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OUR, AWFUL AUNT 
 
 A COMIC DRAMA, * 
 
 IN TWO ACTS, 
 
 IDA M. BUXTON, 
 
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 OUR AWFUL AUNT. 
 
 MRS. HASLETON .,.. a Widow 
 
 ALICE , , her Datighter 
 
 CARRIE BEIS^TON engaged to Frank 
 
 MATILDA JOHNSON ........ Our Awful Aunt, 
 
 FRANK HASLETON Alice's Brother 
 
 ARTHUR WALLACE , a Fop and Villain 
 
 PETE.,., Mrs. H.'s Colored Servant 
 
 PAVID MANN.... , Wallace's Accompliet 
 
 COSTUMES— MODERN, 
 
 TIME OF PERFORMANCE— ONE HOUR. 
 
 TIME— THE PRESENTo 
 
OUR AWFUL AUNT. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE FIRST.— Mrs. Hasleton's sitting room, nmtJy famished. Alice 
 Hasleton and Carrie Benton seated near each other. 
 
 Alice. Oh, Carrie, I am so glad you are here at last; for weeks have I 
 looked forward to your visit as the crowning ejDoch of the whole year and 
 impatiently counted the days before your arrival j now that you are hero 
 you shall not soon leave us. 
 
 Carrie I doubt if I shall be in a hurry to do so, you know I always love 
 to be with you. Alice. 
 
 Alice. Am I the only attraction which keeps you here? Ah, you sly 
 little rogue! You know very well that I am only a secondary person, but 
 never mind, since my rival in your affections is my own brother, 1 will 
 keep my jealousy within bounds. But Carrie dear, 1 have a serious subject 
 to speak about in connection with Frank, can you guess it? 
 
 Carrie. You mean his'intimacy with Mr. Wallace. 
 
 Alice. Yes, I dislike Mr. Wallace because I know he is exerting an evil 
 influence over Frank. 
 
 Carrie. I have the same fear myself; I have never seen Mr. Wallace 
 but once yet the first glance revealed his character and I trembled for 
 Frank's safety. 
 
 Alice. We must save him. 
 
 Carrie. How 1 He will not hear a word against Mr, Wallace. 
 
 Alice. You have more influence than I ; he will listen to you quicker 
 than to his sister; you must bring all your love and earnestness into force. 
 
 Enter Mrs. Hasleion r. 
 
 Mrs H. Chattering away like two magpies eh ? What is the subject of 
 discussion, the last ball or your neighbor's bonnet? 
 
 Alice. Now mother, that's too bad of you, we are not gossiping a bit. 
 
 Mrs H. I have some news for you. I have just received a letter from 
 Aunt Matilda saying she will make us a visit and will arrive to-day, 
 
 Alice. Aunt Matilda I Oh, dear, how provoking I 
 
 Carrie. Who is this unwelcome visitor ? 
 
 Alice. The rqost outlandish, pokiest old maid in Christendom ; she's al- 
 ways saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and making every one as 
 disagreeable as possible. 
 
 Carrie. A charming recommend for the poor woman. 
 
 Mrs H. Alice, you ought not to speak in that manner. True, Aunt Ma- 
 tilda is very eccentric yet she is very kind hearted and really loves us. 
 
 Alice. Perhaps so, but she might try to act like other people. Just think 
 of all the uncivilized things she did when here before. One day I found 
 her standing on the corner of the street having her shoes blacked, and sho 
 actually rode on the outside of the hack with the driver because she alwaja 
 
4 OUR AWFUL AUNT. 
 
 did so in the country on those horrible stages, one could see so much more 
 she argued. 
 
 Carrie. She will he amusing any way. 
 
 Enter Pete, R. 
 
 Pete. Missus, dere's a whole caraban out to de door; de hack stop an' de 
 old lady hists out au' golly dat hackman hab ben takin' out bundles fer 
 de las hour an' he ain't done yet; nebber doueseeso many bundles afore in 
 my life ; can't get em all in de house nohow. 
 
 Alice. It's Aunt Matilda 1 
 
 Mrs II. .Pete, go and help her with the bundles. 
 
 Fete. Gollies, yer tinks I'se gwine ter carry all dem bundles? Not much ; 
 'twould take lebeuty-five niggers to carry half ob dera. 
 
 Mrs H. Go and open the door for her. {exit Pete R.) Now girls you 
 must bear patiently with Aunt Matilda's whims. 
 
 Enter Aunt Matilda r. carri/ing boxes, bundles ayid hinck of herbs. 
 
 Aunt M. Wal, here I be at last! S'pose yeou begun tew think I wan't 
 in ever comin', but I've arriv' all right, {shakes hands with Mrs. H. and Alice, 
 
 Enter Pete r. carrying boxes luhich he puts down tvith many grimaces. 
 
 Pete. Dere old lady, dere's all yer perwisions, I should devise yer ter 
 start a 'spressliue an' dat mighty quick; my left shoulder am all displetely 
 pulverized an dat muskle in my right arm am all dead gone contirely ; 
 guess yer lib on ban'-boxes don't yer? 
 
 Mrs H. Matilda, you must make yourself as comfortable as possible. 
 Are you not tired after your long journey ? 
 
 Aunt M. Wal, kinder tuckered out a leeile. I'll set down here an' rest 
 a while. {scats herself. 
 
 Pete. An' Til set down here an' res' a while, {sits on one of Aunt Ma- 
 tilda's band-boxes, crushing it to the floor) Hi dere, dat am de mos' insartain 
 seat dat I eber tried, let a feller down widout any umvertation ; guess I'll 
 try anudder. {-rises to his feet. 
 
 Mrs H. Why Pete, what have you done? 
 
 Pete. Nuffiu' much; ben pressin' outde old gal's ban-box I reckon. 
 
 Aunt M. For njassy sake, yeou-pesky fool, don't yeou knov/ no better'n 
 to set right down on my new bunnet. (jndls her bonnet from the ruins and 
 tries to straighten it.) 
 
 Pete. How's I ter know y^r keeps yer bonnit in dat yere box ? Yer neb- 
 ber done tole a feller, how yer specs I'se gwine ter know? 
 
 Alice. Here Aunt Matildu, let me stniiijhten the bonnet". 
 
 Aunt M. (handing it to her) Wal cliili],ef yeou're a mind ter try it I 
 
 wish yeou would, yeou kin see a leeile bettor'n I kin. (to Pete) Yeou great 
 
 lumber- heels, I spose vou'd sot down there eft had a ben full o' eo'o-s. 
 
 1111 .> ' °° ' 
 
 wouldn t ye .' ~ 
 
 Feie. Dunno 'bout dat; I'se mighty fon' ob eggs, dal's a fac', but we don't 
 fricassee um in dat way. (makes motion io sit on another box) Say what 
 am in dis yere steam-boat ? 
 
 Aunt M. {rushing at him with uplifted hands) I'll teech yeou tew med- 
 dle with my luggage, yeou impudent young ape. {Pete dodges the blow, she 
 chases him, finally hits him and he falls full Idigth, crushing another band-box. 
 She siezes him by the ear, raises him to his feet and shakes him vigorously) 
 There yeou consarned lunatic, I'll teech yeou tew let my things alone. I'll 
 shake the daylights right out o' yeou. 
 
 Pete. Say old lady, quit yer foolin' an let dis yere nigger alone ; dis chile 
 am pow'ful dang'rous when he's mad an' yer jis luff me alone now. 
 
 A/ice. Really, Aunt Matilda would niake an excellent prize fighter. 
 
OUR AWFUL AUJJT. 5 
 
 Ifrs H. Let us put a stop to this scene. Pete, you are to be very respeet- 
 fUi and polite to Aunt Matilda during her stfiy.' 
 
 Peii. How long am she gwine ter stay? 
 
 Aunt M. That hain't no cousarn o' yeourn, yeou sassy nigwer. 
 
 Mrs H. Pete^ remove these boxes and bundles to the roonf prepared for 
 Aunt Matilda. '^ 
 
 Pcle carries them tctkinj a part at a time,' then returning tioicc. 
 
 Aunt M. Wal neow I'm rale glad to be here ; sech a peslcv time ez I had 
 a gitten* started; fust the old boss had a tech o' epizooty an' then the cow 
 got lamed an I had to keer fur her, batfin'ly I sez, sez I, there I'm a goin' 
 tew start fur Marther's- tertnorrer or I shan t never git there. Wal Mariher 
 heow bo yeou a giltin' on ? 
 
 Mrs IT. Very nicely indeed, Aunt, 
 
 Aunt M. An' o' course Alice here is pert an' chipper; hain't married vit 
 be yeou ? '' 
 
 Alice. No, Aunt; you know matrimony was never one of mv pet schemes. 
 
 Aunt M. It's jpst ez well; thet's what I used tow say when evervbodv 
 thought I was agoin' tew marry Hozekiah Spooner, I si-z .^ez f, let 'em ^i't 
 married r-z want's tew but I hdint got retldy tew jump from the fryiu' pan 
 inter the fire. But who's this gal? Some o' yeoar friends I s'poso Alice. 
 
 Alice. Yes, this is Carrie Benton, a very dear Iriend and an old school- 
 mate. ,, 
 
 Aunt M. Benton, yeou say? Neow I used tew know a faniilv 0' Ben- 
 tons that lived in York state, I wonder ef you're any o' thesr sort? 
 ' Carrie. I have reatives in that state; i don't know whether they aro 
 among your acquaintances or not. 
 
 Aunt M. Wal, these Benlons I mean was pesky lazy the whole lot on 
 'em , they used tew live in our neighborhood, down by the old yaller saw- 
 mill, an' one winter, 'twas mighty tough times, an' old Benton found it 
 kinder hard tew scratch rouu' fur the wliole on 'em, so old Squire Bascomb 
 sent 'em down a l*ad o' wood au' old Benton was tew lazy tew cut it an' 
 swore he wouldn't burn a stick ef the Squire wan't man enuif to cut it fur 
 him. 
 
 Carrie. I don't think I belong to that family, none of my people have 
 ever gained the reputation of idlers. 
 
 Aunt M. I s'pose not, but I've heern some on 'em turned out raiddlia 
 well ; one o' the boys was a Methody minister an' one on 'em went to Texas 
 an' was hung fur hoss-stealin'. 
 
 Alice, (asirle to Carrie) She is tracing your pedigree in an agreeable 
 manner. 
 
 Mrs H. I think Aunt, you are mistaken, Carrie isn't one of that familv. 
 
 Aunt M. Mebbe not, but then — 
 
 Mrs H. At no distant day I hope to call her daughter. 
 - Aunt M. Dew tell ! Yeou don't mean tew say that Frank's agoin' tew 
 git married? 
 
 Alice. That is just it. Aunt Matilda. 
 
 Aunt M. Wal how's Frank gitien' on? When Josiah cum home he said, 
 80Z he, Frank's cashier in a bank now an' he feels ez big ez four pecks o' 
 onions. 
 
 \Entj 'Pete, b. 
 
 Pete. Pere, dem boxes am all / julnavigated in dat yere room an' Ijes 
 links 'twould be de bes' ting fer'^eou ter put a perdition on dis house ef 
 yeou'se gwine ter hab any mo' visiters what brungs boxes enufT fer a cir- 
 cus, an' grass fer tor feed do animals wi'd. 
 
 Aunt M. Grass, yeou plaguey beetle head I them's yarbs ! what ou airth 
 hev yeou done with 'em? Sjtilt the whole lot, I'll warrant I what hev veou 
 done with 'em? 
 
9 OUR AWFUL AUKT. 
 
 Pete,. l)one wid what? 
 
 Aunt M. With them yarbs. 
 
 Pete. Dey'3 all right, I put 'em whar yer kin git 'em when yeour's h^Lg* 
 ry; mighty funny kin' o' vitctuals dem isi 
 
 Aunt M. Wal^ I never see sech impidence in my life I That's the sassiest 
 tiigger I ever did see. Yeou see Marther, I brung along some catnip, 
 pennyrial an' eech like, they're fust-rate in case o' sickness. 
 
 Pete, {aside) Dat's de wus old maid skarcrow I eber see^ don't raise 
 dem kin' down in old Virginny whar I'se born; dere '11 be same fun ef 
 she's gwine ter stay, dis nigger mus' look out fer his wool an* dat old gal 
 jTQUs' jes look out fer herself or dere'U be trouble j I aint gwine ter take sass 
 frum dat kin' o' white trash, no sah. 
 
 Alice. Here are Frank and Mr. Wallace. 
 
 Eyiter Frank and Mr. Wallace, L. 
 
 Wallace^ Good evening, ladies* 
 
 Frank, Home at lastl Why Aunt Matilda, this is an Unexpected 
 pleasure, when did you arrive? 
 
 Aunt Mi This arternoon. Bless my eyes, yeou're growed hansum like 
 all possest, yeou look jest like yeour marm'a kind o' folks ; ef I dew say it, 
 thare wan't never a homely Johnson in the whole family ; when I was 
 young 'n chipper all the beaux in the kountry used tew tell how handsum 
 Matilda Johnson was, an' I bed plenty o' chances tew git married, but I 
 alius sed, sez I, no sir, I haint goin' tew git spliced tew no man round here, 
 I'll have the best or none. 
 
 Pete, (aside) De man mus' be dead gone crazy, what would marry dat 
 old steam-engine. 
 
 Aunt M. Yeour marm's ben a tellin' me how yeou kinder kalkilate on 
 gittin* married ; that's a pert little gal, she looks pretty, but yeou can't 
 alius tell by appearances, ef she's one o' them kind o' Beuton's that used 
 tew live'down by the old yaller saw-mill she's — 
 
 Alice. Oh, Aunt Matilda, do let those Bentons alone. 
 
 Frank. Aunt, let me introduce my friend Mr. Wallace ; Wallace, this 
 IS Aunt Matilda Johusonj a relative of my mothers. 
 
 Wallace, {extending his hand) I am delighted to make your acquaintance, 
 madam. 
 
 Aunt M. Be yeou ! Bless me, how cold yeour hands are ! Is yeour 
 health good? I never knew any body to hev cold hands but what some- 
 thin' ailed 'em, I don't believe yeour liver is jest right, ef that's it I brung 
 Bome 3''arb3 with me that'll cure yeou in no time. 
 
 Wallace. Thanks, my good woman for your kindness, but I have no need 
 of your herbs. 
 
 Aunt M, Mebbe not, but yeou won't hold out ef yeou hain't keerful ; 
 neow there's Zeb Jones, he had the asthma the wus kind, an' I wanted 
 aim to drink some yarb tea, but he wouldn't an' last week he died. 
 
 Pete, {aside) Golly, I should tink her tongue would hab de cramps, 
 ^uess it's a patent what goes an' goes an' nebber stops. 
 
 Wallace, Ladies, this has been a delightful afternoon, especially so in 
 jour cosy home. Hasleton is a lucky fellow to be possessor of sych an at- 
 tractive home, ruled by such charming ladies. 
 
 Alice. Spare your fine sentences, Mr. Wallace ; you know I don't appreci- 
 ate flattery. 
 
 Wallace, I am speaking the truth. No one can so appreciate home life, 
 «(S he who is far away from "home, sweet home." 
 
 Aunt 31. I s'pose yeou know that tune, don't yeou? I used tew sing 
 that tew Squire Haskins, when he come a sparkin' me, that was arter his 
 Becond wife, she t'was Polly Larkins, arter she died. 
 
 Pete, {aside) I jes wish I had dat old gal's tongue, ter put in dat watch 
 ob mine : golly, dere nebber'd be any danger ob it stoppin' again. 
 
OUR AWFUL AUNT, ' T 
 
 Frank. Carrie, why do you look so sad ? You've scarcely smiled slncd 
 •we came in, one would think you had mountains of trouble on your should- 
 ers. 
 
 Carrie. I was thinking— one can't always be merry, you know. 
 
 Aunt M. Did yeou say yeou was a Wallace? 
 
 Wallace, That ia my name. 
 
 Aunt M. Wal neow, I wonder ef yeou're one o' them Wallaces that 
 used tew live at Brown's Holler, there was six o' the children, an' yeovi 
 look a heap like Cynthia ; she was an old maid, yeou know ; she done her 
 best tew ketch Squire Hawkins, but the Squire alius sed, sez he, ef I can't 
 hare Matilda Johnson, I'll live alone, an' so Cynthia got mad an' died that 
 Fall ; the doctor sed t'was congestion o' the lungs, but I alius know'd she 
 died out o' spite. 
 
 Wallace, {aside) That woman ought to be in a lunatic asylum, {fo Aunt 
 2d.) I don't think the Cynthia of your story, was a relative of mine. 
 . Aunt M. Mebbe not, but I wouldn't be s'prised ef she was; she bad 
 kinder weak eyes. It's tew bad yeour eyes hain't strong, but I bruug a 
 yarb that's a sure cure fur sore eyes, yeou steep it in hot water au — 
 
 Wallace, {aside) Heavens ! I'm nearly wild, {to Frank) Come, Hasle- 
 ton, if we are going down street had we not better start? 
 
 Mrs H. Frank, you are not going out this evening, are you? 
 
 Frank. Only for a while. Good-by all. €ome Carrie, cheer up, drive 
 away that sadness, and welcome me with a smile when 1 return. 
 
 {Frank and Wallace, exit i.. 
 
 Pete. Dere dey's gone off on anudder bust, an' Massa Frank needn't 
 tink I'se gwine ter tote off down street after him ebery night jes' 'cos ha 
 don't know enuff to come hisself; I wan't made to lug tipsy fellers round 
 no how. 
 
 Ajint M. Tipsey ? Marther yeou don't mean tew say that Frank's took 
 ter drinkin', dew yeou? 
 
 Mrs H. My heart is greatly troubled on Frank's account ; until lately, 
 he has been a model fellow, but for some time now I have had reason lu 
 fear that the tempter was gaining a victory. 
 
 Carrie, Alice, I have an intense headache, let us go to our room. 
 
 Aunt M. Don't yeou want me tew git yeou some pennyrial, it's fust rate 
 fur headache ? 
 
 Carrie. No, thanks. Good-night, {Alice and Carrie, exit r. 
 
 Aunt M. I'm real sorry ef Frank's got tew cuttin' up his didoes ; it beats 
 all possesst, h^ow these fellers will act, ez ef the old boy had a niorgage ou 
 'em. But neow Marther, yeou go right up stairs an' see ef yepu can't hel]> 
 that gal's headache, an, I'll go tew my room, 
 
 Mrs II. Well, good night. {exit r. 
 
 Aunt M. There, neow I've got red o' her, I'll jest start out on a cam- 
 paign, an' victory'll be the result, there hain't no use in lettin* sin run ou 
 jest as it's a mind tew, the best way is to haul it right up stock still, &u' 
 that's what I'm goin' tew dew, Look here Pete, ef that's yeour pesky, nig- 
 gery, name, I've got some work fur yeou tew dew. 
 
 Pete. Tinks I'se done enuff already, lugged all dera boxes fer yer^ dat 
 was worf tree dollar?. 
 
 Aunt M. Never mind them neow; dew yeou know where Frank goes 
 carousing nights ? 
 
 Pete. Golly I dew ; I'se ben dere an' brung him home lots ob times ; hft 
 gits jis ez drunk ez he kin, an' den I has to tote him home, but I ain'tgwiue 
 ter do it any mo'. 
 
 Aunt M. Where does he go ? 
 
 Pete. Down ter Massa Wallace's room, but I ain't gwine after him, yer 
 needn't ax me ter? 
 
 Au7it M. Won't yeou save Frank ef yeou can ? 
 
 Pete. Golly, I'll do anything fer Massa Frank, but how's yer gwine ter 
 gabe him I Right tough job I reckon. 
 
•8 - OUR AWFUL AUi^TT. 
 
 Aunt M. Yeou. leave that tew me. Yeou go au' put on yeour coat ac* 
 corae with me. 
 
 Fete. Go wid yer? Whar de dickens yer want mo ter go wid yer ? 
 
 Aunt 21. Ask no questions; git reddy an' come along an' we'll put a 
 Btop to Frank's tantrums. {Pete exit h.) I never yet walked out with a 
 ni'o-ger, but I'll do that ef there's a chance tew save Marther's son. Kone 
 onThe Johnsons ever died a drunkard yit an' I'm bound none on 'em shall 
 ef I kin help it. I'll jest ferret this matter out ; that goggle-eyed fop Wal- 
 lace, hain't any decent fellow, I believe there's an imp o' Satan stickin* 
 right out o' his' weak eyes that don't mean any good tew Frank. Why 
 under the sun don't that nigger come along? 'Spect folks'll think I'm 
 elopin' with the ape, but I don't keer ef I kin accomplish my object. {2nUs 
 on bonnet and shawl) It'll take that Pete till marnin' I s'pose. {picking up 
 her vmhrella) Guess I'd better take this amberil, it ain't a goin' tew rain^ 
 but I may need it fur a weapeu, I hain't a goin' ouprotected. 
 
 Enter Fete l. dressed for loalk. 
 
 Fete. Dere now, I'se ready. (takes her arm. 
 
 A.unt M. {boxing his ears) Yeou sassy ape, can't yeou stand alone? Ef 
 yeou don't stop yeour nonsense, I'll woUop yeou with this amberil. 
 Fde, Come along den, I know how ter beau de gal's I does, {both ex.it R, 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 &CENE SECOND.— Interior of Wallace's room', wine glasses, eigafS, and 
 cards on the table. 
 
 Enter Fete) R. -followed by Aunt Matilda. 
 
 Fete. Deve old woman is Massa Wallace's room, de place whar Massa 
 Frank totes hisseif ebery night in de week, Now you's,e got here what 
 you gwine ter do ? 
 
 Aunt M. Do? I'm agoin' tew stay an' find out ^ullat there is goin' on; 
 I've heern heow these fellers drink'n carouse, an' neow I'm goin' tew stay 
 an' when the right minnit comes I'll bounce on Frank an' them other fel- 
 lers, an' let "'em know that there's a christian woman a livin'ez won't stand 
 by an' see 'em go down to perdition, without sayin' nary word. 
 
 Fete. Golly, you'se got de spunk, yer has, dat's a fac', but we'd better 
 be gitten' out o' here, el^*Massa Wallace comes an' cotches us here widout 
 an' umvite, he'll disrest us for house-breakin'. 
 
 ,AuntM. Yeou'd better say fur head-breakin* j ef he gives me any o' 
 his sass, I'll whack him on the cocoanut with my amberil ; I hain't afraid 
 o' Mister Wallace, nor none o' his gang, an' ef yeou're skeert jest keep 
 '.lose tew me an' I'll protect yeou. {Pete, stands very close to her, she picshes 
 nim aside) Oh, yeou fool, yeou needn't hang onto my skirta like a year old 
 baby ;.yeou behave yeourself. {goes to table) Yes, jest ez I 'spected, wine 
 an' cards ; when fellers git kerried away with them, it's mighty hard work 
 bringin' 'em to their senses. {Fete seizes a bottle of wine, and raises it to his 
 lips, Aunt Matilda hits him with umbrella) There yeou pesky jack-a-nape, 
 yeou put that stuff right down there on that table, an* don't yeou dare tew 
 tech another drop on't, or I'll break every bone in yeour body with my 
 amberil. 
 
 Pete. Yer needn't yell like dat, Inebber teched one drop, she's you're 
 born. 
 
 AuntM. Wal, yeou lyin' ape I Never teched a drop I Why, I'll war- 
 rant yeou driaked a pint. 
 
OUR AWFUL AUNT. 9 
 
 Pete. Dat wan't no lie ; Hwan't one drop, 'twas a hundred. Gollv, some- 
 body's comin' up de stairs I {listens at ike door) It's Massa Wallace! 
 Golly, whafll we do? 
 
 Aioit M. Hide, yeou fool, an' ef yeou don't keep still remember I'll lol- 
 lop yoou with this amberiK Come along, we'll hide in this next room. 
 
 (exit h, 
 Enter Wallace r, followed by Dave. 
 
 Wallace. Now we are alone Dave, we'll talk over our plan; we mua'- 
 make quick work, and leave this place to-nii^hj;. 
 
 Dave, I'm hard up and not contrary to filling my pockets with the sub- 
 jitantial. If I had had my way, 'twould have been done long ago, but I sup- 
 pose you found it very pleasant playing the agreeable to Hasleton's pretty 
 sister, eh ? 
 
 Wallace. Me, play agreeable to her? I tell you Dave, she hates me and 
 80 do the rest of the family, they have plainly tried to break the intimacy 
 between Hasletou and myself. 
 
 Daiie. We'll break it to-night. 
 
 Wallace. Could you have seen the jealous glances his pretty jf a?) cee gave 
 me this evening, you would have trembled. 
 
 Dave. She may have her lover and welcome alter this night's work. 
 His friend Wallace, won't trouble her with his presence again, unless he 
 happens to be caught. 
 
 Wallace. Caught? That is impossible. Before he has recovered from 
 the effects of the drug, we shall have emptied the safe and be far away. 
 He is coming, that is his step. Make no mistake Dave, remember the drug 
 is in this bottle with the blue marks on the label. 
 
 [pours the drug into the bottle. 
 
 Dave. All right, never fear me. But what if he hasn't the keys ik his 
 pocket? 
 Wallace. He has, he alwavs carries them. 
 
 Enter Frank, b. 
 
 Wallace. Here at last old fellow, eh ? 
 
 Frank. Ami late? 
 
 Wallace. Rather, but we'll excuse you. 
 
 Dave. Whai^'s first on the programme, boys? 
 
 Frank. A game of cards by all means. (thei/ take seat.^ at table, 
 
 Wallace, (passing cigars) LeX's have a smoke first. I want you to trj 
 these new cigars, the best in market. (they Wiht cigars. 
 
 Dave, (pouring wine) Ye6,and this wine, thiajs the best in the market, 
 eh, Wallace? * 
 
 Frank. One doesn't need to be told that, Wallace always has good wine. 
 
 Wallace. Dave, open that new bottle for Hasleton ; it's'a new brand sent 
 me this afternoon. [Dave passes wine, all drink. 
 
 Frank. That is good. You are a regular connoisseur in wines, Wallace. 
 
 Dave. Now for a eong boys, what shall it be ? 
 
 Wallace. "Home, Sweet Home," Hasleton. That is what your auirtuaed 
 to sing to the Squire.. By Jove, she's a comical piece, isn't she ? 
 
 Frank. Yes, but very good hearted. 
 
 Dave. A song, a song I 
 
 Frank. Yeo, yes, a song. This wine makes mo merry. Come ou. 
 
 (all sing one verse of ** Little Brown Jug..'* 
 
 Frank. My head feels'-hic-^uncommonly queer, that wine's — hie — a little 
 too strong — hie— for me. 
 
 Wallace. I guess not : it won't do you any harm. 
 
 Dave, (aside to Wallace) He's getting pretty well over the bay. 
 
 Frank. Come, come— hie— les' — les'— have— hie— another eong — hie— a 
 
10 OUR AWFUL AUNT. 
 
 — another song, {all sing verse, of some bachanalian song, Frank sings very 
 boisterously. 
 
 Frank. (j>idting his hand to his head) My head grows worse — hie — I — I — 
 guess — hie— that wine— was— strong, {rising) Guess— I'll — I'll go home. 
 
 Wallace. (Pushing him back in the chair) No, no, sit down 5 you will be 
 all right in a minute, just keep quiet. 
 
 Dave, {aside to Wallace) It's working well. 
 
 Frank. I-I-feel — hie — faint. (drops head on table 
 
 {Dave and Wallace stand conversing in whispers 
 
 Wallace, {goes to table, lavs his hand on Frank's shoulder) Hasleton I 
 
 Dave. Ko answer, then ail is right. Now let's to work and find the key 
 soon as possible, {they search his pockets, Dave finds the key) Here it is, 
 now we are all right. {hands key to Wallace, who puts it in his pocket 
 
 Enter, Axmt Matilda and Pete from l., quickly, the former brandishing an 
 
 W7ibrelld. 
 
 Aunt M. No, you hain't all right! Pete, you grab one pesky thief, an* 
 I'll hold 'tother {she seizes Wallace, Pete seizes Dave, a lively scuffle ensues. 
 Wallace strikes at Aunt M., toho grasps luvi by the throat and screams loudly) 
 Help, murder, murder! Perlice, perlice! 
 
 Pete. Police, police ! 
 
 Enter, two Policemen, r. 
 
 1st P. What is the matter here? 
 
 Pete. Dese two fellers am a robbin' Massa Frank, an' de ole gal an' me 
 we'se holdin' um till yer come, an — 
 
 Aunt 31. Yes, Mister Perlicemau, this consarned foppy thief here, 
 drugged an' robbed my nephew Frank, au' I'm about tuckered out holdin' 
 onto him, so ef you'll clap some han'cuffs onto him an' rest me, I'd like it. 
 
 1st P. We will arrest these men. {taps Wallace on shoulder) My maa, 
 I'll take charge of you. 
 
 fcZ P. {to Dave) And you are in. my charge. 
 
 1st P. Now we Avill hear your story. 
 
 Pete. Wal, me an' de ole gal corned in an' hid in de next room, an — 
 
 Aunt 3f. Neow Pete, yeou shet up an' I'll tell that story myself. Yeou 
 jist run up to the house an' bring Marther, Alice an' the Benton gal down 
 tiere in no time; yeou. skedaddle ez fast as yeou can. {exit Pete R. 
 
 1st P. Now my good woman go on. 
 
 Aunt M. Wal this feller's name is Wallace, an' he's boon leadin' Frank 
 into all sorts o' scrapes, teechm' him to play cards an' drink wine, an' to- 
 Tiight when Frank started off, I made up my mind to ferret the scamp out, 
 an' I've done it. The nigger knowed where they vvent, an' so he brought 
 me here an' we hid in that room, an' binieby Wallace an' that thief there, 
 come in an' planned how they was agoin' to drug Frank an' git the key 
 o'the safe. Yeou know my nephew Frank is cashier in the National Bank 
 0' the city, an' I 'aint goin' tew see him git into trouble. 
 
 Wallace. Her story is a confounded lie. 
 
 Aunt M. A lie, is it? Yeou call me a liar, dew yeou ? {strikes him tvith 
 her uinbrella.) 
 
 1st P. Madam, unless you are peaceful we shall have to arrest you. 
 
 Aunt M. Yeou won't 'rest me so long az I've got this 'ere araberil ; I al- 
 lers stand up fer my rights, an' there haint no perliceman in this country 
 cv, kin run over me. 
 
 i?'/ P. We shall have a case of assault and battery with intent to kill. 
 
 Aunt M. Come, why don't you fellers go to work an' git them keys? 
 Why don't you sarch that Wallnce an' git um ? 
 
 Wallace. The woman lies, I have none of Hasleton's keys. 
 
 Aunt M. He has, fur I saw him steal it. 
 
OUR AWFUL AUNT. 1] 
 
 1st P. I will search him. {searches his pockets and finds key)' There, if 
 that it, Madam ? 
 
 Aunt M. I'm pretty certain 'tis. Yeou wait a miaute and Frank will 
 tell you. {goes to Frank) Frank, Frank I Here boy, try au' rouse up, 
 yeou're all right now, Aunt Matilda's got the scoundrels. 
 
 Frank, {rasing his head) Oh, my head feels so strangely. 
 
 Aunt M. I should think 'twould, but never mind that now. Come, boy 
 wake up; dew you know me, Frank ? 
 
 Frank. Yes. Where am 1 1 Aunt Matilda ! What— what's the matter? 
 x'm choking — give me some water. {Aunt M. gives him ivater) Oh, that 
 tastes good, my throat is burning— where am I? I — I can't think! 
 
 Aunt M. Wal boy, yeou're in one o' the dens o' eatan, an' two o' his 
 imps hev been tryiu' to drag yeou clown to perdition, but I jist spiled their 
 little game. Yecu've been robbed, Frank. 
 
 Frank, {rising quickly) Robbed! Where is Wallace? 
 
 Au7it M. There ho is, in a fair way to git where his goggled-oyes will 
 have to look through iron bars. 
 
 1st P. {holds up key) Sir, what key is this ? 
 
 Frank, {takes key) Why it is the key to the bank safe ! Where did 
 you get it? 
 
 1st P. In this felloe's pocket. 
 
 Frank. Is this true ! Wallace, what means this ? 
 
 Wallace. I saw you were getting drunk and took it for safe keeping. 
 
 Aunt M. Don't yeou believe it. He drugged yeou, that new brand o' 
 wine was drugged. He's a thief an' a scoundrel, there haint no name un- 
 der heavens an' airtli mean enough for him. 
 
 Frank. It is all a mystery, I can't understand it. 
 
 Aunt M. I kin, if yeou can't, an' I'm jist agoin' to have justice done. 
 
 Pete enters, h., followed hy Mrs. Hasleton, Alice and Carrie. 
 
 Pete. Here dey is, de whole caboodle ob dem, mos' scat out ob der 
 senses, cryin' like ez ef Massa Frank was dead. 
 
 Mrs H. Frank, my boy, what has hapi)ened? 
 
 Alice. I knew it would' come to some dreadful end; I alv/ays said Mr, 
 Wallace was no true friend. 
 
 Aunt Id. For massa sakes don't go tew scoldin' the poor boy when he 
 haint half in his mind. He's all right now; this night'U be a lesson to 
 him, an' he'll be an honest man fur the rest o' his nat'ral life. 
 
 3d P. Come, we can't be dawdliu' jaere, the woman's story is fair 
 enough, why not come along? 
 
 Ist P. {(joinq to Mrs. II.) Madam, I am glad for your sake that this af- 
 fair has terminated without further injury to your son's character. These 
 men are well known to us as polished and scheming villains. 
 
 {Exit R,, Police, Wallace and Dave 
 
 Aunt M. A happy prison cell tew both on yeou. I jist feel ez if I could 
 dance an old fashioned jig at yeour hangin'. 
 
 Pete, GoUies, l*d like to be de hangman, yer jesbet dey'd dangle roun' in 
 de air like two jtimpin'-jacks, 
 
 Frank. After the diegraoe I have brought to you, how can I ask you to 
 forgive. Mother, a penitent son asks pardon, and gives you his promise 
 to reform, 
 
 Mrs H. God bless you, my boy. For many days I have been anxious 
 lieoause of your waywardness, but I knew that in His own good time the 
 Master would give you back to me as noble and true as in the old days. 
 13ut Frank, is there not another of whom you should ask forgiveness? 
 
 Frank. You mean Carrie, 1 dare not hope now that her love is mine, 
 yet Carrie, what is my fate? 
 
 Carrie. Forgiven, and in the bright future before us this dark night 
 will be forgotten. 
 
23 OUn AWFUL AtjNT. 
 
 Prank. Thanks for that ray dearest. And now in the presence of all, 1 
 solemnly promise to abstain forever from the accursed cup which would 
 have been my ruin, but for the courage and love of Aunt Matilda, {takes 
 her hand) How can I thank you for saving me from distruction. 
 
 Aunt M. By keepin' in the right ro.'^d, my boy ^ the cross roads may 
 look kinder invitin* but the straight an' narrow way alius leads to the best 
 pasture. Yeou orter heai-n tew Alice in the beglniu'. 
 
 Frank. Yes. my noble sister, I— ' 
 
 Alice. No excuses Frank, My brother saved from disgrace, my heart is 
 so full of happinessj that I can harbor no unforgiving thoughts. 
 
 PetCi Dis am berry afFectin', I mus" say. 
 
 Frank. Why Pete.; do you think you are forgotten ? 
 
 Aunt M. I never could bear a nigijer, but 1 mus' say this Pete is gen- 
 uine grit clear tew the backbone ; yeou'd orter thank him, fur Pd never got 
 info this plaguey place ef it hadn't been fur him, 
 
 Mrs H. Fete knows how much we all appreciate his faithfullness to 
 Frank*, Yes, indeed, he has ever been a good friend to me. 
 
 Pete. Now don't go to pilin' de taffy too stee,p, cos I'se liable to blush, 
 an' dat would spile my complexion. 
 
 Aunt M. (picking up her wfn.hrella) T'm jlstgoin' tew keep this ambrell, 
 it's bin a friend in need to-night. I tell yeou, folks kjn talk about rifles an' 
 guns an* pistols? and all them things, but there haint no weapon half ez; 
 handy an' powerful az an ambrell. 
 
 Pete. Pd liketer know ef you'se gvvin' ter stay here all night? 
 
 Aunt M. I kinder reckon we won't, Pve had enuff o' this pesky place, 
 my errand's done, an' Pm satisfied. 
 
 'Frank. Yes, to-night I leave, once and forever, the haimts of sin and 
 satan, and strengthened by your love I shall nevermore turn aside from 
 ■uprightness and honor; the p'.ist few irtonths I cast aside as an unholy 
 memory and face the future a new man, saved by one whose name is en- 
 graven in golden letters upon my heart; and to whom I owe a debt of grat- 
 itude which can never be paid ; honor and thanks to my noble Aunt. 
 
 Pete. YeS; dat's jis' it, t'anks to her. GolHes, Missus, yer can brung all 
 de ban'boxes an' grass yer wants tew, an' dis yer chile will tote dem all 
 ober de house fur yer, an' nebber'll find fault ag'in 'bout dat **AWFUL 
 AUNT.'' 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
Ames' Plays—Continued, 
 
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 NO. M. F. 
 
 4S Schnaps I 1 
 
 107 School 5'0 
 
 183 Seeing Bosling 3 
 
 138 Sewing Circle of Period... 5 
 
 115 S. H. A. M. Pinafore 5 3 
 
 55 Somebody's Nobody ...... 3 2 
 
 94 16,000 YeVrs Ago 3 
 
 2 3 Sport with a Sportsman... 2 
 
 79 Spy of Atlanta, 25c 14 3 
 
 92 Stage Struck Darkey 2 1 
 
 10 Stacks Up, Stocks Down.. 2 
 
 137 Taking the Census 1 1 
 
 62 Ten Nights in Bar-Room 7 3 
 
 64 That Boy Sam 3 I 
 
 40 That Mysterious B'dle ... 2 2 
 
 38 The Bewitched Closet 5 2 
 
 87 The Biter Bit 5 2 
 
 131 The Cigarette 4 2 
 
 144 Thekla 6 7 
 
 101 The Coming Man„ 3 1 
 
 67 The False Friend 6 1 
 
 97 The Fatal Blow 7 1 
 
 119 The Forty-Niners 10 4 
 
 93 TheOentleman iii Black 9 4 
 112 The New Magdalen 8 3 
 
 118 The Popcorn M«n 3 l! 
 
 71 The Peward of Crime 5 3 , 
 
 U The Serf .^ 3', 
 
 68 The Sham Professor 4 
 
 6 The Studio :i (I 
 
 102 Turn of the Tide 7 4 
 
 54 TheTwoT. J's„ 4 2 
 
 7 The Vow of the Ornani .. 8 1 I 
 28 Thirty-thr«en.xtBrithd'y 4 2 
 
 108 Those Awful Boys 5 j 
 
 63 Three Glasses a Day 4 2' 
 
 10-5 Through Snow and Sun- ! 
 
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 142 Tit for Tat 2 li 
 
 4 Twain's Dodging „ '^ 1 i 
 
 151 Wanted a Husband, 2 i : 
 
 5 When Women Weep 3 2 ' 
 
 121 Will-o'-the-Wisp 9 4| 
 
 56 WooingXJnder Difficulties 4 3 1 
 
 41 Won at Last 7 ?, \ 
 
 .70 Which will he Marry. ..„ ii 8 ! 
 
 135 Widower's Trials 5 4 | 
 
 58 Wrecked 9 8 1 
 
 147 Waking Him Up 1 2| 
 
 111 Tankee Duelist 2 2] 
 
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