ofJTTTt^ WILD MAB, A BORDER DRAMA, IN FOUR ACTS, BY MlnniB PdIsuh; •—TO WHICH IS ADDED DESCRIPTION OF THE COSTUMES-CAST OF THE CHARACTERS-. ENTRANCES AND EXITS-RELATIVE POSITIONS OF THE PERFORMERS ON THE STAGE, AND THE WHOLB OF THE STAGE BUSINESS. Evlered according to act of Congress in the year 1891, 5!A AMES' PVBLISHINO CO., Ml the office of the Librarian of Congress at WashingtoTU ' CLYDE, OHIO^ AMES' PUBLISHING 00. \\'. ^. CAST OF CHABACTEBS, As played by the Poison Family. Jack Thorn, a villain J. W. W. Poison Pete Hart, Jack's accomplice William Fenton Bert Allen, a private detective H. S. Poison Geokgb Evans, a hanker /. W. W. Poison Sambo, a colored servant B. 0. Poison WILD MAB, child of the We:>t Miss Minnie Poison Jane, an old hag Mrs. Steila Poison Sebvant, in Evan's employ. J. C. Poison COST UMES—MODEBN. TIME OF PLAYIN9—1:A5. STA GE DIRECTIONS. «., means Right; l., Left; r. f., Riphl Hand; l. b.. Left Hand; o., Cenire; g. s.j IM E.,] Second Zntrance; v. k., Upper Entrance; m. d., Middle Door; p., the Fla* i.F.,Door in Flat; H. c, Right of Centre; l.c. Left of Centre. %• The reader if supposed tc le npon the stage facing the audience. WILD MAB. ACT I. SCENE I— Parlor in Mr. Evans' Western home— chairs R. and L, table c. Mr. Evans discovered sitting by table, reading. Mr. Evans. Well, well, it seems queer Mr. Allen has not called before this, {passes hand over forehead) Let me think! It's beein fourteen long years since my infant child was stolen from me, and Jack Thorn, the black villain, said she was dead ; yet, ]i{r. Allen says there is a girl in Devil's Camp that they call Wild Mab, and he believes her to be my child. Can I cherish hope for one moment? Can I — ah, no I they are gone, all gone — wife, child, all dead — with one mighty sweep the grim hand of death took them from me. Ah, bitter, bitter woe! (lays head on table .■ Enter, Bert Allen, l. 1 e. — sees Evans, goes to him and lays hand on shoulder. Bert Allen. Why this distress, my friend? I have come to bring you good news. So cheer up and have hope. I go now to ascertain the truth, (goes r.) Mr. Evans, is there nothing I can do for you before I go ? Emns. Ah, Bert, my boy, how little you know of this world's woe, and, please God, you may never know ! Bert, tell me agaiu what she is like. Wild Mab, I mean ! {lays hand on his shoulder Allen. Ah, as fine a girl as I ever saw! curly brown hair, flash- ing black eyes, a round face and dimpled chin, little white hands and feet like fairies. Ah, gir, as near like that picture on the tablOj as if they were one and the same. (pointing to picture Evans. Can it be? Oh, shall I hope ? Bert, if it should prov3 false it would kill me. Bert, shall I hope? (clasping his hand Allen. Yes, hope on and be of good cheer. All will yet be right. I must go now, for it will be dark before I get out there. Good-by, I will see you soon. (exit l. 1 e, Eeans. "^ (watching him off) Good-by and God speed thee, my nol'Ja boy. Ah, 'tis bitter anguish that I feel to-day I Wild mab. Enter, Servant, l. Servant. If you please, ?ir, lliere's a gentleman in the back pat* lor to see you. Evans. Tell him I will be there directly. (Servant courtesies — exit u) Who can it be, I wonder? The least thing unnerves me to-day. {exit k. 1 e» SCENE Il^Interior of cab'in — broken chairs r. and l. — table e. oJ fire-place, Jane discovered sitting by fire-place — smoking. Jane. I wonder whar that gal is? (limps to door and looks out). She'll be the death of me yet. Confound her ! Why didn't we kill her anyway — might as well have the game as the name. I — Enter, Jack Thorn, l. Jack Thorn. Why don't you kill her then? (Jane shrinks back Jane. What I You back again? Jack. Yes, are you very nuich surprised? Jane. I thought you had left the country till fall. Jack. I couldn't make up my mind to leave Wild Mab alone with you. Jane. Couldn't leave Wild Mab with me? Do ye think I can't take care on her? (angrily) Hain't I as good as 5'^e are? Jack. No, you hain't, confound your rotten carcass! Jane. Wal," jest ye look here — 1 am her guardian and don't ye fergit it ! (shaking her fiat in his face Jack, (sneeringly) Yes, a fine guardian you are, ain't you? Jane. I'm jest as good as ye. Jack Thorn ! (still shaking her fist in his face) Liar ! fool ! I'm jest as good as ye are and a darn sight better, Jack Thorn! I— 1 Jack, (steps in front of her) Woman, how dare you shake your fist in my fac3 ? You old hag ! June. Ye devil ! ye black leg! ye human man-eater! ye— Jack. Call me anything but yonr own name, you hound ! He grabs her by the throat, pushes her into chair and holds her there. Jane. Let me alone and I'll help ye git the gal. I'll help ye. Jack! Jack, (releasing her) Yes, you'll do that, 1 dare say I but, see here, Jane, if you dare to harm one hair of her innocent head, I'll kill you, do you hear? Jane. Lor, I won't hurt her, Jack, I won't hurt her ! Jack. Y'ou had better see that you don't, mind now ! What time will she return? (crossing to l. and closing door Jane. The Lord only knows! When that gal starts off", there'3 no telling when slie'll come back, (noise outside) Hark! that'a her pony ! {they go to windoio and look out-^then sit again Mab. (outside) Here, you coon, take toy pony! Come here I What are you sneaking round there for? Sambo, (outside) l"se comin', missie, I'se comin' ! I'se gitting mighty old and feeble now days; ain't near as spry as I used to was! WILD MAB. 5 Enter, Wild Mab, singing, "Down Went McGinty, etc." Mab. What — j'ou here again? (glancing from one to the other Jack. Well, it looks that way, don't it? Mab, I couldn't leave yon ainono; these wild plains. 31ab. Oh, you couldn't, eh! Well, I want you to understand this mucli, I am able to take care of myself end don't you forget it! Jack. Come, Mab, let's shake hands and make up ! (advancing to her, holding out hand Slab. No, sir! I wasn't brought up to shake hands with every- body I happened to meet. {stepping back from him Jane. Ye might as well give up fer when Mab says a thing, she means it. (laughs Jack. I think you're about right, Jane, (sits) Well, Jane, isn't it about supper time? (goes to door — business of getting supper Jane. Come, gal, fly round and help ! (Mab Jills tea-kettle Jack. While you're getting supper, I'll go and look after' the horses. He passes Mab just as she lifts tea-kettle— she splashes water on him— he jumps and yells. Mab. (laughing) Did it hurt you much? Jack. Does hot water hurt you ? Mab. Hot water might, but cold — never! Jack. Cold water! "Do you mean to say that was cold water? Mab. Yes, just as cold as this. (throwing water in his face Jack. Dam you, I'll pay you for that! (springs toward her Mab, [draws pistol) Ah, my friend, not while my name is Wild Mab ! ' (aims pistol at his heart Jnck. Mab, for God's sake, don't ! (starts back Mab. (sneeringly) Are you afraid, coioard? Jack. Only for your sake, Mab; I couldn't bear to have your hands stained with blood. Mab. Kealljr, Jack, I never thought you had so much heart. Jane. Come, ye fools, supper is ready ! (all sit at table Enter, Sambo, hurriedly, c. Sambo, (excited) Oh, Lor' missie, dar's a — 3fab. (jumps tip) Hush, you coon ! (puts hand over his mouth) Now if you can talk without yelling, you can tell us what's the matter. (removing hand Sambo. 'Deed, missie, dar's a ghost out to de barn. 'Deed dar is, missie, I — I seed him myself! (looking meekly about Mab. Well, what wex'e you doing when you saw it? Sambo. Well, you see, i'se prayin' fo' massa Jack and you ; den I turn round and dar stood dat ghost, and he jess scart me mos' to deff. (trembling and glancing about Mab. What did it look like ? Sambo. Oh, missse, doan — doan ask me dat. He's great big man, and he jess stand dar and look so sorry like. Golly, missie, 1 doan go dar any mo' — no, sah! Jack, (jumps up) You black idiot, what do you mean by telling such stuff":" Sambo, (aside) Golly, massa doan like it hisse'f! (aloud) Oh, hope 1 nebbcr stir I Jack. I'll shoot you down like a dog! {drawing pistol e WILD MAB. Mab. {stepping between them — drawing pistol) Do it, if you dare, Jack Tliorn ! You can't harm Sambo while I am alive ! Jack. Girl, what do you mean? Mab. I mean this, villain, that when you shoot this man, it will be over my dead body — not till then ! SCENE III— Same as Scene M. — Jane smoking, L. — Jack, k. — Mab L. — Sambo, k. Jane. Seems tu me that ]i;;ht's mighty poor. Trim it up a little, Mab, will ye ? Mab. {tries to trim it — gets burned — drops it and tries to pick it up) Gee whiz! it burns like the deuce! Oh, oh, oh! (dances about) Confound it-— next time you want your old lamp trimmed, you can do it yourself! (trims it and sets it down) There, I guess that will do! (knock c. T).) Hark, what's that — a visitor? {aside) If it is, he comes to a darn 2:)oor place. Enter, Beet Allen, c. d. Allen, {aside) .Jack Thorn, as I live ! (aloud) Good evening! (aside) I'll have to put on a bold face, now. Jack, (rising) Sir, why do you come here? Allen. Because I am a stranger in these parts and have lost my way. Can I stay here to-night? I will journey on in the morning. (sits in chair c. Jack, (aside) Not so sure about his journeying on ! (aloud) I suppose you can stay to-night at any rate. Jane, you can fix liim a bed on the cot. {exit, Jane, r. 1 e. 3Iab. Sambo, go to your work. Sambo, (aside toMAB) Lor', missie, dat feller am my ghost, Buah I (exit c. ». Jack, (aside) Guess I'll lay for him ! (exit c. D. Mab. Well, sir, do you know where you are? Allen. Yes, I am in the presence of the prettiest girl I ever saw. (smiling at her Mab. Are you? Well, I can tell you something else. You are in the worst place this side of^ahem ! and you'll have to fight like the deuce to get out alive. Allen. Well, I know that; and T know this is Devil's Catnp, run by Jack Thorn, and that yo>i are Wild Mab. Mab. How did you find that out? Who are you ? Allen. I am Beit Alltn, a private detective, (throws back coat and shows badge) I am hunting for a girl that was stolen fourteen years ago. Probably you could help me. Mab. Me? Heavens, I hain't seen a kid for so long, unless you would call Jane one, and that ain't likely. Ha, ha, ha! Allen. Well, no — ha, ha, ha! (slaps hand on knes Mab. Mr. Allen, tell me what I look like. {goes to him Allen. You look like an innocent child, and, by Heaven, I'd stake my life on it! Mab. Listen! I go now to watch hijn! Wait patiently till I return. (goes l., theii exit c. u. Allen (rising) Well, this seems good, I must say. I, Bert Allen, in a Devil's Camp for tlie first time in my life and probably for the last, unless that girl in some way saves me from that hound. Hist! there's some one coming. I'll sit here and wait. {sits r. WILD MAB. 7 Enter, Mab, Imrriedly, c. D. Muh. Mr. Allen, I will help you all I can ; bnt you are in for it iiow. If you have a pistol, use it every time you get a chance. N'ow, be on your guard. (ea;ii R. d. Enter, Jane, l. 1 e., with cot. Jane, {fixing cot) Now, Mr. whatever yer name might be, ye fan roll in whenever j^e like. (exit L. 1 e. Allen. Well, I'll risk it anyway, so here goes! {lays down and sleeps Enter, Jack, through window. Jack. A dead man tells no ta'es. (draws knife and creeps to cot — raises knife as if to strike Enter, Mab, c, pistol aimed at Jack. Mai). Jack Thorn, drop that knife or you are a dead man 1 Jack, (turns and sees her — springs at her) Damn you, I'll kill you, too ! {she fires pistol — Jack falls heavily to floor Allen, (springs up — bends over him) I am afraid you have killed him. Mab. Would to God I had, but no such luck ! he'll be all right in a few days. Enter, Jane, l. 1 e., hurriedly. Jane. What's tlie matter? Who fired? Mab. I did, and I'll send a bullet through you first thing you know! Now, Mr. Allen, if you'll h«lp me, we'll put him on that cot. {they put Jack on cot — Mab goes to Jane, c.) Jane, did you know what he intesided to do? Jane, {doggedly-"^ No, gal; how should I know? If I had, I would have stopjjedlrim. Mab. Woman, you lie ! You knew just as well as I did. It isn't the first time you have helped him in his b'pody work, yon old hag! I would like to send a bullet crashing through your brain. {pushes Jane /rom her Jane. Gal, how dare ye talk to me like that? Mab. How dare I? You know well enough why I dare. I give you one minute to leave this room or suff'er — you know what. (points pistol as Jank exits l. 1 e.) Now, Mr. Allen, go out to the barn, take the first horse you come to, and leave this place forever, Allen. Wild Mab, how can 1 thank you for your timely inter- ference? Brave, noble girl, fly with me. I cannot go and leave you here with that wretch! — will you come? Mab. Ah, you do not know me, and 1 don't know you ; perhaps you would betray me. Allen. Mab, do I look like that kind of a man ? Mab. Ah, does that man look like a murderer? Life is so deceit- ful ; Mr. Allen, for the last time I say good-bye and God speed you on your way, (offers hand, which he takes Allen. Good-bye, but not forever, for some day I will come again to claim you for my own, may 1 ? _ (clasps her in his arms S WILD MAB. Mob. If you dare! (Jack staggers toioard them) Fly for your life, and the heart of Wild Mab goes with you ! Allen. God bless you, Mab I (exit, c. d., hurriedly Mab. {as Jack puts fingers in mouth to lohistle — Mab drawing knife) If you make a sound I'll out the heart out of you— and you know when I say a thing I mean it ! (they stand as if to spring Enter, Sambo, c. d., hurriedly — seizes Jack and throws him R. C. Sambo. I — golly, I'se so scat I feel pale all ober ! [scratches his head) Lor', I guess he tink so, too! CSambo bending over Jack, r. c. — Mab, l. c. — tableau END OP ACT I. CUKTAIN. ACT II. SCENE I— Wood. Large rock, l. 3 e. Enter, Mab, r. 1 e. Mab. (singing) "If a body meet a body, Coming thro' the rye. If a body kiss a body, Need a body cry." — looking I..) Once more fiee as air ! I wonder if I could dance. Let's see — first one step, then two — well, here goes! (dances polka, sings tra, la, la, etc.) I'm a masher! I'm a dasher! I'm a slasher! I'm a coon ! ( specialty business — dances viildly about Enter, Allen, cautiously, l. 3 b. Allen, (aside) Ah, better luck than I expected; dance on, my happy girl! (she runs against him — he catches her and holds her) Ah, caught at last, Wild Mab ! Mab. Where did you spring from? Allen. From the cabin yonder. I am trying to ficd out some- thing. Mab. But they will kill you ! Allen. No they won't— they don't know me. Mab. Oh, I see — you fix up different, {imitates disguising herself) This Avay ? (laughing) Ain't it fun to fool 'em ? Allen. Do you think so? Well, Mab, what do you think of me? Mab. Well, I kinder think you're all right. Sambo does too; but say, what are you here for? {glancing shyly at him Allen. Because I love you, Mab. I want you to go away with me — I can make you happy. Will you come with me, dearest"? Say yes, and make me happy. Mab. Mr. Allen, your talk is very fine; but how can I tel] whether you mean it or not? Ah, man, if j-ou mean to deceive me, look out — that's all ! Allen. Mab, can't you learn to love and believe me? If yt-tJ only knew how I love you ! (kisses hay WILD MAB. 9 Mob. (angrily) Mr. Allen, I never gave you permission to Iviss me — now go ! Allen. Mab, forgive me — I couldn't help it! Mab. Go, sir! (points — Allen exit l. 3 e.) Couldn't help it, eh? Well, I'll show him I ain't made of dough ! {sits on rock) Mrs. Allen — Mrs. Mab Allen! Oh, how nice that sounds! Mrs. Mab Thorn — horrible! I wouldn't marry him if he were the last man on earth; no, I wouldn't! {noise outside — springs up) Hist, some- one's coming! I'll hid behind this rock and listen. Enter, Jack aizdPEXE Hart, r 1. e. — Jack has arm in sling. Jack. Well, Pete, I tell you, it's got to be done or she'll kill us all. Fete Hart. Wal, I s'pose so — it's a darn dirty job; but I'll do it, boss ! Jack. I tell you, Pete, she'll either mairy me willingly or I'll force her to ; but something will have to be done to get Sambo out of the way. Fete. Yes, he'll blow, sure's shootin' ! If he'd tell Wild Mab who she was, it would be all up with us, sure nuff! Jack. Ah, Pete, that job 1 did fourteen years ago was a devilish one. I'll never forget it as long as I live — try as 1 will, I can't! Fete. Wal, I'll trap her if I can ; it's a darn dirty trick, but I'll do it— I'll do it. Jack ! Jack. Eemember, don't blunder, for it might prove fatal — retnember! (exit, Jack, l. 1 e. — Pete, e. 1 e. — Mab creeps from hiding-place Mab. {hand to breast) All, that's your game, is it? But I'll spoil it for j'^ou, my friends. Oh, how it hur:s me in here! {lat,3 hand on heart) Sambo, poor Sambo! They shall not harm him, I swear it! I'll go and look for him. {looks off i..) Ah, hbre hs comes now I Enter, Sambo, cautiously, h. 1 e. Sambo. Golly, I jess 'scaped and dat's all I Golly, I wonder -»vh;ir missie Mab am ! JIab. {slaps him on shoulder) Hallo, Sambo ! Sambo, (throws up hands — frightened) I — Golly, whar did you come from? Mab. I don't know, Sambo; but I want you to tell me all about it. Now, first of all, tell me who I am. I want the truth. Sambo. Tut, tut, chile, not so loud ! In de fust place, your father is a gentleman, and your mother is dead. One night four- teen years ago, your father, mother, you and me, all go cross de country fo' health. Your mother's health was bery poor ; we got lost; den we see a light and we go to it. We ask dat feller Jack, if we can stay all night and he says yes; we go to bed. Pretty su'oii two men come, take you and gib you to dat ole hag, Jane; dey tie me in de barn and den dey send massa and missie off in de iii2;h^j and I neber see dem any mo' ! {wipes eyes with coat slav-B Mab. Tell me where they live and what my name is, quick! Sambo. Dey lib in Florence and your name is Mabel Evans. Mab. Thank God — oh, thank God! (kneels c.) I here swea.r la avenge my father's wrongs. 2ambo- Amen, missie, amen. Why, chile, you look jess Ilka 10 WILD MAB. your mother. I'd know you in a minute ; yes, missie, 'deed 1 would. Mah. Ah, Sambo, you don't Ivnow what a load is lifted from my heart. (throws arms about his neck and weeps Sambo. Tut, tut, chile, brace up; you neber fear. Jack won't hurt you. Dar, dar, chile, you git sick, bery sick if you take on dis way. Mab. God bless you. Sambo ! ISambo. Dar, honey, now you'se all right. Massa Jack won't liurt you. I won't let him. Mab. Hurt me— ah, let him try it once! (Zoois l.) Oh, my God! here lie comes. (starts r. Sambo. Eun, missie, run — I'll stay here and listen. [exit Mab, k. — Sambo sits on rock and whistles Enter, Jack, l. 1 e. Jack, (see Sambo) What In the deuce are you doing here? Sambo, [rolling his eyes) Can't you see I'se restin'. Jack. You were talking to some one ; I heard you. Sambo, (aside) Golly, 1 wonder if he did? (aloud) Oh, you'se fco'.in' now ain't youy I was jess sayin' my prayers, massa, I — I — •lack. Shut your jaw or I'll smash it for you. Sambo. Golly, you can't smasli dis jaw in one blo>v — no, sah ! Better not try it, massa. Jack. I'll shoot your old head off if you don't tell m3 the Gospel truth about— Sambo. 'Deetl, you know heap 'bout Gospel truth, doan you? [holds sides and laughs Jack. Shut up, you fool ! Sambo, if you ever give away any- thing, I'll kill you — do you hear? Sambo. Gib 'way anyting; Aval, now, how de debble am to gib 'way anyting when I ain't got nothin' to gib? Jack. Ha, ha, ha! that's very true. Sambo; but you know what 1 mean. i Sambo, (laughs) Yes, you tole me dat fourteen years ago, massa. (Jack shudders — aside) Golly, he doan like it. Jack. You black imp, I will kill you ! [springs at him Enter, Mab, r. — aiming pistol at Jack. Mab. Touch him if you dare ! SCENE II— Woods— Night. Enter, Sambo and Jack, r, 3 e. Jack. Well, Sambo, do you think Wild Mab knows anything about that aflf'^ir? Sambo. 'Deed I don't, least ways she neber say anyting to dis chile, [aside) Gory mighty, what a whopper dat w;is! Jack, (looking at him sternly) Are you telling me the truth? Don't you dare to lie to me. Sambo. Golly, yes — I neber told a lie in my life but once (aside) Gosh, I guess he can see clear through me! Jack. Only once — and when w;i>; that? Sambo. Long time ago, massa, it w;is down in Virgiuia, when I went to school; oh, Lordy I (laughs) I put a pin on dc ciuiii-— do WILD MAB. 11 school maara's chair and, ob course she sot down on chit phi. Ha, ha, ha I Oh, golly, I jess see her now, 1 kin. Jack, {sneeringly) Well, did she stay there? Sambo. Say, niassa, would you stay dar if ^'ou was she? Golly, I ^uess not ! Ha, ha, ha ! Jack. Well never mind now; let's get home. Sambo. Yes, doan care if I do ; I'se ready, massa. {exeunt L. 1 E. Enter, Pete, k. 1 e. — looks around. Pete. Confound it, anjMvaj' ! Jack wants to marry the girl, and still he is afraid of her ; he hinted about slmtting her up, but he ■won't let me touch her. Ah, here comes Pat ! Enter, Allen, disguised as Pat, r. 3 e. — Well, Pat, did you see anything of her? {looks about Fat. Ough, the divil a bit did I see! Sure, I can't git me hand on her at all, at all. (spifs on hands) Ah, I'd loike to jist git my hands on her, so I would I Fete. Wal, maybe A'er'll have a chance purty soon. Fat. Yis, sor; that's what I'd loike. Yis, sor; I'd show ye fellers that I could handle the gal — faith, an I would! Fete. Wal, come along, Pat, and we'll scoot around a bit. Fat. Och, divil a bit will I go now. Sure, and I'll be after Icokin' round by mesilf, go I will! Fete. Jest as ye like, I don't care I (exit r. 1 e Fat, {loatches him off — takes off lohiskers) Yes, and I will keep my eyes and ears open to all that happens. Ah, you little know who I am; but you'll tind out in time. If I can only induce Wild Mab to go away with me, I'll show you how I can manage the girl. {puts on lohiskers— exit R. 1 B. SCENE III— Interior of Cahin—JkSK smoking, r. c. , Enter, Mab, c. d. Jane. Wharyebeen? Mab. What do .you want to know for — so you can tell Jjick? Jane, (doggedly) Wal, I think he ought to know whar his future wife goes to. Mab. You do, eh ? If you mean rae, you'd better ask Wild Mab if you can, before you give any titles. Jane. 1 ain't givin' aiiy— whatever j^e call 'era. Mab. {throiuing up hat and catching it) Don't know what titles is, whew ! Say, old gal, where was you raised, eh? Jane. Wasn't raised at a 1, I growed up. Mab. That's what I thought; but you grew in a very bad place. Say, wasn't you and Jack picked off the same tree? Ha, ha, ha! Whew ! I wouldn't be in your shoes for love nor money. {dances about with chair Jane. Shct up, ye fool — or don't j'e know enough? Mab. 'J'hat part of my education was badly neglected. I never learned to shut up. (letting chair fall Jane. Get out with ye! Mab. I don't have to— I just came in. Enter, Jack, c. d. — catches Mab in his arms. Jack. Mab, you're the handsomest girl I ever saw. 12 WILD MAB. Mob. {pushes him atmy) Hold on, sonny, T don't allow every- body sucli liberties, and ninch less you, Jack Thorn! Jack. Say, Mab, 1 feel mighty queer lately ; what do you think ails me? ,- Mab. (leaning on back of chair) Probably the small pox or brain fever. Jack. No, it's love! I love you, Mab, and you know it, don't you, darling? Mab. {shaking head) Don't you darlhig me, I wa n't raised a pet. Jack. Mab, I could make a great lady of you, if you would be my wife. Mab. {eyeing him sharply) Say, Jack, why don't you tell me who I am, and where my parents are, ancl all about it? Jack. Because I don't know wlun-e they are. Mab. Is that so? Don't you know that I would have to have another name before 1 could marry you? Jack. Oh, that cuts no figger with me ! {puts hands in pants pocket Mab. Well, I wants you to understand that it cuts a big figger with WiW Mab. (brings fist down on table Jack. Come, Mab, don't quarrel with me. Give me a kiss. (going toioard her Mab. I ain't built that way ! Say, Jack, you are black all over. Jack, (going to looking-glass) Am I— what with ? Mab. (speaking slowly) "With sin! (Jack raises hand to strike — Mab folds aims and faces him) You had better use the dagger, it will go deeper. Strike! strike! 1 tell you and may the curse of Mabel Evans haunt you as long as you live ! Jack. Have a care, Mab, how you speak to me ! Enter, Pei% c. d., throios coat over Mab, and carries her off, R. 1 s;., screaming. ACT III. SCENE I — Hoom in cabin — chair, r. — table, L. — cot, c. Mab discovered laying on cot. Mab. {sitting np and putting tied hands to head) Where am I? Oh, I remember, now! (clinches fist — loalks about room) I am traped, traped, and what for ! {goes to door and pounds — then to icindav) and screams — taring ing hands) Oh, merciful Heavens, help me! Oh, Sambo, Sambo, where are you? Help, help! Oh, liow this rope hurts my hiinds. Oh, God, give me freedom once more! {sits by table) If I could only die— if 1 could only die! (noise outside) Hark! someone is coming. Pete, {outside) Oh, the devil ye say— ye needn't think ye can fool me, for ye can't! I watch the gal jist as close as a mouse. Oh, I will, I will ! Jack, ioutsidf) Well, what did you tie her little hands for? (she starts Pete, {outside) Wal, ye sec them little hands slapped me once, and I am having revenge, see? If ye don't like it ye can kick and be blowed ! Jack, (outside) Give me the key — I will talk with her. (Mab sits at table and bows head WILD MAB. 13 Enter, Jack, c. d.— sees Mac. Jack, (aside) Ah, she feels kind of sore about it ! I will try and bring her to time, {aloud) Mab, I regret that this has happened ! Dearest, look up; I have come to release you. Darling, I love you and I will make you a good husband. Mab, I am not the man you think me; 1 am not a murderer — I am innocent of that crime. Mab, be mine ! (kneels by her — she raises hands above head Mab. Prove it, Jack Thorn ! Pjove it to the world, and I will believe you ; but not till then. Ah, not till then ! (Jack starts up and catches her in his arms Jack. Ah, Mab, you have given me hope ! Say that you love me! Mab. (pushes him back) Say that I love you ? No, never — never! What have you done to make me love you? Jack Thorn, I hate you— I loathe your very name, villain that you are ! Untie my hands if you love me ; this rope cuts me so. Jaek. (searching to see if she has revolver) Mab, I will untie the rope, to show you that I love you. (unties rope and throws it on table Mab. Thank God, I am free once more ! Jack, I am grateful to you for untying my hands ; I'll never forget you for that. Jack. Mab, I ask you once more to become my wife, and I'll make you happy ; refuse, and suffer torture of the worst kind ; what's your answer ? Mab. Villian, I'll starve first! I'd die before I'd be your wife! Leave me before I go wild — go I (pointing to D. Jack, [holds out arms) Mab, come now or never I Mab. Never, Jack Thorn, never! Go, I tell you, go ! Jack. I will go, but you will be sorry for this ! (exit c. D. Mab. (picks up chair and throws it after him) Take that, you devil ! Enter, Pete, c. d., hurriedly. Pete, (advancing threateningly) What do jcr mean by that, gal? Mab. I mean that you will get the chai; uver your head, if you don't get out of here. (picking up chair as if to strike Fete. Wal, now I'd like to see ye do it — darned if I wouldn't! Mab. I never disappoint any one when I can help it. (she hurls chair Pete throws hand up to head— squeezes sponge filled with red — then staggers back — springs toward Aer— Mab chokes him and he falU heavily to floor, Mab. Oh, merciful heaven , what have I done? Enter, Pat and Sambo, r. 1 e. — Oh, Pete, speak to me! Speak, I beg of you! (bends over him) Dead! dead : and I his murderer— I? Oh, God in heaven, you ais my witness ! 'Pat \ & > (starting forward) And so are we ! Sambo. ) Mab. (screams — springs past them) Don't touch me ! (runs out c. D. Pat. Sambo, that girl is as innocent as you or I. (bending over Pete) Pete! Pete, what the divil ye slapin' here for — are ye drunk or dramin' ? Come, get up, ye spalpeen ! (Pete groans} U WILD MAS. Ocli, ye lazy baste, git up ! (Pets »-»'ses and looks arouno Fete. Whar is the gal ! What yer been doiii', say? Sambo. We doaii know, massa, but she done gone; yes, sah; she ain't nowhar! Fete. Then go and hunt for her. Allen. Devil a bit will I hunt! Faith an ye can't foind her any way. Fete. Wal, if she don't turn up before long we know what to ex- pect, that's all! I'll go and tell Jack and ye fellers hunt the gal or get a taste of this ! (points pistol— exit, c. v. Fat. Now is our chance, come on ! Sambo. Gory mighty, I jess so tickled I doan know whar to go fust ! Fat. Co:ne, Sambo, we must get to Florence before Mab does come on ! (starts off, R. Sambo. I'se coming, massa, I' se coming! (xolly, I feels like I used to was when old manmy would gib dis child warm pap ! Golly, I jess take dat little joker long wid me. [takes pistol— exit k SCENE II — Woods. Scream heard outside. Mab. (outside) Get up, Prince, my noble horse ! Oh, God — he has broken his leg ! Prince — Prince, I must leave you. Oh, why couldn't I be saved this sorrow? It seems that everything goes against me. Dead! Ah, Prince, my pet, I wish I, too, were dead. Farewell, my noble steed ! Enter, Mab, k. 1 e. — Which way shall I go? Merciful Heavens, I am lost — lost! Where shall 1 go? Ah, Father in Heaven, guide my steps, (shouts and whistles, r.) Oh, they are coming after me — they shall not take me — I will hide. (runs off l. 1 e. Enter, Pat and Sambo, k. 1 e., hurriedly. Sambo. Golly, marsa, I'se mos' out ob breaf ! I jess run as fast, as I can and den she done get up and leave. Golly, it jess broke dis chile's heart — I heard it snap when the string broke. Pat. Oh, innocence, you're all right! Come on, probably we can overtake her before long. Sambo. I hope so, I hope so, massa ; but I'se feared we can't. Fat. Well, we'll try. Sambo, and with God's help, we will suc- ceed, (exit L. 3 K. Sambo. Amen, massa . amen ! (exit l. 3 e. SCEJSfE III— Parlor in Mr. Evans' house— table, r. c.—sofa^ L. — chairs, r. and l. Mab discovered on sofa. Mr. Evans bending over her. Allen (&k4 Sambo, r. Evans. Ah, Bert, I feel as one in a dream. It seems to good t3 be true. Sambo. Yes, dat's what I tink, massa. I tink I wake up bery soon and flu' I'se been sleepiu'. (scratches head and pinches himself WILD MAS. U i:vans. Well, Sambo, you will remain with me, whether you wake up or not, {extending hand to him Sambo, {taking hand and shaking) Bress de I-ord ! Bress de Lord ! Massa Ebans jess clean gone on dis chile, Ruah ! {laughs Allen. Ha, ha, Sambo, old boy! You feel almost as young as you used to, don't you? {slapping him on shoulder Sambo. Almost? Why, massa Allen, you doan knovv what you talkin' bout! Golly, I'se mos' tickled to deaf! {laughs Mab. {raising up) Where am I? Sambo, don't let them hurt me! Please don't! {holds out arms piteously to him Sambo, (going to her) Dar, dar, missie, dey won't hurt you. We's all right, Mab; we's to dat place I tole you 'bout, see, missie? Ole Sambo done take care ob you, honey. Dis place am de city ob Florence, whar you was born, chile ; dis place am all right. {piits arm around her Mab. Who's that man over there? (points to Evans— sees Allen) Oh, there's the Irishman— take me away ! Don't let him touch me — don't I Evans, (bends over her) Mabel, my child, you are safe here. Mab. {springs up from sofa — kneels at his jeet, loeeping) Oh, sir, have pity on a poor girl — save me, please save me from them ! I never meant to kill him; indeed I didn't! He dared me to strike him. I was wild with grief and I struck him ; he would have killed me but I choked him to death. I didn't mean to— oh. sir, have mercy on me I Evans. What's this you say, child ? I don't understand ; tell me all about it. {raises her in his arms — gently strokes her hair Mab. Sambo told me that my name was Mabel Evans and that my father lived in Florence, my mother was dead and Jack Thorn stole me when I was a little baby; that's all I know about my pa- rents. One night Jack and I quarreled and I told him to strike me and the curse of Mable Evans would haunt him as long as he lived; he dropped into a chair and Pete, throwing :i coat over my head, carried me off and locked me in a room. J rk came to me and offered to marry me. I refused and we hai u quarrel ; Pete heard the noise and rushed into the room. 1 was wild with rage. I choked him — I think I killed him ; but don't let them touch me I {clings to him helplessly Evans. There, there, child, no one can harm you here. Go witli the servant, you will find some clothes ready for you and when you are dressed, come to me; 1 will be in this room. All will yet come right, {leads her to door — exit Mab, r, 3 e.) At last I have found hei'. 1 have waited so long, oh, so long! but those villains shall be made to sufler for this. Ah, my angel wife, if you had but lived to see this happy day! Ah, Bert — you know not how I feel towards you ! I never can repay you and Sambo. Allen. Mr. Evans, I ask nothing for what I have done. Sambo. Golly, massa, if you'll let dis yer nigger lib wid you and missie Mab, I got all I want, {rubs hands together— edges up to him Evans. Sambo, j^ou may live with us the rest of your days. {looking out K. E.) Ah, here "comes Mabel! I,eave me now— I would be alone. (exit Allen and Samso, &^ Enter, Mab, r. 3 b. Mab. Ah, sir, I will never forget your kindness! May you reap your reward in Heaven, for defending a lone girl. £«ans. M.abel, my child, can you— that is, will you— well» well^ 16 WILL MAB. I hardly know how to tell you. Mabel, I am your father. Cat you realize it? If you believe me, darling, come ! {holding out his arms Mah. You ! Are you my faiher ? No, no— it cannot be ! Ah, sir, do not tempt me ! Evans. Mabel, my child, it is fourteen long weary years since 1 saw you last — will you not believe me? \still holding out arms Mah. Ah, sir, I will trust you with my life I {goes to him) but tell me all about it. Evans. Ah, child, it is very little that I have to tell for Sambo has told you all, except that I am your fathe; your mother is dead and the gentleman who told you that he was a private detective is my best friend — his name is Bert Allen. Mah. Bert Allen — why 1 like him ever so much. I'll like him better, now that you do. Oh, say, you're too good to last! Evans. "Well, we'll see who'll last the longest! {noise heard outside) Hark — what's that noise? Mah. Oh, Heavens — it's that Irishman again ! {wrings hands Voice, {outside) You shall not see her ! Mr. Evans won't let you. Pat. {outside) The divil he won't! Sure and ye don't onything about it — ye list kape still now ! Voice, {outside) How do you know she is here? Pat. {outside) Faith, and I saw her pretty face in the window jist now. Och, let go of me — now, now ! {breaks away^ Enter, Pat, l., out of breath. — Grcb, here ye are I {bowing to them Evans. Where did you come from ? Pat. Begob, I came from Devil's Camps, and it's good news I'm bringing ye. {turns to Mab, who clings to Evans Mah. How did you get here, Pat? Pat. The same as ye did, only 1 rode and ye walked. Mah. How did you know I was here ? Pat, Sure, I followed ye. Mab. Pat, did— did— . {aside) Oh, how can I ask him 1 {turns away Pat. Do ye mean Pete? {edging up to her Mab. Yes, yes— tell me all ! Tell me all ! {pacing floor Pat. And what do you want to know? Mah. The worst — the very worst ! Pat. Be aisy now, there's no worst about it. Faith, it's all good. Sure, it's loike the pills me mother used to take — they be covered with sugar. {grinning Mab. What do you mean — didn't I kill him ? Pat. No; ye ain't got strength enough in thim little hands to kill a fly, let alone the devil ! Ha, ha, ha! He jist got up and swore like all git out ; he were more scared than hurt, he was, so he was. {puts hands in pockets Mab. Oh, thank God! What a load is lifted from my heart. {throws arms about her father's neck — loeeps Pat. (aside) Begorra, I'd loike to be the ould mon mesilf. Evans. Well, Pat, you may stay here to-night, if you wish. Pat. All roighc, sor; I'll stay wid ye, sor, I will— sure, «ad 1 will J niver fear about that. WILD MAB. If Evans. Very well, I bid you good-night, (aside to him) Take the same room, Bert. Fat. Good-night to ye ! Enter, Sambo, l. 3Iab. Good-night, Pat, may Heaven bless you. Pat. Good-night. {taJces her hands) May the ould man niyer forgitye. {exit, ' ISI. \-ii and 'Eva'ss, n.) Begorra, 1 wouldn't moind Lein' theculd man's ?on-iii-]aw niesilf ! Faith, I wouldn't! (takes off disguise) If Jack Thoi-n don't find himself in the divil's own nest, then yon can sl.— Sambo singing ^^ Yankee- BoadU** 18 WILD MAS. SCENE II— Parlor in Mr. Evans' house. Mr. 'E.YA.y.z cisrnvcred reading paper. Evans. Well, well, this is strange at any rate. Mabel is in love with Bert Allen ; but still she is so cool to him. I wonder if she would tell me about it; ha, ha, ha! not very likely ! Enter, Mab, e. 1 E. Mah. Hallo, papa! I am going to have company tliis morning and they are going to be reee ved in this room, too. {glancing shyly at him Evans, {laughs) Are they? Well, I am going down to the jffice ; good-bye ! Mah. Ta, ta! {exit, Evans, l. 1 e.) There, he has gone. I wish Mr. Allen would come. I believe I've got what Jack calls the heart disease; but it's a good kind to have, just the same. {sils at table — turns leaves of hook Enter, Sambo, l. I E. — hows very low. Sambo, {grins) A gemman wishes to speak wid you, missie. Mob. {starting up) Who is it. Sambo? Sambo. Well, you see, missie, it's dot Irishman, Pat. Mab. Pat? I wonder what he wants. Sambo, show him in. Sambo. Yes, missie. {aside) Golly, I wish I could watch dem ! {exit L. Mab. I wonder what he's after, now ! Enter, l. 1 e.. Sambo and Allen, still disguised as Pat. . Sambo. Mistah Paddy ! {aside) Golly, he mos' as good looking as dis darkey am ! {bows and exits l. •Mab. In the name of all that's good, where did you spring from, 'Pat? Allen. Faith, and -where did ye think I come from ? Mab. The Lord only knows, I don't ! Allen. Sure and that's wliat I think mesilf. Didn't Mr. Allen tell ye where I was? Mab. No; did he know where you were? Allen, (aside) Now for a triul test! {aloud) Indeed he did. Say, ain't ye a leetle bit gone on that feller? ' {edging up to her Mab. Am I? I am more than gone on him. Allen. Faith, and I kinder thought so. Mab. Yes. Pat, I Jove him; he is my ideal. Give me his love and I will ask for nothing more. Ah, vvliat wouldn't I give if he were here! Allen. Faiih, and couldn't I tell him ! Mab. Do you think he would care to listen to you? Allen. Indeed he would I Begorra, mony'sthe time we've talked about ye — he's clane gone on ye, sure now I Mab. {clapping hands) Oli, he loves me too, does he? Allen. Sure> Jtiid if he didn't, he'd be a worst baste than he is now. Now, can't ye write a letter or something to ask him to come to see ye I Sure, he, 11 come as quick as lightning! Mab. Will lie? I'm going to try it just for fun. Wait till [ re- turn. Allen. That's it— now ye be quick about it. {exit Mab, ji.) Now I'll just fool her once. WILD MAB. 19 Enter, Mab, e., with letter, Mab. (hands letter) YfS, liere it is I Now, you must make be- lieve you found ir, see? 'Jlien lie won't suspect anything. Allen. All roight— I'll jist be alter reading it, so I won't git caught telling i:es. {reads letter) Now, would ye be after telling all this to Mr. Allen? Mab. Yes, and a good deal more, Pat — Allen. Mr. Allen, if you please, {takes off disguise and bows) I wish you would repeat what you said just now. Mab. Wluit doL'S this meaii — can it be that Bert Allen and Pat are the same ? Allen. As true as my love for you, Mab I (puts arms around her) "Will you be mine, dearest? I love you dearer than life itself! Mab. {lauijhing) What's your terms? Allen. Unconditional surrender! M(xb. AVell, 1 suppose I might as well first as last. Enter, Evans and Sambo, l. 1 e. Evans. WeP, well — what does this mean? Mab. Wliy, it — it means — well — it — Sambo. 1 golly, massa, dat's jess what I said when I put dat pin on de schoorteacher's char. Ha, ha, ha! ! Eoans. I guess you hardly know what it means. Ha, ha, ha! Sambo. Hold on, massa; missie doan do anyting wid bar eyes ehut, dat am a fae', suaii ! Evans. Well, I think it means — Paddy has caught her at last. Sambo. (la^Kjhs) Dat's it, massa, dat's it — suah null"! Evans. Oh, I've known that this long time. Mab. Why didn't you tell me? Evans. Because we knew that was the only way to catcb you, do you see ? Allen. And we succeeded— do you forgive us? 3Iab. Yes, with all my heart. Evans. Who ever heard a detective asking forgiveness? Mab. You won't be a dective any more, will you? Allen. Well, I will have to watch you after this, J/a&. Watch me— what for? Allen. I don't want you to fall in love with every Irish paddy that comes along. Sambo. Say, boss, dat was your fault. AJlen. That's all right. Sambo ! {takes Mab's hand — leads her to Evans) Mr. Evans, we would like your blessing. Evans. Well, there — may God bless you both, and may you be happy ! Take her, Bert, and may she prove a blessing to you. (Allen j)t(«s arms around her Sambo. Yes, and may the good people here always remember Wild Mab. (tribes to hug himself Mr. Evans, e. Allen and Mab, e. c. Sambo, l. CUETA IN. THE END. PBOPEBTIES. Picture to place on table ; dishes to set table ; tea kettle ; water ; pistols; lamp; detective badge; cot; whiskers for Allen when he disguises as Pat; looking-glass; pipe; bQOk; newspaper; tabJe and chairs. PUBLICiiTIDNS OF THE ■ • National HI Sdionl i DP Elncutinn | Dratnry, Child's Own Speaker. 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