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past; Hve for the present, the bright, buoyant present. O Miss Barker!-(He seizes her hand and presses it.)
Miss B. (frigidly, withdrawing her hand.) Doctor!
DR. P. Forgive me. Old times, you know, the tones of your voice-1, too, was dreaming of the past. Alas! (He sighs deeply, Miss B. wipes her eyes.) You weep. I can endure this no longer-O Miss Barker-Adeline-Addie
Miss B. Doctor, you are forgetting yourself.
DR. P. Yes, I am forgetting myself. I am forgetting everything—that unhappy occurrence, our blighted lives, and only see you before me now, glorious in an effulgence of womanly beauty which no earthly influence can destroy. (Drops stiffty on his knees.) Star of my soull be mine.
Miss B. (aside.) Am I dreaming? (Aloud.) You are joking. Base man! You trifle with a wounded heart.
DR. P. I swear to Heaven I am in earnest,- I love you passionately, madly.
Miss B. How can I resist? Yes, Henry, I am thine, entirely thine (assisting him to rise and leaning upon him).
DR. P. In this supreme moment I am recompensed for years of separation.
Miss B. And I. But ah, Henry! how I have suffered. The consciousness that I deceived you has ever haunted me Kke a ghost. I must remind you that I still wear a wig, although of a different shade.
DR. P. It is well to be candid. Some years ago, while out West, I fell among hostile Indians, from whose hands I emerged slightly scalped. Ever since I have been obliged to wear a toupée.
Miss B. Really! What a comfort to learn that we now can fully sympathize with each other. (Aside.) I will tell him all. (To Doctor.) But, Henry, what will you think when I tell
you that I have lost every one of my teeth, and it was only last week that I had a new set, both uppers and lowers.
DR. P. Don't mention it. I haven't had a tooth of my own these ten years. (Aside.) Shall I inform her? Yes, I must conceal nothing. (Aloud.) Ahem! I might add that I wear A cork leg.
Miss B. I am not quite that unfortunate. (Considera a mo ment.) Henry, I don't suppose you wear a respirator?
Dr. P. A what?
DR. P. No, love. I don't use such an article.
Miss B. Well, I do-whenever I go out in the cold air BO suppose we call it quits.
DR. P. Yes, dove, we will call it quits. She lays her head on his shoulder. A violent blow is heard on tho
closet door; then a noise of scraping and shuffling ; at last the door is burst violently open, and Horace comes out with his face and hands scratched Elsie jumps up and darts across the room shrieking " Rosalind, Rosalind," and disappears. Miss Barker yells “ Thie es! Murder) Fire!" Dr. Fauncefort picks up tongs and stands on the defensive.
HORACE, Great Cæsar! I couldn't stand it a moment longer. I would have been murdered. It must have been the fiend incarnate. (Sees Miss Barker and Dr. Pauncefort, and lowers his head, overwhelmed with confusion.)
Miss B. Mr. Duckworth, what is the meaning of this in. solent intrusion ?
GUSSIE (coming forward). Oh, auntie, it was all my fault! Horace came to bid me good-bye ; I heard you coming and was afraid you would be angry, so I shut him up in the closet.
Miss B. (severely;.) Gussie! I am amazed, grieved.
ELSIE. Oh, auntie, forgive me! Indeed, it was all my fault I intended this kitten for Robert's birthday present. I discovered you didn't like cats, and I was afraid if you came across it you might order it killed; so I hid it in there. It was fast in a box, but Horace must have kicked the lid off.
Miss B. Elsie, this from you! Oh! it is too much.
DR. P. (who has been staring at Horace.) Yes, yes, I am not mistaken. It is he,-the preserver of my life. (Salutes him.)
ALL (in amazement). Horace Duckworth!
DR. P. Happy am I to learn his name. Yes, he is the hero, who, this morning, at the risk of his life, threw himself before my runaway steed, and stopped its flight, thus rescuing me from a terrible death. Mr. Duckworth, in the presence of this company, once more permit me to thank you for the inestimable service you have rendered. So, Addie, my dear, this is your favored applicant for the posi. tion of nephew?
*It is not necessary to bring the cat on the stage until this point. Some one cap initate the “minow" when occasion requires. If a cat cannot be procured, a muti or piece of fur, can be sustituted, but not exposod directly to the audiono.
Miss B. No, there is some mistake. Pardon me; I omite ted to introduce you. Dr. Pauncefort, my nieces, Elsie and Gussie; and Doctor, this is Mr. Robert Duckworth, who is to marry my niece, Elsie.
DR. P. I am pleased to meet you. And this gentleman (alluding to Horace) ?
HORACE (bitterly). I am the black-sheep, the scallawag, the party to get rid of, you see
Gusgie (going up to Doctor). Don't believe him. He's nothing of the sort; he's only in disfavor. Please speak a good word for him to auntie.
DR. P. Is be a friend of yours?
DR. P. Ah! I understand. (To Miss Barker.) My dear, I infer that Mr. Horace here and Miss Gussie are very fond of each other. Probably he has sought your approval of the intimacy. Am I not correct in my surmises?
Miss B. Yes, Doctor, you are correct.
Dr. P. Really, that is too bad. Are you sure he deserved such treatment? Were you not too hasty, perhaps ?
Miss B. Oh, Doctor, they are both so young. Besides, there are other reasons
DR. P. I see. Well, I do not wish to interfere in your private affairs, but I feel impelled to ask you to reconsider your decision. I have a proposition to make:-Horace has already refused any reward for his bravery, but my offer is still open. Let him say the word, and I will not only set him up in any business, or fit him for any profession he may choose, but will stand sponsor for his good behavior. What do you say to such a nephew as that? Speak, I pray you, and make these young people happy. Is it no, or yes ? They all lean forward eagerly for the answer. Miss Barker com.
presses her lips. Robert squeezes the cat's tail, and there is heard a prolonged mi-a-a-ow. Dr. Pauncefort takes Miss Barker's hand; their eyes meet; she nods approvingly and stammers, Yes. Horace embraces Gussie. Grand handshaking all around GUABIE (to Horace). You'll send a message to that horrid what's-his-name, wont you ?-to tell him you can't come.
HORACE. I'll telegraph to-night.
ROBERT. You couldn't have given me anything which would please me more.
Miss B. My dear nieces:-you will doubtless be surprised when I inform you that we may have a triple wedding here soon, and that you must learn to call Dr. Pauncefort,“Uncle."
Elsie (exchanging glances with Gussie). Why, this is a great surprise. It will be delightful, wont it Gus?
GUSSIE. Yes, indeed.
Dr. P. How strange are the ways of Providence! If the cat had not been concealed in the cupboard I would not have been moved to speak as I did; Horace would not have presented himself, and the happiness of four souls would have been deferred. By a cat, my dear, our happiness was marred; by a cat it has been restored to us threefold.
GUSSIE (beckoning with finger). Poor pussy wants a corner?
Miss B. (placing her hand on the cat's neck.) No, no. Henceforth she shall have the right to every room in the house. Already she has a warm corner in my heart. “ The Wedding March,” or other appropriate instrumental or
vocal music can be given as curtain falls.
OULD DOCTHER MACK.
Ye may tramp the world over
From Delhi to Dover,
Through the whole Zodiack,
Have ye the dropsy,
The gout, the autopsy ?
No ways infarior
In skill, but suparior,
He and his wig wid the curls so carroty,
Here's to his health,
Honor and wealth,
How the rich and the poor,
To consult for a cure,
Showin' their tongues
Or unlacin' their lungs,
Troth, and he'll tumble,
For high or for humble,
Makin' as light
Of nursin' all night
And as if by meracle,
And quench the love-sickness
Wid wonderful quickness,
And the sufferin' childer
Your eyes 'twould bewilder
And aich of them fast
On some treasure at last,
Then, his doctherin' done,
In a rollickin' run
By Jupiter Ammon,
What jack-snipe or salmon
And hark! the view-hollo !
"Tis Mack in full follow
Och, but you'd think
'Twas ould Nimrod in pink,
He and his wig, wid the curls so carroty,