Price 25 Cents ^v -ir V r •J r s^znz TPU BUSHED BY p ge^^ *^ ^ ^^ ^ ^ :^ ^ ai. j. THE DRA MATIC PUBLISHING COMPAINY a >^ aK vr i zsz^j CHARLES H SERCEL President j g "^r ^y. ^ NO PLAYS EXCHANGED. NO PLAYS SENT ON APPROVAL. PRACTICAL INSTRUCTIONS FOR PRIVATE THEATRICALS By W. D. EMERSON. Author of "A'lCountry Romance," "The Unknown Rival." "Hum- ble Pie," etc. Price, 25 cents. ^ Here is a practical hand-book, describing in detail all the ac- cessories, properties, scenes and apparatus necessary for an ama- teur production. In addition to the descriptions in words, every- thing is clearly shown in the numerous pictures, more than one- hundred being inserted in the book. No such useful book has ever been offered to the amateur players of any country. CONTENTS. Chapter I. Introductory Remarks. Chapter II. Stage, How to Make, etc. m drawing-rooma or parlors, with sliding or hinged doors. In a single large room. The Curtain; how to attach it, and raise it, etc. Chapter III. Arrangement of Scenery. How to hang it; Drapery, tormentors, wings, borders, drops. Chapter IV. Box Scenes. Center door pieces, plain wings, door wings, return pieces, etc. Chapter V. How to Light the Stage. Oil, gas and electric lights. Footlights, Sidelights, Reflectors. How to darken the stage, etc. Chapter VI. Stage Effects. Wind, Rain, Thunder, Break- ing Glass, Falling Buildings, Snow, Water, Waves, Cascades, Passing Trains, Lightning, Chimes, Sound of Horses' Hoofs, Shots. Chapter VII. Scene Painting. Chapter VIII. A Word to the Property Man. Chapter IX. To the Stage Manager. Chapter X. The Business Manager. Address Orders to THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY, CHICAGO. a^ SPECIAi:- NOTICE.— All Eights Ersebved.— This play is duly projected by copyright. Managers and actors -wishing to produce it must obtain the consent of the publishers. It may, however, be produced by amateurs without permission. UNDER TWO FLAGS. A ROMANTIC PLAY, IN F OUE ACTS. DRAMATIZED FROM OIUDA'S FAMOUS NOVEL By a. MITCHELL. TOGETHEB WITH ▲ DESCRIPTION OF THE COSTUMES— CAST OF THE CHARACTERS — ^EN- TRANCES AND EXITS — RELATIVE POSITIONS OF THE PERFORM- ERS ON THE STAGE, AND THE WHOLE OF THE STAGE CHICAGO: THE DRAMATIC PUBLISHING COMPANY. Copyright, 1893, by R. H. Russell k Sow. UNDER TWO FLAGS CHARACTERS. Bertie Cecil, of the First Life Guards; afterwards known as Louis Victor. Berkeley Cecil, his brother. Lord Rockingham, known as The Seraph. Rake, an Irish knight of the pigskin. Colonel Chateauboy, called the Black Hawk. Ben Davis, a Welcher. Baboni, a Jewish money lender. Captain Leboux, \ Petit Picpon, C of the Chasseurs. PlEBKE MaTOTT, ) Cigarette, the Friend of the Flag. Venetia, Lord Rockingham's sister; afterwards Princess Corona. Lady Guenevkre. Nora McShane, Venetia's maid. Djelma, An Arab girl. Troopers of the Chasseurs, etc. Pl?452.7 . LLg SCENE PLOT. ACT I.— Platform across stage in3rd. grooves. Landscape in 4th, Platform. Balustrade., Balustrade. Chair. Garden bench. Steps. Obair. Set cottage. ooooooooo oooooo THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, Two Cut'itd RecEivt; AUG. 3^' ^90f-, Door. ACT II. Ancient street flat. Gvns stiic!E^4, ; r ;Entnince. , • O Table. Door. Table. O Chair. * * Chair. ooooooooooooooooo /t-^lyfs UNDER TWO FLAGS ACT III.— Fancy Drawing-room scene in 3rd grooves. 0. D. .• o o •. Small table. Small table. Door. Door. Sofa.""""ii^"iii" *o* Table and chairs. o Footstool. O O ooooooooooooooooo ACT IV. Dark wood. " Wood wings. Set prison l. 2 e. O O OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO TIME IN PLAYING— TWO AND A QUARTER HOURS. COSTUMES. Bebtie Cecil.- Act I., Jockey suit, colors scarlet and white. Acts II„ III., and IV., French corporal's uniform. Bebkelbt Cecil.- Act I., Light checkered trousers, light coat. Act III., Full dress suit. LoKD Rockingham.— Act I., English riding suit. Act IV., Dark travelling suit. Rake.- -Act I., Dark livery. Acts II., III., and IV., French uniform. Colonel Chateauroy.— French colonel's uniform throughort. Ben Davis.— Act I., White trousers, boot tops, black coat, white hat with black band. Baroni.— Jewish costume and make up. Captain Leroux.— French captain's uniform. * • ; PicpoN — French uniform. Pierre Matou. — French uniform. Cioarette.— Vivandier's dress, short, tri-color, all through piece; wears cross of Legion of Honor after second act. Venetia Cobona.— Act I., Light summer dress. Act II., Silver-gray train riding habit; hat, gloves, and whip. Act III., Handsome train house dress. Act IV., Rich dark train dress; lace for head, small handbag. Ladh Guenevere.— Act I., Stylish summer costume; parasol, gloves, and handker- chief; ribbon to match Bertie's jockey suit, scarlet and white. Nora McShane.— Neat waiting maid's dress; cap, etc. Djelma.— Fancy Arab costume. UNDER TWO FLAGS. PROPERTIES. Act I.— Garden bench, two rustic chairs, tray and glass of brandy, steel bar for bell, coat, whip and cigarettes for Bertie; check, small note-book and pencil for Berkeley; pair of boots and letter for Rake; pxirse and money for Venetia; check for Baroni and Rockingham. Act II. — Two common tables, six tin cups, box of chessmen, and pitcher of tea on table; lot of letters, packages and documents for Cig arete; cigarettes for Vic- tor; sword for Chateaurot; rose for Venetia; newspaper for Rake; coins for Chateauroy. Act III.— C. D. curtains; fancy furniture; pen, ink, paper, lighted lamp, books, chessmen on table; document for Chateauroy. Act rv.— Five guns, two sure fire; note-book and pencil for Venetia; document for CiaARETTE. SYNOPSIS OF EVENTS. Act I,— England— Down on the Shires— The great race— The forged note— A steeplechase for life. Act n.— Algiers— After twelve years— Arrival of Cigarette with papers — A soldier of France— Capture of the Arab chiefs wife — Dispatches from Algiers. Act III.— Evening at the Nest of the Silver Pheasant— The Little Leopard of France—" I could kill you, and I will 1 "—The blow—" You lie, and you know you lie!" Act IV. — An interval of two days— The camp in the desert an hour before sun- rise—To the Grand Marshal— Lady Venetia's appeal to Black Hawk— The meeting of Rockingham and Victor— "I am ready; give your signal I "—Timely arrival of Cigarette— •« France I France I "—Death of Cigarette. STAGE DIRECTIONS. R. means Right of Stage, facing the Audience; L. Left; C. Centre; R. C. Right of Centre; L. C. Left of Centre; D. F. Door in the Flat, or Scene running across the back of the Stage; C. D. F. Centre Door in the Flat; R. D. F. Right Door in the Flat; L. D. F. Left Door in the Flat; R. D. Right Door; L. D. Left Door; 1 E. First Entrance; 2 E. Second Entrance; U.E. Upper Entrance; 1, 2 or 3 G. First, Second or Third Groove. R. R. C. C. L. C. L. 49- The reader is supposed to be upou the stage, facing the audience. UNDER T¥0 FLAGS. ACT I. SC^l^'E,— Landscape in Uh grooves; platform in Srd ; balustrade Srd; wood wings ; set cottage l. 2 e. ; steps c. ; garden bench r. 1 e. ; chair L. 1 E. ; chair up R. c. At rise of curtain Rake enters, c, singing, loith a pair of boots in his hand. Rake (sings). "There was plenty of gold and of silver From the Isle of Connaught to Tralee, And the diamonds all turned to potaties, And the divil an acre have we." Begorra ! It's mighty particular the master is about his boots until he puts his foot in them, then it's divil a care, and they come back look- ing like a bog-trotting carbeen. But he's a rale gintleman, as proud as Julius Caesar, and as kind as the blessed Virgin; and such a rider; sure there's never a bit of water so wide or a bush so high but he's over it like a lark. Enter Lord Rockingham, r. u. e. Rockingham. Where is your master ? Rake. Dressing himself, yer honor. Rock. Dressing ! {looks at icatch) Why, it lacks but fifteen minutes of starting time. Rakk. Yes, and mesilf made so bold as to tell him so, and he finished his cup of coflee, and says he, "If I'm not ready thev can wait." Rock. Confound his indifference ! I wonder if he realizes that he car- ries all the Guards' money. I haven't hedged a shilling I stand to wm on Cecil and the King. Think he'll win ? Rake. Win is it ? Sure the horse that beats Forest King will have to have wings. There's some good ones in the race though, and it will be hard work for the leader; but the King— St. Patrick" preserve him— he'll not fail yer, yer honor, {gonq rings'.) Voice {outside). Take the field", bar one ! Rock. They're getting ready for the start ! For Heaven's sake go tell your master to hurry! [Exit Rake into house, l. Enter Berkeley, r. u. e. Berkeley. Ah, Rockingham ! Bertie out yet ? Rock. No; dressing, as usual. 6 UNDER TWO FLAGS. Berk. I've just had a look at Forest King; he'll stay. Rock. Of course he will, with all our pots on him. He's too much of a gentleman to put us all up a tree; besides, that horse knows he car- ries the honor of the whole regiment. Berk. There are some good horses entered. Day Star is a splendid fencer, and for a brook jumper Wild Geranium can't be beaten. The worst of it is, Bertie is in no condition for hard riding. Rock. Fact — hasn't trained a bit; he doesn't believe in it; and how a man who spends his time drinking champagne and dancing is going to be in hard riding trim, beats me. Enter Lady Guenevere, from house. Lady Guenevere. Ah, gentlemen, is it nearly time for the start? Rock. Yes; the saddling bell has already rung, but Bertie isn't out yet. Lady G. Oh yes he is; I saw him five minutes ago. I have six boxes of gloves bet on him ; and see, I wear his colors, {shows colors.) Rock. Then there'll be no doubt of his winning, for Bertie Cecil never disappoints a lady, {gong) Shall we go to the grand stand ? Lady G. No ; the crowd is too great for me ; and besides we have a fine view of the course from here, {gong) Rockingham helps Lady G. on chair.) Voice {outside). Take the field ! Bar one ! {shouts repeatedly.) Enter Rake, from house. Second Voice. Two to one on Forest King ! {shouts.) First Voice. Ten to five on Wild Geranium ! {shouts.) Second Voice. Take the field ! Bar one ! {shouts.) Rock. See, the flag is dropped; they're ofl ! {shouts.) Berk. Bertie has the start. No, the Irish mare passes him like light- ning ! {shouts.) Rock. Wild Geranium is neck and neck with him— now they come to the first fence ! They're over ! {s//ouis.) Berk. That chestnut is not to be beaten. See, she passes the King. Lady G. He'll win ! He'll win ! I know he will ! Berk. The chestnut is even with him. {shouts) Ye gods ! Bertie is riding cautiously. What's up ? Lady G. Quick, Bertie! they're gaining on you! Rock. Two- thirds of the course is run. Now comes a yawner ! Forest King is over like a bird ! {sliouts.) Berk. The chestnut is over with him ! {shouts) Wild Geranium's in the brook ! {lo7id laughing by voices outside.) First Voice. The King wins ! Second Voice. Scarlet and white ahead ! First Voice. Ten to five on the chestnut, {continued shouts outside.) Rock. Bertie has it ! Berk. Not yet. Voices {outside). The Guards ! The Guards have it! Rock. Now for the last fence. The chestnut is even with him ? Now, Bertie, now ! Now one touch of your spurs. There, he's over ! {shouts outsmle) The chestnut won't jump ! Voices {outside). The Guards ! The Guards! Rake. By the cats of Kilkenny ! St. Patrick himself couldn't have done it better. [Exit into house, l. TJITOEB TWO FLAGS. 7 Rock. Yes, he's alone at the finish; he has passed the wire, and here he comes ! {helps Lady G. from chair ; she sits r. on bench.) Enter Bertie Cecil, l. u. e., amid shouts from outside. Rockingham assists him. with coat. Bertie Cecil. I'd give the world for a brandy and soda, I'm so deuced thirsty. Rock, {helping Bertie to put on coat). "Well, upon my word ! One would think by your indifference that you had lost instead of won. Brrt. Well, they did give me a close rub, and the vase was his as much as mine, for had his horse been as good fencer as he is a water jumper, we should have been neck and neck at the linish. Rock. Well, you did it handsomely; you sustained the honor of the regiment, and I congratulate you. {shakes hands.) Exit Rockingham into house. Enter Rake, with tray and brandy and soda. Bertie drinks. Exit Rake, with tray and glass, into house. Lady G. Superbly ridden. But, Bertie, you would have lost had it not been for that last leap. Bert. If I could not have been victorious while you looked on I should never have lived to meet you here. Lady G. {laughing). Now you are getting sentimental— that amuses me. Tell me, Bertie, is it so very delightful, this desperate effort to break your neck ? Bert. Well, there is a great deal to be said for it; and until one has broken his neck the excitement does not entirely wear off. But so many people break their necks nowadaj^s, doing the Alps and all that sort of thing, that I fear we shall soon have nothing left to ourselves. Lady G. {laughing). Not even the monopoly of sporting suicide. That is hard! Bert. But suppose that I had really broken my neck, would you have cared ? Lady G. Cared ? Why, Bertie ! Bert. You know that the Jews are down on me. That I'm head over heels in debt. Now, suppose that I had come to grief— dropped out of the world altogether. Lady G. It would have broken my heart. Bert. I didn't know that you had a heart to break. Lady G. I remember not long ago the body of a young man was found in the Seine, and in his hand he held a lock of golden hair— now that man knew how to die gracefully. Bert. Died for a woman ? Ah ! Well, I don't think I should have done that— not even for you — at least not while I had a cigarette left. {lights cigarette.) Lady G. No; there is not enough romance in your nature. But I can recall that night when the horses ran away, and you risked your life to save mine. B6:rt. That was a ticklish situation, wasn't it? The horses had been used to following the buck hounds, and when the stags started up in front of them there was no holding them back. Lady G. Yes, and should my husband hear of that ride, even now — I tremble to think of the consequences. Bert. Rest assured. I give you my word he shall never know that; you were with me on that evening. 8 ' UNDER TWO FLAGS. Lady G. I know that you will keep your word; and we must remem- ber that there are fom' hours in both our lives that must be hidden from this world forever, {during this speech she rises, Bertie takes her hand, and as she gets to house, kisses it.) [Exit vito house. Bert. Now, there's the advantage of making love to a woman whe has a husband— she can't marry you. Enter Rake, r 3. e. Well, Rake, how does the King stand the strain? Rake. Bright as a bird and as frisky as the girls of Kerry. Bert. Go to my room; there you will find some bracelets on a table, with a note; deliver them to the address. {Raky. starts to go) Stay! On your way back get some Banbury bits; we'll want new ones. Rake. Aye, aye, sir. {aside) Sure, it's an ambassador I am, with more perfumed notes and jewelries, and the divil know what, since the days of Brian Boroimhe. [Exit mto house. Enter Berkeley, r. u. e. Bert. Ah ! youngster, how are you ? Berk. Beastly ! 1 say, Bert, are you in a hurry ? Bert. Yes, a deuce of a hurry; why? Berk. I'm in a hole— no end of a hole. Bert. Nothing serious, I hope ? Berk. I want some money. Bert. So do I; it's the normal condition of man to want money. For what? Berk. I lost a couple of hundred at chicken-hazard last night, and I told Poulteney I would settle to-day, but I have no idea where I am going to get the money, unless you let me have it. Bert. I? Way I'm' in no end of a hole myself. But there, there, don't worry about it; do as 1 do — take disagreeable things up in the morning with your coflee, and put them down'with it. Berk. Ah ! It's well enough to talk that way, but I tell you unless I pay to-day I'm ruined. Bert. Ruined! See here, youngster, you'll bring disgrace on all of us some day. Berk. How brutal you are, Bertie; are you such a mirror of virtue yourself? I suppose my debts at the worst are about one-fifth of yours. Bert. I'm not a good one for you to copy; I don't think I ever told you I was — however, that is not the point. You want £200. Go to the governor, tell him all; he'll not refuse you; you were always his favorite. Berk. I'd rather shoot myself than ask him for money. He's in trouble about the mortgage ; the holder threatens to foreclose. Bert. Foreclose ! Is it possible ? Berk. Yes; I'd rather cut my throat than ask him for money now. Bert. See here, youngster, if I had the money it should be yours, but I'm in no end of trouble myself; my own debts may be called in at any moment, and when they are I must cut, run, leave the country. I have really less that I can call my own than the man who tends my horses, but I am heavily backed for the next race, and if I win I will let you have some money. Berk. Bert, thVre is one way you could help me now, if you would. Bert. I really don't see how. Berk. I am not of age, and of course my signature is of no use. TINDER TWO FLAGS. 9 Now you are such chums with Rockingham, and he's as rich as all the Jews put together. He'd let you have the money in a minute; now won't you ? Bert. What you ask is impossible. If I did such a thing as that I should deserve to be hounded out of the Guards to-morrow. Berk. You speak as though it would be a crime. Bert. It would be a trick of a swindler, and it would be the shame off a gentleman. That is answer enough. Berk. Then you will not do it ? Bert. {c7'osses to house). I have replied already. Although our father is a peer of England, we are none the less penniless beggars. What right have we to borrow of our friends ? [Exit into house. (Plaintive music.) Berk, (looks afte?- hi7n).WhaX is to he done? I was sure he would let me have the money. The note Is due to-day. I dare not ask the governor for it, and I have not the courage to face the consequences. Nothing remains for me but to leave this place forever, {takes out note book, crosses to bench and writes) "Bert, I asked you for money; it was not to pay a gambling debt. I forged your name and Rocking- ham's to a note that is due to-day. I thought you would let me have the money; but now nothing remains for me but to cut and run, as I dare not face the governor. Yours, etc., Berkeley." {folds note) I will hand this to Rake. [Exit, r. 1 e. Entei' Davis, l. 3 e., looking around cautiously, beckons on Baroni. Slow music. Davis. There ! That's done, and if that horse wins again with a painted bit I'm a Dutchman. Baroni. Vat a child you vas. You make so much noise the whole house vill hear you. Dav. That cursed swell ; I've paid him off at last. Bar. Vat a child you vas to spoil so good a horse just because his master kicked you into the ditch. Dav. It was a bad day for him when he did it, curse him ! Those stuck-up swells, they won't give in— not even when they are mortal hit. Bar. Veil, vat's the difference, so long as you Jiave hit 'em and you pocket the monish, Dav. Oh, hang the blunt; it's revenge I want. Now see here, my pigeon, you put that swell to the grindstone for the second act of our comedy. Bar. Comedy— comedy: it's more like a tragedy. Just you wait until after the next race, and don't you put your big paw in it, or you'll ipoil the pudding. Dav. You know as well as I do that I can't show in the game; oh, but bless me, I'd like to. Bar. Say, what if Rockingham should pay up to save his friend ? Dav. What ! without wringing my dainty bird's neck? No, not for all the money of the Rotlischilds. But when'l see him smashed, crushed, Jruined, then I'll have my revenge. Bar. Oh, vat a child you vas, (aside) und vat a damn fool, {aloud) Veil, you take the revenge and I'll take the monish, my dear. Enter Rake, l. u. e., sees Baroni and Davis. Rake. Hello ! By the soul of Sally Callahan, if there ain't as purty a 10 UNDER TWO FLAGS. pair of divils as iver put foot to ground, {aloud) Hello ! what are you up to here ? Bar. Nothing; we — we were just taking a walk in the park. Rake. Taking a walk ; and are you sure it's nothing else you're tak- ing ? But whos your mate over there wid a face on him like the day after Donnybrook fair ? Bar. He's a cousin o' mine out o' Yorkshire. Dav. Yes, I be his cousin out of Yorkshire, just come down to see the races, {upoken in Yorkshire dialect.) Rake. Well, you look more like yer come to yer own funeral; sure, if it's wanting a race yes are, I'll give yer one with the dogs, {iv/ustles offR.) Dav. {starts for Rake, is stopped hy Baroni). What, you infernal Irishman; you set the dogs on me? Rake. Sure, I don't think they'd hurt you; that face of yours would scare the whole pack of them . Dav. {starts for Rake; Baroni stops him). You infernal hostler, I'll wring your neck ! Bar. {aside to Davis). Vat a child you vas. Don't got so excited. Come, we'll settle with him after the master. {Exit, l. u. e. Dav. {looks fier cell/ at Rake). 1 11 see you again, and when I do I'll kick that Irish" head of yours into a cocked hat. {Exit, l. u. e. Rake. Maybe you'd better take the measure of me head now, so it will be sure and tit. Faith, with two dirty blackguards like that to- gether there's dirty work to be done somewhere, and, by the same token, I've seen that Yorkshire lad before. By the rock of Cashel, if it ain't the same welcher that Mr. Cecil threw out of the betting ring. Bedad, I'll keep me eyes on them, and if there's anything wrong I'll give them a taste of as elegant a piece of blackthorn as ever cracked a head at Donnybrook. {Irish specialty— song and dance.) {Exit, r. 1 e. Enter Bertie and Rockingham /rom house. Bertie sits r. ; Rocking- ham L. Rock. Lady Guenevere is certainly a very charming woman. I would give a great deal if she thought as much of me as she does of you. Bert. She is a very charming woman; but, do you know, she loves nothing in this world as much as her family diamonds. Rock, {laughs). Confound you. You require too much sentiment. Bert, {lighting cigarette). Seraph, I've been thinking Rock, {laughing). You don't mean it. Never let it be known, or you'll lose your reputation. Bert. I've been thinking what a fellow might do if he came to grief— dropped out of the world altogether. IK you know, I think there are vast fields open. Rock. Gold fields ? Bert. No, no; I mean a field for— what d'ye call it— genius— that's the word. Rock. Nonsense. You'd better be thinking of the next race. Are you sure of yourself? Bert. I am never sure of anything, much less myself. Rock. Then what the deuce do "you mean by telling us to pile our pots on 5'ou ? Bert. My friend, I may disappoint you, but Forest King neyer will. Enter Rake, quickly, b. u. b. TJNDEK TWO FLAGS. 11 Rake. Mr. Cecil, there is something the matter with the King. (Ber- tie a7id Rockingham both rise and exclaim The King !) {Exit Rockingham, r. u. e. Rake. It's as true as I'm me father's son, the elegant beast is all aheap in his stall. Bert. Some one must have doctored him. Rake. Doctored or poisoned; it's all the same thing. Enter Lady GuENEVERE/ro?7i house. Lady G. Why, how serious you look, Bertie. What has happened ? Bert. Something is the matter with the King, {to Rake) Go get a veterinary at once, {exit Rake, r. u. e. Aside) There goes the last plank that stood between me and ruin. Enter Rockingham, r. u. e. Rock. Yes, it is too true; the King is completely knocked off his legs. Some one must have doctored him. Only let me find the villain. Bert. When you do, leave him to me. My lady, I trust you will ex- cuse me. {Exit, R. u. e. Lady G. {to Rockingham). Is it true; will he not he tit for the race? Rock. No, I fear Forest King has run his last race. Lady G. It is too bad. Bertie depended greatly on this race, and the Guards will lose heavily too. Rock. Yes, they will be hard hit, not so much on account of the money, but the fame of the regiment rested on this race. Lady G. I feel so sorry for Bertie, and the field will be without a favorite, {exit into house. Lights turned down. Rockingham starts io follow.) Enter Baroni, r. u. e., who stops him. Bar. The most noble, the Marquis of Rockingham, I think ? Rock. Yes; what do you want ? Bar. I want to ask your lordship is that your signature? {shows forged note. ) Rock, {looking at it). No, I never made my R's half so well as that. {turns to go.) Bar. One moment, if you please; I want to ask you one more ques- tion. Did you endorse a bill on the fifteenth of the month ? EocK. The fifteenth ? No ; why do you ask ? Bar. I will tell your lordship if you will grant me a private interview. Rock. Well, step into the house, {exit Baroni in house). That little piece of paper looked very strange. I wish I had admitted the signa- ture. Some poor devil will be getting into a scrape, {follows Baroni.) Enter Bertie, r. 3 e. Bert. Poor King! To break up hke a hack out of a Uvery stable. It seemed to me he almost knew my trouble from the way he looked at me. {hell) Five o'clock. In three hours I am expected at a ball, where all will be bright and happy; and in three hours I will perhaps be an alien. Enter Rake, r. 3 e. Rake. Mr. Cecil, the doctor is with the King. I met Mr. Berkeley 12 UNDER TWO FLAGS. as I was coming back, and he gave me this letter to give to you, sor. {hands letter.) Bert, {sits l.). Very well. See that everything possible is done for the King, and don't leave the stable, {exit Rake, r. u. e.) How gladly would 1 exchange places with that fellow. Better be one of them than trained for the great race, entered with cracks and weighted with the chains of poverty. Enter Venetia, l. 1 e. Ah, little one, where are all your playmates ? {plaintive music.) Venetia {kneeling at his side). Oh, I don't care for children. Mr. Cecil, they say that you have lost all your money. Is it true ? Bert. Do they ? They are not far wrong then. But who are "they," little one? Ven. Why, everybody ; and they say you are ruined. Is that true, too? Bert. I am afraid it is. But what do you know of these things; and how did you find me here? Vex. Now please don't be angry. I came because I heard you had lost all your money, and I want you to take mine, {shows purse.) Bert, {drawing her to him). How some man will love you some day. I thank you from my heart. Ve.v. {empties coins in his hand). See ! it's all bright gOid, and if it is not enough my brother Rock will give you more, {gives purse and, all to him.) Bert. God bless you, my little friend, (kisses her forehead.) Ven. Then you will take it ? Beiit No, no, I cannot take your money, my chiUl, {giving it back] but I love you none the less because I refuse it. Ven. Then you will take nothing ? {r/ses.) Bert, {rising, drops letter). I will take this little purse if you will give it to me, and keep it in memory of you. May I ? Ven. Yes. Oh see, Mr. Cecil, you have dropped something, (picks up letter and hands it to him.) Bert. You will allow me ? (o/)^n5 «^(i rea(Z.s' letter) "Bert, I asked you for money. It was not to pay a gambling debt. I forged your name and Rockingham's to a note that is due to-day. I thought you would let me have the money; but now nothing remains for me but to cut and run, as I dare not face the governor. Yours, etc., Berkeley." Shameful ! Shameful ! Ven. What is it ? Anything worse ? Bert. There could be nothing worse. It's the vilest, blackest shame. There, there, run into the house, and tell no living creature what I have told you. {takes her totvard house.) Ven. I would rather stay with you. Bert. No, go dear; you would please me better by going. You will tell no one ? I can trust you ? Ven. Yes, Mr. Cecil, you can trust me. [E.xit into house. Bert. Oh, God ! If it were anything — anything except disgrace. Forgery! I wonder if the boy knew what it meant. It's all my fault; I promised his dying mother to watch over him, to keep him from evil companions, and now it is too late, too late, (goes up stage.) Enter Rockingham /rom house, thrusting Baroni out Rock. Now, you scoundrel, there's Mr. Cecil; stand out and see if you can look him in the face. UNDER TWO FLAGS. 13 Bar. But you are so very violent, so very violent, your lordship. Rock. Silence ! See here, Bert— never heard of such a trick— con- found it, can't bring myself to say it. This hound dares to bring a charge against you. Bar. You have neglected to state that the charge is one of forgery. Bert. Forger h! {low, but wiUi intense feeling.) Rock, Out with your story. Tell it to his face, and then receive the punishment you deserve. Bar. That \h soon done, your lordship. I simply charge the Honor- able Bertie Cecil with negotiating one bill with my firm on \\\q fifteenth of the month. That bill was made out in his favor and accepted by you. Your signature you admitted was forged, and with that forgery I charge your friend. Bert. On the fifteenth! {intensely and low.) Rock. Heavens ! How can you stand there like that ? Why don't you speak ? Bert. I am not guilty. Rock. Why, of course you are not. Bar. We shall be pleased to find it so ; but where are your proofs ? Bert. I give you my word. Bar. Your word is the word of a gentleman. But we men of busi- ness must have proofs, my dear. Rock, {crosses R. 1 to Baroki.) 1''ou dog! If you use that tone again I'll strangle you. Bar. Pardon me, your lordship, but you are so very violent. Now this little piece of paper was presented at my office on the evening of the fifteenth, about half past seven o'clock, {to Bertie) Now, if you were not there, where were you ? Rock. Answered in a moment. Bert, {to Rockingham) On the fifteenth ? {aside) I was at Richmond with Lady Guenevere, and I have given her my word that no one shall know it. Rock. Y"es; were you at mess, the club, dressing for dinner, or where ? Bert, {slowly). I cannot tell. Bar. Just what I thought ; so under the circumstances we must place your good friend under arrest. Rock. Silence, you hound! {about to strike him.) Bar. Pardon me, your lordship, but we are wasting time. You must now be convinced of your friend's guilt. Rock. Convinced ? I'd sooner believe in my own disgrace. Bar. But how is it he is unable to tell where he was between the hours of five and nine on the evening of the fifteenth ? Rock. Unable? He is not unable; he simply declines. But I am the injured party. Here is a check ; till it out, and I will exchange it for the forged note, {hands check.) Bar. {refusing). What you ask is impossible. A crime like this can- not be hushed up with money, {to Bertie) Now, will you go with me quietly, or must we employ force ? Bert. I will go with you quietly. Rock. Stop. Where you go I follow. Bar. Excuse me, your lordship, but I rely on him to go with me quietlv. You see we can no longer consider him as the son of the Viscount Royallieu, but simply as an arrested forger. Rock. What! You hound 1 {about to strike him; Bertie stops hivi.) Bert. My friend, we degrade ourselves by resistance. Take the King— keep him for my sake. Now leave me ; it is my wish. 14 UNDER TWO FLAGS. Rock. If it is your wish I will yield, {goes toward house.) Bert, [offering hand). Rockingham, will you take it still? Rock. Take it? Before all the world always, come what will. {shakes hand.) [Exit in house. Bert. Now, sir, I am ready, {hurried music; Bakoni beckons to Davis.) Enter Davis, r. 1 e. Bar. There is our man. Seize him ! Bert. What does this mean ? Bar. It means we cannot trust you: you might escape. Bert. I gave you my word to go with you quietly. You should have trusted me, I should have done so. But curse you, sooner than go to prison in sight of men, and in company ot two such villains as you, I'll light you to the death! {business of struggle. Enter Rake, r. u. e., who seizes Baroni. Bertie throws Davis, stands over him. Rake, saddle the brown mare at once ! And then a steeplechase for life! Fictu7'e. , curtain. LigJUs flashed at curtain. Curtain, quick. ACT n. SCENE. — A7icient street in Uh grooves. Prison in Zrd, boxed to rep- resent barracks. Guns stacked i?i street at back entrance. En- trance centre. Soldiers discovered, as curtain rises, drinking, laughing, singing, etc. Captain. Did 1 not say he would eat fire ? Petit Picpon. He rides like an Arab. Capt. Cuts off a head with that back circular sweep. Ah-h-h, mag- nificent! {all applaud.) Pierre Matou. And he smokes like a Zouave! {all laugh.) Capt. And he dances like an aristocrat, and not like a tipsy soldier. (all laugh.) Pic. When did he join ? Capt. Ten — twelve years ago, or thereabouts. He's an Englishman, I think. Pierre. Why? Capt. Because when he bathes he splashes like a water dog. {all laugh.) Pic, And when he rides, he rises in his stirrups. Capt. And he knows how to box, too. I wish he was in our corps instead of the Black Hawk's. Pic. The Black Hawk hates him, and he is kept down in consequence. Now, if he had been in our corps, he would have had the Cross by this time. tmOER TWO fLA-aS. 15 Cigarette, {outside). Hello ! hello ! Capt. Who have we here ? CiG. {outside, ayid nearer). Hello! hello ! Picpon! Pic. {goes up, looks off c. l.). Cigarette! It's Cigarette! {riishes off calling tigdSQilQ \ Cigarette! Best of soldiers follow, calling same. Big noise^iu entrance, ivoi'king up Cigarette's entrance.) CiG. {outside). Whoa ! Stand still, jo\i brute, what's the matter with you; lay hold of my horse there, {sounds of laughter; slappiyig; sol- diers back on, taking slaps, r. andh., laughing.) Enter CiQARETTE, c, soldiers separate, leaving her. in view of audience CiG. {letters, paper. fully)). Fear? What! I fear yon! You silver pheasant, who never did anything in your life but spread your dainty colors in the sun 1 What ! I fear you ? I could kill you, and I will ! UNDEE TWO FLAGS. 25 {takes pistol from belt, points it at Venetia, who stands a moment looking intently at her, and then quietly takes x)istol from her and places it on table, r.) Ven. Child, are you mad ? Brave natures never stoop to assassina- tion. Why do you wish to injure me ? CiG. Because I hate you. I came here to-night for two purposes; the one to look closely at you, the other to hurt you, wound you, if I could; but you won't let me — oh, I don't know what is in you ! Ven. It is rather something m yourself— something that will not al- low you to be unjust, my poor child. CiG. Don't poor child me, or I'll show you a touch of my insolence. You may be a grand dame everywhere else, but your rank carries no terror for me. Ven. 1 do not seek to have it. If I did not feel an interest in you do you think I would suffer for an instant the ignorant rudeness of an ill- bred child ? CiG. {^angrily). Ill-bred ! Ill-bred child ! {changing suddenly) Ah, you are right, {taking cross from her neck and throwing it on floor) I disgrace my cross the very tirst day I wear it. You are as beautiful as a sorceress. I do not wonder that he loves you. Ven. He? Who? CiG. The man who was made to bring his toys here to you, like a common hawker. Ven. I do not believe he made you his confidante, CiG. No; not he. He belongs to your class. You could kill him be- fore he would speak. I only know what I have seen. Ven. You are right when you say he is of my class. The gentleman, for he is a gentleman, by a strange chain of circumstances is connected with my family. He once was a great friend of my brother's. I fancy you would do him a favor if you could. CiG. Well, we are soldiers, and soldiers always help each other. What do you want me to do ? Ven. Take a message to him from me, and say nothing of what I have told you. CiG. Do you take me for a raw recruit who babbles over his first measure of wine ? What is your message ? Ven. He and my brother must not meet. Tell him that my brother, knowing him as Louis Victor, will seek him out at the camp. Tell him to avoid the meeting as best he can. CiG. You know little of the camp or you would send no such mes- sage. Why, if he is not there when his officers call him he would be Bhot like a dog. Ven. True ! I had forgotten. Well, go and send him to me. My brother must be taken into his confidence. You will do this, as you are his friend ? CiG. If I be I do not see why I am to turn your lackey. Go find some other messenger. Ven. I thought you were his friend, and that you would aid me to assist him. I see I was mistaken, so we will let the matter drop, {turns away.) CiG. Forgive me, my lady, {kneels, kisses her hand ; picks up cross, rises) You are right; I am his friend. I will go. Ah, my lady, I do not wonder that men love you, when even I cannot hate you. [Exit, c. D. Ven. a little tigress with a heart of gold and as true as steel. How she loves him ! And she is so brave she will not show it. 26 UNDEB TWO FLAGS. Enter Black Hawk, c. d. B. H. Ah, my lady, I did not expect to find you here. You leave for England in a few days your brother informs me. Ven. That is his intention I believe. B. H. And at his request I have brought you passports, which he de- sired me to procure for him. {takes them from belt ; crosses back to table and places them there ; sees chessme)i) Ah, I see you still retain my corporal's ivory toys, (examines them) On my word, they are tine; I wish I could say as much for the man; he is the most insolent in the regiment. Men should keep their grades, and privates who think them- selves gentlemen should receive the lash they merit. Ven. (aside). How he hates that man. (aloud) Don't you think you are a little severe upon your corporal ? B. H. No. I know Ihem all. They know how to produce an effect in a lady's presence as they know how to tight and swear out of it. Ven. Possibly; but if your corporal is not a gentleman I never saw one. [Exit, r. 1 e. B. H. (bows). Damn that corporal ! Am I never to hear the last of him ? I hate him, and where the Black Hawk hates he strikes. [Exit, L. 1 B. E7iier Cigarette and Bertie, c. d. CiG. You are wanted. Bert. Wanted for what ? CiG. How should I know ? You are wanted by the Silver Pheasant. Put on your palace manners. Send her in your card. (Bertie goes down L. ; Cigarette turns and goes up stage to c. d. ; aside) I have sent him to her when I should have put a bullet through her heart. [Exit, c. D. Enter Venetia, r. 1 e. Ven. I see the little soldier has kept her word. I sent for you to ask you to retract your words and allow me to tell my brother what I know. Bert. No, no; ask anything of me but that; but do not ask that, I beg of you. Ven. And why; do you mistrust him ? Bert. No, it is not that. It is because I trust him too well to give him pain. Do you suppose that if I could speak 1 would not tell you all? Ven. Whoever was the criminal should suffer. Why not speak the words that would place you before the world an innocent man? Bert. You shall answer for me— be my law — my judge. Ven. The woman does not live who should be that to any man. Bert. You shall be that to me, for I love you. Ven. This is madness. What have you seen of me ? What do you know of me ? Bert. Enough to love you while my life shall last. In your eyes I was but an African trooper, in my own I was your equal. Now you know all— know the worst that tempts me. No famine, no humiliation ever so tempted me to buy back my birthright as this one desire to stand in my rightful place before men, and to strive for that which they have not won. Ven. Lord Royallieu, keep your secret from the world if you will, prove your innocence only to me. I care not what the world thinks of you or says of me. I will be your wife. UNDER TWO FLAGS. 27 Bert. Venetia ! (embrace) This one moment of happiness is worth all the misery I have endured ! Ven. I must leave you now. We start for England to-morrow, (goes toward r. 1 e.) In one month expect your release— till then farewell. Bert, (goes to her and kisses her hand). Farewell. [Exit Venetia, r. 1 e. Enter Black Hawk, l. 1 e., sees Victor kiss Venetia's hand. B. H. What are you doing here ? Why have you left your squadron ? Have you no tongue ? Speak, or I'll have the words cut from you — speak ! Bert. I will not tell. B. H. By heavens, I'll have you thrashed like a dog for that answer. But I know as well as if you had told me why you came here. So my lady chooses her lovers from amongst my blackguards. But your silence cannot shield her from the shame of her midnight intrigues. Bert, (strikes Black Hawk; he falls c). You lie! and you know that you lie ! Quick Curtain. Lights flashed. ACT IV. SCENE. — Dark wood scene an hour before daylight; wood wings with set prison at l. 2 e. Lights down. Discover guard pacing in front of L. 2 e. As curtain rises the voices of six sentries outside repeat one after the other, "-Five o'clock and all is well" Enter Corporal, r. u. e. Corp. Halt! Guard. Who goes there ? Corp. Corporal of the guard with relief. Guard. Advance and give the countersign! (Corporal advaneesy gives word, crosses gun, turns r.) Word is correct. Corp. Advance, relief! {a soldier comes down c, turns l., goes to Guard and crosses gun same as Corporal.) Guard. You are instructed to guard the prisoner. Let no one see him without written permission from the colonel in command. Obey the orders of the day and the laws of your country, (crosses to c, turn^ B., goes zip and falls in line with other soldiers.) Corp. March ! (follows the others off, l. u. e.) Enter Cigarette, r. u. e. Cia. I brought him to her when I should have sent a bullet through her heart. Bah ! Why should I care whom he loves ? I have my flag, my cross (kisses cross) and my army — what more do I desire? (turns; sees Guard) Hello ! Who are you guarding so carefully ? Guard. Corporal Victor, little one. Cia. Corporal Victor ? 28 UNDER TWO FLAGS. Guard. Yes ; where have you been that you have uot heard of the trial ? CiG. I have been away for two days. Guard. 'Twas bad work— bad work. He struck the Black Hawk, It was a light blow, but with threat to kill following it. He has been tried and is to be shot at sunrise. CiG. Shot? When did this happen ? Guard. Ni^ht before last. CiG. (aftide). Night before last! The blow was struck for her. It was that night, {pnfs hand to heart.) Guard. What's the matter, little one ? You look strangely. Do you love this soldier? CiG. Love him ! (laughs) What— I love him ? I hate him. (crosses to L. 1 E.) I have looked for vengeance, and it has come. Enter Venetia, r. 1 e. Ven. (to Cigarette). Is it true that he is to be shot at sunrise ? You have some power here— tell me, can nothmg be done to save him ? CiG. He has struck his chief; for that there is "no reprieve. Ven. If he dies it is I who have killed him. That blow was struck for me. CiG. Ay, you are right; the blow was struck for you. You say he is of your order— tell me his name and rank. Ven. Yes ! yes ! CiG. Write it out, I do not understand your English names. Ven. (takes out book and writes). There, child, and if you have any power save him if you can. CiG. Read what you have written. Ven. (reads). "I aflirm that the person serving in your army under the name of Louis Victor, is Bertie Cecil, lawfully the Viscount Royal- lieu, peer of England. Signed, Lady Venetia Corona." There, child; what is it you will do ? CiG. I will ride to the Grand Marshal. Ven. But they say he never changes a sentence. CiG. Perhaps not- but what he refuses to justice and humanity he may not refuse to one of his own rank, (starts to go.) Ven. Stay — one word. CiG. No; this is no time for words. If you love him go to him, and let the bullets intended for him first kill you. [Exit, R. u. E. Venetia crosses to Guakd. Guard. Halt ! (holds gun m front of her.) Ven. Your prisoner is Louis Victor, is he not ? Guard. Yes. Ven. He is to be shot at sunrise T Guard. Yes. Ven. I heard of it yesterday. I rode all night from Oran. I feel a great pity for this man. His crime was Guard. A blow to his colonel and threat to kill after. Ven. Is there no possibility of a reprieve ? Guard. None. Ven. May I speak with him for an instant ? I have heard he is of my country, and of a rank above his present standing here. Guard. I am sorry, madame, but I have my orders to allow none to UNDER TWO FLAGS. 29 Ven. Were your colonel here he would not refuse me permission to see him. Guard. Perhaps not But you must go to the colonel's tent and get a permit; otherwise 1 can't allow you to pass. Ven. (aside). Must 1 ask a favor of that man? I will ! He must not perish. [Kcit, r. 1 e. Exit Guard, slowly, l. 1 e. Enter Rake, r. 3 e. Rake {looking of). What's up with Cigarette, I wonder. She passed me on her horse like a sthrake of lightning, {looks l.) Poor mastherl Sorry the day I'd like to see him die. He won't let me tell thim wiio he is; but, begorra, I must do something, or bust. If 1 could get him to change places with me he might make his escape. Begorra, we look so much alike they'd never know the difl'erence. I suppose they'd shoot me when they did. I was born to be shot at; a regular sample to try new guns on. Now I'll just slip by before the guard comes, and Enter Guard, quickly, L. 1 e. Guard {stops him). Halt ! Rake. Och, murther ! {turns) The divil's loose now. Enter Black Hawk and Venetia, r. 1 E. B. H. What are you doing here ? Rake. Nothin', sor. B. H. Call the corporal of the guard. Gti] kKT> {calling). Corporal of the guard. Post 4 I Voice {outside). Corporal of the guard, Post 4 ! Enter Corporal, l. 1 e. B. H. {to Rake). This is the second time you have been seen prowling around here; your intimacy with the prisoner makes your presence sus- picious. Have you any orders for leaving your quarters ? Rake. No, sor; shure I must have lost thlm. B. H. {to Corporal). Place that man under arrest. Rakg. Let me explain. B. H. Not a word. Take him to the guard house, {exit Rake, fol- lomed by Corporal. To Venetia) My lady, you can see and talk to the prisoner for a short time. Make your interview as brief as possible, for he has not long to live. {Exit, r. 1 e. Enter Bertie, from prison. Bert. Venetia ! You here ? I thou2:ht you had left Africa. Ven. Do you think I could leave Africa knowing that you were under sentence of death? I rode all night from Oran to implore, to beg you to tell them who you are. They know not what they do. Bert. They but obey the sentence of the law. Do not regret it; it is better so. Ven. Better that you should die? That blow was struck for me; if you die it is I who have killed you ! Bert. Hush ! Hush ! Do not make me die a coward. I cannot tell you a lie, and the truth I will never tell to you. Do not plead for me. Leave me; it will soon be over. 30 UNDER TWO FLAGS. Ven. Leave you? Never! I will remain with you till the last; and if you do not speak I will. Bert. It would be useless. I cannot return to England ; I was ac- cused Ven. {mterruxiting). Not by Philip— not by me. Bert. What! You have never doubted ? Ven. Never. I know your honor to be as stainless as my own. Bert. Thank God ! Then I can die in peace, {they go up stage,) Enter Black Hawk, r. 3 e., with file of soldiers, down r. B. H. My lady, make your farewell; you must leave the prisoner. Ven. {wildly). No, you shall not kill him ! You know not who he is. He is of my country— a nobleman. I will appeal to your emperor. Give me an hour to seek your marshal. B. H. What you ask is impossible. Further entreaty is useless; the law must take its course. Ven. An hour's reprieve. B. H. Impossible. Ven, But you do not dream who he is. B. H. It matters not. Ven. He is an English nobleman ! B. H. He is a soldier who has broken the law. Corporal, remove this lady beyond the lines. Enter Rockingham, quickly, l. 1 e. Rock. Hold ! What is the meaning of this! And Venetia, why are you here ? What interest can you have in the life or death of this man ? They say he is of my country; I must see him — speak to him. {turns, see/ Bertie) That face ! Speak, man ! Who are you ? Bert. Philip! Rock, {rushes forward, takes his hand). Cecil ! You still live ! I thought you dead so long ago ! Thank God, I have found you at last! Why did* you not make yourself known to me, if lost to all the world be- side ? And how is it I find you condemned to death ? B. H. Monsieur, make yoiir farewell ; I can wait no longer. Rock. I tell you he must not die. As I live you shall not fire. {places himself in front of Bertie) Before your bullets reach this man they must first pass through my body. Bekt. My friend, for my sake— for the sake of our common country and our old love — let us both meet this with courage and with silence. Rock. Are you mad, to die here like a dog? What crime have you committed ? Bert. None, save being moved under insult to act as men of our nation have always acted." B. H. Corporal" Victor, you have been found guilty of one of the worst crimes known to the Army of Africa. Your sentence has been passed; we are here to execute it. Have you anything to say ? Bert. Only this: that a coward, a liar, and a traducer, cannot won- der that men prefer death to submission under insult. Well, I am ready; give your signal. It will be the only kind act you have ever done me. B. H. Attention ! CiG. {outside, m distance). Hold ! Hold ! B. H. Ready ! UNDER TWO FLAGS. 31 CiG. (07iiside, nearer). Hold ! Hold ! A pardon ! B. H. Aim ! CiG. {outside, still nearer). Hold! Hold! In the name of France, hold ! {she rushes on, r. 1 e., between Bertie and troopers, waving pardon as she eiders.) B. H. Fire ! (Cigarette is shot ; falls c, in Bertie's arms.) All. Cigarette! {drop gnns ; low music.) CiG. A pardon for your corporal ! {holds paper toward Black Hawk.) B. H. {takes p(tper, looks at it). Where did you get this ? CiG. From the Grand Marshal's own hand. B. H. Damnation ! {retires up stage R.) Bert, {kneeling). Child, you have given your life for mine ! CiG. 'Tis nothing. I would have done it for any one of my soldiers. Bury me where the army passes, so that I can hear the trumpet and the drum; bury — my cross with me — {ki.^ses cro.^.'^) and tell them in — France— Ah ! if I could only see France once more— France— (c/te*. All kneel, except Black Hawk, with bared heads.) Bert. Dead! Dead! Tableau. Soldiers. Black Hawk. Roceinoimic Bertie. Cigarette. XTknetta. CUBTAIN. WON BACK A PLAY IN FOUR ACTS. By CLIFTON W. TAYLEUR Six male, four female, characters. A play -written in tbe came vein as " Held by the Enemy," "Shenandoah," " Across the Potomac," and other great New York successes. Mr. Tayleur has written many suc- CGBsful plays for Maggie Mitchell, Frank Chanfrau, and others, but this striking picture of the stirring times of the Great Eebellion sur- passes them all. Costumes, civil and military of the period. 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The importance of an effective make-up is becoming more apparent to the professional actor every year, but hitherto there has been no book on the subject describing the modern methods and at the same time covering all branches of the art. This want has now been filled. Mr. Hageman has had an experience of twenty years as actor and stage-manager,andhis well-known liteiaryability has enabled Lim to put the knowledge so gained into shape to be of use to others. The book is an encyclopsedia of the art of making up. Every branch of the subject is exhaustively treated, and few questions can be asked by professional or amateur that cannot be answered by this admira- ble hand-book. It is not only the best make-up book ever pnhlished, hut it. is not likely to be superseded by any other. It is absolutely indispensable to every ambitious actor. CONTENTS. Chapter I. General Remarks. Chapter 11. Qrease=Paints. their origin, components and use. Chapterlll. The Make=upBox. 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