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With a view to obviate the great difficulty experienced by Amateurs (par- ticularly in country houses) in obtaining Scenery, Ac, to flx in a Drawing ltoom, and then only by considerable outlay for hire and great damage caused to walls we have decided to keep a series of Coloured Scenes Mounted on Canvas with roller, or they can be had unmounted on thirty sheets of strong papet andean be joined together or pasted on canvas or wood, according to require ment. Full directions, with diagrams shewing exact size of Back Scenes, Borders, and Wings, can be had free on application. The following scenes are kept in «t«ck. Kept in two sizes. The size of the back scene of the^smaller one is nearly 10 leet long and L 6J feet high, and extends with the Wings and Border to 16 feet long and 8 feet high. The back scene of the large one is 13 feet long and 9 feet high and extends with the Wings and Border to 20 feet long and 11J leet high. It is not necessary to have the scene the height of the room, as blue paper to represent sky is usually hung at the top. F Small Size, with Wings and Border complete, unmounted . . Ditto, mounted Large Size, with Wings and Border complete unmounted Ditto, mounted .. .. Blue Paper 20 inches by 30, per sheet £ s. 1 10 3 3 2 4 4 o n WOOI3» Kept in two sizes, sa:nc as the Garden Scene, and at siru THE FIRST LOCUST THE FIRST LOCUST By HUGH MYTTON Copyright, 1911, by Samuel French, Limited New York SAMUEL FRENCH Publisher 28-30 WEST 3 8th STREET London SAMUEL FRENCH, Lt..> 26 Southampton Street STRAND Cci.D 24057 THE FIRST LOCUST Produced on February 25, 191 1, at the Surbiton Assembly Rooms, with the following cast of characters : — Mrs. Waffron (a young and wealthy widow) . Mrs. Osman Giddy. Harry Uphill (a Bachelor) . . Mr. Osman Giddy Francis Goatseye (a Servant) : . Mr. Kenneth Howell All applications respecting the performance of this play — both by professional and amateur com- panies — must be addressed to the sole agents : — Messrs. SAMUEL FRENCH, Ltd., 26, Southampton Street, Strand, London, or their authorized representatives. The fee of fifteen shillings for each and every amateur representation must be paid prior to per- formance and a written authority obtained, giving permission for the production of the play. Any costumes or wigs required in the performance of " The First Locust " may be hired or purchased reasonably from Messrs. Chas. H. Fox, Ltd., 27, Wellington Street, Strand, London. PROPERTIES i. Carpet. 2. Table. 3. Chrysanthemum plant in flower-pot on table (white flowers). 4. Table. 5. Chrysanthemum plant in flower- pot on table (red flowers). 6. Chrysanthemum plant in flower-pot (yellow flowers). 7. Mantel-board. Ribbons hanging therefrom as border. 8. Usual knick-knacks to include a small brass vase. 9. Framed photo of a man (on table). 10. Armchair. 11. Small chair. 12. Small round table with an open letter upon it. 13. Armchair. 14. Hearthrug. 15. On wall, a framed picture of the late Mr. Waffron. 16. Picture on wall. 17. Smart coal-scuttle. 18. Electric bell-push. 19. Armchair. 20. Cabinet. Upon it a book-case full of handsomely-bound books. Note. — If fireplace and mantel-board are dispensed with the brass vase should be placed on table (2), and ribbon should decorate a cushion or armchair (10). j. Back Cloth 15) (18 16 Door «00 *© © S> © \© © n© © © 10 © THE FIRST LOCUST Scene. — A drawing-room. Time. — The Present. Morning dress. (Enter Mr. Uphill, a, carrying hat and stick, ushered (i , in by Servant.) Uphill. Tell your mistress that I happened to be passing and I just dropped in — and — er — that — er — Mr. Uphill, you know. Servant. Yes, sir (hesitates) and — Uphill. And here's half a crown for you. Servant (drawing back). I am not permitted to accept — half-crowns, sir. Uphill (continues in same tone of voice) — half a sovereign for you. (Hands it.) Servant (glancing at coin). My mistress, sir, is not at home. Uphill. No' p.f fcor^e p TV— me, what an extra- ordinary coincidence. Let me see, I forget your name for the moment. It isn't by any chance George Washington ? Servant. My name, sir, is Francis Goatseye. . Uphill. Goatseye ! Maiden name Francis- not Ananius ? Charming ! Well, my dear Goatseye, we must be great friends. Here's another half- sovereign for you. Has she come back yet. ? Servant. No, sir. Uphill. Not yet ? Ah, well, here's another. Is she in now ? JO THE FIRST LOCUST. Servant (looking at money). I fancy I hear her coming in, sir. Uphill Ah ! I thought you might with those quick ears of yours. Tell her that I have been travel- ling night and day to see her for a few moments on a matter of the utmost importance. Servant (bewildered). That you happened to be passing and ■ ;; Uphill (steps up to Servant). Exactly — night and day ! (Hands hat and stick to Servant.) (Exit Servant, bewildered.) (Soliloquizing.) Never — or now ! To-day is mine. Yes — 'but to-morrow — to-morrow, when London learns that she has returned, suitors will swarm like •locusts. Well ! Let 'em swarm. I'm the first locus t in the field. (Goes round the room examining the -furniture.) At least, I fancy so — unless Perfect taste. Perfect ! Hello, who's this ? (Looking at photo. (9) Some admirer, I suppose. Bah! How can a woman of her judgment pick up with a common, coarse-looking, .fish-eyed, fat-headed idiot like this ? {Picks it up). Oh ! it's my own photograph. Um ! Now I look at it it isn't really so bad. Ha ! (Puts it back.) Good omen that ! (Enter Servant.) Servant. Mrs. Waffron will be with you in five minutes, sir — if you'll kindly take a chair. (Uphill sits on chair (13).) Uphill. Thank you. (Exit Servant.) (Uphill picks up a letter.) Hello ! A man's hand or I'm a Dutchman. (Reads.) " My dear Mrs. Waffron,"— Oh, indeed ! His dear Mrs. Waffron. (Glances round.) Shall I ? (Hesi- tates.) Can I permit a woman's chance of life-long THE FIRST LOCUST. 11 happiness with me to be jeopardized by a paltry- scruple ? No ! (Opens letter again and reads with appropriate ejaculations.) " You have not forgotten your fellow-traveller and those happy days at Hom- burg ? I hope to be in London on the seventeenth " — bless my soul ! to-day ! "I will come and see you that afternoon at four o'clock. There is something I have to ask you " — Is there indeed. Ah, well, I'll ask her something first, my old friend. Let me see (Looks at his watch and starts tip) a quarter to four. Well, I've got a quarter of an hour. Plenty ! (con- tinues letter). " There is something I have to ask you and there could be no better day for my question than your birthday." (Excitedly.) Her birthday— the seventeenth — to-day — Done ! ! " Yours " -— her's ! ! — " Henry de la Grange FitzHerbert." Her birth- day ! her birthday ! Of course it is ! Oh, you fool, to have forgotten it. Oh, you empty-headed, empty- handed idiot. Why I haven't even a bouquet — let alone a present — not a single solitary flower — not a — (Looks round.) Why not ? (Rises and goes to a pot of chrysanthemums , taking out his pocket-knife.) Why not a few chrysanthemums ? White — typical of the purity of my devotion ! (Cuts some.) Red- emblem of the depth of my passion ! (Cuts some.) And yellow signifying — er — er — no — not gold — no — yes, the wealth of my love. (Cuts some.) The whole tastefully (cuts off some ribbon hanging from the mantel- piece) bound up with ribbon and the widow's flutter- ing heart is mine. (Pauses.) But is it ? Can I afford to be uncertain ? May not this FitzHerbert bring more than flowers ? (Contemplates flowers.) Charming. Yes. A delicate attention delicately conceived — true. But the fault lies in the very delicacy. Unsubstantial beauty— dying with to- morrow. Charming a woman's sense, but never taking her heart by storm ! Briefly, a present becomes necessary. Something she can keep for ever. Some- thing I can match to-morrow. (Looks round.) 12 THE FIRST LOCUST. Aha ! (Takes a brass vase from the mantelshelf.) And here we have it ! Tasteful — chaste, and I can get its very duplicate at Blankley's to-night. And a piece of paper. (Takes down a handsome volume (20) and tears out a blank page with which he wraps it up.) The widow is mine even if in winning her [ have to trifle with Truth itself. (Puts the parcel in his pocket and the flowers on a chair) (11). (Enter Mrs. Waffron, c.) Mrs. Waffron. Oh. Mr. Uphill — I am so sorry Uphill (raising her extended hand to his lips.) At last! Mrs. W. Don't reproach me. I fear I have kept you waiting some time ! Uphill. It has been well spent. (Impressively.) Mrs. Waffron, I have travelled night and day, over seas and across continents, to wish you very many happ}' returns of your birthday. Mrs. W. How sweet of you ! I thought you had forgotten. Indeed, Francis said something about your " happening ti b : near and dropping in." Uphill (smiling and shrugging his shoulders.) Ah, these servants ! (Picks up bouquet.) Mrs. Waffron, these poor flowers give those words the lie. Mrs. W. (taking them with ecstasy.) How charming ! How beautiful ! How can I thank you ? Uphill. You shall not try. They are yours ! I mean they are your slaves ! Your subjects ! Mrs. W. (pointing to the flowers left in the pots). Look, they are my favourite flowers. (Steps towards the plants.) . See, my children, your friends visit you. (Touches them with bouquet.) Uphill. Friends ? Aye, closer still ! Mrs. W. Yes, they are relations ! Uphill. Near ones. Mrs. W. And if they could but speak Uphill (alarmed.) Speak! They can't speak ? Mrs. W. How absurd— (coyly) but if they could, THE FRIST LOCUST. 13 what might they not say ! Who told you that they were my favourite flowers ? Uphill. Inspiration ever went hand in hand with love. Mrs. W. (archly). Now, Mr. Uphill— pretty speeches (cross L.) — I warned you once before. I will have these dears put in water at once. Will you ring for Francis ? Uphill. Certainly. (Presses electric bell. Senti — mentally* I ) Mrs. Waffron, your servant should be a happy man ! Mrs. W. Yes ? He gave me notice yesterday ! (Uphill nonplussed.) (Enter Servant.) Oh, Francis, put these beautiful flowers that Mr. Uphill has brought me in water. (Turns away and sits L. (19).) Servant. Yes, ma'am. (Business. Servant looks at flowers, then at those left in the pots and then at Mr. Uphill.) (Mr. Uphill puts his hand in his pocket and gives him a number of coins — Mrs. Waffron not seeing this.) (Exit Servant, grinning.) Mrs. W. Now come and sit down and let's have a chat over old times. Tell me how often you have been in love since we said good-bye ? Uphill. Only once. (Sits chair (n).) Mrs. W. (with hauteur). Indeed ! Is that all ? Uphill. I fell in love once and since then 1 am in love for all time. Mrs. W. (smiling). Please don't be ridiculous. 1 knew you would forget me. Uphill (with feeling). Forget you ! Ah, if only 1 could ! Mrs. W. (sentimentally). You did not ? Uphill. I cannot ! 14 THE FIRST LOCUST. Mrs. W. Can I believe you, Mr. Uphill ? Uphill. Let me prove my words. (Starts up.) There is a trinket (takes vase from his pocket) — a trifle which I have guarded as something almost sacred since the day I found it — won it — nay, stole it, if you will — so that I might ask von at the last to accept it on your birthday. (Hanis hzr the parcel containing the vase.) Mrs. W. Mr. Uphill— I must not— Uphill (with meaning). Take it — you must. It is yours ! Mrs. W. What a bachelor's parcel ! Uphill. Dear lady, before you open it let me tell you that this trinket — worthless as it may appear — • possesses a strange and thrilling.romance which might well amaze you. Mrs. W. How perfectly delightful. Do tell me. You know how romantic I am. Uphill, f do. It was thus. Torn by the an- guish of leaving you last autumn I fled, distracted, careless of my direction, to the blue Alsatian Moun- tains, where I encountered (piusc) a blue Alsatian. Mrs. W. How thrilling ! (Turns towards Uphill with an expression of interest.) I had always imagined that the colour r :ferre ] i the mountains and not to the people. Uphill. A delusion, I assure yon. An optical delusion. Mrs. W. Yes, yes — go on. . Uphill. Where was I ? — yes — encountered a blue Alsatian. I instantly dosed with him (gesture). Mrs. W. Closed with him ? Wasn't that rather sudden ? Uphill. Not at all. In the blue Alsatian Moun- tains early closing is practically universal. Mrs. W. I see. Uphill. For three hours we struggled back- wards— — Mrs. W. Backwards? F~ THE FIRST LOCUST. 15 '"' Uphill. And forwards", until an idea occurred to me. Mrs. W. Never. Uphill. I took out my knife and cut off his head Mrs. W. Oh ! ! Uphill. To my astonishment the lips of the severed head uttered these remarkable words : " Knowest thou whom I am ? " To which 1 replied in the vernacular. " I am," it continued, " the blue Llama." Mrs. W . The blue Llama, ? The mystic priest ? Uphill. In sections! "'Search in my robe," it added with a livid smile, "where thou shalt find a bauble, and when thou shalt discover the fairest woman in the world give it unto her ; and thou shalt know her D3< T this sign— that she hath a trinket which re- sembleth this." Mrs. W. (looking at the purer! in her hand). This? And you have sought her ?, Uphill. I have searched the wide world over! North, South, East. West, including the North Pole, Wapping Old St; Himalaya Mountains, the Nile and the New Cut, and I have found none so fair as yourself. Mrs. \Y. Not one so fair. Uphill. Not one! Therefore, Mrs. WafTron, 1 give you what is really and truly your own more rightly and really than your modesty will allow you to suspect. Mrs. W. Oh, Mr. Uphill. I cannot admit it. Even if your misplaced devotion may have led you to put too high a value upon my poor beauty— such as it is — I am sure that I have not a trinket that corresponds in the way the Llama prophesied. Uphill (dramatically). Open and see ! Even if my devotion has caused me to err, the gods do not lie'! Mrs. W. (opens it, screams hysterically and rises). Heaven and Earth ! What is this ? , 16 THE FIRST LOCUST. Uphill. What, indeed ? Mrs. W. Forgive me if I doubted your word for an instant. Mr. Uphill, you have chosen aright Uphill. The fairest woman in the world ! Mrs. W. For I have a trinket which is its perfect copy. You do not believe me ? Uphill. I had a strange presentiment, dear Mrs. Waffron. (Takes her hand.) Ah, dear madam, there is some deep sweet meaning in this that we must solve together — you and I Mrs. W. Yes, yes, dear Mr. Uphill — some deep, secret meaning. How strange — how romantic. Uphill. Past thought or utterance. Mrs. W. So mystical — the fairest woman in the world. Uphill. You put it well indeed. Mrs. W. But now, now I must show you mine — its- twin. Uphill (rising energetically). Never ! Mrs. W. Never ! And why not ? (Puts the vase upon table (12) and crosses the stage, R.) Uphill (following her). Why not ? Mrs. Waffron, do you not realize that it would argue something of distrust upon my part to wish to see this other ? Mrs. \V. Not so. Look upon the mantelpiece there and you will find the exact counterpart of which the Llama spoke. Uphill. Dear Mrs. Waffron, let it be so — but to-morrow. Let us to-day speak of the Past — the Future, but not, oh not of the Present ! Mrs. W. Must I get it ? Uphill. No, Mrs. Waffron, you must not! Not for the world ! (Listening.) Stay — wasn't that a bell — your front door bell ? (Walks up to door c.) Mrs. W. Oh, no ! Uphill. Pardon me ! I distinctly heard— There it is again— (Comes down r . ) I must really be say- ing good-bye. Mrs. W. Pray sit down. It couldn't be the front door bell. THE FRITS LOCUST. 17 Uphill. No ? Mrs. W. No. You broke it when you came. Uphill. Pray don't mention it — It was a rap — 1 had intended to say it was a rap that I heard. So if I must be (About to go.) Mrs. W. (coldly). We have no knocker. Uphill. How positively delightful. No knocker ! Talking of knockers reminds me of the wittiest story I ever Mrs. V\ . (coldly). Yes? You remember, Mr. Uphill, that when you heard the front-door bell that does not ring and the knocker that doesn't exist you were about to get me my vase from the mantelpiece. Uphill. I was, Mrs. Waffron — but— Mrs. W. But it seems to me, Mr. Uphill, that this hesitation on your part suggests that you have al- ready observed some difference between the tokens. Uphill (energetically). No, I assure you— None — absolutely and unquestionably none. Mrs. W. Then let me see for myself. Uphill (steps to table (12). Certainly. Mrs. W. (suspiciously), as Uphill moves towards the mantelpiece). Seeing is believing, Mr. Uphill. (Uphill takes up the vase from the table and totters towards the mantelpiece. He places the vase on the mantelpiece and immediately picks it up again.) Uphill. Merciful powers ! Mrs. Waffron — is this possible — believable — credible — understandable ? Mrs. W. (moved). Is the spell true — the prophecy fulfilled ? Uphill. , To the letter. Mrs. W. Let me sec ! Uphill (takes the vase to her again). I can say no more. Look— and tell me what you see. Mrs. W. (crosses l. and takes vase from Uphill). (Melodramatically) I see a token that is twin to mine. Wrought with the cabalistic marks and patterned in 18 THE FIRST LOCUST. the self-same way. Oh, Mr. Uphill, and I doubted you Uphill (pained). You did. Mrs. W. (examining vase). Look at this chasing — and that scroll — and the design — and this little bit of work Why ! they are twins ! Uphill. Twins ! Absolutely the same. Mrs. W. (looking about). But where did you put the one you gave me ? — Why, you stupid man, you've left it on the mantelpiece. Go and get it at once. (Uphill takes the vase from her.) How your hand trembles ! Uphill (tenderly). If you did but know the reason. Mrs.Wanron. Why should we waste these precious moments in Mrs. W. (sits (19) determinedly). Let me see the new one again (LTphill moves towards mantelpiece.) (Continuing.) The one you brought from the blue Alsatian Mountains. (Uphill pretends to put back on the mantelpiece the vase he is holding and then brings it again to Mrs. Waffron.) Mrs. W. Now, look — but is this your present to me or is it my own ? Uphill. It is the one I have just given you, but it is also your own — unless the Llama lied. Mrs. W. Oh, Mr. Uphill, what a flatterer you are ! Is not the resemblance strange indeed ? Uphill. Not strange to me. Mrs. W. You have no imagination, Mr. Uphill. It is a perfect counterpart. You remember the chasing I showed you on the other ? Uphill. It is chased on my brain. THE FIRST LOCUST. 19 Mrs. W. Well, here it is on this ! Here is the scroll I pointed out ! Here is the pattern that I saw — Mr. Uphill, I have guessed the solution of this mystery. Uphill. Guessed it ! Mrs. W. (mysteriously). They must have been made by the same spirit hand. Uphill (with alacrity). Unquestionably — your woman's wit, Mrs. Waffron, has Mrs. W. Yes (looking about). Now you have taken away the other one — stupid. I want to see them both together. Uphill (stupidly). Both together ? Oh, no ! Not both together ! Mrs. W. (still holding the vase). Yes. How stupid you are Bring me the other one. Uphill (hopelessly) . Which other one ? Mrs. W. The one you put back on the mantel- piece — really, Mr. Uphill, I will get it myself. (Rises and steps towards the mantelpiece.) Uphill (crosses r.) (Aside). Done ! ! Mrs. W. (arriving at the mantelpiece) . Why — it isn't here ! What does this mean, sir ? Have you pre- sumed to trifle with me ? Uphill (wildly). Not there? Not there? Mrs. W. (steps r., quickly). No — here is mine — or yours. If it is mine, where is yours ? If it is yours, where is mine ? Uphill (ecstatically). Ah, the prophecy — the pro- phecy. Fulfilled ! Fulfilled ! Mrs. W. (as if overwhelmed). The prophecy ! What prophecy"? Uphill (steps towards Mrs. Waffron, a). Listen, Mrs. Waffron. When the Llama gave me this quest I — Heaven forgive me — I doubted. "By what sign," I •cried, "shall I know this woman — the most beautiful woman in the world ? " Mrs. W. By the vase. You told me so. Uphill. True. I said, " She may have a trinket that is the counterpart of thine, but even then will she not M 23 19H 20 THE FIRST LOCUST. doubt my almost incredible story ? " — as you have doubted. Mrs. W. 'Twas almost past belief ! (Two steps r. Half turns from Uphill.) Uphill. My words! My very words! " Give me a sign," I shrieked — " a magic sign, a miracle, by which to prove my words, and if need be, my love." Mrs. W. (turns to Uphill, startled). Your love ! Uphill. The purpling lips replied as the thunder rolled across the hills, " Doubt not. The two shall be one Mrs. W. (overwhelmed). Shall be one ! Oh, I am frightened of this magic ! Uphill (steps up to Mrs. Waffron). It is ful- filled — for by that mystic power my token and your token are one — one indivisibly, eternally. What was mine has faded into yours. What was yours has faded into mine. Mrs. W. Oh, Harry— Mr. Uphill. Don't leave me — I am terrified. Uphill (taking her in his arms). No harm can reach you in my arms, my dear. No terror touch you there. Read with me the lesson which Fate would teach us in this transcending miracle. " The two shall be one." u Mrs. W. Oh, Harry ! Harry ! (Enter Servant, c.) Servant (holding door half open) . Mr. de la Grange FitzHerbert wishes to know, ma'am, whether you are at home. Mrs. W. (with emotion). Tell him — that I — I — am — Engaged ! !, Uphill. Darling ! (Embrace.) Curtain. , Butler & Tanner, The Selwood Printing Works, Frome, and Londoa One copy del. to Cat. Div. 26 Uu»j acpc in tne large size, tUe uacfi. stene is 13 feet long and 9 teei hi^L ai»«i •-/. tends with the Wings and Borders to 20 feet long and 11$ feet high In the centr* is a French window, leading down to the ground, On the left wing is a fireplace with mirror above, and on the right wing is an oil painting. The whole scene is tastefully ornamented and beautifully coloured, forming a most elegant picture. The above is a representation of a box scene consisting of 38 sheets of paper, the extra sheets being used for the doors each side. & s. d. Back Scene, Border, and 1 Set of Wings, unmounted „ ..200 Ditto, mounted 4 4 Back Scene, Border, with 2 Sets of Wings as above to form Box Scene, unmounted .. ~ 2 10 Ditto, mounted ^ « 6 6 COTTAGE is is aiso kept in the large size only. In the centre is a door i a.Ut <*. i .mi.<- the left centre is a rustic fireplace, and the right centre is a window, on tb* mgs are painted shelves, Ac, to complete the scene. The above is a repre>en tion of this scene with 1 set of Wings only (not a Box Scene), but a Box Seen* be made by purchasing the extra set of Wings. Prices and size same a? wing Roora Scene above FRENCH'S ACTING EDITI0N-7S. LIBRARY OF CONGRESS VOLUME 150 2236 The Dentist 2287 Taken for Granted 2238 Just as Well 2239 Hogmany 224'J Pansy 2241 A Doctor's Engage- ments 2242 A Duet 2213 My Milliner's Bill, Is. 2244 My Aunt from Cali- fornia 2245 His Life for Hers 2246 The Meeting 2247 The Umbrella Duologue 2248 The Late Lamented 2^49 Woman Triumphant 2260 Angelina's Lover VOLUME 151 Chrysanthemums My First Client Punctured Okl Pals Honeymoon Tragedy Commission Hal, the Highwayman Dinner for Two Ninth Waltz Human Sport Collaborators Mere Man Packing Up Paying Guest 'Enery Brown VOLUME 152 The Jilt "Op-o'-Me-Thumb A Marringe Has Been Arranged Carrots Conversion of Nat Sturge 2251 2252 2263 2254 22o6 2250 2257 2258 2259 2260 2261 2262 2263 2264 2265 2263 2267 2268 2270 2271 2272 2273 2274 2275 2276 2277 2278 2279 2281 2282 2283 2284 2285 2286 2287 2290 2291 2292 2193 2294 2295 2296 2297 2299 2 7 00 2301 2302 2303 Clerical Err Aubrey Clos Workbox Two on a 'B; Bridget's Bl That Brute Well Match Maker of M Gutter of Time Game of Chess fcki 014 432 528 P % | 2310 UncIe^Dick's Darling : VOLUME 153 Mr. Steinmann't Corner Ella's Apology Colour Sergeant Helpless Couple First Aid to the Wounded Correct Thing Their New Paying Guest Domestic Entangle- ment Salt of Life Time is Money Wally and the Widow Deceitful Miss Smiths Holly Tree Inn Up-to-date Bit of Old Chelsea VOLUME 154 Wrong Side of the Road The Open Door Prima Donna (Pem- berton) Lights Out (Pemherton) Mirror of Time Three Blind Mice (Muskerry) Privy Council Snowed up with a Duchess VOLUME 155 2511 That Horrid Major 2312 Bardwell v. Pickwick 2313 House of Nightingalei 2314 Turtle Dovee [dei 2315 Superior Miss Pellen- 2316 His Good Genius 2317 Martha Plays the Fain 2318 Dumb Cake 2319 Proposing by Proxy 2320 Phoenix 2321 Boatgwain's Mate 2322 Final Rehearsal 2323 Two Aunts at a Time 2324 Nelson Touch 2325 Convict on the Heartl VOLUME 156 2326 Grey Parrot 2327 Ghost of Jerry Bundle 2328 Bishop's Candlesticks 2329 Peacemaker 2330 Changeling 2331 Wire Entanglement 2332 Pride of Regiment 2333 ";58S" 2334 Man on the Kerb 2335 O'Dowd 2336 Impertinence of th Creature 2337 Dramatist at Home 2338 Martha the Soothsaye 2339 Old Martha Is. 2340 All Through Martha Is AN AMERICAN CITIZEN BILLY'S LITTLE LOVE AFFAIR BRACE OFPARTRIDGES BRIXTON BURGLARY CAPTAIN SWIFT CASSILiS ENGAGEMENT CHARITY THAT BEGAN AT HOME COUNTRY MOUSE DR. WAKE'S PATIENT FACING THE MUSIC FASCINATING MR. 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