French's International Copyrighted (in England, her Col- onies, and the United States) Edition of the Works of the Best Authors iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mi imiiimmmiiim 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 ■ 11 1 1 1 1 ii 1 1 1 1 ii 1 1 11 1 1 1 1 nun i ii minimi iiimimmimm_ No. 451 The Widow Might A COMEDY IN ONE ACT BY NATHANIEL LADD FOSTER Copyright, 1922, by Samuel French All Rights Reserved CAUTION— Professionals and amateurs are hereby warned that "The Widow Might," being fully pro- tected under the copyright laws of the United States of America and Great Britain, is subject to a royalty, and anyone presenting the play without the consent of the author or his authorized agents will be liable to the penalties by law provided. Applications for the acting rights must be made to Samuel French, 28-30 West 38th Street, New York, N. Y. Price 30 Cents NEW YORK Samuel French Publisher 28-30 West 38th Street LONDON Samuel French, Ltd. 26 Southampton Street Strand r„iiiiiiiiiiiimm»mmmiimmii iiimiimiiimmmiiiiiiimiimiiiiiiiimiimiimiiimiiiiiiimiiimiiimimmuimuiiiimiimmiiii: The Charm School A fascinating comedy in three acts by Alice Duer Mill- er and Robert Milton. 6 males, 10 females. (May be played by 5 males and 8 females). Any number of school girls may be used in the ensembles. Scenes, two inter- iors. Costumes, modern. Plays 2*/2 hours. The story of "The Charm School" is familiar to Mrs. Miller's readers. It relates the adventures of a hand- some young automobile salesman scarcely out of his 'teens who, upon inheriting a girl's boarding school from a maiden aunt, insists on running it himself, according to his own ideas," chief of which is, by the way, that the dominant feature in the education of the young girl of today should be CHARM. The situations that arise are teeming with humor — clean, wholesome humor. In the end the young man gives up the school and promises to wait until the most precocious of his pupils reaches a marriageable age. "The Charm School" has the freshness of youth, the inspiration of an extravagant but novel idea, the charm of originality, and the promise of wholesome, sanely amusing, pleasant entertainment. We strongly recom- mend it for high school production. "The Charm School" was first produced at the Bijou Theatre, New York, and then toured the country. Two companies are now playing it in England. Price, 75 cents. Daddy Long- Legs A charming comedy in four acts, by Jean Webster. The full cast calls for 6 males, 7 females and 6 orphans, but the play, by the easy doubling of some of the char- acters may be played by 4 males, 4 females and three orphans. The orphans appear only in the first act and may be played by small girls of any age. Four easy interior scenes. Costumes modern. Plays 2% hours. The New York Times reviewer, on the hiorning fol- lowing the Broadway production, wrote the following comment: "If you will take your pencil and write down, one be- low the other, the words delightful, charming, sweet, beautiful and entertaining, and then draw a line and add them up, the answer will be 'Daddy Long-Legs.' To that result you might even add brilliant, pathetic and humorous, but the answer even then would be just what it was before — the play which Miss Jean Webster has made from her book, 'Daddy Long-Legs,' and which was presented at the Gaietv last night. To attempt to describe the simplicity and beauty of 'Daddy Long-Legs' would be like attempting to describe the first breath of Spring after an exceedingly tiresome and hard Winter." "Daddy Long-Legs" enjoyed a two-years' run in New York and was then toured for over three years, and is now published in play form for the first time. Price, 75 cents. (The Abovp Are Subject to Royalty When Produced) SAMUEL, FRENCH, 28-30 West 3Sth Street, New York City New and Explicit Descriptive Catalogue Mailed Free on Request The Widow Might A COMEDY IN ONE ACT By NATHANIEL LADD FOSTER Copyright, 1922, by Samuel French All Rights Reserved CAUTION — Professionals and amateurs are hereby warned that "The Widow Might," being fully protected under the copyright laws of the United States of America and Great Britain, is subject to a royalty, and anyone pre- senting the play without the consent of the author or his authorized agents will be liable to the penalties by law provided. Applications for the acting rights must be made to Samuel French, 28-30 West 38th Street, New York, N. Y. New York SAMUEL FRENCH Publisher 28-30 West 38th Street London SAMUEL FRENCH, Ltd. 26 Southampton Street STRAND "The Widow Might" is fully protected by copyright and all rights are reserved. Permission to act, to read publicly, or to make any use of this play must be obtained from Samuel French, 28-30 West 38th Street, New York. It may be presented by amateurs upon payment of a royalty of five dollars for each performance, payable to Samuel French one week before the date when the play is given. Professional rates quoted on application. Whenever this play is produced the following notice must appear on all programs, printing and advertising for the play: "Produced by special arrangement with Samuel Frencl) of New York." ©CI.D H3351 TMP92-009355 m 1 1 * I PERSONS OF THE PLAY Mr. Upton Jenkins Mr. Peter Peters Mrs. Chase Julia The Widow Might Scene : Mrs. Chase's sitting-room in her city apart- ment. Entrance door at right center; two doors at left, one leading into bedroom and the other into bathroom. Bookcase at rear, small desk at right, zvitli telephone on it. Divan at right cen- ter. Table and chairs. At Rise of curtain Mrs. Chase is discovered in a dainty and alluring pajama suit trying to stand on her hands. She is a good-looking woman of about thirty-five. Time: Adorning. (Enter Julia, right center. She is middle-aged, with a rather inquisitive, eager expression.) Julia. Mr. Jenkins has called, ma'am. Mrs. Chase. Mr. Jenkins? Julia. (Reading card) Mr. Up Mr. Upton Jenkins, ma'am. Mrs. Chase. Heavens ! How inopportune. (Sits in chair.) I wonder why he has called at this hour. Julia. If you don't mind my saying so, he seemed as you might say flustered, and breathing a bit fast. Mrs. Chase. Well, I suppose I must see him. It's a little annoying, just as I seemed to be getting it. I must be able to walk on my hands or I can't get that part. Of course, it's only small-time stuff, but for a poor widow with a lovely daughter every lit- tle bit helps. Julia, would you just hold my ankles 5 6 THE WIDOW MIGHT a moment? I want to try it once more. Then I'll change. I must get this. Julia. (Doubtfully) He seemed in quite a hurry, ma'am. fJuLiA reluctantly grasps her mistress' ankles, and Mrs. Chase with her help stands on her hands. At the moment Jenkins enters, looks at the scene in amazement , and backs hastily out.) Mrs. Chase. (Whose back was turned) Who was that? (Rises.) Julia. Mr. Jenkins. Mrs. Chase. Oh, Lord ! Do you think he recog- nized me? Julia. I can't say for certain, ma'am ; but he didn't stay long, so maybe he didn't. Mrs. Chase. (Reflectively) He has never seen me upside down before. I wonder if I look bad that way. In any case, I think it's better that he should not know what I'm doing yet. Julia, you must go and excuse yourself and tell him it was a friend of yours who is practicing for the circus. Say I've just got up and will be ready to receive him in a few minutes. He can wait here. Julia. All right, ma'am. (Starts to go.) Mrs. Chase. And Julia. Julia. (Turning back) Yes, ma'am. Mrs. Chase. I wanted to ask you — that is, do you think you would like to stay with me if — that is, if I should get married? Julia. Oh, ma'am, are you going to get married ? Mrs. Chase. Yes, I might. Julia. Who, ma'am? Mrs. Chase. I don't know yet. It may be sev- eral. Julia. Excuse me, ma'am, but isn't that against the law? THE WIDOW MIGHT 7 Mrs. Chase. I mean, it may be any one of sev- eral. Julia. Oh, yes, ma'am. I'd stay. And if you'll excuse my saying so, I think it would be a good thing for us both. And then there's Katherine, the blessed lamb. Mrs. Chase. (Reflectively) Yes, there's Kath- erine. That's one reason. I wouldn't want her to be married first. A widow makes such a poor mother- in-law. Julia. Yes, ma'am. Mrs. Chase. You may show Mr. Jenkins in. Julia. (Goes out) I wonder if it's he. ^Mrs. Chase goes into bedroom and Julia soon re- enters, followed by Jenkins. The latter is a rather thin, quick-moving, slightly pompous man of about forty-five, with short side whiskers. He is dressed in a dark business suit, and carries derby hat in hand.) Jenkins. (Apologetically) I trust I haven't dis- turbed your mistress. I realize that this is an un- usual hour for a call. Julia. (Dubiously) Yes, sir — I mean, no, sir. Jenkins. (Nervously) And, Julia. Can you tell me whether Mr. — er — Mr. — er — Peters has called re- cently? Has he been here this morning? Julia. No, sir. He was here last night, sir. Jenkins. Last night ! I feared so. And can you tell me — that is — I was waiting to see him at the club, and wondered why he did not turn up. I sup- pose he was here pretty late? Julia. I don't know, sir. I went to bed at twelve. Jenkins. My God! Excuse me, I mean, Good Lord. Julia. I'm sorry, sir, but I couldn't help it. Jenkins. Help it? Oh. no — of course not. I 8 THE WIDOW MIGHT certainly didn't expect you to send Mr. Peters home. I was just wondering. (Hesitates.) I suppose, Julia, you haven't happened to hear anything that would indicate — that is, you haven't seen any indica- tion that would indicate — I mean — dear me — I must make myself clearer. You haven't observed any- thing that would lead you to suppose that she has any serious thoughts in respect to Mr. Peters? Julia. Well, Mr. Jenkins, begging your pardon. Of course I know my place, I hope, and never hear anything that's not meant for my ears — if I can help it. But I did hear her say my dear Peter, or else my dear Mr. Peters. I'm not just sure. Jenkins. Dear me. How inconvenient that his first name is Peter. Still, it can't be helped. Julia. No, sir, I don't suppose it can. Jenkins. (Almost blushingly, as Julia turns to go out) And there's one other thing, Julia. (Fum- bles in his pocketbook nervously.) I've been coming here for quite a long time. Julia. (Looking hopefully at pocketbook) You might say so, sir, although I'm sure there's no one been more welcome. Jenkins. (Eagerly) You think so? That's just what I was wondering. (Produces five dollar bill and hands it to her awkwardly.) I've been meaning to give you some little remembrance for some time. I had intended it for last Christmas, but it slipped my mind. You have had to go to the door to answer my ring a good many times, and I wanted to do a little something for you — not much, to be sure. I wish I could make it more. Julia. Thank you, sir, I wish you could — I mean, thank you. Jenkins. (Taking out another five dollar bill) On second thought, Julia, I think I'll add this. There are so many more things you can get for ten dollars. Julia. I'm sure I can't thank you enough, sir. I THE WIDOW MIGHT 9 never expected anything. Tf I hear the mistress say anything that you might like to hear — I mean, of course, without listening, as you might say Jenkins. Of course. Of course. I quite under- stand. I'm sure I'll appreciate it. You certainly arc a very bright girl, to be sure. Julia. Yes, sir. And thank you again, sir. (Goes out.) Mrs. Chase. (Entering left center. She is dressed in becoming morning gown) Good-morning, Mr. Jenkins. Jenkins. (Turning hastily) Good-morning, good- morning, Mrs. Chase. It is assuredly a delightful morning, is it not? Mrs. Chase. (Smiling) I suppose it is, although it's raining. Jenkins. So it is, to be sure. I had quite for- gotten. (With sudden inspiration.) Perhaps — er — perhaps, Mrs. Chase, it's because it always seems bright and fair — that is, you make everything seem fairly bright — I mean Mrs. Chase. (Coming to his rescue) Why, I've never known you to be so gallant. And on a rainy morning, too. How nice of you to come in the morning. Jenkins. I must apologize for coming at this hour, but — well, I felt it was urgent. You see Mrs. Chase. Oh, you're going on that California trip, after all ? Jenkins. Oh, no. It's not that. Nothing like that, in fact. Quite different, I assure you. (Walks nervously up and dozvn.) Mrs. Chase. (With pretended alarm) You've come to tell me you've got some fatal disease. I felt a foreboding this morning, and yesterday I was reading a story by Conan Doyle, I think it was — about a man who felt a curious tingling sensation in the tip of his tongue, and realized that it was the io THE WIDOW MIGHT beginning of a fatal disease. Is your tongue tin- gling ? Please put it out. Let me see. Jenkins. No, no, Mrs. Chase. I'm as sound as ever, except Mrs. Chase. Except what? Please put out your tongue. I can't tell you how concerned I am. Jenkins. (Reluctantly putting out tongue) There's really nothing, I assure you. But I'm very happy that you should be concerned. Mrs. Chase. Now, please, I can't see it plainly if you continue to talk. There. That's better. The tip seems very red. I wonder if that's a bad sign? Jenkins. I'm sure I'm quite well. But I'm so glad you care. I suppose — I suppose you can have no idea why I came at this unusual hour. Mrs. Chase. Not an idea, now that I find you perhaps have no fatal disease. Jenkins. It's — it's well (Desperately.) I must speak. I want you to marry me, Amelia. Mrs. Chase. (With appearance of surprise) How stupid of me. I ought to have known. Really, I'm discouraged at myself. I might as well never have been married. Jenkins. (Eagerly and nervously) Then I may hope? Jenkins. Hope? About what? Oh, you must forgive me. I was thinking of poor dear Fred. This is the anniversary of his first proposal. Jenkins. How inopportune. Another time then, dear Mrs. Chase. I should not wish to intrude upon your Mrs. Chase. No. No. Not at all. I wasn't sen- timentalizing. Our married life was far from per- fect. Dear Fred's disposition. Jenkins. I think I may say without undue vanity that my disposition is of the best. Moreover, I have acquired a considerable fortune. Mrs. Chase. How interesting. I didn't know. I THE WIDOW MIGHT n seldom give money a thought. Still, it's nice to have. How much have you got? Jenkins. (Surprised) Really, I don't exactly— I didn't refer to it except incidentally. I may say, however, that I'm worth at least three hundred thousand. Mrs. Chase. How splendid! Let's see, that would make just a hundred and fifty thousand apiece. Jenkins. I beg your pardon? Mrs. Chase. Oh ! Of course you might not in- tend to divide it at all. Jenkins. (Somewhat bewildered, but still eager) Why, yes That is, I'll make some arrangement that will be entirely satisfactory, I'm sure. Probably not an equal division. Mrs. Chase. Oh, no ! I should hardly feel jus- tified in taking more than half. Jenkins. (Much embarrassed) Well — er — I didn't mean That is, I thought perhaps one- third Mrs. Chase. Could you get along on that ? Jenkins. I thought perhaps you could. I suppose your late husband left you something? Mrs. Chase. Yes, about fifty thousand dollars. I suppose it would be only fair to divide that, too. Shall we separate it into thirds? Jenkins. Oh, I wasn't meaning to suggest any- thing of that sort. I Mrs. Chase. No, of course not. I have an idea ! We could place my fortune in trust for the children, and use yours for ourselves. Jenkins. (Embarrassed) The children? Mrs. Chase. Oh, I mean your children and mine — not ours, in case Jenkins. Of course, to be sure. In case Then you mean you've decided to accept? Mrs. Chase. Oh, please give me a little time, 12 THE WIDOW MIGHT Upton. I was just thinking of the possibilities of the future, in case I were able Jenkins. (Bracing himself) You mean there's someone else you are considering? (Walking about.) I had feared it. Mrs. Chase. But I haven't said there's any one. Jenkins. (Joyfully) My dear Amelia! I'm so glad. . Mrs. Chase. Please, Upton. You are so im- petuous this morning. I must have time to consider. The whole thing is so unexpected. Jenkins. Tell me one thing. Is Mr. Peters Mrs. Chase. Mr. Peters? Why, do you think he wants to marry me? Jenkins. (Regretting his mistake) No, no. Cer- tainly not. Not at all. Mrs. Chase. How do you know he doesn't want to marry me? Jenkins. You must excuse me, Amelia. I'm very nervous and excited this morning. Of course he wants to marry you. Mrs. Chase. You're sure? Has he said any- thing to you about it? What did he say? Jenkins. (In despair) No, indeed. I didn't mean anything like that. I just meant that any man must want to marry you. Mrs. Chase. Oh. Then he does, doesn't he? Jenkins. Speaking about Mr. Peters. There are certain considerations I ought to point out with re- spect to him. As you know, he is a bachelor used to his own w,ays, and used to being considered first in everything. I fear the fact of your former mar- riage might tend to make things complicated. He would continually feel that you were comparing him to your late husband. Mrs. Chase. Oh, there's no comparison. , Jenkins. You mean Mrs. Chase. I'm sure Peter's ways will be THE WIDOW MIGHT 13 Jenkins. (Alarmed) Will be? Mrs. Chase. I mean would be, of course. And now, Upton, I feel that I must be alone. You can- not know a woman's feelings in such a crisis. I hope you understand how much I appreciate the honor you have done me. Jenkins. And you will give my suit serious con- sideration, my dear Mrs. — I mean, Amelia? Mrs. Chase. Most serious, I can assure you. Jenkins. And I may hope? Mrs. Chase. (Smiling enigmatically) I can see no objection. Jenkins. (Making awkzvard attempt to kiss her hand, and then turning hastily to door zvith hat in hand) Good-bye — Amelia. Mrs. Chase. Good-bye. (As he goes out, Julia enters right center, bearing a tray containing a card. He makes an impul- sive attempt to read card, but is prevented by Julia, and desists guiltily.) Julia. Mr. Peters is calling, ma'am. Mrs. Chase. Mr. Peters? How astonishing! Julia, what day is this? Julia. I think it's the twelfth of October. Mrs. Chase. Is that any holiday, or anyone's birthday, or anything, Julia? Julia. I think, ma'am, if you'll excuse my saying so, it's your birthday, and something about Colum- bus, too. Mrs. Chase. It can't be my birthday. Yes, I fear it is. Heavens! How^time is racing. Julia. If you'll excuse me, ma'am, I will say as how you don't look a day over twenty-five. Mrs. Chase. (Delighted) Julia, you are a jewel. Let me see, how long has it been since your wages were raised? i 4 THE WIDOW MIGHT Julia. Two years last July, ma'am. Mrs. Chase. Then, if you'll remind me on the fourth of next July, I will arrange for an advance. It's so much easier to remember if advances and such things are made on anniversaries. • Julia. That's very kind, I'm sure. Although I will say I have a very strong memory for such things. Shall I show Mr. Peters in? Mrs. Chase. Dear me, of course. I had almost forgotten. (Notices that Julia hesitates.) Is there anything you want to say, Julia? Don't hesitate if there is. You've been with me for a long time. Julia. If you'll excuse me, ma'am, I was just thinking that, as for me, I like Mr. Jenkins the best. Mrs. Chase. (Interested) Really. And just why, Julia? Julia. Well, I don't know. He seems more set- tled down like, and steadier, and I should think like enough more generous. Mrs. Chase. Oh ! Has he given any demonstra- tion of his generosity? Julia. (Hastily) I didn't mean that, ma'am Not to speak of. But he seems that way. Mrs. Chase. Very well, Julia. You may show Mr. Peters in. Julia. Yes, ma'am. (Exits, right rear.) Mrs. Chase. (To herself) I wonder what Peter can have in mind. He can't know it's my birthday, I hope. No, he's much too tactful. (Enter Julia, followed by Peters. He is a zvell- preserved man of the world, about forty, with a very slight tendency to stoutness, but still of an athletic figure.) Julia. Mr. Peters, ma'am. (Goes out.) Peters. (Presenting her with large bunch of vio- lets, and bending gracefully over her hand) For you, donna mia. THE WIDOW MIGHT 15 Mrs. Chase. How nice of you, Peter. How did you happen to present me with violets to-day? Peters. What could be more inevitable? I just happened to see them and they looked so much like you. Mrs. Chase. How sweet of you. I thought at first it might be some holiday. Peters. It is Columbus Day, I believe, but Mrs. Chase. How very patriotic. Peter. And I thought you didn't even take the trouble to vote. Are you sure it's Columbus Day? What did Columbus do on his day, anyhow? Peters. Why, he sailed from Spain or some such country, I believe. It dosn't matter, does it? And about my voting. I believe in voting. Think it's a duty and that sort of thing. But one is so often away on the Tuesdays following first Mondays. However, my special reason for calling this morn- ing has nothing to do with Columbus, or Italy, or Spain (Telephone rings and Julia enters and answers it.) Julia. Mr. Jenkins is at the telephone, ma'am. Mrs. Chase. How unusual. Will you excuse me for a few moments, Peter? I will take it in the other room, Julia. (Exits left center.) Peters. (An idea striking hint as Julia is go- ing out) I say, Julia. Julia. (Tiirning back) Yes, sir? Peters. Julia, I've been calling here for quite a time, I believe. Julia. (Expectantly) Why, yes, sir, I believe you have ; though I'm sure you're always welcome. Peters. You think so? Julia. I'm quite sure, sir. Peters. I've noticed before that you are a very observant girl, Julia, and I was intending to make 16 THE WIDOW MIGHT you a little gift last Christmas, but I was called out of town unexpectedly. Julia. (Astonished) Why, sir, that's almost what Mr. Jenkins said. Peters. Jenkins? Was he here to-day? Julia. He just left, sir. Peters. (Taking a twenty-dollar bill from pocket- book and presenting it to her with an accustomed air) I didn't know Jenkins came here. Perhaps this was on business ? Julia. I'm sorry, sir, but I don't think it was business, as you might say. I don't know for sure, of course, but a girl can't help seeing some things. Oh, sir, I'm afraid twenty dollars is too much. Peters. Of course not. Now, if you should ^Mrs. Chase re-enters, and Julia hastily puts bill into pocket and starts for door.) Mrs. Chase. Well, Julia, you seem to have been entertaining Mr. Peters quite successfully. Peters. I was inquiring about her mother, Amelia. You know my mother takes quite an interest in her. Mrs. Chase. Why, Julia, I thought your mother was dead. Didn't you get two days off last spring on that account? Julia. Well, no, ma'am, she didn't exactly die that time. We thought she was going to, but she has such a constitution, as you might say. Mrs. Chase. Very well, Julia. I'm glad she was spared to you. Nothing further now. (Exit Julia J Peters. Quite a bright girl, that. Mrs. Chase. Yes, Peter, she has quite a bit of information about a number of things, I fancy. Peters. That sounds subtle, or sinister, or some- thing, Amelia. Anyhow, I don't mind admitting that she let fall the information that Jenkins — Up Jen- kins, as they call him at the club, was here before me. THE WIDOW MIGHT 17 Now, Amelia, I've nothing very serious against Jen- kins so long as I don't have to see him, but as an old friend, I must urge you not to consider him in any serious light. Probably you haven't, anyhow. I could hardly imagine it. I fancy he called on busi- ness. Mrs. Chase. He's a manufacturer of baby car- riages, isn't he? Peters. Yes, but what of it? You haven't any babies. Mrs. Chase. No, not at present. Anyway, it seems to be a profitable business. He told me he was worth three hundred thousand dollars, and had a good disposition. Peters. What execrable taste. And I don't be- lieve he's worth a cent over a quarter of a million. As to his disposition, how could he have any left after living with that wife of his for sixteen years, even if he had one to start with, which I'll wager he didn't. Mrs. Chase. It's only fair to say, Peter, that he wasn't exactly boasting about his wealth or his dis- position. He was just arguing. Peters. Arguing? What? Mrs. Chase. What is the matter with you to- day, Peter? You seem unusually truculent. I fear your disposition Peters. (Getting up and going over to Mrs. Chase) No wonder I'm truculent, Amelia. The mere idea of that man Jenkins Mrs. Chase. Now, Peter, please sit down here. (Indicates chair opposite her.) Let's consider this matter. Here was I in my pajamas innocently try- ing to walk on my hands and perform other desir- able exercises for the benefit of my future life — on earth, I mean — when in comes Mr. Jenkins. Peters. I don't doubt it. He wouldn't have the decency to have himself announced. 18 THE WIDOW MIGHT Mrs. Chase. Oh, it probably wasn't his fault. Moreover, he rushed out immediately at the sight of my costume. Peters. The idiot! Mrs. Chase. You need not go on, Peter. Al- though it's true I don't look so bad in my ah — ah — costume. Peters. By Jove ! I should say not. And that reminds me that I came here this morning to ask you just one simple question, and not to discuss that im- possible Jenkins, Amelia Mrs. Chase. Peter! You aren't going to pro- pose, and spoil this delightful conversation, to say nothing of Peters. (Somewhat indignantly) Why not? You know perfectly well we are absolutely suited to each other in all kinds of ways — even if I haven't got three hundred thousand. Mrs. Chase. But, Peter, I thought you had. Not that it is essential. I seldom think of it — except when I need it. But I need it so often. I fear we'd both miss it. Peters. It is convenient, I'll admit. I believe in frankness, especially with you, and I was going to tell you that I've dropped about half my money dur- ing the past few months. I thought the slump was going to end sooner, and acted accordingly. Mrs. Chase. (Reflectively) Perhaps that's what Mr. Jenkins meant about your disposition Peters. Do you mean to tell me that ridiculous — Did he have the effrontery to say my disposition- Mrs. Chase. Calm yourself, Peter, or you'll prove the truth of his suggestion. Peters. Amelia, I simply won't stand this. (Takes both her hands firmly.) You know you wouldn't really consider marrying that old dust bag, if he had twenty millions. Now let's decide whether we'll have a quiet home wedding or elope. THE WIDOW MIGHT 19 Mrs. Chase. (Smiling and slowly releasing her- self) I've never realized you were so elemental. Peter. You almost persuaded me. Rut we're neither of us at the impulsive age any longer, and we must think of consequences. Peters. For one thing, there are two things you appear to have forgotten completely, and that's those two impossible Jenkins children. Could anything be more incongruous than the sight of Mrs. Amelia Jenkins and Katherine going about with Mrs. Chase.- Peter, I don't know what you'll think, but I'm afraid I still have a lot of mother feel- ing in me. The thought of those poor children never having known a real mother Peters. Great Heavens ! You wouldn't be a real mother, and Mrs. Chase. I might to them. Peters. You don't have to marry Jenkins to be a real mother. I Mrs. Chase. But, Peter, you haven't any children. Peters. I never claimed to have. Though I should like some. But Jenkins' children. Pah! Julia. Mr. Jenkins is calling, ma'am. Mrs. Chase. (To Petersj Oh, I quite forgot. He telephoned he had forgotten some important con- sideration, and had some amendment to discuss. Peters. I simply can't see that — Jenkins. I'll just go into another room, while you get rid of him. Please don't waste any time. Then we'll settle about the wedding. (Goes out by door front left.) Mrs. Chase. Peter, I don't believe (Enter Julia, follozved by Jenkins. ) Julia. Mr. Jenkins, ma'am. (Goes out.) Mrs. Chase. I'm certainly complimented, Up- ton, to receive two calls in one morning. Won't you sit down? 20 THE WIDOW MIGHT Jenkins. (Looking around room) I'm very much relieved to find you alone. I thought — at least Julia — I mean, I feared you would not be alone. Mrs. Chase. Did Julia say Jenkins. She — ah, gave me the impression some one else was calling, although she didn't say who it was. Mrs. Chase. Mr. Peters was calling, but he isn't here now. (Glances apprehensively at door.) Jenkins. Mr. Peters ! I feared it. That's one reason I came back. It seemed to me I didn't make entirely plain to you the disadvantages that might well result from a marriage to Mr. Peters. Mrs. Chase. (Ill at ease) But wouldn't it be better to discuss the advantages of marrying you? Jenkins. (Joyfully) Then you've decided? My dear • Mrs. Chase. (Hastily) No, I didn't mean that. I merely meant I thought you hadn't been over that very thoroughly. Jenkins. Very well, let us consider that first. I neglected to say with respect to my two daughters, who are of course very dear to me, that neverthe- less they have reached ages when they may well be sent to a boarding school, which would relieve Mrs. Chase. But that would be one of the rea- sons which might conceivably lead me to consider — Jenkins. My dear Amelia. What a wonderful woman you are. You are prepared to be a real mother to them? Mrs. Chase. Please, Upton, you go too fast. I'm not sure at all. How old are they? Jenkins. (Embarrassed) Why, I believe Susan — that's the older Let me see, she was born two years after my marriage, which was Dear me, I was never good at dates. (Takes out pocketbook and consults paper, and appears to be calculating.) Mrs. Chase. Oh, I mean just approximately. Or THE WIDOW MIGHT 21 couldn't you come back to-morrow? You would have time to get everything looked up by then. Jenkins. (Absorbed) No, I'll have it in a mo- ment. Yes, Susan is just twelve. Mrs. Chase. Quite a difficult age. Jenkins. (Eagerly) But she'll soon be older, and Ella is only ten. Mrs. Chase. But when Susan is fourteen Ella will be twelve. Besides, I can't bear either name. Jenkins. Don't mind that. Both names could be changed. Let me see. What would you prefer? I have it. We could name Susan, Amelia, Jr. Mrs. Chase. Horrors ! Jenkins. It's a beautiful name. (Reflects.) Still, perhaps it would be better to save it for — for (Knob of door to room in which Peters is begins to turn and door to open.) Mrs. Chase. Mr. Jenkins ! (To Peters J Please stop. (Door closes.) Jenkins. (Somewhat bcivildered) I beg your pardon. Yes, certainly I'll stop. I do hope you'll forgive me. I Mrs. Chase. Perhaps we'd better discuss some other topic. How do you find business conditions ? Jenkins. (At home with this topic) I'm glad to find you are interested in business matters. Very few women are. Now, Mrs. Jenkins — er — as I said, few women take any interest in the important sub- ject of business. As to present conditions, I may say that while general conditions are certainly bad, and the sale of baby carriages has fallen off one- third, you will be pleased to learn that the sale of our specialty, "Mother's Delight," has nearly dou- bled. This remarkable carriage is equipped with the Bemis Bouncing Balance, which is so adjusted as to counteract the efforts of the infant to spring out. 22 THE WIDOW MIGHT Mrs. Chase. How very interesting. And you haven't lost money in the stock market? Jenkins. Certainly not. I never gamble. And that reminds me. I have heard on the best of author- ity that Mr. Peters was caught on the wrong side of the market during the recent sensational decline of Mexican Petroleum. And there's another matter, which I dislike exceedingly to mention to one who has been sheltered from the unpleasant side of life, were it not that I feel it to be no less than my duty. Do Mrs. Chase. (Looking at door) I think I'd rather hear about the new baby carriage. Jenkins. Such preference is an excellent indi- cation of your refinement, Amelia, but I feel that I must go on. Do you happen to have heard of a cer- tain person — an actress named Mazie Mallory ? But no, of course no respectable person would know her. (Teters throws door open and rushes in, evidently very' angry.) Peters. I do know the girl you refer to, Mr. Jen- kins, and I must really ask you to be careful what you say about her. If you had had the good for- tune to know a few women like Miss Mallory you'd be a damned sight more (Controlling himself.) Pardon me, Amelia, but you'll admit Jenkins. I wish you to know, sir Mrs. Chase. Please, please. You both seem to have forgotten that I am here. Peters. Forgive me, Amelia. Jenkins. My dear Amelia, you must excuse my severity, although you will admit it was not without cause. (Looks coldly at Peters J And now perhaps Mr. Peters will explain his presence in your — your Mrs. Chase. It was the bathroom, I fear, THE WIDOW MIGHT 23 Jenkins. Bathroom! I never heard of such ef- frontery. Peters. I will thank you, Jenkins, to keep your thoughts to yourself. Neither Mrs. Chase nor I care to listen to them. I may say, Amelia, that I mis- took your bathroom for your bedroom, and Jenkins. Bedroom ! I should say that was even more inexcusable. And I must say, Amelia, I don't mite understand your attitude in this matter, al- though Mrs. Chase. I think it's hardly necessary for you to understand, Mr. Jenkins. I really think it will be better not to continue this conversation at this time. Jenkins. (Taking his hat) I think you are right. I have no doubt it will be better for me to call to- morrow, which I will try to do. We can then, I trust, continue the discussion which was so unfortunately interrupted. (Looks significantly at Peters.) I ought to say, however, that I have in mind a some- what different idea with respect to my property. Mrs. Chase. I quite agree. Good-bye. Jenkins. Good-bye, Amelia. Perhaps it would be best for you to communicate with me by letter. Mrs. Chase. Yes. Or perhaps the telephone would be better. You may expect to hear from me to-morrow. (He goes out.) Peters. Thank heaven that's done. How you could ever have given a thought to that idiot, even partly in jest, is more Mrs. Chase. Calm yourself, Peter. He really isn't as bad as he seems to you. He has some good qualities, and then there's Katherine. She is getting quite beyond my income. I fear, Peter, you do not bring out Mr. Jenkins' good qualities. Peters. He hasn't any good ones. But let's for- get him. (Seriously.) Amelia. I believe there's no use putting things off. Don't you think it- would be better for us to get married quietly at once? I'm 24 THE WIDOW MIGHT afraid you'll marry anyone who turns up, on ac- count of Katherine. Mrs. Chase. (Seriously) Peter, dear, I have to think of Katherine. Perhaps I ought not to, but she's become so accustomed to having all sorts of luxuries, and is so incapable of getting along with- out them — my fault, I'll agree — that I must think of her. Do you realize that she's seventeen ! And then, think of ourselves— our delightful relationship. We don't want to spoil it. We're both used to luxuries and you've been a free and independent bachelor for a long time. Peters. But I could change, I'm sure. Mrs. Chase. It's not so easy for an old leopard like you, Peter, to substitute stripes for spots. Espe- cially with your income so much reduced. (Enter Julia. ) Julia. Professor Willing is calling, ma'am. Mrs. Chase. Professor Willing? How delight- ful ! Tell him to wait, Julia. Julia. Yes, ma'am. (Goes out.) Peters. Is that John Willing? Mrs. Chase. I think so, Peter. Peters. (Walking about) I didn't know you knew him. Is he — that is Mrs. Chase. I don't know, Peter. I haven't known him long, but he seems very nice. (Reflec- tively.) I suppose he's poof, like most teachers. Peters. Poor! I should say not. On the con- trary, he's heavily endowed. Must be worth a mil- lion. But Mrs. Chase. A million ! Why, how surprising. I always had the idea that professors, though cul- tured and that sort of thing, were inclined to be poor. A million! That's four times three hundred thous- and, isn't it ? (She appears to be considering deeply.) THE WIDOW MIGHT 25 Peters. Not quite. But it's fifteen times what I've got. However, it doesn't matter. He's very young, anyway. Not over thirty-two. (Takes her hands.) Let's discuss more important things. I do hope you'll agree with me, Amelia, that a quiet wed- ding is best. So just tell me when, and I'll go and see about a license and a lot of other things. And we mustn't keep Willing waiting longer. Mrs. Chase. (With sudden resolution) No, we mustn't keep him waiting. I'm sorry, Peter, dear, but I simply can't do it. I don't dare run the risk of spoiling our delightful friendship and substitut- ing what might be an unsuccessful marriage Peter, what is one-fifteenth of a million? Peters. (Releasing her hands and smiling just the least bit cynically) Whatever it is — I'm afraid it wouldn't be enough. Well, let's be friends, just as before.. I don't believe John — or Upton — or — or anybody, will object. Mrs. Chase. Peter ! What are you going to do ? Peters. Go back to the stock market. I ought to be especially lucky now. Mrs. Chase. Oh, Peter! If you are. you'll let me know, won't you? Peters. (Smiling) I might. Good-bye. (Teters goes oat and Julia enters with flowers.) Julia. Prof. Willing couldn't wait, ma'am, but he left these flowers Mrs. Chase. How perfectly darling! Let me have them. What taste he has ! Julia. Yes, ma'am. He said to tell you Mrs. Chase. Wait a minute, till I put these in water. How wonderfully expensive they look. Julia. Yes, ma'am. (Telephone rings. Mrs. Chase answers it, holding flowers in hand.) 26 THE WIDOW MIGHT Mrs. Chase. Hello ! Oh, how do you do ? It's so long since I've heard your voice, Mr. Ames What did you say? The wire buzzes so. Which do I prefer, purple orchids or American Beauties? Oh, Mr. Ames — how perfectly wonderful. Wait a min- ute (She rises, leaving the receiver hanging. To Julia.) Mrs. Chase. Julia, this is a moment. Purple orchids or American Beauties — or these darling gar- denias. It's so hard to choose. Julia. Oh, ma'am. Orchids and American Beau- ties? He must be awful rich. Mrs. Chase. Oh, he is. He has millions. Flow- ers like that are nothing to him. But they're a lot to me. They must mean — everything. He wouldn't want to send them unless — Julia, I think he wants to marry me. What shall I do? Julia. Well, ma'am, why not marrv him? Mrs. Chase. I would, but there's Professor Will- ing. He's such a charming man. Julia. Yes, but Mrs. Chase. And a million is quite enough, isn't it? Julia. Yes, ma'am, it would be for me, but Mrs. Chase. But millions are better, aren't they? I know what I'm going to do. (She seizes telephone again.) Dear Mr. Ames, why are you so good to me? Because of old times? Oh, you mean What's that? You're going away? For five years? The flowers are to say farewell for you ? Oh ! In that case I don't care which it is. I hate orchids and roses make me sneeze. Good-bye. (Hangs up receiver.) Julia, these are the loveliest flowers I ever saw. Put them in water at once. And don't bruise them, the dear things. I must write to John at once. Do you know where he lives, Julia ? I want you to take a note to him. I must see him before the dav is over. THE WIDOW MIGHT 27 Julia. Yes'm. I know where he lives. He told me. He asked me to bring him an answer to his message. Mrs. Chase. His message ! What message ? Julia. His message to Miss Katherine. The flow- ers are for her. He wants to call on her to-night. Mrs. Chase. Katherine ? Oh ! (She tosses the flowers carelessly on to the divan. She speaks severely.) Julia, I have been interrupted quite enough this morning. Please call Mr. Jenkins and tell him I shall not be at home again for a month. No, make it a week. (She goes out while Julia calls a number on the telephone, but does not get it. In a few moments Mrs. Chase reappears in a charming lingerie costume which is mostly knicker- bockers.) Mrs. Cliase. Julia, I must get walking on my hands to-day. (She turns a cart-wheel.) Anyway, I've got that thing at last. Julia. Ain't you going to marry again? Mrs. Chase. (Reflectively) Well — I might. CURTAIN BILLETED. A comedy in 3 acts, by F. Tennison Jesse and H. Harwood. 4 males, 5 females. One easy interior seer-. A charming comedy, constructed with uncommon skill, and abounds with clever lines. Margaret Anglin's big- success. Amateurs will find this comedy easy to produce and popular with all audiences. Price, 60 Cents. NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH. A comedy in 3 acts. By James Montgomery. 5 males, 6 females. Costumes, modern. Two interior scenes. Plays 2^ hours. Is it possible to tell the absolute truth — even for twenty-four hours? It is— at least Bob Bennett, the hero of "Nothing But the Truth," accomplished the feat. The bet he made with his business partners, and the trouble he got into — with his partners, his friends, and his fiancee — this is the subject of William Collier's tremendous comedy hit. "Nothing But the Truth" can be whole-heartedly recommended as one of the most sprightly, amusing and popular comedies that this countrv can boast. Price, 60 Cents. IN WALKED JIMMY. A comedy in 4 acts, by Minnie Z. Jaffa. 10 males, ? females (al- though any number of males and females may be used as clerks, etc.). Two interior scenes. Costumes, modern. Plays 2^2 hours. The thing into which Jimmy walked was a broken-down shoe factory, when the clerks had all been fired, and when the proprietor was in serious contemplation of suicide. 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Lippmann, author of the "Martha" stories. 5 males, 5 females. Three interior scenes. Costumes modern. Plays 2\\ hours. It is altogether a gentle th.ag, this play. It is full of quaint hu- mor, old-fashioned, homely sentiment, the kind that people who see the play will recall and chuckle over to-morrow and the next day. Miss Lippmann has herself adapted her very successful book for stage service, and in doing this has selected from her novel the vao\ telling incidents, infectious comedy and homely sentiment ?or the play, and the result is thoroughly delightful. Price, 60 Cents. (The Above Are Subject to Royalty When Produced) SAMUEL FRENCH, 28-30 We? t 38th Street, New York City New and Explicit Descriptive Catalogue Mailed Free on Request Golden Days A comedy of youth, in four acts, by Sidney Toler and Marion Short. 7 males, 10 females. Three interior scenes. Costumes modern. Plays 2y 2 hours. "Golden Days" is a play with all the charm of youth. 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Those who have laughed immoderately at Harry Leon Wilson's story will be greatly amused by the play, which tells the story of a cowed and cred- ulous youth who became kingly when he was tricked into believing himself a reincarnation of Napoleon. "His Majesty Bunker Bean," with Taylor Holmes in the title role, was brought to the Astor Theatre, New York, after a run of 25 weeks in Chicago. A delightful and wholesome farce comedy with no dull moments. Price, 75 cents A Full House A farcical comedy in three acts. By Fred Jackson. 7 males, 7 females. One interior scene. Modern cos- tumes. Plays 2y 2 hours. This newest and funniest of all farces was written by Fred Jackson, the well-known short story writer, and is backed up by the prestige of an impressive New York success and the promise of unlimited fun presented in the most attractive form. A cleverer farce has not been seen for many a long day. "A Full House" is a house full of laughs. Price, 75 cents (The Above Are Subject to Roynlty When Produced) SAMl'EL FRENCH, 2S-30 West 58th Street, New York City New and Explicit Descriptive Catalogue Mailed Q Free on Request LIBRARY OF CONGRESS Clarence A comedy in four acts by Booth Tarkington, author of "The Man From Home," "Penrod," "'The Country Cousin," etc. 5 males, 5 females. Two interior scenes. Costumes, modern. Plays 2% hours. Clarence has no medals, no shoulders bars, no great accomplishment. One of the "five million," he served where he was sent — though it was no further than Texas. As an entomologist he found — on this side of the ocean — no field for his specialty in the great war. So they set him to driving mules. Now, reduced to civil life and seeking a job, he finds a position in the home of one, Wheeler, a wealthy Eng- elwood man with a family. And because he'd "been in the. army" he becomes guide, philosopher and friend to the members of that same agitated and distracted family group. 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