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Randolph St., Chicago THE ROAD AGENT A WESTERN PLAYLET BY CHARLES ULRICH AUTHOR OF ' The Altar of Riches,' ' "A Daughter of the Desert, " ' ' The Desert- er '," "The Editor-in-Chief ," ''The High School Freshman ," "The Honor of a Cowboy," "The Hebrew," "In Plum Valley, " ' ' The Man from Nevada , " "On the Little Big Horn ," " The Political Editor, " ' ' The Town Marshal," and "The Tramp and the Actress . ' ' CHICAGO T. S. DENISON & COMPANY Publishers A& THE ROAD AGENT CHARACTERS. Bill Clark A Road Agent Harry Ainsley. . . s a Mining Operator Sam Stewart Sheriff of Comanche County Mercedes a Woman with a Secret Scene — The Sierra Mountains, California. Time — The Present. Time of Playing— About Thirty Minutes. Note— Clark and Ainsley may double. Notice.— Production of this play is free to amateurs, but the sole professional rights are reserved by the Publishers. COPYRIGHT, 1912, BY EBEN H. NORRIS. 2 £)CI.D 30564 THE ROAD AGENT 3 STORY. Harry Ainsley is about to leave for Goldvil.le to close a mining deal when he observes Mercedes, his wife, in tears. He chides her and seeks to learn her secret, but she frus- trates his object and they separate for a time. Stewart, a sheriff, arrives at the cabin and it develops that Mercedes had some years previously been the wife of Bill Clark, a road agent, who was thought to have been killed at the time of a holdup. The finding of a skeleton and boots bearing Clark's initials led to the conclusion that Clark had been killed, and Mercedes, acting upon that belief, weds Harry Ainsley, without, however, informing him of her past. Stewart informs Mercedes that Clark is alive and a fugi- tive. When Stewart leaves the cabin in search of Clark, Mercedes resolves to leave Ainsley and hide in San Fran- cisco. Just as she is about to take her departure, Clark appears and demands that she accompany him. She refuses, and when Stewart is heard approaching the cabin Clark appeals to Mercedes to save him. She hides him in her bedroom, from the window of which he makes his escape, only to meet death at the hands of two of Stewart's depu- ties. Ainsley returns suddenly and ring's Mercedes in tears of joy, as he fancies, over his arrival. Stewart keeps her secret and the Ainsley household is enshrouded in happiness. CHARACTERS AND COSTUMES. Bill Clark — A tall, dark man of about thirty years, brazen and cowardly. He is a typical ruffian, furtive and restless. He is being closely pursued and shows trepidation and fear. He wears a rough costume, blue shirt, with red handkerchief about his throat, trousers tucked in boots and belted at the waist. His hat is broad-brimmed and he is covered with dust. He carries a revolver. Harry Ainsley — A handsome young man, about twenty- five years old, dashing and full of grit. He is well dressed, his costume being western in makeup but of a better sort, he being a successful miner. 4 THE ROAD AGENT Sam Stewart — A typical frontier sheriff, swarthy, gray and about sixty years old. He speaks with a drawl, but shows that he is brave in an emergency and generous eveYi to his enemies. He wears a broad-brimmed white hat, white shirt, with red handkerchief around his neck, trousers tucked into riding boots, spurs, and sack coat covered with dust. He carries a revolver at his belt. Mercedes — A handsome woman of twenty-five years, emotional, humorous and shows that she has no fear of the dangers attending residence in a frontier settlement. She has a secret which preys on her mind and she is sad and thoughtful, but her real nature reasserts itself when dan- ger of exposure enmeshes her. She wears an ordinary house gown of white material and later dons a traveling costume with hat, gloves, etc. PROPERTIES. Table, several chairs, sofa, screen and furniture for inte- rior of rough but cosy cabin. Sideboard, decanter with liquor and several glasses. Revolver for Clark and another for Stewart. Suitcase for Ainsley. Lamp, books and other articles for table. SCENE PLOT. □ DCha,r Cv n □ Chair Chai Table a \\Chair STAGE DIRECTIONS. R. means right of the stage ; C, center ; R. C, right cen- ter; L., left; R. D., right door; L. D., left door, etc. ; 1 E., first entrance ; U. E., upper entrance, etc. ; D. E., door in flat or scene running across the back of the stage ; 1 G., first groove, etc. The actor is supposed to be facing the audience. THE ROAD AGENT Scene: Ainsley's cabin in the Sierras. A modest inte- rior in 3. Window, R. C. in F.; practical doors, R. 2 E. and L. U. E. Sideboard, with dishes, glasses, decanter with liquor, silverware, etc., between door and window in flat. Table, with books, newspapers and the like, R. C, with two chairs. Sofa with cushions, and a sombrero, L. C. Skins of animals on the floor, with pictures, guns and trophies of the ' chase on walls. Screen up R. Scene may be embellished at will of stage manager, so as to suggest idea of substantial comfort. See Scene Plot for stage setting. At rise Mercedes sings merrily off stage, R. 2 E., and she enters a moment later, R. 2 E., carrying a work basket con- taining embroidery, etc. She crosses to table, R. C, takes up a book after placing work basket on table, sighs deeply, then turns L. Mercedes (at C, looking about). Harry not finished yet! Where is he? (Calls.) Harry! (After a pause.) Harry! Harry (off stage at L. U. E.). I'm coming, sweetheart. (After a pause, then crash is heard.) Damnation ! Mercedes (laughingly). How shocking! What is the matter, Harry? Harry (off stage, dolefully). I'm trying to put on that dodgasted collar and tie you bought me in Frisco. (Noise heard. ) Mercedes (sits L. of table, with laugh). Had I known they would give you so much trouble, dear, I should never have bought them for you. Harry (off stage). There" are some crimes one must for- give even one's wife, you know, pet. Mercedes (starts — aside). Crimes! If he only knew! (Aloud.) You are complimentary, Harry. If you care to catch the stage for Goldvil.le, you'll have to hurry. I saw 6 THE ROAD AGENT it at the turn of the road from my window just now. (Works with embroidery.) Harry (off stage). Oh, I'll catch it, or tear this tie to tatters ! (Sounds off stage of struggle and muttered im- precations. ) Mercedes (working at table — aside). I should be the happiest woman in all the world, and yet, ah ! can I ever for- get my wretched past? Will it rise up like Banquo's ghost to confound and destroy me ? No, no ! It is impossible ! He is dead and I shall see nor hear of him no more ! (She sits at table, her head resting upon her hand, her eyes staring into vacancy, her manner one of deep preoccupation.) Enter Harry, L. U. E. He is well dressed in "store" clothes, with blue flannel shirt, broad-brimmed hat, boots, etc. He carries a suitcase in one hand and a red tie in the other. His collar is buttoned only at one end and he looks in general disarray. He comes to table, sees Mercedes, then places suitcase quietly down on floor, creeps up behind her and laughingly covers her eyes with his hands. Harry (laughingly). Brooding again, Mercedes! (He draws her face towards him and looks at her reprovingly.) Really, I am either a bad husband, or you have some dreadful secret gnawing at your heartstrings. Which is it, Mercedes? Mercedes (pulling herself together with an effort). I, a secret ? Why — Harry (kissing her). We've been married only three months, and here you are moping like an old maid who's lost her last chance to win a husband. Now, why is it, Mer- cedes? Mercedes (agitated). You don't understand, Harry — Harry. Yes, I do. I saw you crying last night. Have I ever given you cause to weep, sweetheart? Mercedes. No, no ! Harry. We've been married, as I said just now, three months. An eternity — Mercedes (reproachfully). How dare you say that, Harry ? Harry (zvith a laugh). Eternity of love, darling. THE ROAD AGENT 7 Mercedes (rising and kissing him). That is quite differ- ent. Harry. We have lived here in this bungalow as happy as two turtle doves, and yet I often find you crying. A woman doesn't cry for fun, so there must be a vital reason for it. What is it, love? Mercedes (takes his tie and puts it about his neck). Let me help you with your tie, Harry. It is quite plain you don't understand women — that is, some women, as well as you would have me believe. Harry. That may be true, but I can't help thinking I may have given you cause to rue our marriage. Mercedes. Don't be foolish, Harry. You are the dearest chap in all the world, and you have made me the happiest woman in California. Harry (apologetically). I know I'm a rough chap and this out of the way place in the Sierras is not just the home I had intended to provide for my bride ; but when I close that mining deal, we will go to town and live like real human beings. Mercedes s (putting -finishing touch to tie). We shall, Harry. You see, it wasn't so difficult to arrange your tie. Whatever would you do without me? Harry (picking up suitcase and stuffing various things into it). I see it all now! Mercedes (laughingly). I'm glad you do. Harry (eagerly). You're moping because I'm going to Goldsville to close up that deal. Isn't that so, Mercedes? Mercedes (sighingly) . Yes. I cannot bear to have you out of my sight, even for a day. Harry. That's what I thought. But I'll be back tomor- row, and then we'll arrange to go to Frisco, and we'll live like real swells at the best hotel, and have servants, and a butler, and maids, and hold receptions and give pink teas with a little real booze on the side, and a ride about in our own choo-choo wagon, with a chauffeur in a green uniform sitting in front. What do you think of that, Mercedes? (Takes her in his arms.) Mercedes (nestling close to him, a half sob in her voice) . 8 THE ROAD AGENT A delightful picture, pet, but don't count your chickens before they're hatched. Harry. We're not in the chicken business now, sweet- heart; so don't worry about the hatching end of the game. Mercedes. Are you sure the syndicate won't* back down? Harry. Of course not! The contract's ready to be signed. Besides, what's a measley three hundred thousand dollars to a bunch of money kings from New York? The cards have been played and the game won, but the stakes are all for my little side partner. (Kisses her.) Sam (in disguised voice, off stage, C. in F.) Hallo! Mercedes (breaking away from him and running to win- dow, R. C. in F.). There's the stage, Harry. Hurry! Harry (hastily picking up suitcase, and with several things under his arms he goes to door, L. C. in F.). Good- by, Mercedes! (He opens door and yells off loudly.) Hold those horses, Bill, and I'll be with you in a jiffy! (To Mercedes/ who stands before him, her arms about his neck.) Don't worry about me or that deal, little one. I'll be back tomorrow night sound as a nut, believe me ! Mercedes (with emotion). I shall pray for your safe return, Harry. (Kisses him.) Goodby. Harry. Goodby ! (Exit L. C. in F., running, going L., off stage.) Here I am, Bill! (Mercedes stands at door waving a handkerchief off L. The voices of several men are heard off stage, among them Harry's. The crack of a whip is then heard, and sounds of stage moving, with tramp of horses' steps, producing a medley of sounds which die away gradually. When noise subsides, Mercedes turns down C, sighingly, her hand pressed to her heart, her manner shozving deep agitation.) Mercedes (coming down to table and fingering objects on it abstractedly). He does not suspect the truth! Ah, why in God's name did I conceal it from him — him, of all men. He had the right to know, and his brave heart would have understood and forgiven all ; But my weak woman's heart withheld the truth, fearing he might revile me as something to be scorned ! I was innocent of wrongdoing, THE ROAD AGENT 9 and innocence knows no shame ! (After a pause.) He must learn my secret some day, for I shall reveal it unwittingly in my sleep perhaps. Should he then cast me off, well. — one can die only once, after all ! (She stands thoughtfully at table.) Enter Sam in back. He stands in front of window, which is open, and looks in doubtingly. He is a man of sixty years, shriveled up, lanky and dressed in typical western neglige costume, with revolver, top boots with spurs, white shirt, etc^ Mercedes turns up stage and starts when she sees him at window. Sam (taking off his hat). Beg pardon, mum, kin I come in? Mercedes (going to window). Who are you and what do you want? Sam. I'm Sam Stewart, Sheriff of Comanche County, mum. Hope I didn't skeer ye, mum? Mercedes (astonished). The Sheriff! Won't you come in, Mr. Stewart? Sam (bowing). Sure as shootin', mum. I kinder would like to have a powwow. (He turns L. and enters by door, L. C. in F.) Mercedes (aside, going to table). What does this visit mean ? Somehow, I am afraid — afraid ! (She turns and as Sam comes down C. she points to chair R. of table.) Wel- come, Mr. Stewart. Sam (going to R. of table, idly fingering his hat). Just call me Sam, fur short, mum. They all does. You be all alone, I reckon, mum ? Mercedes (surprised). Yes, all alone, Sam. Sam (ill at ease). Ye be Mrs. Ainsley, I take it, mum? Mercedes. Yes. Sam. I done knowed it. I jest came up by the stage as yer husband took, and I says to myself that this must be Harry Ainsley's dump, seem' I ain't never been here afore. Mercedes (laughingly). Ainsley's dump! You are com- plimentary, Sam. Sam (nervously). Begs pardon, mum. I meant shack. 10 THE ROAD AGENT Ye see, I haint much of a figger in perlite sassiety sich as ye find in Frisco, and I hopes ye'll excuse them little tricks of speechifyin' my durned tongue gen'ally is guilty of, 'spe- cially when I've got too much of Jack Handy 's bug juice in my innards. Kin I sit down, mum? Mercedes. Certainly. (She sits L. of table, he sitting opposite her.) How may I be of service to you, sir? Sam. Wal, it's this way — ahem ! (He takes some docu- ments, including a photograph, from his pocket and looks at them doubtingly, at same time showing agitation.) I wants to ax ye a question. Air ye — is it — be it — (wiping his face with his coat sleeve)'. By the eternal! I'd ruther fight a gallon pailful of tarantulas in a boxcar than tackle ye about this business! Mercedes (astonished) . I do not understand, Sam. Sam (after a pause). Wall, to begin with — did ye ever know a galoot of the name of Bill Clark? Mercedes (starts in sudden fear). Bill Clark! Did you say Bill Clark ! Sam (nodding). Sure. Bill Clark, bad man, cutthroat, road agent. Mercedes (after a pause, irresolutely) . And if I should reply— no ? Sam. Then I should say, mum, that I hates to believe ye. (Offers her a photograph.) Did ye ever see that afore, mum? Mercedes (takes photograph, glances at it and drops it with a muffled cry). Merciful heavens! Sam (picking up photograph and placing it carefully in his pocket) . That is his picter and your'n, haint it ? Mecedes (sadly). Yes — his picture and mine, taken on our Wedding day in my mother's home in Iowa seven years ago. Sam (with satisfaction). Prezactly, mum. Ye be Bill Clark's wife. Mercedes (earnestly) . No, not his wife, but his widow! He was killed in the stage holdup at Ten-Mile Fork two years ago. Sam. Don't yer bet yer pile on that, mum. That wuz THE ROAD AGENT 11 the report at the time, but his body haint yet been found, I reckon. Mercedes. Oh, yes it was ! Not at the time, I admit, but six months later a skeleton was found in a gully a half mile from the scene of the attempted holdup. The initials, "W. C," on the bootlegs proved beyond question that the skeleton was that of Bill Clark, my husband. Sam. Sure, that wuz what everybody thought at the time, mum ; but this chap whose boots were found must hev been wearing Bill's boots at the time — Mercedes (rising impatiently). Impossible! (She runs to sideboard and takes newspaper from drawer and returns to Sam, her manner greatly excited.) See! Here is a full account of the affair, the identification of the bones and the like. Shall I read it? Sam. It haint worth while, mum. I allow it wuz on the strength of that article in that noospaper that ye got spliced to Harry Ainsley three months ago? Mercedes (astonished). Why, of course. What better proof could I demand that I was a widow. The Coroner's jury found that the skeleton was Bill Clark's, and they recommend that the camp offer prayers of thanks for its merciful delivery from him. Sam. Sure, mum, ye be right, but did ye tell Ainsley that 'ye wuz the widow of a gun fighter, gambler and road agent ? Mercedes (sadly, as she tosses the nezvspaper upon the table). No! I dared not risk the loss of his respect — his love. Sam (shakes his head). It mought hev been better if ye hed done it, mum. Ye might hev saved both of ye a power- ful sight o' trouble. Mercedes (eagerly). What do you mean? Sam (after a painful pause). I mean that Bill Clark is alive ! Mercedes (staggers back a step or two, her hand upon her heart). M) God! It is untrue! You are testing me for some purpose of your own ; but beware how you trifle with a woman's heart! 12 THE ROAD AGENT Clark appears at window and listens, taking care not to be seen. He is dressed in rough garments, has a dark wig and mustache and carries a revolver in his hand. He wears a white sombrero, much the worse for the wear. Sam. I hates to tell ye the truth, mum; but my dooty fo'ces me to — Mercedes {interrupting passionately). You are trying to deceive me! I tell you Bill Clark is dead! Have you proof to the contrary? Sam. Sure as shootin', mum. I see him alive an' kickin' last Tuesday night down Yreka way — Mercedes {dazed). It is impossible! Sam. I wuz hunting down the gang as stuck up Jim Hanks, the mail driver, three weeks ago, and when I goes into a saloon in the Flat, who should I plunk into but Bill Clark, alive as a rattlesnake and twice as ugly. Mercedes {sobbingly, at C). It is dreadful — madden- ing! Sam {rises and stands R. C). He must hev caught sight o' me, fur he vamoosed while I wuz talking to some o' the boys. I got onto his trail and here I be, mum. Mercedes {falls sobbingly into chair L. at table). You are killing me ! • Sam {earnestly) . Durn my skin, mum, I'd fight a stack o' wildcats to save ye a single tear, blister me if I wouldn't ! I hopes as how ye doesn't hold nothin' ag'in me fur telling of ye the truth? Mercedes {sobbingly). No, no! Sam {putting on his hat and preparing to leave). Thank ye, mum! These things sometimes gits on a man's nerves, but if anybody dares say to Sam Stewart's face that he'd knowingly do a woman dirt, I'd fill his hide so full o' holes that he wouldn't cast a shadder ! Clark, still at window, who has showed various emotions curing the foregoing scene between Mercedes and Sam, backs azvay from window, going R. As Sam goes up C. t Mercedes rises and follows him. THE ROAD AGENT 13 Mercedes (gulpingly). I thank you with all my heart for your information, however terribly it has shocked me. Are you returning to Goldville? Sam. Arter I ketches Bill Clark, if so be he allows his- self to be ketched. I've got two men in the valley down thar (points L.), and if we gits sight o' Bill, he's our meat. Mercedes (breathlessly). You mean — ? Sam (significantly). I mean, mum, that we'll take him to the calaboose, or — kill him ! Mercedes (starts violently). Ah! Sam (goes to L. C. in P.). Good by, mum. (Aside.) Durn my skin ! I'll do him fur her sake, if I gets the chance ! (Exit L. C. in F.) Mercedes (stands at L. C. in F., looking off L.). My heart is breaking! Would that you might kill me instead, Sam Stewart! What is to become of me now? I am the wife of a road agent, and — of Harry Ainsley! Will Harry scorn me for my lack of faith in him — my cruel deception? (Turns down C. to table.) What shall I do? There is only one course open to me — I must leave this place forever! I must see Harry no more! (Goes to R. 2 E., tearfully.) God has punished me for my weakness and I must suffer the penalty, terrible though it be! (Exit R. 2 E.) Enter Clark at window from R. He stands, revolver in hand, looking off L. After a look he vaults into the room through the window, then stands and looks off L. furtively. Clark (as he looks off L.). I fancied Stewart had seen me, but I was mistaken. He and his men are following my back trail down the valley, and before they reach the ford, where they will discover their mistake, I shall be on my way across the range to the west, where the devil himself could not find me! (He looks off L. again, then apparently satisfied, he thrusts his revolver into the holster at his side and turns down C, looking cautiously about.) What was Stewart doing here, and who was the woman he was talk- ing with? Strange, but once or twice I fancied I had seen her before. Although I did not see her face, I could have sworn it was Mercedes. But that is impossible. I was told 14 THE ROAD AGENT that she had returned east. (Sighs.) If I weren't half fam- ished, I might actually deplore her loss. I always did think so much of Mercedes. I fear I treated her badly. She was much too good for me. But pshaw ! It was all in the game of life and both of us held bad cards. (Sees sideboard, goes to it.) Hello! Looks like whiskey. (Picks up decanter, pours out liquor into glass and tastes it with evident satis- faction.) It is whiskey, and good stuff, too! (Drinks zvith great satisfaction. He fills the glass for the second time and drinks again.) Ah, how it fires my blood! Enter Mercedes, R. 2 E. She carries a small handbag, and a cloak, with hat. She goes to table, and then sees Clark at sideboard. She starts visibly in agitation. Mercedes (aside). It is he! My God, it is he! Clark (turning down C, and showing signs of intoxi- cation). I feel as if things were shaping themselves prop- erly again. I am ready to meet all comers now ! (Sees Mercedes, then draws his revolver quickly and approaches her.) Who the devil are you? (As she does not answer him, but turns away, he creeps closer toward her.) Who are you, I say? (He takes her by the arm and turns her face to face with him, starts back.) Mercedes ! You — you, of all women, the last I expected to meet here! Mercedes (stonily). And now that you have met me, what are you going to do about it? Clark (laughingly) . Why, why, I'm going to enjoy your delightful society, my love. This is a pleasure I long since thought cruel fate had denied me forever. (He places revolver on table.) So you did not return east after news of my supposed death reached you? Mercedes, No. (She eyes revolver on table and edges toward it as Clark goes to C). Clark (laughingly). They thought they had killed me on the day of the holdup, but it was my chum, Jack Wolf. I did not regret it either, for the scoundrel had stolen my boots, and tried to hold up the stage all by himself. When I heard the shots, I cut across the mountain and went to THE ROAD AGENT 15 Oregon to wait for the storm to blow over. (Goes to side- board and takes another drink.) Mercedes (runs to table noiselessly, picks revolver, and hiding it behind her, turns and looks L. — aside). Let him beware ! Clark (coming down C. and facing her laughingly) . Now, Mercedes, let us come to terms. How beautiful you are! (Steps toward her, she retreating before him.) Do you know I'm dying to take you in my arms? (He advances another step towards her.) Mercedes (at R. C, aiming revolver at his breast). Stand back! Clark (startled). Well, I'm damned! Mercedes. Not yet, Bill, but you may be soon! Lay a ringer on me and you die ! Clark (whiningly) . This is a fine way to treat your hus- band whom you thought dead and who returns unexpect- edly after an absence of two long years. (Crosses to sofa, picks up hat and looks at it. ) A man's hat ! I see it all now. (Looks into hat.) Harry Ainsley! Who the devil is he? Mercedes (frigidly). My husband ! Clark (laughs uproariously) . Your husband! What the deuce then am I? Mercedes. A scoundrel who merits death! Clark. Oh, talk about melodrama ! This has it skinned a mile. Ainsley is her husband, while I — I — am a scoundrel who merits death ! Mercedes (angrily). I wish to heaven they had killed you instead of Jack Wolf ! Clark. That is a bloodthirsty wish, Mercedes. It is unworthy of you. Mercedes. I curse the day we met, for you have ruined my life ! Clark (angrily). Come, I've enough of this tommyrot! You and I shall leave this place together — Mercedes (interrupting). I shall die first! All is over between us from this day henceforth ! Leave this house ! 16 THE ROAD AGENT Clark (significantly). When you go with me and not before, Mercedes. Mercedes (firmly, as she points revolver at him). Go! Clark (laughs nervously). Ah, stop your joking. You don't intend to turn me over to Sam Stewart and his blood- hounds, do you? (After a pause.) Maybe you want to do it, since my death would legalize your marriage to Harry Ainsley. Mercedes (agitated). It's very good of you to remind me of that ! Go ! Clark (goes to window and looks off L.). They are hounding me to my death, but they shall not catch me nap- ping! No, by God! I'll foil them yet! (Runs savagely down stage to Mercedes). Give me my gun, Mercedes! It's the only thing that stands between me and death at the hands of these fiends who are on my trail ! I can't die here weaponless like a rat in a trap. Come, be reasonable. Give me my gun. Mercedes. On two conditions. Clark (eagerly). I grant them beforehand! I'll give up anything, even you, for my gun ! Mercedes. You must agree never to cross my path again. Clark (laughingly.) Granted. Mercedes Second, you must promise never to reveal to a living soul that you are my husband, I your wife. Clark. That's easy, Mercedes. I agree. Give me my gun. Mercedes (throzving gun on table). There it is! (Goes C). Clark (taking up revolver with extravagant pleasure). Good! (His manner changes suddenly and he turns upon Mercedes at C. in anger.) So, my girl, you made a fool of me ! But you had the drop on me and I was forced to give in. What's to hinder me from blowing a hole through that pretty head of yours? (He puts revolver to her forehead.) Mercedes (unshrinkingly, as she looks him squarely in the eye). You don't dare, you coward! THE ROAD AGENT 17 Clark (angrily). Have a care, my girl! I may kill you yet ! Mercedes (laughs scornfully). You haven't the nerve, you beast! Clark (savagely). How do know? Mercedes. Because the sound of the shot would bring Stewart and his men here, and they would avenge me by shooting you as they would a mad dog! Clark (laughs nervously and places revolver in holster). You're right, Mercedes. You always were too much for me at argument — Sam (off stage, L. U. E., faintly). Hallo! Clark (draws revolver and runs to window, looking cautiously L.). It's Stewart! He's coming this way! I've lingered too long, and all is lost! (Turns down to Mer- cedes at C). Save me, Mercedes! I can't fight that tiger in human form! When I look into his eyes, my blood freezes and my muscles refuse to act, so that I become powerless as a child! Hide me from him — hide me! (He runs about in agony of fear.) Mercedes {aside, as she watches him). I once loved that man, but ah, how low have we sunk ! What shall I do to retrieve myself? Shall I regain my freedom by giving him up to certain death ? Oh, I don't know what to do ! Clark (falling on his knees before her, at C). Save me, Mercedes ! If you ever loved me, show it now. Sam (offstage, L. U. E., more loudly). Hallo! Mercedes (scornfully). Don't appeal to me on the strength of the love for you I once had, which has died in my heart ! I knew you were a card sharp, thief and assassin, but I did not suspect that you were the detestable coward you are ! You are beneath my contempt, but I can only pity you. Come! (She opens door, R. 2 E., and points off.) This is my bedroom — there is the window ! While I detain Stewart, you may escape to the hills ! Clark (running to R. 2 E., with savage laugh). I'll cheat the devil yet (Takes Mercedes' hand and kisses it, she withdrawing from him with loathing.) Forgive me the suffering I have caused you ! It's too late now, I suppose, 18 THE ROAD AGENT but I never realized that I was throwing a treasure away when I forfeited your respect and love ! Goodby ! (Exit R. 2 E.) Mercedes (closing door and locking it, withdrawing key). Goodby ! May we never meet again. I have done my duty, even though my heart rebelled at the task! May God for- give him — and me ! (She walks to window and looks off L.). Enter Sam, L. C. in F. He comes down C, looks about, then turns and sees Mercedes, who walks slowly down C. Sam (to Mercedes). Sorry to trouble you ag'in, mum, but it's important, and I hopes as ye'll forgive me. Mercedes (laughs nervously). Forgive you for doing your duty, Mr. Stewart! I beg you will consult your con- venience and not mine. What can I do for you? Sam (significantly) . Whar did ye hide him, mum? •Mercedes (indignantly). Hide him! What do you mean ? Sam (admiringly) . Geewhiz! Ye be a good play actor, mum ! But I think I see into your game. Where is he ? Mercedes (walking to R. 2 E., and standing with her back to the door). You speak in riddles, Mr. Stewart. I'm no mind reader. Whom do you mean? Sam (somewhat angrily). You balky wimmin sure do git on my nerves. In course, ye knows I mean Bill Clark. Mercedes. Bill Clark ! How ridiculous ! Did you expect to find him here? Sam. I sure did, mum, and what's more, I'm going to find him. (Goes to L. U. E.). I'll search this room. (He draws revolver and exits L. U. E.). Mercedes (listening at door, R. 2 E. — aside). He must have made his escape by this -time ! Still, I must spar for time! Enter Sam, L. U. E. He crosses to R. 2 E. Mercedes (to Sam, laughingly). You have not found him, Mr. Stewart, in my husband's room? Sam (savagely). Naw ! But that don't count. There's another room, and ye're guarding it. Step aside, mum. Mercedes (indignantly). It is my bedroom, and I per- mit no one to enter it, Mr. Stewart. THE ROAD AGENT 19 Sam (thrusting Mercedes to one side and looking at key- hole). By jingo! It's locked. Whar's the key, mum? Mercedes (defiantly) . You shall not get it from except by force ! Sam. I hates to use force with a woman, and she Mrs. Ainsley. (He looks about nonplused, but apparently struck by a new idea, he turns to Mercedes). By jingo! Strange, I did n't think of it afore ! Mercedes (surprised). Think of what? Sam. That there's a window in that room facing the range, and if he goes that way, he's a dead man ! Mercedes (starts). A dead man! Sam (at C, significantly) . I've got my two men stationed downthar in the valley, and if they git a sight of him, they'll pink him sure as God made little apples ! Mercedes (anxiously). No, No! Sam. I knew he was doubling on the trail, so I went down the trail yonder (points off L. U. E.), jist as a blind. If Bill Clark ever thought he was fit to match cards with Sam Stewart, he's got another guess comin', I reckon. Mercedes (running to R. 2 E., and opens door fever- ishly). He is here! You must not let them murder him! Sam (looking off R. 2 E.). The window is open — the room empty! He's escaped! Mercedes (excitedly grasping Sam and forcing him up- stage). You must save him for humanity's sake! Run, run to the valley and warn your men not to fire ! He will not offer resistance ! Sam (amazed). Wall, I'll be jiggered! You want me to save the pup, when his death will free ye? I jist kaint understand ye, mum. Mercedes (passionately). I despise him, but I must save him despite myself, if I can! Run, run! Mercedes is forcing Sam up C. excitedly, and they are well up C, when a faint shot is heard off R. Both start in excitement. Sam. I reckon it's too late, mum ! Mercedes (sobbingly). Too late! (Two shots are fired 20 THE ROAD AGENT off R. Sam puts up his revolver and watches Mercedes at C). Sam (to Mercedes). That last shot was from Hank's gun, mum, and it spelled death to somebody, I reckon. If Bill Clark lives, I'll give up my job instanter! (Exit, L. C. in F.) Mercedes (at C, in agony of trepidation). I would have saved him if I could, but heaven opposed it! For the sake of the old days, I hope he has made his escape. Enter Harry, L. C. in F. He carries a suitcase, and drops it as he come down C. toward Mercedes, who turns to him in astonishment. , Harry (embracing Mercedes). Here I am home again, sweetheart. Mercedes (falls sobbingly on his breast). Harry! Harry (annoyed). Gosh hang it! Crying again! What's happened? (He assists her to sofa and she sits down, he standing before her.) Mercedes (recovering herself). There was a road agent here just now and he frightened me horribly. Harry (after a pause). Oh, you mean Bill Clark, the chap Sam Stewart told me he was after? I heard three shots just now as I came up the trail. Maybe they've got him. Mercedes. Perhaps, Harry. What brought you home? Harry. We lost a wheel three miles below and as we were obliged to wait three hours for repairs, I decided to run back and say goodby to you again. Enter Sam, L. C. in F. He comes down C, eyeing Mercedes significantly. Harry (to Sam). Hello, Sam! My wife's been telling me about Bill Clark nearly frightening her out of her wits. Did he get away? Sam (after pause). Naw. Mercedes (anxiously). You mean — ? Sam (putting his finger to, his mouth warningly as Harry turns his back upon him). He's dead! Mercedes (hysterically). He's dead! Harry, he's dead! THE ROAD AGENT 21 Harry (lifting her up and embracing her, both stand- ing C). And that's the last of the road agent. (They stand C, in embrace, Sam watching them, as he walks from R. to L. upstage until — ) Curtain. All A Mistake By W. C. PARKER. Price, 25 Cents Farce- comedy, 3 acts; 4 m., 4 f. Time, about 2 h. Scenes: Easy to set. Lawn at "Oak Farm" and drawing-room. Characters: Capt. Obadiah Skinner, a retired sea captain. Lieut. George Rich- mond, his nephew, who starts the trouble. Richard Hamilton, a country gentleman. Ferdinand Lighthead, who falls in love don- cherknow. Nellie Richmond, George's wife. Nellie Huntington, a friend. Nellie Skinner, antiquated but still looking for a man. Nellie Mclntyre, a servant. SYNOPSIS. Act I. — The arrival of George and his bride. A friend in need. The old maid and her secret. Ferdy in search of a wife. George's jealousy. The sudden appearance of a most undesirable party. George's quick wit prevents discovery. Act II. — The plot thickens. Cornelia in search of her "Romeo." The downfall of Ferdy. Richard attempts to try the "soothing system" on a lunatic. George has a scheme connected with a fire in the furnace and some pitch tar. Richard runs amuck amid gen- eral confusion. Act III. — The Captain arms himself with a butcher knife and plans revenge. Nellie hopelessly insane. The comedy duel. "Ro- meo" at last. "Only one Nellie in the world." The unraveling of a skein of mystery, and the finish of an exciting day, to find it was 'All a Mistake." A Busy Liar By GEORGE TOTTEN SMITH. Price, 25 Cents Farce-comedy, 3 acts; 7 m., 4 f. Time, 2*4 h. Scenes: Easy to set, 1 exterior, 2 interiors. Characters: Simeon Meeker, who told one lie. Judge Quakely. Senator Carrollton. Macbeth, a hot-headed Scotchman. Dick, in a matrimonial tangle. William Trott, a re- cruit. Job Lotts, another one. Mrs. MacFarland, everybody's friend. Tennie, with a mind of her own. Janet, a Scotch lassie. Mrs. Early, a young widow. SYNOPSIS. Act I. — Off to the war. A paternal arrangement of marriage. Janet of the Macbeth clan. Some complications. Meeker and the Widow. A lapse from truth. Meeker made captain. "You are afraid to go." "Afraid? Never!" Act II. — In camp. Captain Meeker and strict discipline. The Widow, the Judge and the Senator court-martialed. The Widow wins. Another lie and more complications. An infuriated Scotch- man. "You held her in your arms." "She is my wife." Act III. — The ball. "Not military matters, but matrimony." "Another of Meeker's fairy stories." The Captain in kilts. "The funniest thing I ever saw." The Widow untangles a tangle of lies. A lass for every lad. Peace proclaimed. Meeker remains "at the base of supplies." T. S. DENISON & COMPANY, Publishers 154 W. Randolph Street, CHICAGO The Heiress of Hoetown By HARRY L. NEWTON AND JOHN PIERRE ROACH. Price, 25 Cents A rural comedy, 3 acts; 8 m., 4 f. Time, 2 h. Scenes: 2 ex- teriors. Characters: Jimmie Blake, a physical culturist. Jack Wright, a civil engineer. Ezra Stonyboy, the postmaster. Count Picard, waiting at the church. Corporal Cannon, a veteran. White Blackstone, dealer in titles. Congressman Drybottle, a power in politics. Doolittle Much, constable and proprietor of the village hack. Mary Darling, an heiress. Jane Stonyboy, with ideas. Tillie Tung, the village pest. SYNOPSIS. Act I. — Borrowing a screen door. Blackstone, a dealer in titles. Mary comes back home. Blackstone wants Jimmie to travel for his health. "One hundred thousand dollars as expense money." "No, I am going to a strawberry festival and that's worth more to me." The lost necklace. The proprietor of the village hack discovers something. "She's a fine gal, she is." Act II. — The Strawberry Festival. Blackstone schemes a quick marriage. A busy time for Doolittle Much. "Search that man, Constable!" The necklace is found on the wrong man. "Any man caught with no visible means of support can be arrested as a com- mon vag." The Count is "pinched." Act III. — The siege of Hoetown. The Count works out his fine on the highway. "Shark, you're a liar!" The financial panic and the loss of Mary's money. The Count and Blackstone get "cold feet" and hike for old Broadway. Mary loses her home. "Come on, kid, I've got carfare." Mirandy's Minstrels By SOPHIE HUTH PERKINS. Price, 25 Cents A Female Minstrel entertainment. A complete ladies' minstrel show, full of novel ideas for costumes, finale, etc. Contains new jokes, gags, cross-fires, monologues and stump speeches. Ending with a most laughable farce, "Mrs. Black's Pink Tea," for 10 female characters, which is a gem of humor. Those that have "put on" female minstrels and know the difficulty of obtaining suit' able material, will be delighted with this book. It is highly humor- ous, yet refined enough for any audience. The Third Degree By MAYME RIDDLE BITNEY. Price, 25 Cents A female burlesque initiation; 12 f. and any number of members. Time, about 40 m. Scene: Any lodge room. Characters: Head Officer, Instructors, Assistants, Marshal, Doorkeepers, etc. It is unique, as it cz,a be used as an initiation for any society or lodge or as an entertainment. Brim full of fun and action, yet not too bois- terous. Will please all women. T. S. DENISON & COMPANY, Publishers 154 W. Randolph Street, CHICAGO UNISON'S " , /AUDEVILLEfl Dentson's Vaudeville Sketches Price, 15 Cents Each, Postpaid. Nearly all of these sketches were written for profes- sionals and have been given with great success oy vaude- ville artists of note. They are essentially dramatic and very funny; up-to-date comedy. They are not recom- mended for church entertainments; however, they con- tain nothing that will offend, and are all within tha range of amateurs. DOINGS OF A DUDE.— Vaudeville sketch, by Harry L. Newton; 2 m., 1 f. Time 20 m. Scene: Simple interior. Maizy Von Billion of athletic tenden- cies is expecting a boxing instructor and has procured Bloody Mike, a prize fighter, to " try him out." Percy Montmorency, her sister's ping pong teacher, U mistaken for the boxing instructor and has a "trying Out" that is a sur- prise. A whirlwind of fun and action. FRESH TIMOTHY HAY.— Vaudeville sketch, by Harry L.Newton; 2m., 1 f. Time 20 m. /Scene: Simple rural exterior. By terms of a will, Rose Lark must marry Reed Bird or forfeit a legacy. Rose and Reed have never met and when he arrives Timothy Hay, a fresh farm hand, mistakes him for Pink Eye Pete, a notorious thief. Ludicrous lines and rapid action. GLICKMAN, THE GLAZIER.— Vaudeville sketch, by Harry L. Newton and A. S. Hoffman; 1 m., 1 f. Time 25 m. Scene: Simple interior. Char- lotte Russe, an actress, is scored by a dramatic paper. With "blood in her eye" she seeks the critic at the office, finds no one in and smashes a window. Jacob Glickman, a Hebrew glazier, rushes in and is mistaken for the critic. Pan, jokes, gags and action follow with lightning rapidity. A great Jew part. THE GODDESS OF LOVE.— Vaudeville sketch, by Harry L. Newton; 1 m., If. Time 15 m. Scene: Simple exterior. Aphrodite, a Greek goddess, is a statue in the park. According to tradition a gold ring placed upon her finger will bring her to life. Knott Jones, a tramp, wbo bad slept in the park all night, brings her to life. A rare combination of the beautiful and the best of comedy. Novel, easy to produce and a great hit. «*► HEY, RUBE!— Monologue, by Harry L. Newton ;°1 m. Time 15 m. Reuben Spinach from Yapton visits Chicago for the first time. The way he tells of the sights and what befell him would make a sphinx laugh. IS IT RAINING?— Vaudeville sketch, by Harry L. Newton; 1 m., 1 f. Time 10 m. Otto Swimorebeer, a German, Susan Fairweather, a friend of his. This act runs riot with fun, gags, absurdities and comical lines. MARRIAGE AND AFTER.— Monologue, by Harry L. Newton and A. S. Hoffman; 1 m. Time about 10 m. A laugh every two seconds on a subject which appeals to all. Pull of local hits. ME AND MY DOWN TRODDEN SEX.— Old maid monologue, by Harry L. Newton; 1 f. Time 5 m. Polly has lived long enough to gather a few facts about men, which are told in the most laughable manner imaginable. AN OYSTER STEW.— A rapid fire talking act, by Harry L. Newton and A. S. Hoffman; 2 in. Time 10 m. Dick Tell, a knowing chap. Tom Askit, not so wise. This act is filled to overflowing with lightning cross-fires, pointed puns and hot retorts. PICKLES FOR TWO.— Dutch rapid-fire talking act, by Harry L. Newton and A. S. Hoffman; 2 m. Time 15 m. Hans, a German mixer. Gus, another one. Unique ludicrous Dutch dialect, interspersed with rib-starting witti- cisms. The style of act made famous by Weber and Field. THE TROUBLES OF ROZINSKL— Jew monologue, by Harry L. Newton and A. S. Hoffman; 1 m. Time 15 m. Rozinski, a buttonhole-maker, is forced to join the union and go on a " strike." He has troubles every minute fcfaat will tickle the ribs of both Labor and Capital. WORDS TO THE WISE.— Monologue, by Barry L. Newton; 1 m. Time about 15 m. A typical vaudeville talking act, which is fat with funny line? tod rich rare hits that will be remembered and laughed over for weeks. , T. S. DENISON a COMPANY, 154 W. Randolph St., Chicago DENISON'S ACTING PLAYS. Price 15 Cents Each. Postpaid. Unless Different Price is Given. Documentary Evidence, 25 min. 1 1 Dude in a Cyclone, 20 min.... 4 2 Family Strike, 20 min 3 3 First-Class Hotel, 20 min 4 For Love and Honor, 20 min.. 2 1 Fudge and a Burglar, 15 min.. 5 Fun in a Photograph Gallery, 30 min 6 10 Great Doughnut Corporation, 30 min 3 5 Great Medical Dispensary, 30 m. 6