him, and 
 buries his head into his hands.) 
 
 May (getting alarmed, screaming): My papa! My papa! (running 
 up and embracing him.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (at this moment, becoming good-humored, walks up to her 
 husband, takes hold of his hand and kindly speaks to him;) Come, 
 .lames, don't feel bad; I am your wife, and ready to make any sacrifice 
 for you, if need be, to re-establish those once happy days. (In a 
 rather cheerful manner:) James, I will make a good cup of coffee for 
 you, and that will do you good; you are somewhat feverish from last 
 night's rain; your clothes were wet all over. Why, James, did you 
 not know? (Pausing a little and looking in his face.) 
 
 Hackett (raising his head and taking his wife's hand, looking into 
 her face with a sad smile, exclaims:) Dear, faithful wife, heaven's 
 messenger! I wish to God I could say as much. (Dropping his head.) 
 
 Mrs. H. Now, James, will you allow me to get you some coffee? 
 
 Hackett (raising his head): Yes, my dear, as you will. 
 
 (Mrs. H. goes off to get the coffee.) 
 
 May (sitting on the sofa, now approaches her father, and, in look- 
 ing into his face and seeing some scratches, remarks with surprise:) 
 Why, papa! Did those loafers strike you last night? 
 
 Hackett. Why, my darling, what makes you think so? 
 
 May (pointing at the spots with her finger): Because you got two 
 sore spots on your face. 
 
 Hackett. Well, my darling, you see, last night it was very dark 
 and raining, and I slipped and fell down and hurt myself. 
 
 May. But you will be all right again in a few days, and the sores 
 will get well — won't you, papa? 
 
 Hackett (in a serious tone): Yes, my darling, these sores outside 
 will soon be well again; but not the one inside. (Sighing heavy, and 
 in a low voice exclaiming:) For this wound there is only one doctor — 
 (looking towards heaven — ) the only one who is able to heal such 
 wounds, no matter how deep the cut might be. (Putting his elbow on 
 his knee and resting his head in his hands.) 
 
 May (the last remark being a conundrum to her, pauses for an in- 
 stant, then quickly replies:) Oh, papa! Tell me where this doctor lives, 
 and I will go and get him for you. 
 
 Hackett. No, my dear child, it is too far for you to go, and I would 
 not have you go there just now — it would be too soon for both of us; 
 I want you to stay with me, darling. He will come some day; He 
 generally takes his own time, as He knows his patient's needs best, 
 without being told of it. 
 
 May. Why, pa, this must be a good doctor; I am glad you know 
 him so well. Then there is no danger for you, papa? 
 
 Hackett (embracing the child and kissing her): Yes, my child, who- 
 ever knows Him and follows His prescriptions, will not very soon re- 
 ceive such dangerous wounds. 
 
 Mrs. H. (at this moment opening the side-door and bringing the 
 coffee): Here, James, I have a good cup of coffee for you; drink it.— 
 
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 John was here this morning, inquiring for you; he said there were 
 three gentlemen down to the store and very anxious to see you. But 
 you may please yourself about that, James; that is your business, not 
 mine. 
 
 (Hackett drinks the coffee leisurely, while Mrs. H. is sitting beside 
 him in a chair, holding May with one arm. After Hackett has finished 
 the coffee,) 
 
 Mrs. H. (in good humor, says:) Wasn't that a good cup of coffee, 
 James ? 
 
 Hackett. Oh, yes, Florence! But, my dear, I very near forgot 
 about it: it is time for me to look to my business. I forgot all about 
 John being here inquiring for me. I must get ready to go down to the 
 store. (He goes to work to dress himself, and finally goes to the mir- 
 ror; looking in, he observes the scratches on his face; he shrinks back 
 and, turning towards his wife, says:) My dear Florence! I am afraid 
 I dare not be seen on the street in this condition. 
 
 Mrs. H. Then take your closed buggy, James, and I will hitch it 
 up for you. 
 
 Hackett. Oh no, my dear wife, I will do that myself; I am more 
 used to such work, and, besides, it is a young horse and might kick 
 you. 
 
 (When Hackett has finished his toilet he leaves the room to go to 
 the stable and get his horse and buggy to go down town to his store. 
 After he has left the room,) 
 
 Mrs. H. (takes a chair to sit down near the table, and with a deep 
 sigh, clasping both hands together and resting them on the table, says to 
 herself:) That dreadful night is passed! (Pausing, then nodding her 
 head ) But a certain uneasy feeling haunts me continually, and I 
 can't get rid of it. (Pausing and nodding her head again.) Perhaps 
 there are some more rainy days and stormy nights in store for me! 
 (Then, looking towards heaven, exclaims:) But if it is Your wish, oh 
 Lord, that I should empty the bitter cup of life, (with consolation,) I 
 am ready to do so: Thy will be clone! (Raising her hands towards 
 heaven.) 
 
 Scene 4th. 
 
 (Close front flat to get Drug Store ready.) 
 
 John (appears in front, on his way down to store): Now, I wish 
 that this Mr. Biddle would never show his face in the store any more; 
 he is no companion for Mr. Hackett. My wife told me that there is 
 a story afloat to the effect that Mr. Biddle is a gambler, and I noticed 
 something about this myself. As I passed Mr. Sharkey's house the 
 other evening I saw Biddle go in— and to what purpose? That house 
 is a gambling hell, and nothing less. Since that man comes to the 
 store, Mr. Hackett is not the same man any more; he got careless, and 
 neglects his business. I used to take the money to the bank every Sat- 
 urday; now, Mr. Hackett says he'll go himself; but he don't— I know 
 it: he needs it for other purposes! And this is all Biddle's work. 
 (Getting excited and shaking his fist.) But lookout, Mr. Biddle! If 
 we meet, I might forget myself, in spite of your beins: a rich man. 
 (Exit.) J 
 
 Scene 5th. The same Drug Store on Maiden Lane. 
 John (at his desk, when) 
 Hackett (enters): Good morning, John. 
 John. Good morning, Mr. Hackett. 
 
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 Hackett. John, you have been up to the house this morning, de- 
 manding my presence down here in the store. Anything of import- 
 ance, John? 
 
 John (coming down from his chair, with a card and two letters in 
 his hand, approaching Mr. Hackett): There were three gentlemen here 
 this morning; one of them was very angry not finding you here, and 
 left his card for you, demanding an interview this evening (handing 
 the card to Hackett); and the other two gentlemen left those letters 
 here for you. (Handing the letters to Hackett, and then returning to 
 his seat at the desk.) 
 
 Hackett (glancing over the card and nodding his head several 
 times, sadly remarks:) My grave digger! (Then he takes a seat at the 
 table in the store and quickly opens one of the letters. After reading 
 for a few seconds, he turns the chair very sudden, and in a distracted 
 manner exclaims:) Five thousand dollarsl And where am I to get 
 them from? (Sighing deeply, holding the letter in one hand and star- 
 ing at the floor. ) 
 
 John (at this moment turns his head, and, seeing Hackett in that 
 position, shakes his head and murmurs ^alf-aloud to himself:) Bad 
 news! 
 
 Hackett (after remaining a few seconds in this position, very sud- 
 denly rises from his seat, and taking his hat, which he had placed on 
 the table after reading, leaves the store in a hurry. In taking his hat 
 he pushes the letters he has read a moment ago down from the table, 
 and they fall to the floor.) 
 
 John (seeing this, alights from his chair, picks up the letters, opens 
 and reads them, viz.:) 
 
 "Mr. Hackett. 
 
 Dear Sir! — Although your faithful friend and customer for a 
 number of years, I must demand that money I loaned to you dur- 
 ing the last three years, and which amounts to the sum of $o,000 
 up to date; I hold your notes in my hands, as you are aware of. 
 It is my painful duty to communicate with you in this way. You 
 promised to settle matters long before this, and of late I went 
 quite often to your store to have an interview with you and come 
 to some understanding; but coming quite often, and never finding 
 you in, there is no other way left for me to do. Unless you make 
 satisfactory arrangements inside of three days, I shall have to 
 close your store. 
 
 Yours, 
 
 W. Ltttle." 
 (He has scarcely ended reading, when) 
 
 Hackett (comes back in excitement; footsteps are approaching the 
 store.) 
 
 John (looking up and saying:) Hello! Mr. Hackett is coming back. 
 1 must pretend to know nothing about the letters. (And, quickly put- 
 ting them on the table, he hurries back to his desk.) 
 
 Hackett (comes in much agitated, taking the letters from the table 
 and casting mistrustive looks at John and the letters alternately, and 
 then leaves the store.) 
 
 John (as soon as Hackett has left the store, quickly leaves his desk 
 again, goes to the window to look after Hackett as he departs, and 
 then exclaims, with a sigh:) Thank God! He did not ask me whether 
 I read the letters or noC (Then, turning around, says:) "Unless you 
 make satisfactory arrangements with me inside of three days, I shall 
 close your store. Yours— W. Little. ' (Then pausing, sighing, and 
 nodding his head, exclaims:) Mr. Little, Mr. Little! I am afraid this 
 
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 will prove too much for Mr. Hackett — five thousand dollars inside of 
 three days! — And what did he mean when he looked at the card, ex- 
 claiming: "My grave digger!" Perhaps another five thousand dollars 
 or more? And the grave digger demands ao interview to-night. Then 
 I'll better lookout for my grave digger, too. — Oh! I pity such a wife 
 as Mrs. Hackett is. For the last three months I noticed a sadness in 
 her appearance; but she will never tell anybody what it is. She must 
 have known about Mr. Hackett's gambling business, but she will not 
 tell anybody. She suffers and keeps silent. She is a hero of a wife — 
 
 she is But it is time to close the store and go home. (Closes the 
 
 store and goes home.) 
 (Close front fiat to get minister's Study ready.) 
 
 Scene 6th. A scene of a street. 
 
 (John, on his way home, meets Biddle. John comes from one side 
 of the stage and Biddle from the other, meeting in the center. John 
 intends to pass by, but) 
 
 Biddle (taps him on the shoulder, saying:) Hello, John! 
 
 John (looking around): Hello, Biddle! 
 
 Biddle (looking surprised): See the impudence of an Irishman! 
 (Getting close up to John and saying:) John, my name is Mister Bid- 
 dle, not Biddle: you understand? 
 
 John (looks him into the face, saying emphatically:) My name is 
 John, Honest John, sir! Can you say as much for yourself? (looking 
 him sternly in the face.) 
 
 Biddle (gets very angry at this remark, clinching his fist and grind- 
 ing his teeth, and turns about as if to strike John.) 
 
 John. Strike! Strike! You struck the poor Hackett family already 
 with the devil's claw! (Taking a fighting position.) 
 
 (At this moment) 
 
 A Policeman (appears, saying:) Hello, gentlemen! What's the mat- 
 ter here? Don't make a scene here, in a public street. (Then turning 
 to John:) Why, John, I am surprised to see you in such excitement— 
 and even ready to fight! 
 
 John. Yes, sir, and I am glad you stepped between in time; I am 
 thankful to you. 
 
 (Policeman and John go off to one side, talking, and Biddle goes off 
 to the other side.) 
 
 [End of 2nd act.) 
 
 ACT III. 
 Scene 1st. A clergyman's Study, with library in corner of room. 
 
 Dr. Peace (walking up and down the room and talking to himself, 
 with head bowed down:) I thought I saw Mr. Hackett's buggy passing 
 by here a little while ago, but at such a speed that it was impossible 
 for me to recognize exactly whether it was Hackett's buggy or not. 
 
 (At this moment the rattling of wheels is heard.) 
 
 Dr. P. (looks through the window, exclaiming:) Yes! there he is. 
 (And, opening the window, calls out:) Mr. Hackett! Mr. Hackett! 
 (motioning with his hand.) Will you please come in for a few min- 
 utes? (Closing the window again, he says:) ISlow for the mystery! 
 
 Hackett (behind the scenery, knocking at the door.) 
 
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 Dr. P. Come in ! 
 
 Hackett (opens the door and, with a sad look, enters slowly, and 
 being much disturbed, forgets to greet the minister.) 
 
 Dr. P. I am glad to see you, Mr. Hackett; will you please be 
 seated? (taking a chair and offering it to Hackett.) I would like to 
 converse a little with you, (in a very polite manner) if you have the 
 time to spare. 
 
 Hackett (taking the chair): At your leisure with all my heart, Dr. 
 Peace. (Sits down.) 
 
 Dr. P. Now, Mr. Hackett, you must promise me this (marking with 
 finger of right hand into the palm of left hand): Whatever question I 
 may ask you, you must not feel offended. lam your true friend. Don't, 
 look at me merely as a minister of the gospel to whose chureh you be- 
 long. No! But look at me as your best friend next to your wife, to 
 whom you can intrust secrets, — and not a second person, besides me, 
 shall know of it. You might have reasons to be angry with me for be- 
 ing so bold as to mention the w r ord secret; but, my dear friend Hack- 
 ett, I cannot wait any longer after what I have seen and heard last 
 night. (Hackett shudders at the words "last night.") The cry of 
 murder and help by your daughter May, and then the rushing of two 
 policemen into your house, which was plainly visible from my win- 
 dow ; and then I could see the shadows of persons moving quickly 
 
 about inside of your parlor: (assuming a mysterious look) And 
 
 all was quiet again. Now, my dear Mr. Hackett, if you only explain 
 to me how this was brought about, I will promise you before heaven 
 and by my holy oath (raising right arm towards heaven) that not a 
 word of it shall pass my lips to a second person besides yourself. I 
 had no sleep all last night; the excitement was too much for me. I've 
 known you for the last ten years, and whenever you in company with 
 your wife and child made your appearance in our church on Sunday, 
 my heart was filled with joy and I said to myself (stretching out his arm 
 and pointing with finger): There comes the Hackett family, or, better 
 said, the happy family. 
 
 Hackett (is seated at the table with his elbow upon it, his hand 
 pressed against his forehead, staring at the floor and listening to Dr. 
 Peace's speech. At the words '' happy family" he quickly raises his 
 head and with emotion and outstretched arms exclaims:) The summons 
 of God! Speak, Dr. Peace, speak/ I will confess all. (He is over- 
 come by emotion, his breast moving heavily, and quite a little while 
 ehipses before he is able to collect himself sufficiently to relate the 
 following:) Dr. Peace! What you saw last night is true. I con- 
 fess with shame that I came home,— or rather was brought home by 
 my friends, because I was so intoxicated that I was not able to walk 
 without the aid of somebody. 
 
 Dr. P. (turns aside, clasping his hands, and murmurs half aloud:) 
 Drunk! Heaven help you. 
 
 Hackett. As you know, Dr. Peace, last night was a rainy and 
 stormy night. My friends, who had made quite the same mistake as I, 
 could not well uphold themselves and me at the same time; so it hap- 
 pened that they forgot about me once in a while, and in one of those 
 moments I lost my balance and fell against a lamp-post and hurt my- 
 self pretty badly, and in that condition, Dr. Peace (here Hackett is 
 overcome by emotion) I met — I met — my dear wife, sobbing, and my 
 child. (Sobbing and covering his face with his handkerchief.) 
 
 Dr. P. (approaches Hackett, and laying his hand upon his shoulder, 
 speaks very kindly to him:) Mr. Hackett! You have made a great 
 mistake, undoubtedly; but we are mortals, and liable to make mis- 
 
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 takes in some shape or other, and we must never condemn our fellow- 
 men because temptation was so strong that in an hour of weakness 
 they could not resist and fell. Don't be disheartened, friend Hackett; 
 we must forgive each other, like Christians, for making mistakes; we 
 will fix that all right again, and I am sure that Mrs. Hackett will not 
 mention it after this any more; and as for me, you are just as welcome 
 as ever before — and if you had been ever so intoxicated, friend Hack- 
 ett! (taking Hackett's right hand and shaking it.) 
 
 Hackett (looking at Dr. Peace for a moment, and then leaving his 
 chair, walking up and down the room in great excitement; then at 
 once stretching forth his arms and clasping his hands, exclaims:) Oh, 
 Dr. Peace! I wish to God that this was all; but this is not all: 1 am 
 here to confess, and I will do so. Here, read this card and these two 
 letters (handing card and letter to Dr. P. and then drops down on a 
 chair in despair, his head lowered.) 
 
 Dr. P. (taking the same and commencing to read the card, as fol- 
 lows:) 
 
 "Mb, Hackett. 
 
 Dear Sir: — I demand an interview this evening to settle matters 
 at once, as I don't intent to wait any longer. 
 Yours, 
 
 G. Sharkey." 
 
 (To Hackett:) Why, Mr. Hackett! You don't mean to say that this 
 card comes from Mr. Sharkey, the keeper of the gambling hell down 
 on Whitehall street V 
 
 Hackett (in a low voice): Yes, sir, the same. 
 
 Dr. P. (surprised): But for God's sake, how did you get entangled 
 with this man? And if so, how did it happen that you borrowed 
 money from him? If you needed money very bad, why did you not 
 come to me; I would have given you all i possess; and, moreover, you 
 have plenty of friends, besides me, in the city of New York who would 
 come forward at any time to advance you a couple of thousand dol- 
 lars if you only asked them for it. Your reputation as a gentleman 
 and your financial standing are good enough for quite a large amount 
 at any time. But I cannot understand what made you borrow money 
 from this man. (Pausing a while, then nodding his head and walking 
 about the room.) I understand — another victim of liquor! 
 
 Hackett (quickly arises from his chair, stretching out his arm and 
 saying:) No, Dr. Peace, not liquor, but gambling! (Dropping down 
 in his chair again, repeating half -aloud:) Gambling! 
 
 Dr. P. (turning very sudden at this remark, with amazement calls 
 out aloud:) Gambling? (facing Hackett spellbound; then continues:) 
 And how on God's earth did you come to gambling, Mr. Hackett? 
 What devil in human disguise tempted you to gamble? 
 
 (Silence prevails for a while. Then) 
 
 Hackett (begins as follows:) Dr. Peace— vou know my friend, 
 Biddle? 
 
 Dr. P. Yes! I only wish that he was no friend of yours. — But pro- 
 ceed, Mr. Hackett — proceed. 
 
 Hackett. Well, about six months ago I had a note to pay to the 
 amount of one thousand dollars. The day was a rainy and* stormy 
 one, and I did not do any business at all, and we closed our store be- 
 fore six o'clock in the evening. Mr. Biddle came in my store the same 
 afternoon, and while speaking of different subjects 1 told him that 1 
 had to go and get money before to-morrow, in order to make pay- 
 ment the next day following. Then Mr. Biddle asked me where I gen- 
 herally got the money from. 1 told him that 1 always go to the bank. 
 
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 as I did not like to trouble my friends about short loans, because there 
 was always plenty of money coming to me to pay it back shortly aft- 
 erwards. Mr. Biddle said, why I did not tell him of this? He knew 
 a man that would advance the money on short loans at any time, and 
 nobody would know anything about it. Then I asked who that man 
 was; and Mr. Biddle told me that this man was George Sharkey, the 
 gambling-house ke "per. I told Mr. Biddle that was all right; but go- 
 ing to a gambling house to loan money was out of my line of business. 
 Then Biddle told me that Mr. Sharkey would not loan money to every- 
 body, but only to good men Of solid standing; he then told me how 
 much less I had to pay by taking the money from Sharkey, instead of 
 going to the bank. I felt somewhat flattered at the former remark, and 
 i made up my mind to try it, and told Mr. Biddle to give me an intro- 
 duction to Mr. Sharkey, as I was not personally acquainted with him. 
 On that evening Biddle and I went together to Mr. Sharkey's place; 
 Mr. Biddle introduced me to Mr. Sharkey: I was most cordially wel- 
 comed, and got the loan of one thousand dollars for one month most 
 politely. Afterwards Mr. Biddle again requested me some night to 
 accompany him to Sharkey's place, as he had a little business transac- 
 tion there,' and then we w r ould return together and go home. After- 
 wards we repeated our visits and sat together with Mr. Sharkey and 
 lady in a little room next to the gambling room, and had the opportu- 
 nity to learn how quickly money was lost and won. I must admit that 
 this place w T as kept very orderly and as quiet as a church. — One night 
 we sat together in the little room, when Sharkey was called in by one 
 of the gamblers to make change for a five-hundred-dollar note. 
 Sharkey went out and quickly came back with the news that a wealthy 
 merchant of New Orleans had just won a thousand dollars. Mr. Bid- 
 dle got so excited over this news that he resolved to try his luck also. 
 He went into the gambling room and began to play. After half an 
 hour had elapsed I desired to go home and asked Mr. Sharkey whether 
 he would not oblige and inform Mr. Biddle of it. Mr. Sharkey very 
 politely consented and went to see Mr. Biddle; but he very soon came 
 back with the message that Mr. Biddle was doing quite well and did 
 not like to break away. I took my hat, bidding Mrs. and Mr. Sharkey 
 good night, and went home.— The next day I met Mr. Biddle and 
 asked him how he came out. Oh, very well— said lie— I got a couple 
 of hundred dollars out of them. This kindled my desire for gambling 
 for the first time, and I said to myself: Why, /can afford to loose a 
 couple of hundred dollars! and told Biddle to call on next evening — I 
 would like to try my luck also. I went, night after night,— won and 
 lost, and lost and won again. One night I won five hundred dollars. 
 This spurred my ambition to win more. I gambled— and lost heavily. 
 I took all the money I could get hold of— and lost it. Bills became 
 due— and 1 could not make payments, and in order to prevent suspi- 
 cion 1 borrowed money from Mr. Little, of Providence, to the amount 
 of five thousand dollars, and he holds my notes for it. But the notes 
 became due long ago, and I could not make payments. The store 
 could not supply me for the losses I sustained in gambling, so I went 
 and borrowed money to the amount of three thousand dollars from 
 
 Mr. Sharkey, which he now demands, this evening Now read the 
 
 other letters, Dr. Peace. 
 
 Dr. Peace (takes the other letters, opens one and reads it for a mo- 
 ment, then aaclaims most alarmingly:) Another Jive thousand dollar*! 
 Good God! Man, you are lost!! (stretching forth both arms, turning 
 quickly and pacing the room in an opposite direction from Hackett. 
 As Dr.* P. turns his back to him,) 
 
 Hackett (panick-stricken and seemingly deranged in mind, runs out 
 of the room. ) 
 
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 Dr. P. (as lie gets to the other end of the room, turns around to as- 
 sume speech again. When he sees that Hackett has left, he gets un- 
 easy and runs up to the door, opening it and calling at the top of his 
 voice:) Mr. Hackett! Mr. Hackett! Come hack ! (Listening^for a few 
 seconds, overwhelmed with excitement, he turns away from the door 
 and, holding up his hand with the letters, exclaims:) Gone out of my 
 sight! (dropping down in a chair and staring at the floor of his room. 
 After pausing for a few seconds he stretches forth the hand in which 
 he holds the letters, and shaking them towards the audience, exclaims:) 
 Here I hold the documents of destruction of a once happy family. 
 The head of it, seemingly, disregards my well-meaning counsel, and 
 by this time — perhaps absent-minded — is wandering about God knows 
 where, — and there an innocent wife and child, to falJ victims of a 
 gambling hell! (Pausing, then clasping his hands above his head and 
 making hasty steps about the room, exclaiming:) Oh, Lord! - Have 
 mercy on this unfortunate family. Enlighten me, and show me a way 
 how I may be able to save them trom destruction! 
 
 (Change of scene. Get Hackett's parlor and bed-room ready.) 
 
 Scene 2nd. Close front flat, to represent a public street. 
 
 Hackett (now in a deranged condition, comes rushing in, much 
 frightened, turning his head quickly and restless about, his silk-hat 
 leaning towards the back part of his neck, with a hoarse voice and in 
 an agitated manner exclaims:) Five thousand dollars, or I am lost/ 
 (clasping his hands and pausing a little while.) 
 (Here the tooting of a locomotive whistle is heard.) 
 Hackett (with a crazy smile, turns up his head and says:) Ah! there 
 she goes. I must hurry to catch that train and get the rive thousand 
 dollars! (Hurries off.) 
 
 Scene 3rd. Hackett's parlor and bed-room, visible to the audience 
 
 at once. 
 
 (Mrs. Hackett, looking very pale and distressed, sitting at the bed- 
 side of her sick child. The servant girl, Hat tie, dusting oil' the furni- 
 ture, when knocking at the door is heard.) 
 
 Hattie. Come in! 
 
 (The door opens, and Dr. Peace and Mr. Little enter.) 
 
 Dr. P. (to Hattie, very politely): Can we have the pleasure of see 
 ing Mrs. Hackett? 
 
 Hattie. Yes, sir! I will go and call her immediately. 
 
 Dr. P. Thank you. 
 
 Hattie (goes to the door of the sick-room, opens it, and in a low 
 voice speaks to Mrs. H.:) Mrs. Hackett! Dr. Peace wishes to speak to 
 you. 
 
 Mrs. Hackett (immediately leaves her chair, opens the door of the 
 bed-room and approaches Dr." P., stretching out both hands towards 
 him. Too much moved, she puts the hand in which she holds a hand 
 kerchief up to her eyes and commences to sob.) 
 
 Dr. P (in a rather solemn manner): Mrs. Hackett, I introduce to 
 you Mr. Little, of Providence (making a low bow.) + 
 
 Little (very much touched at this sight, walks up to Mrs. H., say 
 ing:) Mrs. Hackett, I am here as your friend and will stand by you in 
 your days of trial, and we'll not leave you unprotected (taking her 
 hand; and turning to Dr. Peace, says:) Will we, Doctor? 
 
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 Dr. P. No, indeed— noi as long as the protection of friends is 
 needed. 
 
 (At this time) 
 
 May (in her bed, ealls out:) Papa! Oh, Papa! Don't leave me; 
 come hack again, come back! 
 
 Mrs. Hackett (on hearing her child, sadly): Excuse me, gentlemen; 
 I will be back soon. (Going to the sick-room, while the gentlemen 
 wait in the parlor. Then saying to May:) What is it, my child V Do 
 you want anything? 
 
 May (in a trembling voice): Oh, mama, 1 have had that horrid 
 dream again! 
 
 Mrs. H. What dream, my child? 
 
 May. Don't you know? The same dream that papa had left me 
 and 1 did not see him any more. 
 
 Mrs. H. Now keep quiet, my dear child, you need rest — will you? 
 
 May. Yes, dear mama. 
 
 (Dr. P. and Little are listening and much touched by this conver- 
 sation. ) 
 
 Little. Oh, Dr. Peace, I cannot stand this any longer. (Sits down, 
 takes out his handkerchief to wipe the tears from his eyes.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (at this moment comes out of the bed-room.) 
 
 Little. Mrs. Hackett, your child seems to be very sick; have you a 
 doctor? 
 
 Mrs. H. Yes, sir, we have Drs. Dunsmore and Higbee both. The 
 sudden disappearance of her father worries her day and night. Very 
 often in the night she will call out: "Oh, papa, don't leave me; come 
 back!" And the first thing in the morning she will ask for her papa. 
 1 tell her that he has gone to the country on business and will soon be 
 home again. — Now, gentlemen, you can imagine what I have to en- 
 dure: Long sleeplessnights — and separation from my husband with- 
 out knowing the cause of it. (Here she drops down on a chair, cover- 
 ing her face with her handkerchief and weeping severely.) 
 
 (Dr. P. and Little take out their handkerchiefs and lower their heads 
 to wipe away the tears from their eyes. A dead silence prevails for a 
 while before' Mrs. H. is able to collect herself. Then) 
 
 Little (takes courage to resume conversation again and asks of Mrs. 
 H.:) How long has your husband been absent from home, Mrs. Hack- 
 ett ? 
 
 Mrs. H. (slowly raising her head, sobbing:) It is going on four 
 weeks. (Turning to Dr. P.:) Is it not, Doctor? 
 
 Dr. P. (sadly:) Yes, Mrs. Hackett— about that long. 
 
 Little. He was in my house about ten days ago and told me he in- 
 tended to be out in the country for a couple of days longer and then 
 return home again. Perhaps business matters might have delayed his 
 return. (Holding his hand to one side of his face and turning away, 
 exclaims half -aloud:) God forgive that lie! I have not seen him for 
 six months. 
 
 Mrs. H. (somewhat encouraged by the previous remark, questions 
 quickly:) And did he not mention anything about his family, Mr. Lit- 
 tle'/ 
 
 Little. Oh, yes, madam. When I told him that I intended logo to 
 New York in two or three days, he told me to give his kindest regards 
 to his wife and child. (Turning quickly aside and half-aloud:) Another 
 lie!— (To Mrs. II.:) Hut, by the way, how is your clerk, John, getting 
 
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 along; with the business all by himself? Can yon intrust the whole bus- 
 iness to him during Mr. Hackett's absence? 
 
 Dr. P. Friend Little, we simply cail this clerk Honest John; and 
 not in vain, for he is in reality a most honest and competent man to 
 manage that business without the aid of anybody, if need be. I go 
 down to the store now and then, and find everything in the very best 
 condition; you see, we are all right on this point, friend Little. 
 
 Little (taking Dr. P.'s hand): And with the help of God and good 
 people we shall soon be able to have the remaining affairs all right. 
 
 Dr. P. and Little (take their hats from the table, bidding Mrs. H. 
 good-bye and then leading their steps towards the door.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (accompanies them to the door, saying:) Good-bye, gentle- 
 men! I hope to see you soon again. (Closes the door. After she has 
 done so she comes back, takes a seat at the table, puts her elbow on it 
 to let her forehead rest on her hand, staring at the floor thoughtfully. 
 Pausing for a few seconds and then shaking her head, she says slowly:) 
 Where can he be by this time! 
 
 1st Tableau (in the back-ground.) 
 
 (Flat opens, and Tableau at the back-ground of stage reveals Hack- 
 ett passing through the woods, with valice in hand, shabby-looking 
 clothes and bareheaded, with head bowed down. Close upon Hackelt 
 follows the devil in a black cloak, claws on his ringers and a horse-foot, 
 the hair on his head standing upright; he has a long nose and a face of 
 brownish color, and tire-like flashes about the eyes. He follows Jlaek- 
 ett with eagerness, stretching out his right hand towards him, until at 
 middle of stage; here he comes up to an old stump of a tree about (! or 
 7 feet high, when at once the stump is transformed into an angel in a 
 white dress and with golden hair, who with a stern look and a warning- 
 hand bids the devil to stop. The devil, on seeing the angel, is terror- 
 stricken, turns trembling around and with long steps beats a hasty re- 
 treat.) 
 
 (Close front flat.) 
 
 SCENE 4th. Street scene. 
 
 (Dr. P. and Little appear together, as if on a walk, and stop at center 
 of stage) 
 
 Dr. P. Well, Mr. Little, I am ever so thankful to you for your kind- 
 ness in giving this unfortunate family your hearty support in such a 
 deplorable matter. Look at me — a minister of the gospel — to get mixed 
 up with such family affairs. It is lucky for me that 1 have no family 
 to care for. — By the way, did I tell you about the three thousand dol- 
 lars which Mr. Hackett owes to Mr. Sharkey, the gambling-house 
 keeper on Whitehall street? 
 
 Little. Yes, you did; but what of it? This man keeps a gambling 
 house, and his name is Sharkey. /Sharks are dangerous animals; they 
 general ly^swallow whatever they can get a hold of. 
 
 Dr. P. Not as bad as that, friend Little. You must not be too se- 
 vere on our fellow-creatures. 
 
 Little (sarcastically): Well, then, I will not be hard on them, as 
 there is a minister of the gospel in the play; 1 believe in the gospel; the 
 Almighty might have transformed the lion into a lamb, for all 1 know. 
 But proceed, Dr. Peace; I will listen. 
 
 Dr. P. This is no time for being sarcastic; but listen and be aston- 
 ished, friend Little! 1 had saved up the sum of fifteen hundred dol- 
 
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 lars, cash, besides my little house. T went to Mr. Sharkey and told him 
 about Mr. Hackett's mysterious disappearance, his debts, and the con- 
 dition of his wife and child. I gave him a thousand dollars, and told 
 him to have patience with the rest of the money due; I would he re- 
 sppnsible f or it, and he would get his money as fasl as circumstances 
 would permit. (With a surprising look:) Well, what do you think he 
 said? 
 
 Little. Well, if he is a sensible man with any feeling for an unfor- 
 tunate family, he accepted your terms. 
 
 Dr. P. lie not only accepted my terms, hut said to me: "Mr. Peace, 
 you see these notes?" Yes, sir! said 1. "Well," said he, tearing up 
 one of them, "tell Mrs. llackett that she owes me only one thousand 
 dollars; and tell her, furthermore, that 1 leave it to hev to make her 
 own terms of payment, and that I will never he troublesome to her." 
 
 Little (with amazement, taking Dr. Peace's hand:) Well, Dr. Peace, 
 you are a true apostle; andasforMr. Sharkey, I don't know what to say. 
 1 feel like going to shake hands with him and proclaim in the papers 
 that Mr. Sharkey is the best man on earth! (pausing a little:) that is, 
 Doctor, if he did not keep a gambling house. Now, Doctor, let us 
 sum up the whole debt Mr. Hackett is involved in. (Marking with first 
 finger of right hand on palm of left hand, beginning to relate:) Now, 
 there is Mr. Sharkey, with one thousand dollars— and God's blessing 
 on him for his charitable act! Then comes myself, with three thousand 
 dollars — 
 
 Dr. P. (interrupting quickly): Five thousand dollars! 
 
 Little (in the same position, gazing Dr. P. in the face, exclaiming 
 emphatically:) Three thousand dollars. Doctor, since the gambling- 
 house man taught me how to be charitable! 
 
 Dr. P. God bless you for that, Mr. Little! 
 
 L. Thank you, Doctor! We must not leave all the blessings to 
 Him, but try and do our share of it, and while we have such a good 
 opportunity let us make the most of it. — By the way, from whom is the 
 other live-thousand-dollar pill, Doctor? 
 
 Dr. P. Why, from William Randall, the up-town druggist. That's 
 what, the letter says. 
 
 L. Oh, ho! William Randall, the rich up-town druggist, is it? 
 
 Dr. P. Yes, the same; but I am not much acquainted with him. 
 
 L. Never mind; leave him tome; I know him well, and I will teach 
 him how to be charitable. 
 
 Dr. P. Why, my friend, you seem to be in good humor. 
 
 L. Doctor, I always am that way when I have done a good 
 deed. (Then motioning with his finger:) Now you wait. Doctor, and if 
 I don't cut Mr. Randall down to three thousand dollars, my name is 
 not Little! 
 
 Dr. P. (most happily tripping about and clapping his hands): Good! 
 good! friend Little. 
 
 [End of 3rd act. | 
 
— 20 — 
 
 ACT IV. 
 Scene 1st. Hackett's Parlor. 
 
 (Mrs. Hackett sitting at the table, with her elbow resting upon it, and 
 with forehead resting on her hand, looking pale and distressed. The 
 clock strikes nine.) 
 
 Mrs. Hackett (turning her head towards the clock, with a deep 
 sigh exclaims): I wish the doctor would come! 
 
 Dr. Dunsmore (ringing the door-bell behind the scenes.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (goes to the door and opens it.) 
 
 Dr. Dunsmore (coming in): Good morning, Mrs. Hackett, 
 
 Mrs. H. Good morning, Doctor. 
 
 Dr. D. How did the child rest last night? 
 
 Mrs. H. Very bad, Doctor; very bad. The same thing: Calling for 
 her papa to come back. 
 
 Dr. D. (shakes his head and goes to the sick-room; soon returning, 
 says in a low voice:) She sleeps, and I will not disturb her; she needs 
 rest badly. ^Sits down by the table, takes a prescription-book from his 
 coat-pocket, writes a prescription and hands it to Mrs. H. :) Mrs. Hack- 
 ett! Get this medicine for to-night and give it to the girl according to 
 directions, and tell me how the child rested thereafter. She is home- 
 sick to her father, and too much medicine is not advisable. (Takes his 
 hat.) I shall call again to-morrow morning. — Good morning, Mrs. 
 Hackett! (Exit.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (sitting again at the table, as in the beginning of the scene, 
 shaking her head slowly): Oh, James! Oh, James! Why did you leave 
 your wife and child without bidding them a last good-bye? Not even 
 a few lines of comfort in a letter! This is not the act of the good and 
 noble-hearted James Hackett, (Sobbing and drying her eyes with her 
 handkerchief. After a few seconds she very suddenly leaves the chair, 
 and placing both hands on each side of her head as if frightened by 
 some terrible vision, exclaims:) What frightful thoughts are dawning 
 upon me: — Insane, or committed suicide! (Much alarmed, she stretches 
 both arms upward, calling out aloud:) Good heavens! Not as bad as 
 that, — not as bad as that, I hope! 
 
 (Close front flat.) 
 
 Scene 2nd. Representing Union Square, with Park and Washington 
 Statue. Set out one or two benches. 
 
 (Dr. Peace and Little meeting at center of stage, coming from either 
 side.) 
 
 Little. Dr. Peace, I am very glad to meet you; I have been hunting 
 for you all this morning! 
 
 Dr. Peace (very eagerly): Well, my good man, what has been the 
 result of your mission to Mr. Randall? Does he comprehend? 
 
 L. Comprehend? — I made him comprehend. I told him all about 
 Mr. Hackett's mysterious disappearance; I told him, furthermore, what 
 you and I already had done to aid the poor family in their present mis- 
 ery; then I told him how nobly Mr. Sharkey, the gambling-house man, 
 had acted. The tears came to his eyes, and he said: "My dear friend 
 Little! The gambling-house man has done with me what no minister of 
 the gospel could do in this case. I'll surrender arms, horses and all, — 
 tell me how much it shall be?" — I said: Now look here, Randall. I don't 
 
— 21 — 
 
 want horses and all; all I want is tins: Yon make out a note for three 
 thousand dollars instead of live thousand dollars, and give Mrs. Hack- 
 ett unlimited time to pay it, and I will indorse it — will that he satisfac- 
 tory to you? lie said: "More than satisfactory !" and sat down to 
 make out the note according to my wishes. 
 
 Dr. P. (steps hack in astonishment, exclaiming:) Friend Little! This 
 time the gambling-house man and the druggisl put the minister decid- 
 edly in the shade on charity! — As we have done our duty, spiritually 
 and materially, let us now change the subject, my friend. 
 
 Hi. Well, Doctor, what is your opinion about Hackett's sudden dis- 
 appearance? 
 
 Dr. P. (thoughtfully): After reviewing the whole affair carefully, I 
 come to the conclusion that he either got deranged in mind ami is 
 roaming about, or, what is worse, committed suicide. 
 
 (Pause.) 
 
 L. (with downcast looks, shaking his head): My dear Doctor! I am 
 afraid you are right. 
 
 Dr. P. Now, what puzzles me is this: If he committed suicide on 
 land, we would have seen something in the papers about it by this 
 time; it is now over six weeks since he disappeared — 
 
 3J. (interrupting): But if he committed suicide by jumping into the 
 water, it sometimes takes a long while before the body is discovered; 
 and, furthermore, if he had gone crazy, he would have been taken to 
 a safety-place by the authorities of the respective locality. We may 
 receive information to such effect at any moment. Until then we must 
 be content, and try to pacify Mrs. Hackett the best we can. — By the 
 way, Dr. Peace, I met Dr. Dunsmore on the street, and he informed 
 me that Little May Hackett is very]ow, and he did not think she would 
 get over it unless her father came home again. 
 
 Dr. P. Then let us go and see how the child is— if you have a little 
 time to spare. 
 
 L. All right, Doctor; let us go at once. 
 
 (Exit both.) 
 
 (Open front flat.) 
 
 Scene 3rd. Hackett's parlor and sick-room.) 
 
 (Dr. Dunsmore and another physician sitting in the parlor, consult- 
 ing. May in bed, with her mother seated by her side.) 
 
 Dr. Peace (behind the scenes, knocking at the door. ) 
 
 Dr. Dunsmore (goes and opens it.) 
 
 (Dr. Peace and Little enter.) 
 
 Dr. P. (to Dr. Dunsmore, in a low tone): Well, Doctor, how is the 
 child? 
 
 Dr. Dunsmore (holding his finger to his lips and taking Dr. P. to 
 one side, saying with a subdued voice): The child will not live much 
 longer. 
 
 Dr. P. (raising his head and hand and dropping the same again, 
 nodding several times. ) 
 
 (Again knocking al the door.) 
 
 Dr. Dunsmore (opens it, ) 
 
 Two Girls (enter, and first girl asks in a bashful way:) Can we see 
 Mav? 
 
— 22 — 
 
 Dr. Dunsmore. Yes, girls! (Goes into the sick-room and says to 
 Mrs. Hackett in a low voice:) Please, come into the parlor! Several 
 playmates of May are waiting. (Returns to parlor.) 
 
 Mrs. Hackett (walks slowly into the parlor.) 
 
 Girl. Mrs. Hackett! Mrs. Courtland, our Sunday-school teacher, 
 wishes to know how May is getting along. 
 
 Mrs. H. (motions to the girls to come to the sick-room.) 
 
 Girls (walk into the sick-room, and, approaching the sick girl, call 
 out in a low voice:)] May! May! Are you better? 
 
 May (after a little pause, stretches out her white hands to shake 
 with her school-mates.) 
 
 (Each of the girls takeMay's hand and shakes it slowly. Then) 
 
 Girl (speaks softly:) May, 'will you not speak to us? 
 
 May (slowly raises herjiand and points towards heaven, then drops 
 it again, without speaking.) 
 
 Dr. Dunsmore (at this moment goes to the sick-room, takes the hot- 
 tie containing medicine and pours some in a tea-spoon, offering it to 
 May.) 
 
 May (slowiy pushes the spoon from her lips.) 
 
 Dr. Dunsmore (returns to the parlor and in a low voice says to Dr. 
 P. and Little:) The hour has come! 
 
 (All in the parlor then go into the sick-room.) 
 
 (During all this transaction Mrs. Hackett is lying face downward on 
 the bed. May begins to move a little, which causes Mrs. H. to raise 1 
 the child's head, looking in its face despairingly. Then at once 
 
 May (in agony, calls out aloud:) Oh, papa! Don't leave me! Come 
 back! (Softer:) 'Come hack! (Very faint:) — hack! (Slowly sinking 
 back and dying.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (at this moment throws herself on the child, embraces it and 
 cries out in a heart-rending manner:) May! May! Dear child, don't 
 leave me! Don't leave me! (Weeping bitterly.) 
 
 (Both girls kneeling down before the bed, the gentlemen lowering 
 their heads; but Dr. Peace lifting his hands in prayer, looking towards 
 heaven.) 
 
 2nd Tableau (in the back-gTOund. ) 
 
 (Hackett sleeping in a bush on a grassy spot, a little bundle on a 
 rough walking-cane beside him; a little angel, representing the spirit 
 of his departed daughter, standing close to him, with one hand pointing 
 towards heaven.) 
 
 (Picture remains until curtain down.) 
 
 (Music: "Home, Sweet Home." 
 
 [End of 4th act. J 
 
23 
 
 ACT V. 
 
 Scene 1st.*) Hackett's parlor, in mourning attire. 
 
 (May Hackett in coffin, dressed in while, and wreath around her 
 head. Mrs. Hackett Bitting beside the coffin, dressed in black, with 
 handkerchief held up to her face, once in a while casting a look at her 
 daughter and again covering her face with her handkerchief. Four 
 boys appear, with their hats in hand, as pallbearers; then follow ten 
 girls, dressed in white, with wreaths around their heads — school-mates 
 of May. Dr. Peace, Little, Randall and Sharkey are present. The 
 four hoys take hold of the coffin and the ten girls follow, two by two; 
 then Dr. Peace, supporting Mrs. Hackett by the arm; then follow 
 Dr. Dunsmore, Little, Randall and Sharkey,— marching out of the par- 
 lor to the time of a solemn funeral march by the orchestra.) 
 
 3rd Tableau (in the back-ground.) 
 
 (When all out of the parlor and behind the stage, the flat opens and 
 the slopey hill called Greenwood Cemetery, with its monuments and 
 willow trees, is visible to the audience. Numerous coaches [in minia- 
 ture] from all directions are to be seen moving to their respective des- 
 tination, among them the May-Hackett funeral. The coaches come to 
 a halt; the pall-bearers come forward with the coffin, the ten girls and 
 the rest follow [all in miniature]. While this procession is moving, the 
 seene is closed.) 
 
 (Front flat closes.) 
 
 Scene 2nd Street scene. 
 
 Randall (appears frome side of stage, exclaiming with a heavy 
 sigh): Poor May Hackett! Dead and buried! A good child— the vic- 
 tim of her father's bad company! 
 
 A Newsboy (coming along from opposite direction and calling out:) 
 Herald! Tribune! World! All about the conventions! 
 
 Randall. Helio, boy! Give me the Herald. 
 
 Newsboy (hands it to him.) 
 
 Randall. How much? 
 
 Newsboy. Five cents, sir! 
 
 Randall (gives the boy the money and opens the paper.) 
 
 Newsboy (turns and walks off, calling out as before.) 
 
 Randall (after reading a while, all at once uays:) Hello! What is 
 this? (Reading aloud:) 
 
 "Information wanted. 
 
 Green Bay, Wisconsin, August 20th, I860,— An insane man, al- 
 though very harmless, going from house to house inquiring for his 
 wife and child, has been taken care of by the city authorities of this 
 place and brought to safe keeping, until it can be ascertained where 
 the unfortunate creature belongs. By all appearances the poor man 
 belongs to a respectable family; his clothes are made of good material, 
 but torn and dirty, and must not have been changed for two monnths, 
 at least. The police found him at Brady's bakery, where he went to 
 
 *) This scene may bo omitted without the combination of the drama being af- 
 fected. 
 
— 24 — 
 
 help himself to bread. All our citizens pity the poor man, especially 
 our good mayor, who— always ready to help the unfortunate— sent im- 
 mediately for Dr. Keed, an expert in such cases. We may say that 
 this man is taken good care of until we are able to find out where he 
 belongs." 
 
 (Amazed at the reading of this news, Randall exclaims:) By heavens! 
 This is Mr. Hackett beyond doubt! I must hurry to see Dr. Peace and 
 show him this item in the Herald. (Exit.) 
 
 (Change of scene; have Dr. Peace's Study ready.) 
 
 Scene 3rd. Dr. Peace's study, with library in the corner. 
 
 Dr. Peace (sitting at the table with a pile of newspapers, taking 
 one after another and reading them; after putting down the last one, 
 he says:) Most singular! 1 purchased all the newspapers I could 
 get hold of — even from the country, as far as I have been able to ob- 
 tain them, — and no clue as to the fate of our poor friend Hackett! 
 
 Randall (knocking at the door. ) 
 
 Dr. P. Come in ! 
 
 Randall (enters, with folded newspaper in hand, exclaiming in a 
 rather cheerful way:) Good morning, Dr. Peace! How are you to-day V 
 
 Dr. P. (in a sensitive mood): My dear friend Randall! How can you 
 ask such a question? Owing to circumstances none of us could be in 
 good feeling; and how should it be otherwise? Look at the misery 
 111 the Hackett family! Six months ago a highly respectab'e and 
 happy family— and look at it now! The child dead, the father disap- 
 peared — perhaps dead, too! God only knows; and poor Mrs. Hackett — 
 iook at her: reduced to a shadow,— and all on account of gambling 
 and drink! (looking Randall in the face, excitedly.) 
 
 Randall (in a pacifying tone): Now, my dear friend, don't forget 
 that you are a clergyman; be patient and trust in Him that rules the 
 world and all that is in it! 
 
 Dr. P. Yes, my dear friend! But even the patience of a clergyman 
 may be exhausted in such a case. See what I have already endured — 
 and 1 don't see the end of it yet. I am but a poor mortal— not more! 
 (shaking his head.) 
 
 Randall. Now, my dear friend, have you got the Herald of this 
 morning? 
 
 Dr. P. No, sir, 1 have not been out to-day. See the lot of neAvs- 
 papers (pointing at the pile on the table.) 1 bought up all the papers 
 l could get hold of. 1 find all kinds of news, but nothing concerning 
 our poor friend Hackett. 
 
 Randall (triumphantly, handing his paper to Dr. P.): Now, read 
 this, Dr. Peace! 
 
 Dr. P. (taking the paper and beginning to read aloud): "Informa- 
 tion wanted.— Green Bay, Wisconsin, August 20th, 1800. An insane 
 man, although very harmless, going from house to house inquiring for 
 his wife andfchild"— (Here Dr. P. falls back in a chair, exclaiming:) 
 ir<'od God! This is poor Hackett. 
 
 Randall. Read on, Doctor! Read on. 
 
 Dr. P. (reads the rest of the letter silently. Then, overcome by 
 this news, stretches both arms towards heaven and then laving his 
 head on table; remains so for a few seconds, then raises his head 
 slowly, stretching his arms towards Randall to grasp his hands.) 
 
 (Silence prevails for a while, both staring at each other, before 
 speech is resumed again.) 
 
— 25 — 
 
 Randall. Now, what is to be done first, Dr. Peace! 
 
 Dr. P. I'll send a dispatch to the mayor of Green Bay; and will 
 you be kind enough to take it to the telegraph office? 
 
 Randall. With pleasure. 
 
 Dr. P. Very good. (Sits by the table and writes the following, and 
 then reads it aloud to Randall:) 
 
 "New York City, August 21st, 18(50. 
 To Hi* Honor the Mayor of Green Hay, Wisconsin.- 
 
 Take good care of the insane man. 1 will start at once to take 
 charge of him, and settle matters accordingly. 
 Yours, 
 
 Rev. Chas. Peace." 
 
 Now, Randall, you go to the telegraph office, while I will get 
 ready to start on the next train for Green Bay. Then wait for my an 
 swer. — So far, so good, nvy friend Randall. 
 
 Randall (starting for the door to go, then turning about, says:) Hold 
 on, Doctor: Have you no message for Mrs. Hackett? She will, un- 
 doubtedly, see this item in the Herald — if she has not already. 
 
 Dr. P. My dear friend: Go to Mrs. Hackett at once, and if she 
 don't know anything about it, you show her this item and tell her that 
 I have already gone to Green Bay and she would get the particulars 
 as soon as I am able to send them; tell her, further, that she must not 
 believe things as represented in the papers — the papers, as a rule, use 
 too much "black" ink in many respects. 
 
 Randall. All right; I shall strive to put things in a favorable light. 
 Good-bye, Dr. Peace! (Exit.) 
 
 Dr. P. (as Randall is about shutting the door): Good-bye, Randall! 
 (Then raising his head, he says:) Now to my mission! (and quickly 
 leaves the room.) 
 
 (Close front flat.) 
 
 Scene 4th. Street scene. 
 
 (Get Hackett's parlor ready while 
 
 Randall (appears in front of stage, on his way to bear news to Mrs. 
 Hackett, with newspaper in hand, "in a gloomy mood saying:) A nice 
 mess I got into! I would gladly give the remaining sum of Hackett's 
 debt to Mrs. Hackett if ail was over. But I can't see the end of it. — 
 (Pauses for a while; then goes on:) There is Dr. Peace— he's got the 
 heaviest load of it, and he cheerfully puts his shoulder to the wheel 
 and will not rest until all is accomplished. Shame on you, Randall ! 
 Shame on you! This faithful Christian leader cheerfully gives the 
 savings of years to those in distress, and 1 complain because 1 was 
 asked to lend a helping hand.— No, Randall! If you call yourself ;i 
 Christian, help those in distress, no matter in what shape they come 
 before you. (Exit.) 
 
 Scene 5th. Hackett's parlor. 
 
 (Mrs. Hackett and Hattie sitting at the table loaded with newspa- 
 pers, reading newspapers.) 
 
 Hattie (putting the paper she was reading on the pile on the table, 
 exclaiming in a sorrowful manner): Mrs. Hackett, I can't find anything 
 concerning Mr. Hackett's whereabouts. 
 
 Randall (knocking at the door. \ 
 
— 20 — 
 
 Mrs. Hackett. Come in! 
 
 Randall (opening the door, with a rather cheerful expression and 
 newspaper in hand): Good day, ladies! 
 
 Mrs. H. (with a deep sigh): Good day, Mr. Randall, I am glad to 
 see you. 
 
 Randall. I am glad to hear you say so, Mrs. Hackett; and in re- 
 turn I have hopeful news for you. 
 
 Mrs. H. (somewhat surprised, leaves her chair and approaches 
 Randall, exclaiming): Well, Mr. Randall, what is it that's hopeful you 
 say? Explain yourself, please! (staring at Randall.) 
 
 Randall. Well, Mrs. Hackett, you know that Dr. Peace took your 
 sad case much at heart, and at the very beginning of Mr. Hackett's 
 disappearance he sent dispatches all over the country, wherever he 
 had friends or other acquaintances, informing them that a very dear 
 friend of his — giving name and description — had disappeared, and any 
 information would be thankfully received. This morning this paper 
 came to our hands, containing an item that seems full of hope in the 
 matter of his endeavors. But Dr. Peace told me before he left on his 
 mission that you should not worry yourself too much about the item 
 referred to, as newspapers generally apply too much color in writing 
 up items. (Here he presents the paper to'Mrs. II.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (on reading the item, is overcome by emotion, leaves the 
 chair, walking about the room and exclaiming:) Oh, James! Oh, 
 .lames! If I could see you alive again, I would forgive } T ou all! (Wip- 
 ing her tears with her handcherchief and then turning to Randall, she 
 savs:) And Dr. Peace has already left for Green Bay, as I understand 
 you? 
 
 R- Yes, Madame; and he will send us a letter as soon as possible 
 and tell us all about it — if the person mentioned in the item is really 
 Mr. Hackett. 
 
 Mrs. H. (weeping for joy and exclaiming): Oh, Mr. Randall, this is 
 poor James, my husband— -I feel it! Please let me go and see him! 
 
 R. Mrs. Hackett, be content! In a few days we shall know more 
 about it. In the meantime Dr. Peace will have sufficient opportunity 
 to make observations. It would not be advisable for you to go and see 
 your husband under such circumstances. Trust to the Almighty! — I 
 shall see you as soon as I receive a dispatch or a letter from Dr. Peace. 
 Good day, Mrs. Hackett! (Exit.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (as Randall opens the door): Good day, Mr. Randall! 
 
 (While Mrs. H. thoughtfully and silently reads over again the item 
 in the paper, drop the curtain.) 
 
 [End of 5th act.] 
 
ACT VI 
 Scene 1st Hackett' s parlor. 
 
 (Mrs. Hackett Bitting at the tabic reading a newspaper.) 
 John (knocking at the door.) 
 Mrs. Hackett. Come in ! 
 
 John (with letter in his hand and a cheerful look, enters and says | 
 Mr. Randall gave me this letter last night, and told me to hand it to 
 you in the morning (handing the letter.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (taking the letter and looking at the address, reads aloud:) 
 'Mrs. J. Hackett, New York City." (Then turning to John, says in a 
 surprised manner:) Why, John! This letter is not from abroad? 1 don't 
 see any postage on it. 
 
 John. I don't know about that, .Mrs. Hackett; but Mr. Randall told 
 me to tell you that you should read the letter, and act most strictly and 
 carefully according to the contents of it. — Have you any orders for me? 
 Mrs. H. No, John; you may go down to the store, and if I should 
 need you T will send for you. 
 John. All right, Mrs. Hackett. (Exit.) 
 Mrs. H. (opens the letter and reads aloud:) 
 
 "Green Bay, Wis., August 25th, 1860. 
 Friend Randall:— I take great pleasure in announcing my safe 
 arrival in Green Bay. I immediately went to find Mayor Goodwin, 
 of this place, and in a short time i had the pleasure of meeting 
 him. I told him who I was and what brought me hither. He was 
 really glad to see me, and he told me that Mr. Hackett is entirely 
 out of danger, as the case was not that of a raving madness, but 
 simply a temporary disorder of the brain which is caused by sudden 
 disastrous news— such as failure in business or a heavy loss of 
 money— which his mind was not strong enough to bear. I for my 
 part did not like to relate the circumstances how it came about, 
 and therefore remarked to Mayor Goodwin that I could not account 
 for it, as Mr. Hackett's financial standing is as good as any in the 
 cit \ of New York. 1 then offered to pay him for all trouble and 
 expenses incurred ; but he refused, saying: 'Dr. Peace, we arc al 
 ways ready to help the unfortunate, witJwut first bargaining for it; 
 and 1 am sure you would have done as much.' Then he got up 
 and told me that he was ready to go with me to my friend Hackett. 
 which, of course, I most cheerfully accepted. 
 
 When we got to the house, the mayor entered the room ahead ot 
 me, and I followed. Mr. Hackett sat at a table, examining a lot ot 
 photographs; he then looked up and, on seeing me, first stared a1 
 me for a while, then got up and, slowly approaching me, said with 
 a melancholy smile: T am -'lad to see you, Dr. Peace; is Florence 
 witli you?' 'I answered: \\o; Mrs. Hackett did not like to leave 
 the bed-side of a very sick child of some friend whose name has 
 escaped my memory.' 'And how is May?' he then inquired, with 
 a look of apprehending danger. I said: 'May is spending the va- 
 cation with her friends in the country.'— You must know, friend 
 Randall, that I invented this story not to alarm Mr. Hackett as it 
 might prove fatal to him to relate the facts as they are; and you 
 tell Mrs. Hackett to relate the matter in tin' same way to Mr. 
 Hackett when we reach New York. Dr. Reed said that Hackett 
 must be kept ignorant of his child's death just as long as possible, 
 or the result might prove serious— perhaps fatal. 
 
— 28 — 
 
 Mr. Hackett is under the impression that he was very sick, and 
 was sent into the country in order to get well again; i told him 
 that such was the case, and that he was sent on recommendation 
 of Dr. Dunsmore; this seemed to satisfy him. His mind is some- 
 what overshadowed at present; but he is in- good humor, and very 
 anxious to see his wife and child." 
 (Here Mrs. H. stops reading for a while and takes handkerchief to 
 wipe off tears; then she proceeds:) 
 
 "He asked me whether Florence had changed much during his 
 sickness; I told him that she looks somewhat pale, because she 
 worries herself so much about him. 
 
 Don't fail to give this letter to Mrs. Hackett and let her read the 
 contents of it; that will give her the necessaiy intelligence how to 
 act on our arrival in New York. 
 
 We shall start on Wednesday next with the first train in the 
 morning, leaving Green Bay at 6 a. m., and reaching New York 
 Friday afternoon, about 2 o'clock." 
 (Here Mrs. II. stops to read, turning her head upward as if calcula- 
 ting, and then in a surprised manner exclaims:) Why, that would lie 
 to-day — this afternoon! (and then continues reading the letter:) 
 
 "Be sure and have Messrs. Little, Sharkey and John present on 
 our arrival at Hackett's home, in order to give Mr. Hackett a most 
 cordial welcome, which, as Dr. Reed says" may have a very bene- 
 ficial influence upon our patient and friend;. I will do my share. 
 Yours truly, 
 
 Rev. Chas. Peace. 
 My regards to Mrs. Hackett." 
 
 (Mrs. H. sits motionless for a while, staring at the letter; then at 
 once, looking at the clock, says:) It is 11 o'clock already, and I must 
 prepare to receive my husband. Oh, James! Oh, .lames! I am long- 
 ing to embrace you (stretching out her arms. Then calling for her 
 servant girl:) Hattie! Hattie! 
 
 Hattie (appearing): What do you wish, ma'm? 
 
 Mrs. H. Hattie, get everything in the best order — we expect visi- 
 tors within three hours. 
 
 Hattie. Yes, ma'm! (Goes to work to clean furniture and to put 
 everything in order.) 
 
 Mrs. H. (gets up from chair and leaves the room while Hattie is 
 busy.) 
 
 (Close front flat.) 
 
 Scene 2nd. Front flat showing a street, a Photograph Gallery with 
 a stand of photographs at the entrance being conspicuous. 
 
 (Music "Home again," until Dr. Peace and Hackett in center of 
 stage, then music stops.) 
 
 i)r. Peace and Hackett (enter slowly, talking together silently un- 
 til in center of stage. Hacketl looks pale and care-worn, his clothes 
 shabby.) 
 
 Hackett (looking at the photograph stand, at once calls out aloud): 
 Dr. Peace! Dr. Peace! See here: Florence's picture! 
 
 Dr. P. Mr. Hacketl, only a few more steps— and you will behold 
 her alive in your arms! 
 
 (Piano, or, if not handy. String Quartette ready on stage, and at cue 
 "alive in your arms" ]>la*ys 'Home, Sweet Home," very soft.) 
 
— 29 — 
 
 Hackett (on heariDg the music, takes off his hat, and raising hands 
 and head upward, says:) That is my daughter, May!— 1 am coming, 
 my child! I am coming! 
 
 (Both disappear on oilier side of stage.) 
 
 Scene 3rd. Hackett's parlor. Flowers on table. 
 
 (Hattie busying herself about the room.) 
 
 Dr. P. (behind the scenes, knocking at the door.) 
 
 Hattie. Come in! 
 
 Dr. P. and Hackett (open the door and enter.) 
 
 Hattie (surprised, staggers back, exclaiming): Mr. Hackett, as sure 
 as I live! 
 
 Dr. P. Yes, Mr. Hackett; and alive, too. 
 
 Hattie (running out excitedly): I must call Mrs. Hackett. 
 
 Mrs. Hackett (at once opening the door of an ante-room, flying to- 
 wards her husband, embracing him and exclaiming): .lames! James! 
 
 Hackett (with strange smile): Yes, Florence; here I am again. 
 (Then both looking in each other's face, when Hackett begins to speak 
 again, with a smile:) My dear wife! You must not send me into the 
 country again when I am sick. Will you promise that? 
 
 Mrs. H. Yes, James! I never will be separated from you any 
 more until death. 
 
 Hackett. Florence, do you remember that eventful evening,— it 
 was a rainy and stormy night, and I came home wet, and cold? 
 
 Mrs. H. Yes, James, I remember well: you came home Avet and 
 (old, and shivering. 
 
 Hackett (with an earnest look, raising his finger slowly): You see, 
 Florence, that started it; (shaking his head) oh, I knew it well! (Then 
 very suddenly looking around, he asks impatiently:) But, Florence, 
 where is May? Come, send for her, quick! 
 
 Mrs. H. Well, James, the children have vacation now, and May 
 Ix-u-ed of me to let her spend the vacation with her friends in the 
 country. You better let her stay, James, until school begins again; 
 don't you think so? (smiling sadly.) 
 
 Hackett. Oh, well— yes, let the child stay: she is happy where she 
 is.— All right, Florence Tall right. 
 
 Mrs. H. (turns away, with a down-cast look, at the words "she is 
 happy where she is," and 
 
 Dr. P. (exclaims half-aloud): Yes, she is happy where she is! (turn- 
 ing away and nodding with his head.) 
 
 Randall (behind the scenes, knocking at the door.) 
 
 Dr. P. Come in ! 
 
 Randall (opening and appearing in the door-way.) 
 
 Hackett (regaining full mental soundness on seeing Randall, turns 
 back with amazement, putting both hands up to his head and exclaim- 
 ing): The clouds have disappeared! I am home again! (Then quickly 
 approaches Randall, taking his hands and shaking them in a lively 
 manner, saying:) Mr. Randall, I hope you are not angry with me; 1 
 will make everything all right. 
 
 Randall. Don't mention that, Mr. Hackett; I only came here to 
 welcome you on your safe return. 
 Sharkey (behind the scenes, knocking at the door.) 
 
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 Dr. P Come in! 
 
 Sharkey and John (enter.) 
 
 Hackett (astonished): Sharkey, the gambling-house keeper? 
 
 Sharkey (approaching Hackett smilingly with outstretched hands): 
 Mr. Hackett— not a gambling-house keeper any more! I only came 
 here to welcome you. Don't feel alarmed; it is all right, Mr. Hackett. 
 
 John (coming forward): Mr. Hackett, I am so glad to see you home 
 again! (stretching out his hand.) 
 
 Hackett (taking John's hand, shaking it rather lively, and saying:) 
 And I believe you — you honest soul! (Then turns about.) 
 
 Dr. P., Randall, Sharkey, John and Mrs. H. (form a semi- 
 circle around Hackett.) 
 
 Hackett (addressing them): Gentlemen! I must confess that I am 
 overwhelmed with joy by the manner you welcome me on my return. 
 (Then turning to Randall:) Mr. Randall, I beg you to excuse me for 
 neglecting my duty towards you. You have every reason to be angry 
 with me; but instead of being angry you surprise me with a hearty 
 welcome. I am in your debt, for which you hold my no^es, and my 
 first duty shall be to settle matters at once. 
 
 Randall. Mr. Hackett, please don't worry about that; this matter 
 is settled already. 
 
 Hackett (in astonishment): And who settled it, allow me to ask? 
 
 Randall (pointing to Dr. P.): The American Clergyman/ 
 
 Hackett (with outstretched arms:) My dear Dr. Peace — explain/ 
 
 Dr. P. (shaking head): Mr. Hackett, there is no time for an explana- 
 tion — some more creditors in the room. 
 
 Hackett (turning to Mr. Sharkey): I shall settle affairs with you at 
 my earliest opportunity. 
 
 Sharkey. Mr. Hackett, don't trouble yourself about that: it in 
 -cttled to my entire satisfaction. 
 
 Hackett (surprised): And by whom, may I ask? 
 
 Sharkey (pointing to Dr. P.): By The American Clergyman.' 
 
 Little (at this instance enters quietly from behind and takes posl 
 lion. ) 
 
 Hackett (turning about as if intending to speak to Dr. P., when 
 
 Dr. P. (interupts him, stepping towards him and holding up his 
 hand): Hold on, friend Hackett— some more creditors around — (point- 
 ing at Littte. ) 
 
 Hackett (recognizing Little and approaching him): Mr. Little, 1 
 shall settle your bill in a few days. 
 
 Little. Mr. Hackett, my bill is settled long before this: 1 am here 
 to bid you a hearty welcome! (shaking hands with Hackett.) 
 
 Hackett (amazed): How is this, Mr. Little? 
 
 Little (pointing at Dr. P.): Settled by The American Clergyman. ' 
 
 Hackett (turning towards Dr. P.): Dr. Peace, I now begin to realize 
 what you have done for me. Through my own fault 1 had turned my 
 former friends into enemies, ready to give me a most severe and well 
 deserved punishment; but owing to your good counsel and Christian 
 like labor I see myself surrounded by a circle of friends, who greet me 
 with a hearty welcome. And this is all your work, you faithful cler 
 gyman! (Goes up to Dr. P. and shakes hands heartily.) 
 
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 Dr. P. No, Mr. Hackett! Noi as mucb as that: / have but done 
 my duty as & Christian; bul my success is due to Him above us (point- 
 ing towards heaven) and these good people here (spreading oul both 
 hands and looking around.) 
 
 Hackett (taking the center, with Dr. P. on right side and Mrs. II. 
 on left, turning towards the audience): Ladies and gentlemen! I sur- 
 render to The American Clergyman/ Peace be with you! 
 
 (All how.) 
 
 (Music "Home, Sweet Home," till curtain down.) 
 
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