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Randolph SI THE ROYAL HIGHWAY A COMEDY DRAMA IN FOUR ACTS 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 Road Agent," "The Town Marshal," and "The Tramp and the Actress" CHICAGO S. DENISON & COMPANY Publishers THE ROYAL HIGHWAY CHARACTERS. -* Arthur Morgan A Lawyer Charles Williams A Mine Superintendent Bill Hampton A Political Boss Harry Felton A Clerk Horace Allen A Secretary Rev. Dr. A. C. Jordan A Methodist Minister Jimmy Farrell An Ex-convict Sam Harrison A Detective Margaret Ames Known as Miss Holmes Lucy Matthews A Stenographer Mrs. Mary Jones President of the Ladies' Aid Scene — A Coal Mining Town in Pennsylvania. Time — Present Day. Time of Playing — About Two Hours and Thirty Minutes. SYNOPSIS. Act I — Parlor of the Gilson Hotel. Act II — Office of the Ames Mining Company. The next day. Act III — Morgan's law office. Two weeks later. Act IV — Same as Act I. A month later. Note — Production of this play is free to amateurs, but the sole professional rights are reserved by the author, who may be ad- dressed in care of the Publishers. COPYRIGHT, 1914, BY EBEN H. NORRIS. 2 OCLO -3859. 0CT 23'9'4 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. STORY OF THE PLAY. Coming into possession of an inheritance of several mil- ions of dollars by the death of her father, who had acquired his fortune in coal mining operations in Pennsylvania, Miss Margaret Ames wearies of the common fads of fashionable New York society and of the attentions paid her by self- serving suitors. She feels that she is not living in her proper sphere, nor devoting her wealth to proper uses, and she resolves to go to the coal mining town which is maintained by her mines, where, under an assumed name, she may meet new conditions, and in a new environment find the royal road to happiness. Assuming the name of her mother she leaves New York, ostensibly on a world tour, and with a note to her superin- tendent directing him to place Miss Margaret Holmes at work in his office as stenographer, she goes to Pennsylvania. She begins her duties in her own office and in her leisure hours she studies the needs of the town, its people and institutions, and soon the news of many anonymous cash donations is spread broadcast. None suspect Miss Holmes and she finds delight in pursuing her philanthropic work secretly. x Miss Ames meets and loves Arthur Morgan, a young lawyer of advanced ideas. A mutual attachment follows, and when Morgan announces his intention of running for Congress he gains the enmity of Hampton, a political boss, and Williams, the superintendent of the Ames Mining Com- pany. They learn that the Rev. Dr. Jordan has received $5,000 from an anonymous donor with which to erect a par- sonage, and they resolve to rob him with the aid of Farrell, an ex-convict, and fasten the crime upon Morgan. The rob- bery is committed and Margaret overhears the accusation against Morgan. She frustrates the design of Hampton and Williams by producing $5,000, which she returns to Dr. Jordan with the statement that she had found the. money. Williams, who formerly was a convict with Farrell, and who has driven Morgan's sister to suicide after he had married her under an alias, resolves to get rid of Miss 4 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Holmes and discharges her. She enters Morgan's office as stenographer and does so much good work in Morgan's campaign for Congress that Hampton and Williams, who are financially interested in a rival candidate, charge her with being a confidence woman for whom the police of sev- eral cities have been searching. She refuses to reveal her identity when Morgan asks her to deny the charge, her pur- pose being to test Morgan's love for her. He refuses to believe the accusation and vows nothing can destroy his love for her. Miss Holmes returns to New York clandestinely and Morgan searches in vain for her. He learns that Williams is the man who wronged his sister and he is about to kill him when Farrell returns and slays Williams because he had "done him dirt." Meanwhile Margaret returns to the town as Miss Ames and Morgan's happiness is complete. Comedy is provided by Harry Felton and Lucy Matthews, fellow employes of Margaret's in the mining company's office, and by Hampton and Harrison, a detective. SYNOPSIS FOR PROGRAM. Act I — Harry appeals to Williams. "I'll never get this load off my chest!" Hampton annoyed. "Morgan's in the race for the Congressional nomination." The game of mod- ern politics. Williams' secret. The bribe. Morgan defies a political boss. "I'll crush you like I would a fly!" Harry in love. "Somebody's always butting in!" An anonymous philanthropist. The compact and avowal of love. "I will answer you soon." The robbery and accusation. Margaret saves Morgan's honor. "No, it was Providence!" Act II — Lucy's lament. "I wish I had a millionaire friend like Miss Ames !" Love making difficult. Farrell butts in. "Youse is playing a game of hearts what ain't in your contract." Williams divides the spoils. A robber's protest. "I don't know what keeps me from knifing him now!" Margaret defies Williams. ''Where did you get that money?" A villain's kiss and punishment. The agreement. "Together, we cannot fail !" Hampton's suspicions aroused. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 5 Margaret's experiment disclosed. "I'm on the royal high- way to happiness!" The power of attorney. Hampton de- fied. " You'll be at my feet crying for mercy!" Act III — Dr. Jordan and Mrs. Jones in a quandary. "Who is this anonymous philanthropist?" Hampton threat- ens Margaret. "If you don't call off Morgan, I'll put him wise to you!" Margaret accused of working a confidence game. "The New York police are looking for you!" The tables turned. "I'll get your measure all right!" The story of Morgan's sorrow. "I could not forgive the woman who deceived me!" Harry and Lucy on strike. Morgan mysti- fied. The nomination and accusation. Morgan's faith re- mains unshaken. Margaret's joy. "You are indeed a man among men!" Act IV — Margaret's disappearance discussed. Dr. Jor- dan receives another anonymous donation. "I have it in my shoes!" Morgan in despair. "This suspense is driving me mad !" The letter. "I'm on the track of the man who killed my sister!" The convict's secret. "Williams was my pal in Sing Sing!" The threat. "He done me dirt!" Morgan mystified. Margaret reveals herself. Hampton applies for a job. "Gee! She's an iceberg!" Margaret's plea. "How little you know of true love!" Williams pays the penalty of treachery. "I got the blood of a pup and he won't bark no more!" Harry's promotion. On the royal highway. CHARACTERS AND COSTUMES. Morgan — Tall, strong and handsome young man of pleas- ing address and manners. He is a lawyer, quiet and re- served, capable of expressing firmness and emotion. He wears ordinary street suits, of stylish cut, a change for each act, though not imperative, being desirable. Williams — A man of about thirty-two years old, surly and nearly always irritable. He has been a convict, and while keeping this secret he has engaged in politics and gradually gone down the scale. Should be played with quiet 6 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. force to be effective. He wears an ordinary suit of light material in Acts I and II and a dark suit in Acts III and IV. Hampton — A man of forty years, slightly bald and gray. He is a political boss, dominating, rough and not well edu- cated. He has a sense of humor and is bold and aggressive. He wears more or less slouchy clothes, two changes of suits being necessary. Felton — A young, dashing fellow, a clerk, jolly, good- natured and laughing much of his time. He must be lively and vivacious. He wears light suit with straw hat in Acts I and II and dark suit in other acts. Allen — An elderly, well groomed man, slightly gray at the temples. He is quiet and undemonstrative. He should change street and office costumes in each act, Prince Albert coat and silk hat. Jordan — An elderly minister of the gospel, quiet and at all times pious. The conventional ministerial costume should be used. Farrell — A young man, rough of manner and using the brogue of the "tough" rounder. He is a convict and thief, shifty, evasive and revengeful. He wears cheap suits, with cap and a handkerchief around his neck. Harrison — A country detective, about thirty years old, cool, quiet of manner and gentlemanly. One street suit, with badge of office, may be worn throughout action of play. Margaret — A young woman of twenty-one years, hand- some, genial and well educated. She must be capable of expressing all the emotions which are essential in the proper portrayal of a leading character, that of a rich woman who leaves her environment of wealth for that of the lowly, for the sake of principle. She wears an ordinary street gown in Act I, an office dress with apron in Acts II and III and a walking gown of fine material and fashionable cut in last act. Lucy — An ingenue, vivacious and capable of taking care of herself at all times. She is continually quarreling with her sweetheart. She wears street gowns in Acts I, III and IV and office dress' with apron in Act. II. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 7 Mrs. Jones — An elderly woman, slightly gray, devoted to charity and church work. She is sedate at all times. She wears appropriate gowns and may change costume every act if desired. PROPERTY LIST. Act I — Upholstered furniture for hotel parlor, sofa, chairs, large center table, vases with flowers, pictures on walls, rugs, etc. Letters for Williams. Cigar for Hampton. Small handbag and stage currency for Margaret. Act II — Furniture for business office, two flat-top desks, office clock, table with several large account books, letter- press with stand, clock on wall, hat rack, two typewriters, chairs, stationery, etc. Pen and ink for Margaret, Lucy and Williams. Document for Morgan. Stage currency for Williams. Act III — Furniture for lawyer's office, flat-top desk, chairs, sofa, law books in cases, revolving bookstand, let- ter-press, typewriter, stationery, etc. Document for Har- rison, magazine for Mrs. Jones. Act IV — Stage props same as Act I. Letter for Felton and Morgan. Document for Margaret and Lucy. Revolver for Farrell. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. SCENE PLOT. Acts I and IV. H Door \ Chair Doo Chair □ | J □ Chair o nf S\ > Fireplace Table Sofa\J> £ Act II. H Door | ■ 1 Window |- A , I l i i I I ' Hat Rack Letter Press Table _ ■ Typewriter Door J or Q Stand Chair I Chair D [ | D Chair DeskQ Act III. zr H Window h- rCJ Statue Book Case v \ Chair Screen^, \_ D c-\ Door ChalrD | ~| D Chair Sofa \j T Desk STAGE DIRECTIONS. R. means right of the stage ; C, center ; R. C, right cen- ter; L., left; 1 E., first entrance; U. E., upper entrance; R. j E., right entrance, up stage, etc.; R. D., right door; L. D., left door, etc. ; D. F., door of flat or back of the stage ; up stage, away from footlights ; down stage, near footlights ; 1 5., first groove, etc. The actor is supposed to be facing the audience. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY Act I. Scene: Waiting room of hotel in 4, zvell illuminated, it being evening. Curtained entrance C. in F. and practical doors R. U. E. and L. U. E. Fireplace with mantel, R. 2 E., with easy chair in front of it. Various objects, such as vases, etc., on mantel. Round table R. C, oh which are books, magazines and writing materials, paper cutter, etc. Chairs to R. and L. of table and another so placed that persons using it face the audience. Scene may be beauti- fied at will with statues, busts and pictures, to give the im- pression of quiet elegance and comfort. See scene plot for stage setting. At rise discovered Felton standing at fireplace, and clock off stage strikes seven. Felton {looking at watch). Seven o'clock and Williams not here. I guess he's tied up with Bill Hampton scheming to do up Morgan in some way. (Crosses to table and picks up book.) I've got to assert my rights as an American citi- zen and insist upon that raise of salary Williams promised me months ago. (Throws dozvn book impatiently.) Hang it! If I don't get it I don't marry Lucy, for how can any white man keep a family on ten per in this God forsaken town? Enter Williams, C. D., carrying several letters, one of which he opens as he comes down C. Felton (discovers Williams, turns and stands before fireplace). There he is now. It's now or never. Williams (aside, as he sits at table R. C, facing audi- ence). I soon must make a master stroke or all is lost. But how shall it be done? (He reads letter eagerly.) Felton (crossing to table R. C. — to Williams). Mr. Williams. 9 10 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Williams (looking up with a start). Ah, it's you, Fel- ton. Felton. Sure thing, sir. (Pulls himself together.) I wanted to talk to you about something highly important. Williams (as he reads). Important! You haven't re- signed, have you? Felton. Resigned ? Good Lord, no ! It's nothing like that, you know. It's about Lucy Matthews — (pauses in inde- cision.) Williams (as he reads). Well, what of her? Felton. Well, you know, Mr. Williams, we — Lucy and I — she — (wipes face with handkerchief in confusion) . Williams (sharply). You haven't the pip, Felton, have you? Felton (desperately). I wish I had! Anything is better than what I'm suffering from. Enter Hampton, C. D. He stands at door for a moment on seeing the others, then slowly crosses to R. and down towards table. Williams (chuckling). What are you suffering from? Not the measles, I hope? Felton. Well, it's this way, Mr. Williams. I've just got to tell you that Lucy and I — Williams (looking at letters). I'll give you an opportu- nity to finish your story tomorrow morning. I'm too busy now. Felton (protestingly) . But give a fellow a chance — Hampton (coming down to L. of table at R. C. — inter- rupting). I hope I'm not interrupting a pleasant little tete-a-tete. Felton (aside, in despair). I'll never get this load off my chest. Williams (to Hampton). Glad you've come, Hampton. I've something important for you. Hampton. And so have I for you, Williams. (To Fel- ton.) What in Sam Hill are you waiting for, Felton? Don't you see I want to talk confidential to Mr. Williams? THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 11 Felton (angrily). That's what I was doing when you butted in. Williams. What's that you said, Felton? Felton (going to C. D.). Oh, it'll keep like eggs in storage, I suppose. Hampton (waving his hand). Then fade way, kid; fade away. Felton (indignantly). What do you take me for — an ink spot? (Exit CD.) Hampton (sitting on sofa, L. C). Ready for a powwow, Williams ? Williams (putting letters in pocket). Yes. Hampton (taking cigar from pocket and lighting it). You've heard about Morgan, I s'pose? Williams (starts). What's he up to now? I hate that man. Hampton (insinuatingly). You don't like Morgan any more'n I like to listen to a lecture on pure politics, reform and all that rot, eh? Say, what's Morgan to you? Williams (annoyed). Nothing. We are only acquaint- ances, that's all. Hampton (disgustedly). Ah, cut out that rot! You're hiding something from me; but as long as you don't step on my corns, I won't let out a howl. (After a pause.) Well, Morgan has injected himself into the race for the Congres- sional nomination. Williams (laughingly). Good! You know what show he'll have to get there. Hampton (as he smokes). When you've been in the po- litical game as long as I have, Williams, you'll bump up against the undeniable fact that there ain't nothing sure in this life except death and taxes. Williams. Of course; but you don't mean you're going to give him the nomination ? Hampton (puffing smoke leisurely). Ask me if I'm go- ing to donate $5,000 to the Ladies' Aid Society. . Williams. That means — -? Hampton. Just this. Mr. Arthur Morgan, lawyer and leader of the political reform movement in Pennsylvania, 12 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. don't get this Congressional nomination so long as Bill Hampton controls the machine. And believe me, I ain't a-going to give up that grip. Williams (rising and crossing to C. before Hampton). But have you considered everything, Hampton? Morgan is a tenacious chap and far more popular in this district than O'Grady. Hampton. Popularity be jiggered! I kin handle O'Grady, but Morgan's one of them chaps with fool no- tions about the rights of citizens at the polls, pure politics, public office a public trust and other durned fads. Williams (thoughtfully). It's these fads, Hampton, that are downing the big bosses everywhere. Hampton. But they don't down Bill Hampton — see? Besides, I want to get even with him for beating me in the Simpson case before that jury of Socialist mutts in Judge Sampson's court last summer. He don't get no favors from me after that, you bet. Williams (consolingly). That was rough, I admit; but he had the law and evidence on his side. Hampton (annoyed). Durn the law and evidence! What do they count against me, the boss of this great Republican district? (After a pause.) By the way, Williams, who's this new gal you've got for a stenographer? Williams. You refer to Miss Holmes? Hampton. Surest thing you know. Where's she from? Williams. New York, I think. I'm sure I don't know. Why do you ask? Hampton. Fire her. Williams. That's impossible, Hampton. She's a protege of Miss Ames and far beyond my reach. Hampton. Piffle! You're superintendent of the Ames Mining Company's plant here, I take it. Williams. Even if J had the authority to discharge her, what should prompt me to do that? Hampton. Because, little one, Morgan has got next to her and you're about the only one in town who ain't wise to it. Williams (frowningly) . Nonsense! THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 13 Hampton. They go out together every chance they get. I saw them at the moving picture theater last night and they enjoyed it like a couple of kids. My! But she's a thor- oughbred ! Williams {thoughtfully). Thoroughbred, indeed ! She's a queen. Hampton. A little soft on her yourself, eh? No? How the deuce did she ever come to accept a twelve dollar a week job with the Ames Company? Williams. She came here two months ago with a letter from Miss Ames directing me to employ her, so I found a place for her, of course. Hampton {after a pause). Have you seen Miss Ames? Williams. I have not had that pleasure. Hampton. Gee ! She's a lucky gal to come into ten mil- lions or so left her by that skinflint father of hers, old Sam Ames. If she's got half his sagacity and got to nosing around here, something might happen, eh? Williams {rising and zvalking R. and L.). What has all this to do with the important business you alluded to just now? Hampton. Simply this. Morgan having shown his hand, we've got to get busy and block his game. Williams {at C.\. How shall this be done? Hampton. Put up a bulletin in the Ames colliery order- ing every delegate to the Congressional convention to stand pat for O'Grady until I give orders to the contrary. Williams {dubiously) . But you must be aware O'Grady is most unpopular with the coal miners since he voted against the miners' disability bill in the Legislature. Hampton {disgusted). Bunk! Cut out the morality stuff, Williams. Tell 'em if they don't stand by O'Grady you'll fire the bunch. Williams. And cause the Federation to call a strike? I'm afraid I can't do it, Hampton. Hampton {angrily). Look here, Williams, you'll do as I say, or maybe Miss Ames will get a polite note giving her a little line on that coal deal with Fisk in Philadelphia last 14 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Williams (threateningly) . No threats, Hampton. Mind that ! That Fisk deal is forgotten, and if it crops to the sur- face I'll hold you personally responsible. Hampton (laughingly). Hold me responsible! Why, Fisk is ready to give the snap away himself. Williams. Impossible ! He would not dare ! Hampton. You don't know Fisk; that's plain. He tele- phoned me today that if O'Grady didn't get the Congres- sional nomination, he'd squeal against us about the deal which, you know, cost the Ames Company $40,000 and netted you nearly that sum. Williams (alarmed, as he looks about). Fool! Don't speak so loud. Hampton. Pooh ! There's no one to hear us. Where's your nerve? We've got to listen to Fisk, nominate O'Grady and divide the spoils — see? , Williams. What assurance have we that Fisk will re- main silent even if we carry out his orders? He's a crook. Hampton (chuckling). Pot calling the kettle black, eh? (Rising zvith a yawn.) Leave Fisk to me. I know how to get around his curves. By the way, what did you do with your share of the profits of that coal deal ? I ain't seen you put up any skyscrapers here. Williams (moodily). I lost every dollar of it in Wall Street. Hampton (laughs roughly). Gee! The sharks caught a sucker ! Williams (desperately). That's not the worst of it, Hampton. I owe my broker $4,000 and he writes me that I have three days in which to make good. Hampton. Is that so? And if you don't pay? Williams. He threatens to bring all the facts to the at- tention of Miss Ames. Hampton. Which means that you will be looking for an- other job, even if the District Attorney isn't called into the case. Williams (resignedly). You may be right, Hampton. Hampton (slapping Williams on back). Cheer up, Wil- liams. I'll show you how to kill two birds with the same THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 15 popgun. We'll get rid of Morgan and you'll get the money you need to square things with your broker. Williams {eagerly). How can that be done? Hampton. Get the Ames miners to stand for O'Grady and I'll pay you $4,000. Williams {relieved). Good! It's a bargain! Hampton. Meanwhile, I'll write to that broker and stand good for the money. Enter Morgan, C. D. He pauses at entrance when he sees the others and stands unobserved, then moves down C. slowly. Williams {taking letter from pocket). You'll find his address here. {Hands letter to Hampton.) Hampton {taking letter). Leave it to me. If we can get the goods on Morgan as easily as I can square things with this broker, we'll have little to fear. {Sees Morgan.)- Well, see who's here! Morgan! {To Morgan.) How do, Morgan ? Williams {starts, turns to table R. C. — aside). Was he eavesdropping, I wonder? Morgan {down L. — to Hampton). Quite well, thank you, Mr. Hampton. Hampton .{at C). That's good. What's this I heard the boys talking about at the City Hall this afternoon? • Morgan {affecting to be surprised). Are the boys really talking at the City Hall ? It's a wonder they wouldn't change their program occasionally and do a little work. Hampton. Why you talk as if the boys had no con- science — Morgan {interrupting). Professional politicians with consciences ! Good Lord ! The next thing we'll hear is that political bosses are surfeited with honesty. Hampton {reprovingly). They've got as much honesty as some lawyers I know. Morgan. Quite right. Dennis O'Grady, for instance. Hampton {snarlingly) . You think you're a live wire, don't you? {Goes to Morgan, L. C, threateningly) . See 16 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. here, Morgan. You're out for the Congressional nomina- tion. Am I right? Morgan. For once you are, Hampton. Hampton. You don't think, little one, that you're ever going to get within a mile of the winning post? Morgan. Not with your aid, old chap. That's certain. But, nevertheless, I'll win! Hampton (in disgust). You make me sick! Morgan. You'll be far more ill after I've got through with you, Bill. Hampton. Well, you won't have to pay the doctor. Morgan (sternly). Listen to me, Hampton. Your time as a political boss in this section is growing short, and within a few weeks you'll be thrown upon the political scrap-pile, where you should have gone long ago. Hampton (sneeringly): Gee! Ain't you cute! Morgan. The better element of the party is going to get rid of tricksters who, like you, fatten of! the spoils of their bought and paid for political victories. Hampton (admiringly). You ought to go on the stump. Morgan. When I do, you and your kind will be cruci- fied on the cross of public opinion. The day is not far dis- tant when you will be cringing at my feet — you and your miserable crew! (Turns up L.) Hampton (looking at Morgan savagely). I'll show you a trick or two before I'm through with you in the conven- tion. Morgan (laughingly, up L.). That's what we look for in anything you have a hand, Hampton — tricks. Be it so. We will meet trick with trick and I predict that we will score the winning trick in the end. Hampton. Keep right on bucking against a stone wall, little one. I'll do the dictating in the end. Morgan. Don't be too sure of that, Hampton. You are up against aroused public opinion and you can't win. Hampton. Public opinion be jiggered! (To Williams.) Come along, Williams. We've got to attend that committee meeting. Williams. I'm ready. (Goes to C. D.) THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 17 Hampton {following Williams to C. D.). Look out for me, Morgan. I'll crush you like I would a fly. Morgan (laughingly). See to it, Hampton, your fly doesn't turn out to be a hornet. (Exeunt Hampton and Williams, C. D. Morgan goes to C. D. and looks off — alone.) Was I wrong in defying this man? How can I hope to succeed without his help? (Comes down C.) He must be overthrown or the country is lost! What were he and Williams whispering about when I entered just now? There is some mystery about this man Williams, for he dares not look me in the eye. (Looks about.) Miss Holmes is late. Strange how my blood tingles when I think of her. Glorious woman ! I've known her scarcely two months, and yet her image abides with me every moment and en- grosses every thought. (Goes to L. U. E. and looks off.) She must be in the reception room. (Exit L. U. E.) Enter Lucy, C. D. She comes down C. Lucy (alone). I wonder if Harry got that raise of salary he was going to demand of Williams ? If he hasn't I'll never speak to him again! Enter Felton, C. D. He stands and looks off. Lucy (sees Felton — to Felton, severely). Harry Fel- ton! Felton (comes - dozvn to Lucy, C). Hello, Lucy! Where have you been all evening? Lucy. Searching for Miss Holmes. Have you seen her? Felton. Not since she left the office this afternoon. Lucy. Mrs. Jenkins told me she saw her in the bank talking with Mr. Shaw, the president. What can she want in the bank, I wonder? Felton. Went there to borrow a million or two. Lucy (sitting on sofa, L. C, Felton sitting beside her). Stop your dreaming, Harry.. What did Mr. Williams say? Felton. He said he'd listen to me tomorrow. Lucy (disappointed). Then you did not get an increase of salary? Felton (putting arms about Lucy). Never mind, dear. 18 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. We'll come to terms sometime. My fifteen and your twelve make twenty-seven, eh? Lucy. Twenty-seven what? Felton. Plunks. Lucy (surprised) . What are you talking about, Harry? Felton. Your salary and mine. They should be enough to keep one family fairly comfortable, it strikes me. Lucy. Whose family? Felton (dreamily). Ours. Lucy. You're daffy. What do you mean by this jab- bering ? Felton (embracing her). That you and I were created for each other, Lucy. Enter Jordan, C. D. He comes down C. Felton. By pooling our issues we'll be able to furnish up a swell bungalow somewhere. Are you on ? Lucy (aside). He's going to propose at last! Felton. Now, Lucy, listen with all your ears. I want you to be my — (hesitates — aside). Doggone it! I'm tongue- tied again ! Lucy (encouragingly). Keep right on, Harry. Felton (kissing her). Surest thing you know. I want you to be my — Jordan (at C, interrupting). Why, Mr. Felton, and in this public place, too. I am horrified and amazed! Felton (breaking away from Lucy, he getting at one end of sofa, she at the other — aside). Good Lord! It's the pastor, Dr. Jordan! He's got the butting-in habit, too. Lucy (severely, to Felton). Don't dare to speak to me again, Harry Felton! I hate you! Jordan (piously). That is unseemly^ language, Miss Matthews. One must cultivate the virtues, dear child, not encourage the vices. Of all sins of frail humanity, hatred is the deadliest. Felton. That is what I've always told her, Dr. Jordan, but she wouldn't believe me. Jordan. She will learn as she grows older. But have either of you seen Mr. Morgan this evening? THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 19 Felton. We have not, Dr. Jordan. What's up? Jordan. I wish to consult with him about a providential thing that happened today. Lucy (eagerly). Oh, tell us about it, Dr. Jordan. Enter Mrs. Jones, CD. As she comes down C, Wil- liams and Farrell are seen at C D. They stand and listen, the others not observing them. Jordan stands C, Lucy sits on sofa, L. C, Felton stands behind x sof a near Lucy. Jordan (thankfully) . Some benevolent person, unques- tionably inspired by the Lord, has sent me $5,000 for a par- sonage. It is most gratifying. (Williams and Farrell shozv great interest and whisper to each other.) Felton. Why, you could build a skyscraper with that amount. No plums like that drop our way, do they, Lucy? Lucy. If any such plum fell upon your soft little head, Harry, it would squash it, I fear. Mrs. Jones (at table R. C — to Jordan). Delightful news, Dr. Jordan. Who is the donor? Jordan. That is the surprising thing about this handsome gift, Mrs. Jones. There was no name. Mrs. Jones (surprised). No name? Jordan. I received an express package containing the money in crisp new bills with a typewritten note expressing the hope of the sender that the money might be employed in the erection of a parsonage. Mrs. Jones. When did you receive the money? Jordan. An hour ago ; too late, unfortunately, to deposit in bank. But it is locked safely in my study desk. (Wil- liams and Farrell, at C. D. } look at each other signifi- cantly, then exit.) Felton (surprised). Five thousand dollars in a study desk! Aren't you afraid of robbers? Jordan. Robbers visit our parsonage ! The supposition is absurd. Besides, none except you know that I am in posses- sion of the money. Mrs. Jones. I wonder who this unusual benefactor may be? We must make an effort to find him. 20 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Jordan. You received $1,000 in a similar manner for the Ladies' Aid Society last week, didn't you, Mrs. Jones? Mrs. Jones. Yes. Then there is Mrs. Jackson, whose husband was killed in the Ames colliery three months ago, leaving her penniless with a troop of children. Someone sent her $500, together with groceries and clothing sufficient to last her family for a year. Jordan (piously). Some good creature's heart has been touched by God. Only this afternoon I was informed that Mr. Simpson, the superintendent of the Young Men's Chris- tian Association, had been notified that a fund of $20,000 would be at his disposal within two weeks to build a recre- ation center for the families of the miners. Lucy (rising and going with Felton upstage). Why, here comes Miss Holmes. Enter Margaret, C. D. She comes down C, smiling genially. Lucy and Felton stand R. C. watching her. Jordan stands L. C 3 Mrs. Jones near table R. C. Margaret (to Jordan). Permit me to congratulate you, Dr. Jordan, upon your good fortune, of which Mrs. Jordan informed me a few moments ago. Jordan (piously). I wish it were permitted me to ex- press my thanks to this donor in- person. Margaret. Anonymous donors solicit no thanks, Dr. Jordan. Have you decided upon a plan for the parsonage? Jordan (sighingly). Oh, that must wait awhile, I fear. Margaret (shows interest). Why must it wait, pray? Jordan. The church edifice is sadly in need of a steeple, and I think the completion of the church is of far greater importance than the erection of a parsonage at this time. Margaret (laughingly) . There speaks the unselfish min- ister of the gospel. You amaze me, Dr. Jordan. A church is a house of God, even though it has no spire. It is your Christian duty to think of Mrs. Jordan and her family of — how many children are there, Dr. Jordan? Jordan (sighingly) . The Lord has blessed us with nine tots, seven girls and two boys. Felton (aside — to Lucy). A regular children's asylum. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 21 Enter Morgan, L. U. E. He stands and watches. Lucy (placing hand upon Felton's mouth). For shame, Harry! (They confer.) Margaret (at C). Think of the requirements of your charming family, Dr. Jordan. Dismiss all thoughts of the spire and think only of a commodious parsonage. When you get ready to build, let me know and I shall be delighted to assist you with a few ideas for the architect, for I do so love to meddle with such things. Jordan. You have convinced me of the justness of your reasoning, Miss Holmes. The parsonage shall be erected, even" though the church board demands the steeple. Morgan (coming down L. — to Jordan). The church board will not object, Dr. Jordan. I'll vouch for that. Margaret. See, Mr. Morgan champions my cause. (To Morgan.) Thank you, Mr. Morgan. Jordan (to Morgan). Will you take charge of the legal forms of the donation and its disbursement, Mr. Morgan? Morgan. With pleasure, Dr. Jordan. Jordan. I shall call upon you tomorrow, Mr. Morgan. (Looks at watch.) It is past eight o'clock. I must be off to the church. Mrs. Jones. There is a meeting of the Ladies Aid So- ciety tonight and I must be present. Good evening, Miss Holmes. Margaret. Good evening, Mrs. Jones. (Exeunt Jordan and Mrs. Jones, CD.) Morgan (looking at Margaret, R. C, then at Lucy and Felton conferring up L. He goes to them — to Felton). The weather is admirable for a promenade, children. Felton. I hate promenades. Lucy. Let's go to the movies, Harry. Morgan. Excellent suggestion. (Watching Margaret.) Felton (laughingly). I see how the land lies. All right; the movies for us. Come along, Lucy. (Exeunt Felton and Lucy, C. D., laughingly.) Morgan (aside, as he comes down L.). I must confide in 22 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. her and accept her counsel. . {To Margaret.) Miss Holmes, may I occupy a moment of your time? Margaret {sitting R. at table, R. C). I shall be delighted, Mr. Morgan. Pray be seated. Morgan {sitting L. at table, R. C). Doubtless you have heard that I today announced my candidacy for the nomi- nation for Congress from this district? Margaret {interested). No, I had not heard of it. Nev- ertheless, I offer you my congratulations. Morgan {laughingly). There is little to congratulate me about, Miss Holmes. Margaret. Why, is not a Republican nomination in this district equivalent to election, Mr. Morgan? Morgan. Yes. Margaret {triumphantly). Then that means that you will go to Congress. Morgan. Not so fast, Miss Holmes. I have not yet cap- tured the nomination. Margaret. Oh, but that should be an easy matter for so well known a man as yourself. Morgan. Not so easy as you may think, especially when I am opposed by so powerful a man as Hampton, the polit- ical boss of this district. Margaret {sighingly). Oh, I hadn't thought of that. Why should Mr. Hampton oppose your nomination? Morgan. Because I am an honest man who does not enter politics for pecuniary gain. Margaret {thoughtfully) . I see. And Mr. Hampton — Morgan. Is of the usual standard of political bosses, self- serving, corrupt and playing the game for all he can make out of it. Margaret {laughingly) . I see that I have much to learn about politics, Mr. Morgan. . Whom does Mr. Hampton support for the nomination? Morgan. An unscrupulous lawyer named O'Grady, who long since should have been disbarred for dishonest acts committed by him both as attorney and Representative in the State Legislature. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 23 Margaret (shocked). Don't the voters of this district know the character of the man? Why don't they act? Morgan. Because they are bartered and sold like sheep by Hampton, who holds the reins of power. Margaret. Poor men ! From whom does Mr. Hampton buy these votes in this district? Morgan. From Mr. Williams, the superintendent of the Ames Mining Company. Margaret (starts) . Mr. Williams ! How can he do such a thing? Morgan. Because for considerations of value offered by Hampton, Williams orders the three thousand miners in the employ of the Ames Company to vote for such candi- dates for office as he may name. Margaret (after a pause). I see ft all now. But suppose the miners were to refuse? Morgan. Then he would contrive to make their lot so unpleasant that the men would be glad to agree to anything rather than that they should suffer personally. Margaret (indignantly). This is shameful! The men should be permitted to vote as they like without interfer- ence. None should be permitted to dictate to them. It is against reason and justice ! Morgan. Bravo ! Our views in this regard are identical, Miss Holmes. You are a friend of Miss Ames, I'm told? Margaret (starts). Yes, we are quite friendly, Mr. Mor- gan. But why do you refer to Miss Ames? Morgan. Because I should like you to make a personal appeal to her in my behalf. Margaret. I shall be delighted to do so. But what can she do? Morgan. She can be a most powerful auxiliary in this struggle for political reform in which. I am engaged. If I could speak to her and reveal the truth regarding conditions in which she is personally interested, as owner of this vast property and the employer of thousands of men, women and children, this little city would be physically and morally transformed. 24 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Margaret {thoughtfully). Do you think Miss Ames could be induced to assist in this great work ? Morgan. With your help there is no doubt of it. Miss Holmes. Will you help me? Margaret {laughingly). I'm afraid you over-estimate the value of my poor services, Mr. Morgan. I am only an insignificant stenographer, a protege, in a sense, of Miss Ames, it is true, but still subject to the same restrictions in my employment as the smallest child who works in the bunkers. Morgan. I request merely that you forward to Miss Ames a statement of facts that I will prepare. It will prove to her that her confidence in this man Williams is misplaced and that her interests would be best subserved were she to discharge him forthwith. Margaret {starts). I have seen things lately that have excited my suspicions, Mr. Morgan. {Rising and crossing to C.) Prepare your statement and I promise you it shall reach Miss Ames without loss of time. Morgan {rising and crossing to Margaret at C). Thank you, Miss Holmes. You and I shall win this battle and rout the hosts of the mighty. Margaret. You have roused my fighting blood, Mr. Morgan, and, like you, I believe we shall win. Morgan. I have known you scarcely two months, and — Margaret {interrupting laughingly). You have much to learn about me still, you mean? Morgan. Not that, precisely. It seems as if I had known you for years, not weeks. You are no ordinary woman, but seem far superior to the humble station you occupy. Margaret {merrily). You flatter me, Mr. Morgan. I'm just a plain little woman who is trying to do a little good in the world without making too great a splurge. Still, I will not forget the adage, from little acorns, big oaks grow. Morgan {taking her hand suddenly). Oaks do not flour- ish in this soil, Miss Holmes. Transplanted into another garden, perhaps, you may reach the proud summit allotted to high-minded women. Margaret {abashed). And that summit—? THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 25 Morgan. Domesticity. Margaret {thoughtfully) . You mean — ? Morgan {drawing her to him). That I want you for my wife! Margaret {shows emotion). Oh, Mr. Morgan! Morgan {passionately). Dare I hope, Miss Holmes — Margaret? I have loved you from the day we first met — idolized you with a devotion that absorbs me wholly, with an affection whose divine fire consumes me ! Margaret {holding him off at arm's length). I must have time to think — Morgan {interrupting) . When you are out of my sight an aching void fills my heart, and when I think of you, hap- piness like balmy sunshine floods my soul. This is love — love for you, Margaret! Have you no answer for me? Have I offended you? Margaret {after a pause). No, no! Morgan {eagerly). Then I may hope? Margaret {softly). I cannot, dare not, answer you now, for I do not yet know my own heart. I do not reproach you for this avowal which does me great honor, but I beg that you consider fully what you say and do. Morgan {pleadingly). Margaret! Margaret. I am a poor, defenceless girl, without a sin- gle living relative, wholly self-dependent, and until this moment deemed myself without a friend in the world. Morgan. I shall be to you more than friend. Margaret {interrupts) . Let me finish. You know noth- ing of my past, and were I to accept your generous offer and you some day learn that you were deceived, you would loathe and despise me! Morgan. Impossible ! Margaret. Time will show, Mr. Morgan. I promise to answer you soon. Enter Williams and Hampton, C. D. They stand and watch Margaret and Morgan at C. Morgan {taking her hand). So be it. When I have won 26 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. this hand, I shall be at once the happiest and most fortu- nate of men. Williams (angrily as he comes down C). What does this mean, Miss Holmes ? Morgan {drawing Margaret behind him at C. and fac- ing Williams). How dare you address Miss Holmes in that tone, sir? Williams (coldly). I have the right as her superior to protest when I observe her falling into a snare deliberately set for her. Morgan (astonished). Snare! Hampton (aside to Williams at L. C). Let loose on him good and strong. We've got to do him or he'll do us in the end. Williams (in whisper). Leave him to me. Margaret (aside to Morgan at R. C). Please do not quarrel with that man. Morgan. I shall not so degrade myself, Margaret. Please leave us now. I shall rejoin you in the reception room soon. (Leads her to L. U. E.) Margaret (at L. U. E.). No quarrelling, please. Morgan (laughingly). Have no fear on my account, Margaret. (Exit Margaret, L. U. E. Morgan goes down C. — to Williams.) You are a greater- scoundrel than I thought, Williams. Williams (in a rage). I'd advise you to have a civil tongue, Morgan. I won't submit tamely to insults. Hampton (sitting on sofa L. C). Williams' right about that, Morgan. You must get over this bad habit of tossing verbal bouquets at persons with thorns in 'em. 'Tain't nice, you know. Williams (at table R. C). I may be a scoundrel, Mor- gan, but at all events none can accuse me of theft. Morgan (amazed). Theft! Hampton (lighting a cigar). Tough word to throw at a candidate for the nomination for Congress from this dis- trict, ain't it, Morgan? Morgan. I see it all now! One of your political tricks, Hampton. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 27 Hampton (as he smokes). It is a little rough, Morgan, but when men buck against Williams and me, after being warned, they must take the consequences. Williams (exultingly). Yes, they must take the conse- quences. Morgan (coldly, at C). I don't know what game you both are playing, but let me warn you that if you connect my name with a single dishonorable transaction, I shall not be answerable for the consequences to you. Hampton (sneeringly) . Which means — ? Morgan. That you must answer to me! Enter Harrison, C. D. } followed by Jordan. Both come down C. leisurely. Hampton. Cut out the bunk, Morgan. We ain't made no charge against you — yet. Hello ! There's Harrison and the parson. Ask 'em, Morgan, what's up? Enter Margaret, L. U. E. She stands at entrance and listens unobserved. Morgan (aside). What does this mean? I must be on my guard. Williams (chuckling). Harrison will explain every- thing. Morgan (mystified). Everything! Hampton. Sure thing, Morgan. (To Harrison.) Let him have your prize package, Harrison. Morgan (to Harrison). What brings you here, Harri- son? Harrison (hesitatingly). Well, you see, Mr. Morgan, it's just this way. I hate to do it, but being a detective, and it being in the line of duty, I suppose I must. Morgan (amazed). Must what? My God! Can't you speak ? Hampton (disgustedly). Nix on the heroic stuff, Harri- son. Spit it out or git off the job. Harrison (to Morgan). Were you at Dr. Jordan's home tonight? Morgan. Yes, an hour or more ago. Williams (exultingly). See, he admits it!. 28 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Hampton (as he puffs at cigar) . He couldn't deny it. Morgan. Why should I deny it ? I have been there often, as Dr. Jordan is in a position to testify. Jordan (clasping his hands despairingly). Yes, I can truthfully testify to that. Hampton. Sure thing. The parson is there with the goods. Go on with your fairy tale, Harrison. Harrison (to Morgan). Well, you doubtless heard that Dr. Jordan received a package containing $5,000 this after- noon? Morgan (perplexed). No, I had not heard of it. I con- gratulate him. But what has all this to do with me? Harrison. How long were you in the pastor's study to- night ? Morgan. Scarcely three minutes. Hampton (triumphantly) . Time enough for any job of the kind. Harrison (to Morgan). What did you do while there? Morgan (looking from one to the other greatly per- plexed). Why, it is perfectly simple. I had some business to transact with Dr. Jordan before coming here and I- called at the parsonage. Mrs. Jordan invited me into the study while she inquired at the Jones' next door about her hus- band, it being her belief that he had gone there without letting her know. Harrison. Keep right on, Mr. Morgan. Morgan. She returned in a few moments and informed me that Dr. Jordan must have gone down town and begged me to wait. As there was no prospect that Dr. Jordan would return immediately, I left the house and came here. Hampton (insolently). Is that all, Morgan? Morgan (angrily). I decline to answer any questions from you, sir. Explain this mystery, Harrison. Harrison. Let Dr. Jordan speak. Jordan (at L. C. despairingly) . I have been robbed!! Morgan (amazed). Robbed! (Margaret, at L. U. E., shows agitation. She moves as if to enter, but reconsiders and stands at entrance, listening without being seen.) Hampton, Fine thing for this uplift town when the THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 29 news goes abroad that Dr. Jordan of the M. E. Church has been robbed. Jordan (sobbingly). It is shameful! When I returned home a few minutes since, I made the discovery that my desk had been forced open with some sharp instrument and the wallet containing my money, $5,000 in bills of large denomination, carried away by some person or persons unknown. {Wrings his hands in agony.) Hampton (sympathetically) . Ain't it a downright shame! Morgan (horrified) . At last, I see! I am suspected of this theft! Am I right? Speak! Harrison (nervously). Not yet, Mr. Morgan. We're just trying to get at all the facts. Morgan (in despair). My God! That I should have lived to see this fatal day ! Hampton (consolingly). It's a little tough on a reform candidate seeking a congressional nomination ; ain't it, Mor- gan? Morgan (in a rage). You dog! (He springs threaten- ingly at Hampton, who rises from sofa and retreats to L. C. as Harrison grasps Morgan.) Hampton (pompously). That's right, Harrison. Don't let him get too close, for I might forget myself and hurt him. (To Morgan, conciliatingly.) Be good, Morgan, and face the music. (Margaret stands undecided at L. U. E. for a moment, showing great agitation, then exits.) Morgan (at C). This is a foul conspiracy to wreck my reputation, but it shall not succeed ! Hampton (laughing coarsely). Gee! They all say that when they're caught with the goods. Jordan (to Morgan). Believe me, Mr. Morgan, I accuse no one, much less you. Hampton. Cut out the sympathy stuff. Let him tell us what he did while in your study. Morgan (indignantly). I decline to answer. Hampton. There's nothing to it, Harrison. Put the nip- pers on him. Harrison. Not so fast, Hampton. I know my duty. 30 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Hampton {angrily). Then don't you play no favorites. Do your duty. Harrison {defiantly). I take my orders from the Chief, not you, even if you are boss in this section. Hampton {carelessly). All right, Harrison. I've got your number. Harrison {significantly) . And I'll get yours some of these days. (To Morgan.) Far be it from me to make any charge against you, Mr. Morgan, because you've done me many a good turn, and I just can't stuff this thing down my craw without gagging. But won't you come to the City Hall with me and talk this matter over with the Chief ? Enter Margaret, L. U. E., carrying a handbag. She pauses at entrance and listens. Morgan. I shall not resist you in the performance of your sworn duty, Harrison, but I repeat that I am the vic- tim of a damnable conspiracy hatched by these men (point- ing to Williams and Hampton) to destroy my reputation. I shall accompany you. Come. Margaret (advancing to C). Stop! Morgan (surprised). Margaret! Hampton (crossing to Williams, R. C. — to Williams). What the devil is she going to hatch out now ? Williams (to Hampton). -Whatever it may be, we'll crush it. Margaret (to Harrison). It will be unnecessary for Mr. Morgan to go to the City Hall with you, Mr. Harrison. Hampton (to Harrison). Don't let a woman butt in on your affairs, Harrison. Take him away. Margaret (coldly). He shall not be taken away. (Opens handbag.) These men, Mr. Williams and Mr. Hampton, accuse Mr. Morgan of the theft of $5,000 from Dr. Jor- dan's study desk. Am I right? Harrison (perplexed). That sizes the situation about right, Miss Holmes. Margaret (taking bundle of bills from handbag). The charge is baseless, for here is the money! (All show ex- citement as Margaret holds money aloft. Hampton and THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 31 Williams at R. C. look at each other in amazement Jor- dan looks in stupor at Margaret and goes to her at C. Harrison and Morgan stand L. C, zvatching Hampton.) Hampton (aside to Williams). Wouldn't that jar you? Williams (amazed). She's balked our game, but we'll get him yet ! Hampton (roughly to Margaret). How the devil did you get that money? Margaret (with an effort). I found it! All (surprised). Found it! Margaret (aside). God will forgive me for telling this falsehood, but there is no other way. (To others.) Yes, I found it in the street near the parsonage. Take it, Dr. Jordan. Jordan (taking the money and counting it feverishly) . It is all here, thank God! Hampton. That's pretty raw work. (To Margaret.) If you found this money, why didn't you report it to the police ? Margaret (after a pause). Because the opportunity did not present itself until now. Are you satisfied, gentlemen, of Mr. Morgan's innocence of this odious charge? Jordan (putting money in his pocket). I never believed it for a moment. Harrison. Nor I, Miss Holmes. I'm off. Good night ! (Goes to C. D.) Williams (angrily). This doesn't satisfy me. (To Mar- garet.) Miss Ames shall hear of this, young woman. Margaret (laughingly). She shall, Mr. Williams, and when she does, let the guilty tremble. Morgan (taking her hand). Margaret, you have saved my honor ! Margaret. No, it was Providence ! ( Morgan and Mar- garet stand C. hand in hand, a look of triump upon her face as she glares defiantly at Williams and Hampton, who stand with angry looks at R. C. Harrison and Jordan stand near C. D., watching others until — ) Curtain. 32 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Act II. Scene: Office of the Ames Coal Mining-Company in 3. Practical door C. in F. opening upon wainscotted vestibule, all entering from R. Window to L. of C. D. with curtain. Practical doors L. U. E. and R. 2 E. Flat-top desk R. C. with revolving chair, and another desk with chair against wall at L. 2 E. Typewriter stand with machine upstage near desk, R. C. Letter press on table between C. D. and window L. C. Table below L. U. E, on which are several large account books. Clock on wall with hands at nine o'clock. Scene should be fitted up to resemble office interior of the better class. Scene is well illuminated, it being morn- ing. Hat rack to L. of C. D. See scene plot for stage set- ting. At rise enter Lucy at C. D., coming from R. Lucy {glancing at clock as she comes down R.). Good gracious ! After nine o'clock and I'm the first on the job. (Takes off hat and hangs it on rack near CD.) I wonder what the big folk of the company would say if they knew how Williams was. running things here? (Shrill whistle heard off stage.) The postman. All right! (She runs off C. D. and re-enters almost immediately, holding several letters in her hand.) Hello ! Here's a letter from New York marked "Important." (Studies writing.) Where have I seen handwriting like that before? It looks like Miss Holmes'. Pshaw ! This letter is from Miss Ames all right. (Puts letters on desk R. C.) There's something about Miss Holmes I can't make out. She isn't an old hand at the stenography game, that's a cinch! (Sighs.) I wish I had a millionaire friend like Miss Ames. (Goes to desk L. C. and tidies it up.) . Enter Felton, C. D. He is in haste and looks at clock anxiously as he takes off hat, throws it onto rack and goes to books at table near L. U. E. Felton (to Lucy). Hello, Lucy! Beat me to it, I see. Lucy. It doesn't take much ingenuity to do that. You keep dreadfully late hours, I fear. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 33 Felton. That's rich. If you hadn't made me stop for that soda after we left the movies last night, I wouldn't have been a half hour late this morning. Lucy (indignantly). Just like you men! You made me stop yourself. I like your impudence. (Pouts.) Felton (cheerfully). All right, if you say so, Lucy. That last picture we saw gave me the nightmare. You know what one I mean — the one where that convict, after saving the other fellow's sweetheart, is caught and crushed in a col- lision of two trains. Lucy (shuddering). It was terrible! Felton. I had the deuce of a time to get to sleep, think- ing of that picture, so that J overslept myself. (Tossing books around on table L. U. E.) Gee! I wish I was rich. Lucy. So do I. Felton. It's twelve per for me here until Williams croaks, I fancy. Lucy. Until Williams croaks? What do you mean? Felton. I mean there will be no advancement for me here until Williams passes into the land of shades and takes up his abode down there. (Points downward). That's where he will go, or I have another guess coming. Lucy. What makes you think so? Felton. Because he keeps devilish bad company. Lucy (curiously). What do you mean? Can't* you see I'm dying to know ? Felton. You wouldn't be the girl I take you for, if you weren't. (Goes to her at desk L. C. and whispers.) Who do you think I saw him with this morning? Lucy (despairingly) . Oh, what a man! Who was it? Felton. Jimmy Farrell ! Lucy (surprised). Jimmy Farrell! That means there's something crooked afoot. Felton. I'll not vouch for that, but it's a suspicious cir- cumstance. Jimmy is an all round thug who, just got out of the penitentiary where he served a term for burglary. He and Williams were as chummy as two bugs in a rug. Lucy. Well, what does that prove? 34 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Felton {working at books). That birds of a feather • flock together, you know. Lucy {horrified). Why, Harry Felton, if he heard you, he'd fire you. Felton {mysteriously). Oh, I don't know, Lucy. I've heard and seen a few things since Williams came here two years ago, and believe me, if the Ames people knew what I've got in my nut here {places hand on forehead) they'd be wiser about Williams than they are today. Lucy. By the way, did you hear about the robbery at Dr. Jordan's house last night? Felton. Sure thing. That's ancient history. They tried to put the job onto Mr. Morgan, but Miss Holmes was Johnny on the spot with $5,000 and blocked the scheme hatched by Hampton and Williams. Lucy {astounded). Where in the world did Miss Holmes get that $5,000? Felton. She says she found it, and I guess it must be so, for how could she have had so much money in her pos- session otherwise? Stenographers with fat bank accounts like that are rare in these parts. Lucy {sighs). I guess you're right, Harry. I wish I had $5,000. Felton {sitting on edge of desk L. C). And you'll have it some day. Let's have a little confidential talk. Lucy {deprecatingly). Run away, little one. Your con- fidential talks always end in smoke. Besides, it's time for Williams to bob in. Felton. Butt in, you mean. Somebody always does just when we get to the critical point. Enter Farrell, C. D. He stands and looks off R. for a moment and then comes down C. Lucy. Some day you will get a move on you and say what you have to say. Felton {taking her hand). Til say it now. I'd like that hand, Lucy, and I generally get what I like. Lucy {laughingly) . You really are going to say it this time? Oh, joy! ' THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 35 Felton {hugging her hand to him). You hit the bulls- eye that time, honey. Will you be my — {hesitates). Farrell {at C. — to Felton, dryly). Can the heart throb stuff, kiddo! Felton {starts — aside). Another butterin! {Turns and sees Farrell — to Farrell.) What do you want here, Jimmy Farrell ? Farrell {disdainfully). Cheese it, kid! I ain't in no court and youse ain't de District Attorney wot has got me on de grill! Felton. What do you want? Farrell {laughingly). Durn me, if I don't believe as youse is playing a game o' hearts wot ain't in yer contract wid de mining company. Felton {aside, as he goes to table up L). I'd like to smash his ugly face with an inkstand. Farrell {at desk, R. C). Say, when does the real cheese of dis dump git here? It's Williams I want — see? Felton. You left him ten minutes ago and you ought to know where he is. Farrell {starts). Oh, so youse been pipin' me off, eh? If youse tries dat on me, I'll cut yer heart out, see? Felton {laughingly). You'll find me on the job when- ever you get ready to "begin your dissecting room stunts, and I'll promise you, you won't have a picnic either. Farrell {astonished). Huh? Youse talks big for a ban- Enter Williams, C. D. hastily. Williams {aside to Farrell). Why did you come here? I warned you not to do so. Farrell. Sure thing, old pal, but I meets Harrison just around de corner where I saw youse and he begins to pump me about dat job at de parsonage last night — Williams {alarmed). Not so loud! Did he threaten you? Farrell. Not exactly threaten, but he hinted damned strong dat I better get out dis burg on de next train. Dat will be in twenty minutes and I'm going to make my get- away. I want my share of de swag — 36 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Williams (interrupting). Silence! Felton (aside, at table up L). What the deuce are they whispering about there ? (He watches them furtively as he works.) Williams (rummaging about desk, R. C). I will let you have three hundred now, and one thousand within ten days. Farrell (snarling angrily). T'ree hundred! And I gave youse five t'ousand! Don't play me for a sucker, 'cause it don't go, see? You played me dirt once before, and I ain't never forgotten it neither. It was in Sing Sing — Williams (alarmed). Don't mention that place here! Take that three hundred or I'll put Harrison on your track for fair! Farrell (taking money menacingly). Giving me de double cross, eh ? All right, boss. Some day we will square matters on de level. Hereafter, youse kin git somebody else to do your porch climbing, see? Williams (sitting in chair at desk, R. C). Send me your address when you get to New York. Farrell. Surest thing youse knows, Williams. (Aside, as he turns up C.) I don't know what keeps me from knifing him now! I'll make my getaway first and t'ink it over. (Exit C. D., after casting a look filled with menace at Williams.) Felton (aside, as he works). Why did he slip money to Farrell? This will be worth inquiring into. Williams (at desk, R. C). Felton! Felton (crossing to Williams). Did you call, sir? Williams (angrily). Did I call? (Loudly.) No, I whis- pered! Where is Miss Holmes? Felton. I don't know, sir. She hasn't made me her con- fidant. Williams (with show of temper). Here it is half past nine o'clock and Miss Holmes not here ! This sort of thing must stop, or I'll know the reason why. Enter Margaret, C. D. She takes off her hat leisurely and places it on rack. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 37 Felton (to Williams). Here is Miss Holmes now. (Goes to table up L.) Williams (aside). Where did she get that money she gave Jordan last night ? There's a mystery here, which must be solved at any cost. (Works savagely at his desk.) Margaret (coming down L. to Lucy). Good morning, Lucy. Lucy (whispers to Margaret). Look out for the bull- dog. He's in an awful temper this morning. Margaret (laughingly). I love to tame bulldogs, Lucy. (Goes to typewriter desk, R: C. — to Williams.) Good morning, Mr. Williams, I beg you will excuse me for being late this morning? Williams (sternly). It is a reprehensible habit you must endeavor to correct, Miss Holmes. (Calls.) Felton! Felton (running to Williams at desk, R. C.). Yes, sir. Williams (to Felton). Go to the machine shop and inform Jackson that the miners are complaining that the hoisting apparatus is in a dangerous condition. Felton. Yes, sir. Williams. And tell him also, that he may look for another job at the end of the week. Margaret (protestingly) . Why, Mr. Williams, his wife was taken to the hospital last week, suffering from cancer. What a dreadful shock this will be to her. Please counter- mand that order. Williams (coldly). I'll trouble you to keep your sug- gestions to yourself, Miss Holmes. I'll run this department to suit myself. (To Felton.) Deliver my message, Felton. Felton (going to C. D., followed by Margaret). Yes, sir. Margaret (whispers to Felton). Not a word to Jack- son about the discharge! Mind that, Harry! Felton. Mum's the word! (Exit C. D.) Williams (calls). Miss Matthews! Lucy (starts). Good Lord! That's his firing voice! (Rises and goes to R. C. — to Williams.) Did you call, sir? Williams (imitating). No, I merely chanted your name! (After pause.) See here, Miss Matthews, it is a matter of 38 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. common report that you and Harry Felton are rather too thick together. Lucy (defiantly). Well, that is our business, not yours! Williams. Broadly speaking, that is undeniable, but when this companionship affects your duties as an employe of the Ames Mining Company, then I am obliged to call you both to a halt. Lucy (tearfully) . You have no right to talk that way to me! Margaret (putting arm about Lucy). Don't cry, Lucy. The incident is too trivial to shed tears over it. Lucy (amid sobs). He's always nagging at me and some day I'll tell Harry. Then what he won't do to Williams will be a-plenty! Williams (turning impatiently). Stop your sniffling! (To Margaret.) Miss Holmes, return to your duty! It's high time you were learning your place in this office, even though you are a protege of Miss Ames. Margaret (indignantly). Sir! How dare you speak to me like this? Williams (insolently). More heroics! It's positively tiresome. Let me tell you that Miss Ames' friendship won't save you from dismissal unless you mend your manners. Margaret. Your language and tone are offensive, Mr. Williams. I shall take pleasure in reporting you to Miss Ames. Williams (insolently). Bah! I'll tell her about that in- cident last night and then see what she will think of you. Where did you get that' money? Margaret (going to typewriter desk). I refuse to an- swer any questions put by you. Williams (chuckling) . Won't talk, eh? Well, we'll see. (To Lucy.) Miss Matthews! Will you kindly go to the shipping room and see that those circulars to the trade are forwarded without delay? Lucy (going to L. U. E.). I wish you'd choke! (Exit L. U. E.) Williams (going to Margaret at R. C. — softly). Miss Holmes, may I have a word with you ? THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 39 Margaret {coldly). If it pertains to the business of this office, yes. Williams. And if it should pertain to private matters? Margaret. I should refuse, sir. Williams {insinuatingly). It is evident, you dislike me, Miss Holmes. You prefer another, then? Margaret • {protestingly). I have told you, Mr. Wil- liams, that I refuse to discuss with you any matter that does not strictly have connection with my duties as an employe of this company. Williams {chuckling). You evidently love the man whom you saved by your keen wit — and your mysterious bank roll last night. Margaret {rising and facing him). You are rapidly proving to me that you are a scoundrel ! By what right do you speak to me like this? Williams {taking her hand suddenly). By the right of a man who loves you ! Margaret {struggling to free herself). Now you stoop to insult! {She springs from him and stands C, showing excitement.) I shall appeal to Miss Ames to discharge you. Williams {threateningly). Make your complaint and we will see who wins. Margaret. I'm quite sure I shall win, Mr. Williams. Williams. Not after I have given Miss Ames a com- plete account of your conduct last night. Margaret. She will know how to judge my conduct. . Williams {insolently). Come, where did you get that money? You said you found it. You lied, didn't you? Margaret {horrified). Monster! Williams. You didn't expect me to swallow that yarn, did you? Come, don't be afraid to confide in me. Tell me your secret. Where is your bank account, eh? Just think of it! Stenographers trotting around in places like this with handbags stuffed with bills and producing them just in time to save their honeyboys from arrest! Margaret {coldly). I ask you to swallow nothing, Mr. Williams. You sought to ruin a worthy man whose political aspirations you were not in sympathy with, and the weapon 40 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. you employed was the basest trickery. You knew he was innocent when you made the charge, and your crime is the blacker on that account! Williams (laughingly). Quite a moralizer yourself, eh, Miss Holmes? Margaret. I knew you and Mr. Hampton had entered into a combination to defeat Mr. Morgan and name D'Grady as the Congressional nominee, and that you are using your power as superintendent of the Ames Mining Company to that end. Williams (starts). How wonderfully well informed you are ! But that doesn't explain where you found that $5,000 at the crucial hour and thereby saved Morgan from arrest. Margaret (laughingly). I found the money as I said. That is sufficient, for my discovery balked your miserable game. Williams. Do you know that when a stenographer, even though she be a friend of Miss Ames, can produce so much money at will, there are many who place a harmful inter- pretation upon that course? Margaret (goes to rack and puts on her hat). I decline to discuss this matter with you further. Williams (follows her). Where are you going, Miss Holmes ? Margaret (turns down R.). To find someone who will protect me from you. Enter Morgan, C. D. He stands and watches others un- observed. Williams (taking her hand). You shall not leave this place until I give you leave! Margaret (angrily). How dare you touch me? Williams (passionately) . Because I love you! Margaret (struggling) . I hate you! Williams (drawing her to him). I'll teach you to love me ! I have tamed rebellious women like you before. Come, a kiss ! Margaret (struggling). Help! Morgan (stepping between them at C). You whelp! THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 41 {He knocks Williams down with blow of his fist and stands over him threateningly — to Margaret.) He shall annoy you no more, Margaret. * Margaret {fervently). Thank you, Mr. Morgan. Morgan {to Williams). Get up, you hound! Williams {rising and wiping his face with handker- chief) . You shall pay dearly for that blow ! Morgan {coolly). I don't know what prevents me from killing you like the beast you are ! Williams {to Margaret). Consider yourself discharged, Miss Holmes. Margaret {at L. C, aside). This man will force me to betray myself. I must be patient — patient. {Turns to Williams, humbly.) Your word is final here, Mr. Wil- liams, but I assure you Miss Ames shall soon know the real character of the man in whom she places so much confidence. Williams {going to C. D.). Remove your things at once, for I shall give orders not to permit you to enter this place again! {Exit CD.) Morgan {to Margaret). I'm so sorry this has hap- pened, Miss Holmes. Margaret {laughingly). Sorry? Why so? Morgan. Because you have lost your position. Margaret. Don't let that worry you. I have some in- fluence with Miss Ames and I do not doubt that when she learns the truth, as she will, I shall be reinstated. Morgan {doubtingly) . I hope so, indeed, but these wealthy women are so capricious at times. They are so wholly occupied with their fads that they can afford to give little attention to deserving women like you. Margaret {soberly). But you don't know Miss Ames as intimately as I do. She and I are chums in every sense of the word. We have lived together, dined together, slept together, read the same books, discussed the same topics from the same standpoint, so that her thoughts, her ideals, her ambitions and mine are identical! I assure you that my word will have greater weight with Miss Ames than anything this base creature can say in derogation of me! 42 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Morgan. But in the event of your reinstatement, this man will make your life miserable. Margaret. Have no fear of that, Mr. Morgan. Miss Ames will know how to protect me. Morgan (after a pause). I have a plan! Margaret (surprised). A plan! Morgan. Why not enter my employ? I am in urgent need of a stenographer. Will you accept? Margaret (meditatively). I had not thought of this. What would Miss Ames think of me if I left her employ through this wretch who betrays her confidence? Morgan (impatiently). Hang Miss Ames! Margaret (protestingly). Why, Mr. Morgan! Miss Ames would be of little service to anybody if your sug- gestion were to be carried out. Morgan (humbly). Pardon me, Miss Holmes, but you are worth much to me in this crucial hour. You saved me from disgrace last night, now I beg you to aid me in my campaign. You can advance the interests of Miss Ames more by joining me than you possibly can do by remaining in a position which brings you into hourly contact with this dishonest man. Margaret (eagerly). Have you proofs of his dishonesty? Morgan (taking documents from pocket). Enough to hang him high as Haman.. He stole thousands of dollars from this company and at this moment he is in a dishonor- able deal with Hampton and his henchmen whereby, for a consideration, he will throw the votes of the Ames miners to O'Grady. Margaret. This is infamous! If I were to enter your employ, would we be in a position to defeat them? Morgan. Absolutely! We shall fight the devil with fire — we are bound to win! Margaret (eagerly). Your enthusiasm is contagious, Mr. Morgan! I am almost persuaded — (hesitates) . Morgan. Do you accept, Margaret? Margaret. With all my heart, Arthur! (Shows confu- sion.) Pardon me, Mr. Morgan. Morgan (exultingly). Henceforth, I am Arthur to you. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 43 Margaret (confused) . You are master. It is your right to command, my duty to obey. Morgan. You are the mistress, I your humble servant, Margaret. I must go to my office now. I shall expect you tomorrow ? Margaret. Tomorrow, without fail. Morgan (goes to C. D.). Together we will win! (Exit CD.) Margaret (goes to R. 2 E. — alone). Have I acted wisely? Yes, I feel it in my heart! At last I have found a man who is worthy of my love; a man of lofty ideals, purity of character, wholly disinterested, and — who loves me for myself alone! Am I deceiving him? (Emotion.) What will he think of me when he learns the truth? Will he despise me ? No, no ! Impossible ! He loves me and I adore him ! When I cast this mask aside, my heart shall guide both him and me! (Exit R. 2 E.) Enter Hampton, C D. Hampton (looking about as he comes down C). Here's a pretty howd'yedo! Not a soul in the shebang! Where's Williams? He's boozing too much. I'll have to put him next to himself, for if they get onto his curves, it's him to the boneyard. I can't afford to take any chances on this layout until after O'Grady's nomination is cinched. Enter 'Williams, C. D. Hampton (turns and sees Williams — to Williams). Hello, Williams ! Where's the bunch you keep around here ? Williams (in surly tone as he sits at desk, R. C). I'm routing them out one by one and getting in new assistants. Hampton (alarmed). Hey? What's that? Williams. I've fired Miss Holmes. Hampton (laughingly). Oh, you did, eh? You think you're a wise guy, don't you ? Well, I know a good many in your class, and they most all of 'em got their wisdom a-leaning over Jim Cassidy's bar and guzzling his booze. Williams (angrily). Don't talk foolish, Hampton. Hampton (disgustedly) . Don't try the indignation stuff with me, 'cause it don't go. I'll bet you've got four or five 44 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. of Cassidy's highballs under your belt this blessed minute. See here, Williams. Find Miss Holmes and if necessary, get on your knees and hire her over again as fast as God'll let ye! Williams. Impossible. She was impertinent to me, and I was forced to discharge her to maintain my dignity. Hampton. Dignity be hanged ! She is the friend of Miss Ames and we can't afford to take no chances of getting Miss Ames to come here and make a personal investiga- tion. Look here, Williams ! We're working our last polit- ical job together and damme! I don't intend that you shall spoil my chances of winning this fight by doing some fool thing, at a time like this ! Williams. How can this spoil our chances of winning? Hampton {angrily). You mutt! Can't you see that this thing is going to draw Miss Ames' attention to you, and that if she should make up her mind to make an investigation here, there's going to be something for the District Attor- ney, the Grand Jury and Sheriff, to do? That means that I will be dragged down with you, and I won't stand for that! When we have nominated O'Grady, you may go to hell for all I care, but until then, I'll be boss of the job, damme ! Williams {soberly). There's some truth in what you say. I shall rescind that notice to quit {Writes.) Miss Holmes : — I regret my action of this morning and beg that you will forgive me and forget it. Please consider the inci- dent as closed. Yours sincerely, Charles Williams. {Plac- ing note in envelope.) That ought to fetch her 'round, all right. Hampton {grumpily). I hope so, but you never can tell about women of the Holmes brand. Strange ! Where have I seen her eyes? There's something durned familiar about her, but I can't make it out. By the way, how about them notices to the miners? Williams. They will be sent out tonight. Enter Margaret, R. 2 E. She stands at door and listens, unobserved. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 45 Hampton. Good ! We'd better be off to the City Hall and see the committee. Did you find out where Miss Holmes got that money? Williams. She insists that she found it as she claimed. Hampton (chuckling) . Of course, that's a bum steer. We might have believed it if Farrell had dropped his swag. Did you give him the money to fly the coop with? Williams. Yes, he is on his way to New York now. Hampton. I wish we were rid of Miss Holmes as easily, my son. She's going to have a great influence upon our careers. I feel it in my bones. Williams (laughingly). It's rheumatism that bothers you, Hampton. Hampton (disgustedly). Rheumatism be jiggered! I haint had rheumatism in forty years and I'm too tough to get it at my time of life now! Come along! (Exeunt Hampton and Williams, laughingly, CD.) Margaret (leaving her place of concealment at R. 2 E., and coming C. — alone). As I suspected! They employed someone to rob Dr. Jordan so that they might accuse Arthur! (Goes to desk and picks up note written by Wil- liams, reads it in silence and crushes it in her hands.) He fears me! Can he suspect me? No. I am resolved to cast my lot with Arthur, and together we will unmask these scoundrels ! This is indeed the royal highway to happiness I have found! How long shall I ride thereon before my dream vanishes ? (Sits at desk, R. C. and. busies herself with papers.) Enter Allen, C. D. He comes down C. to Margaret, jauntily waving his cane. Allen (at C. — to Margaret). Ahem! Miss Ames! Margaret (starts). You, Mr. Allen! I did not expect you until later in the day. Allen. To be sure, but I had so much on my mind, Miss Ames, that I took the first train for this point— Margaret (in whisper). Please do not speak my name, Mr. Allen. Remember, I am Miss Holmes until I have rea- son to come out in my proper colors. 46 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Allen (bowing). Why, certainly, Miss A — beg- your pardon, Miss Holmes. When will this masquerading, this dancing after a shadow, come to an end ? Margaret (reproachfully). You will greatly favor me, Mr. Allen, by referring to my course of conduct in less opprobrious terms. I am not masquerading — Allen (interrupting). Not masquerading? Good Lord! What would you term the assumption of a false name by- another, this constant deception of persons who are dis- posed to be friendly to you and who must be shocked when the deception is made known? Margaret (eagerly). I will explain all to the satisfaction of every one, Mr. Allen. Allen. I am thinking only of what the world will say of this escapade, Miss — Miss Holmes. Personally, I know you nearly as well as I did your late lamented father. (Looks about.) Personally, I fail to comprehend how a woman of culture, refinement, attainments and all that sort of thing, can hibernate in so vile a place as this. Margaret (laughingly). You are in error, Mr. Allen. This is the most congenial atmosphere I have dwelt in for many years, if at all. It was to escape an odious environ- ment that I came here, and thank God, I have found what I sought. Allen (sitting at desk). You amaze me, Miss Am — pardon me again, it is devilishly hard to get used to Miss Holmes, which was your mother's maiden name. Be seated, child, and let us talk it over. Margaret (drawing chair from typewriter to place near Allen and seating herself). Oh, I do so want to have a heart-to-heart talk with you, Mr. Allen. Allen. We'll come to that in time, Margaret. It's easier to call you Margaret, for the first thing you know, I'll give your incognito away when I least expect it. Margaret (eagerly). Yes, call me Margaret. It is better so. Allen. I repeat, it is amazing to me that a woman who possesses millions, who moves in a social circle of such brilliance that thousands of less fortunate women would THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 47 barter their souls to occupy; you, to gratify a whim, cast all these advantages aside. You call this a charming en- vironment and profess to be pleased with the menial posi- tion you occupy! Margaret. I did not expect that you would view the sentiments I entertain, as I do, for you have neither my heart nor soul — Allen {interrupting). Heart and soul? Fiddlesticks! What have heart or soul to do with your translation from the lap of luxury to all this — {waves his' hands at the sur- roundings with contempt). Margaret {enthusiastically). Everything, Mr. Allen! My soul prompted me to do what you may regard as some- thing abnormal, and my heart applauds the course of my soul! Allen {raising his hands in mock horror). Poor heart, poor soul! Margaret. When I was a child, I felt instinctively that there was something wrong with a system that provided an abundance of toys for a few children and denied them to the many tots that watched me with envy as I played. Allen {despairingly). Why, this is rank socialism! Heavens! I thought your father's death would have changed all this ! Margaret. It was my father's death that brought me to the full realization of my duty, that of employing a part, at least, of the great wealth he had wrung from the people, for their benefit rather than my own. Allen {in protest). But, Margaret — Margaret {interrupting). Let me finish, Mr. Allen. I am not like other women, as you know. I am neither fool- ish, giddy, thoughtless nor unreasonable. I flatter myself that my faculties are as nearly normal as it is possible for one in this erring world to be. From my earliest childhood I viewed life from standpoints radically different from those of persons whose finer sensibilities are blunted by the com- mon faults of mankind. I viewed the social fabric in which the men and women of the world are enmeshed, as a mighty 48 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. chain which bound some to lives of ease and plenty, and others to existences of hopeless, despairing drudgery! Allen (negatively). Merely the lights and shades of life, Margaret. They have no significance. Margaret (dreamily). I conceived it to be fundamentally wrong that the pathways of some through life should be constantly illuminated, while those of others less fortunate should be depressingly dark. One day I discovered that the basis for human joys and sorrows, rights and wrongs, was money, always money! I then resolved that if ever I became rich, I would do all in my power to employ my wealth as God intended the rich should do — to lighten the burdens of the unfortunate whenever it was possible for me to do so. Allen (admiringly). Bravo. A Croesus turned philoso- pher! Margaret. When my father died two years ago, leaving to me this great burden of riches, my troubles actually began. I was sought after by self-serving men and women who have no other desire in life than to profit through their association with me. I found falsity, hypocrisy, deceit at every turn in what are called high social circles. Ah! an environment hedged in by bridge-crazed men and women, mad exponents of the tango ! Shameful ! Allen (laughingly). You're right about the tango — it ought to be suppressed. Margaret (meditatively). I felt myself stifling in this uncongenial social atmosphere and I yearned with all my soul for a change of condition by which I might be brought into contact with the antipodes of all I encountered in my own set for so many years. Allen. Have you found them here? Margaret (joyously). I have found ineffable peace of mind, contentment and happiness in the daily companion- ship of plain but honest folk who regard me as one of themselves. I have done some good, too, and, oh ! how beautiful it has been to hear those I have, secretly befriended, laud their unknown benefactor. No hypocritical protesta- tions these, but genuine gratitude, truth and sincerity! THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 49 Allen (admiringly) . Really, Margaret, you interest me! How differently your father acted in his day! Margaret (thoughtfully) . My father was a gruff man who was eternally tied hand and foot by the inexorable rules of business and whose dominating principle was to let no man have a dollar for which he has not first received its equivalent in services performed! Allen (laughingly). And whose principle also was never to let a dollar he had earned get into the hands of the other fellow. Margaret. He was reared in the modern school of finance, a system which to me is cold, heartless, repelling! It is a crime for persons with wealth to hoard their riches as a miser does his gold. The promptings of humanity dic- tate another course to me and now that I find pleasure in doing good with my money secretly, I shall continue in that course until — (hesitates) Allen (inquiringly). Yes — ? Margaret (sighingly). Until I have found my mate — a man strong enough to relieve me of the greater part of the burden I have assumed. Allen. You mean a man who will rise to the heights of your ideals of what a husband of a woman like you should be? Margaret (rising and standing C, thoughtfully). Yes, a man whom I can love with my whole heart ! Allen. Have you already found such a man ? Margaret. I think so, Mr. Allen. At least, I am on the royal highway that leads to happiness, so I will indulge my dream until the end! Allen (rising and crossing to R. C). Well, what are your plans for the future? Margaret (suddenly) . I nearly forgot to tell you that I leave this place today. Allen (surprised) . Eh? Going back to New York? Margaret. No, I've been discharged by Mr. Williams and I have accepted another engagement. Allen. How interesting! Margaret (whispers to him). You wouldn't believe it, 50 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. % Tarsal Fm gCtting t0 ^ " regUlai * SheH0ck Holmes Allen. Nothing you do surprises me, Margaret -3Sd^'«S? the aid of Arthur - M? - ***». i Alle N (interrupting). So it's Arthur already, my girl I liams is" a RE t T hi f:^^- We - h3Ve P r °° f tha " Mr Wil: nams is a thief and we are going to use this proof as a ■3? r gam ° Ur ^ nds ' Arthur » ?™S to be uo mi ! Allen" ftrf^ 8 f ? *£ g ° ing to heb/hinfwin hi figh ! Allen (admmngly). You're an ideal suffragette 1 Alkn- Arf ire i> roach ffy)- Anything but tha , Mr. wee e ks ! pX y s" PrePar6d t0 refflain Here f ° r a f6W da ^ ^Y^llTr in - this ho,e for days «■ Margaret. For my sake, Mr. Allen, I'm going- to eive you a power of attorney to represent me herfsTthat you ZIa^ y ° Ur 6yeS Up0n Wil 'iams. It's part of our game Allen"^ *, r in ^ Ve t0 > fight the devil with fire fellow! {slghmgly ^ Your Arthur ^ a devilish clever w Margaret (enthusiastically). He is a man, every inch of - Allen {■with wry face). Is there no other way out of this mess? Must I remain in this prosy place for the Lord knows how long, doing your detective stunt ? see thaM^ ^ mUSt ^ Y ° m eye U P on WiIliams and see that he does no more mischief. Were it not that our the Se ins g t a ant St I Tr. T^^ *' IT" 16 ^ rid of ^m "" office- employed for a period in Arthur's AlfS ( Jf tem *'*V>: ?h. that's it, eh? (Resignedly.) tne reft to i^ W,th ^ P ° Wer of atto ™^ ^d leave the rest to me. 1 11 manage him somehow (GoinatTR ?'p^r^ A y0l i' re ? oin ? to P^ the ™rtyr. powT/o/atrnf^ ^ ** "* ^ * Wi " make out ** Allen (^ toR.2E.), A fine bunch of conspirators THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 51 we are! If the New York newspapers get onto us now, they wouldn't do a thing to us. . Margaret (laughingly) . Have they solved the mystery of my disappearance yet? Allen. No. The reporters gave me a hard chase, but they finally accepted my story that you had gone to the South Seas on a long vacation cruise. Margaret (mock sympathy). It is dreadful to deceive the reporters so cruelly. Allen. Oh, they'll survive it, I fancy. (Exeunt Mar- garet and Allen, R. 2 E.) Enter Lucy and Felton, C. D. Lucy (despondently) . I'm sick of this place, Harry. Felton (dolefully) . You've got nothing on me, Lucy. Lucy (sitting at desk, L. C). Are you a man, Harry? Felton. I used to think so, but sometimes I think I'm a misfit. Lucy (acidly). Then it's time you were making up your mind about it one way or another ! Felton (alarmed). What's that, Lucy? Lucy. You've been trying to tell me something for a month, and if you don't soon "finish the job, you'll have me nifty to a fare-you-well. Felton (taking her hand). There is something I wanted to say to you every day for a month, but every time I start the carbureter in my tongue goes on strike. Lucy (laughingly) . Get a new spark plug, Harry. Enter Morgan, C. D. f hastily. Felton (admiringly). Gee! It's a good thing you're so sensible, Lucy ! I'll get it over with now or die ! I want you, Lucy, I want you — (hesitates.) Lucy (despairingly) . Yes, yes, you want me — ? Felton (gulpingly). I want — I want — (aside.) I wish - a house would fall on me ! Morgan (at C, interrupting). Where is Miss Holmes, Harry? (Felton and Lucy break aivay from each other in confusion. Lucy resumes work at desk, while Felton turns to books on table up L.) 52 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. IdSli^' 0^ f isn't this fierce! (To Morgan.) Morgan. Thank you. (Crosses to L. C ) Enter Williams and Hampton C n Th» to desk, R. C. ON ' U V ' lhe y c °me down Hampton (jovially to Morgan). There von ar * m s .Wil LIAMS (to Mo RGAN) . Have you any business here, Morgan („»/ yJ . That does not ^^ £»fer Margaret a«rf Allen R 2 F n , _, U™T4y rMy) - LeaVe this office at °"ce! Morgan! '•^"^ f ° C.—to Morgan). Stop, Mr. Hampton (surprised). Wouldn't it jar you 1 setS^ytfSnt^S" ° f T^ ™ ^ crosses to C slowlJ\v£rr£I (P°™ H ng to Allen, who Horace Alkn, of ti York so^° mtr ° dUCe - t0 y ° U Mr " Ames. ' speclaI representative of Miss a Hampton („& * Wxllxams). I' m beginning to smel! i^ss sg.- i;r e r sh the rat (r < a ™> Allen (fo Williams). You are Mr Unr superintendent here? Mn Wllham s, the Williams. I have that honor ^elton (aside). Oh, bunk! Allen (produces document). I have W* a ,., Morgan (leading her to desk, he sitting at one side, she on the other) . Poor Martha ! She was six years my senior and I fifteen years old when our mother died. Mingling our tears, my sister and I swore we would never separate in this life. Martha became in truth a second mother to me. Margaret. Noble Martha! Morgan. But in due time f went to college, and when 1 was in my Freshman year she wrote me that she was in Ce Several weeks elapsed and then she wrote me that she was married. Her letters became more and more in- frequent and finally ceased altogether. When I graduated I begged her to come to the college commencement, but re- ceived no answer. Margaret. Strange! M ™v, Morgan. I hastened to New York and began a search of the marriage records in an effort to locate her. At last I found what I sought. She had become the wife of a man named Stark and I went to the address given in the license certificate. I sought there in vain, but at length made he discovery that my sister and her husband had lived for toree years in a crowded tenement in the lower East Side, frequented by men and women of the under world! Margaret (shudderingly) . Horrible! Morgan. Horrible, indeed! The truth was revealed to m e by accident. My sister had wedded a man she believed to be worthy of her love, but who proved to be a wolf in sheep's clothing— an ex-convict! <•*„>* Margaret (sobbingly). An ex-convict! And she didnt ^Morgan (emotion). No, she didn't know, poor girl This scoundrel, Stark, was a counterfeiter who was senten ced to serve a term of seven years in state's prison. Shocked at her discovery, her life wrecked, absolutely without, hope and crazed by the cruel deception practiced upon her, my poor confidingsister sprang into the Hudson River one night and was — was drowned! 66 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Margaret. Poor, poor Martha! And the body? Morgan (recovering himself with an effort). Was swept out to sea and lost forever ! Margaret. Did her husband learn the result of his vil- lainy ? Morgan. I do not know. When I searched for him I learned that he had left Sing Sing prison only a few days before and had vanished, no one knew whither. (After a pause.) It was well for him that he fled, for had we met I would have killed him! (Rises and walks excitedly R. and L.) Margaret (rising and going slowly to C). I now un- derstand your horror of deception, Arthur. If a woman were to deceive you — ■ Morgan (interrupting earnestly). I should forgive her no more than I should pardon the scoundrel who drove my only sister to death. Margaret (aside, as she goes to L. 2 E.). What will he think of me when he learns the truth. (To Morgan.) Your story has depressed me more than you think, Arthur. Please excuse me for awhile. Morgan (crossing to L. 2 E. and taking her hand). Par- don me, Margaret. I was brutally frank, but of course this is of only passing interest to you. Forgive me. Margaret (sadly). There is nothing to forgive, Arthur. (Exit L.2E.) Morgan (alone, looking after Margaret as she exits). What did she mean by this talk of deception? Has she a secret? Can she be deceiving me and does her conscience reproach her for it? No, no! It is impossible! (Goes to desk R. C.) It is idle curiosity that prompts her to speak enigmatically — she wishes to test my love for her. Well, so be it. I will prove to her that my love is staunch as Gibraltar and permanent as the stars! (Sits at desk and works.) Enter Felton and Lucy, R. C. They come down C, Felton standing near desk an d Lucy sitting on sofa L. C. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 67 Felton (to Morgan). Glad to see you back, Mr. Mor- gan. Lucy (to Morgan). Indeed we are, Mr. Morgan. Morgan (laughingly). Thank you both. What can I do for you? Felton (scratching his head). Can't just think of that now, but we've come to let you know that Lucy and I have gone out on strike. Morgan (surprised) . On strike? Felton. Same thing. We've quit the Ames Company for good. Lucy. The company will go to the bowwows sure now. Morgan. What in the world are you children talking about? Why have you quit? Felton. Because we couldn't stand the bunch of mutts there since Miss Holmes left. Lucy. That's right, Mr. Morgan. They lead us a dog's life, and we wouldn't stand for any more of it. Morgan. Let me understand this. Did Mr. Allen cause you any annoyance? Felton. Lord, no ! He's a prince. It's Williams who did the dirty work. He's a born crook, isn't he, Lucy ? Lucy (shudderingly) . He's worse than that — he's a slan- derer. Morgan. Whom is he slandering? Lucy (to Felton). You'd better tell him, Harry. I hate this sort of gossip. Felton (laughingly). That's rich! You hate gossip? What did you join that suffrage club for, if it wasn't to gossip ? Lucy (pouting). You're perfectly dreadful, Harry. I'll never speak to you again as long as I live. (Dives her head into pillozv.) Felton (to Morgan). Don't mind her, Morgan. She's subject to 'em. Morgan (annoyed). You haven't told me whom Wil- liams was slandering. Felton. Excuse me — you. 68 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Morgan (sighs in relief). Oh, that's all right. I thought it was something real serious. Felton. So I thought when he began to slander Miss Holmes — Morgan (interrupting). Did the rascal dare? Felton. He wouldn't had he known the kind of package I handed out to him, was held in reserve. (Strikes an atti- tude.) I gave him a right hook to the jaw, and down he went to the mat, straight as a string. Didn't he, Lucy? Lucy. Why, he didn't come to for ten minutes. I thought Harry had killed him. Felton. I wish I had. Morgan. What did Williams say? Felton. He said he had evidence that Miss Holmes wasn't Miss Holmes at all. (Hesitates.) Morgan. Keep right on, Harry. What .else? Felton (dubiously) . Of course he was lying; but he said Miss Holmes was wanted by the New York police for working a confidence game on some Wall Street broker — Morgan (agitated). The scoundrel! Felton. When he said that, I didn't wait for anything more, but I went on the war path like an Indian seeking his first scalp. Morgan. You should have killed him! Lucy (rising). He will next time! Felton. I guess I will. Lucy and I talked the matter over and we made up our minds to look for other jobs. (Faint cheers heard off L. He goes to window and looks off.) There's the Ames delegation marching to the Congressional convention in the City Hall. Morgan (aside at desk). This mystery must be solved. I must be calm, for if I lost my temper at this time, all would be lost. (To Felton.) I'm off to the convention, Harry. I need two votes to win the nomination and you must help me. Felton. Sure thing, Mr. Morgan. Are you going to get them from Bill Hampton? Morgan. I must get them at any cost. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 69 Felton. Then you can't afford to talk moral law to those chaps. Talk cash! Morgan (laughingly) . You're a bad adviser, Harry. I'll get those votes on my merits or fail. Come along. (Exit R. C.) Felton (to Lucy). I'll do a little dragging myself, but merits be hanged! Let's go to the City Hall. It's our day off, you know. Enter Harrison, R. C, leisurely. Lucy. I don't mind, Harry. We'll make it a picnic. (Goes up stage.) Felton. Right you are, Lucy. (Sees Harrison — to Harrison.) Hello, Sam! What's up? Harrison. Nothing much, Harry. Hope you'll have a good time. Felton. You bet we will, Sam. (Exeunt with Lucy, R. C.) _ Harrison (looking about at C). I'm beginning to hate this business. This guff Hampton gave the Chief about Miss Holmes being the woman wanted in New York is simple rot, or I have another guess coming. Some day I hope to get the real goods on Hampton, and when I do, there'll be another boss who'll go to jail. There she comes. Enter Margaret, L. 2 E. She comes C. Harrison (to Margaret). I'm glad you've come, Miss Holmes. Margaret (surprised). To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Mr. Harrison? Harrison (after a pause). Just a little personal matter, that's all. Margaret (inquiringly). Personal? Harrison. Yes, I'm looking for a young woman about your age and appearance who is wanted in New York for working a confidence game. Margaret (starts — aside). The blow has fallen! (To Harrison.) Why do you come to me? Harrison. Because information has been lodged with the Chief that you are the woman wanted. 70 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Margaret (impatiently). But this is an absurd accusa- tion. Do I look like a criminal ? Harrison (admiringly) . I should say not, Miss Holmes. But the Chief sent me down here to investigate, and my duty — Margaret (horrified) . Is to arrest me? Harrison (nonplused). I wouldn't put it as rough as that, Miss Holmes. If you don't mind, you might come with me to the Chief — Margaret (pleadingly). I cannot do that, Mr. Harrison. Won't you give me two hours — one hour, please ? I have urgent reasons for making this request, and I'm sure all will be explained to the satisfaction of the Chief and yourself. Harrison. Why, of course, that's satisfactory to me, Miss Holmes. Margaret. Thank you so much. Who was it made this odious charge against me ? Harrison. I saw Hampton and Williams talking myster- iously like to the Chief, and when they left just now the Chief gave me orders to call on you and report. Margaret. Miserable wretches ! Why should they seek to ruin me? Harrison. They're trying to get at Morgan through you. That's their game. Margaret. They will not succeed. (Loud cheering off L. Harrison goes to window aand looks off, Margaret following him.) Harrison (at window). Guess the convention is getting down to business. Margaret. I hope with all my heart that Mr. Morgan will be nominated. Harrison. So do I, Miss Holmes. It's high time that we we were getting rid of crooks like Hampton and putting honest men like Mr. Morgan in office. (Goes to R. C.) I'll be back in an hour or so. You'll be ready, then, Miss Holmes ? Margaret (at window). I will be ready. (Exit Har- rison, R. C.) The crisis. is at hand and I must disclose THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 71 my identity or suffer arrest on this ridiculous charge. (Laughingly.) What will the New York papers say when they learn that Miss Ames has been arrested as a confidence queen? (Comes down C. thoughtfully.) What shall I do? Shall I reveal myself and risk losing Arthur's love ? I have deceived him. He believes me to be a poor girl. What will he think when he learns the truth? (Clamor of voices off- stage L., cheering., etc., in which name of "Morgan" is heard. Margaret returns to window excitedly and looks off. Excitedly.) They are shouting Arthur's name! Is it possible that he has won? I hope so with all my heart. Enter Allen, R. C. He comes down C. and Margaret turns and meets him eagerly. Margaret (to Allen). What news, Mr. Allen? Allen. I was just informed that Morgan's nomination was assured. Margaret (nervously). Thank God for that! Oh, I wish he'd come! Allen. What's the matter, Margaret ? You seem greatly disturbed. Margaret (laughingly). And so would you probably, if you were under arrest. Allen (surprised). Under arrest? Explain yourself . Margaret. Technically, I am under arrest or will be within two hours, unless I disclose my identity, which will not be difficult, I fancy. Allen (puzzled). I don't understand. Why should you be arrested? Margaret (posing at C.) Look at me, Mr. Allen — I am a confidence queen ! Allen. I'm still as much in the dark as ever, my child. Margaret. According to Hampton and Williams, I'm supposed to be some wretched woman who swindled some- body or other in New York out of ten thousand dollars. Allen. I see! Some scheme of Hampton and Williams to revenge themselves upon you for balking their game when they sought to fasten that ridiculous and mythical robbery of Dr. Jordan upon Morgan. 72 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Margaret. It was no mythical robbery, Mr. Allen. It really took place and it was arranged by Williams and Hampton. Allen (surprised) . The deuce you say! This is an un- expected obstacle you've encountered on your royal highway to happiness. This is becoming serious. Margaret. I'll override this obstacle, Mr. Allen. You must promise me one thing, won't you ? Allen (resignedly). I suppose I must. Fire away. Margaret. Promise, whatever may happen within the next hour or two, that you will remain silent until I give you leavt to speak. Allen. Remain silent when they call you a confidence queen ! I'll choke the first man that — Margaret (laughingly places her hand on his mouth). That's all right, Mr. Allen. I have your promise? Allen (resignedly) . I suppose so, Margaret. Enter Morgan, R. C, hastily. He runs to Margaret with outstretched arms. • Morgan (excitedly). We've won, Margaret, weVe won! (Takes her hands.) Margaret. I'm delighted, Arthur! Tell us all about it. Morgan. It was all over within ten minutes. When I got to the City Hall, I was informed by. Higgins that I needed only one vote, the vote on the first ballot being a tie. Then Higgins got busy and on the next ballot, I was nominated. Margaret. I presume Hampton was overjoyed. • Morgan (laughingly). He was mad as a wet hen and swore he'd scalp Higgins and me. But the rascal's power is broken at last, so let him rave. Margaret. His power may be broken, but unfortunately he still has fangs. Enter Hampton and Williams, R. C. As they come down C, Harrison enters and stands up, R. Morgan (crossing to desk, R. C). I'll take great pleasure in drawing Hampton's fangs. Hampton (to Morgan). You'll have a big contract on your hands when you begin, Morgan. THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 73 Morgan (coldly). Leave this office. Hampton (angrily). I'll cut your comb yet! See here! We've come to tell you some facts about this here woman calling herself Miss Holmes — Morgan. Sir! Margaret (aside to Morgan). Be calm, Arthur Williams (at L. C). We have no desire to press this matter and will not do so unless Mr. Morgan agrees to decline his nomination in favor of O'Grady. Margaret (defiantly, at C). He shall not do it! Morgan (surprised). Why should I decline a nomina- tion I have fairly won ? Hampton. He doesn't catch on! Whisper it to him gently, Williams, so's he knows what the game is. Morgan (angrily). I repeat, leave this office, both of you ! Williams (to Harrison). Serve that warrant, Harrison. Morgan (amazed). Warrant! Upon whom? Williams. Miss Holmes. Allen (crossing to Margaret at C). This is an out- rage upon a defenseless woman and — Margaret (aside, to Allen). Silence! Remember your promise. Morgan. What is this mystery? Hampton (chuckling) . There ain't no mystery, Morgan. It's known to everybody except yourself that this here Miss Holmes ain't Miss Holmes at all. Morgan. Not Miss Holmes! Allen. Gentlemen, you are in error— Margaret (aside to Allen). Silence! Allen (protestingly, aside to Margaret). But the dis- grace of the thing! Margaret. Let me carry the burden, Mr. Allen. Hampton. There's no mistake. This young lady is an imposter and a thief ! Morgan (angrily). You lie! Williams. Harrison has the proofs. Harrison (taking document from pocket). I'm not sure of my ground, Mr. Morgan, but when I asked Miss Holmes about this awhile ago, she would not explain. 74 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Margaret. I said I would explain within one hour. Morgan (anxiously, to Margaret). You will do so now, Margaret, please! Margaret (with bowed head). I cannot! Morgan (amazed). You cannot affirm that this odious charge is a lie ? Margaret (pleadingly) . You do not believe it, Arthur? Won't you believe me when I tell you that I am the victim of a horrible mistake ? Morgan (doubtingly) . Margaret! Allen (to Morgan). I'll answer for her, Morgan — Margaret (aside to Allen). Can't you see I'm testing him? Allen (resignedly). But you're taking a great risk, my child. Margaret. I trust in Providence. (To others.) Gentle- men, grant me three days and I promise to establish my identity to your entire satisfaction. Morgan (eagerly). That is fair, Harrison. Grant her three days. Hampton. Harrison can't do it. Get down to business, Harrison. You've got a warrant. Morgan (stepping to side of Margaret at C). Stop! No man shall lay a hand upon this young woman, warrant or no warrant ! Hampton (horrified) . He's defying the law! Harrison. You're not offering to resist me in the dis- charge of my duty, Mr. Morgan? Morgan. I will be responsible for this woman ! Harrison. You mean you will provide bail for her? That suits me. Morgan (placing arm about Margaret's waist). I mean that Miss Holmes is my fiancee and that it is my duty to stand by her until this mystery has been solved ! Margaret. You have not lost faith in me, Arthur ? Morgan. No. Margaret (wistfully). And if I should be adjudged guilty ? THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 75 Morgan (earnestly). I would believe in you still, Mar- garet ! Margaret (proudly). You are indeed a man among men ! (Margaret and Morgan stand hand in hand, C, Williams stands R. C, watching them angrily, Hampton stands L. C, while Harrison stands near window until — ) Curtain. Act IV. Scene : Same as Act I, two weeks later. At rise discovered Mrs. Jones, seated on sofa, L. C, and Allen, near fireplace, R. 2 E. Scene is illuminated, it being evening. Mrs. Jones (to Allen). Have you seen Mr. Morgan since his return? Allen. For an instant only, this afternoon. He seemed distressed, in fact, dazed, like a man in a dream. Mrs. Jones. Poor man ! The disappearance of Miss Holmes after that scene in his office two weeks ago, affected him deeply. Allen. Unquestionably. Mrs. Jones. Then you think the charge brought against her served only to strengthen his love for Miss Holmes? Allen. It certainly had that effect, Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones. Are you convinced that the accusation is false ? Allen. Certainly, madame. I've known her too long to doubt her integrity and honor. Mrs. Jones (surprised) . Then you knew her before you came to this place? Allen. Only slightly, Mrs. Jones. She was a protege of Miss Ames. Mrs. Jones. Were they friendly? Allen. More than that, they were inseparable. Mrs. Jones. Then she could not have been a confidence queen ? 76 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Allen. That depends, Mrs. Jones. She won my con- fidence and she holds it still. If that be a crime, I hope to find more women like Miss Holmes. Mrs. Jones. How do you account for her flight ? Allen. How can you account for anything a woman may do, and that woman Miss Holmes ? Mrs. Jones. Her disappearance caused Mr. Morgan much trouble inasmuch as he had given the assurance that she would be produced when wanted. Allen. Morgan's a man, every inch of him! Enter Jordan, C. D. Jordan (to others as he comes down C). I have just left Mr. Morgan. Poor, dear man ! He is in great mental distress. Mrs. Jones (to Jordan). Did he bring news of Miss Holmes ? Jordan. No. He informed me that he searched Phila- delphia, New York and Boston, but not a trace of her could he discover. Allen. Tell him not to despair, Dr. Jordan. She'll be heard from one of these days, I'm sure. Jordan. So I told him, but he is in such a frame of mind that he won't believe me. May the Lord preserve her! Allen. If the Lord doesn't, Miss Ames will, I fancy. Jordan. By the way, have you heard the news? Mrs. Jones. News? Jordan. Miss Ames is expected here on the evening train. Allen (looking at watch). That reminds me! I have just time to get to the station. Will you excuse me? (Goes to C. D.) Mrs. Jones You will fetch Miss Ames here, Mr. Allen? I'm dying to see her. Allen. I shall drive her here without delay. (Exit, d D.) Mrs. Jones (to Jordan). I understand the parsonage is finished, Dr. Jordan? Jordan (crossing to table, R. C). I am happy to say it THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 77 is, Mrs. Jones. We will have a genuine old-fashioned house- warming. Mrs. Jones. We shall all look forward to that event with pleasure. Jordan (looks about, then whispers). I have another surprise for you. Mrs. Jones. Surprise? Jordan. I received an express package today containing (looks carefully about, then whispers) two thousand dollars ! Mrs. Jones. How gratifying, Dr. Jordan! It is certain your good angel has not deserted you. Jordan. That's why I whisper the news to you. You remember the last time, some ungodly man decamped with the money sent me and but for Miss Holmes finding it, the parsonage would not have been built. Mrs. Jones (laughingly) . I hope you will keep the money in a safer place this time, doctor. Jordan (looking about, then whispering). I have it in my shoes ! Enter Felton and Lucy, C. D. Fe'lton (to Jordan as he comes down C). We've been searching for you everywhere, haven't we, Lucy ? Lucy (coming down L.). Yes, that's so, Dr. Jordan. Jordan.. Searching for me? How may I have the pleas- ure of serving you? Enter Morgan, C. D. He stands and listens. Felton (bashfully). You see, doctor, it concerns Lucy and me — (Hesitates.) Jordan (shocked). I'm afraid you have been quarreling again, like the children you are. Felton. Oh, no — at least, it wasn't I, for Lucy does all the quarreling. Lucy (indignantly). Harry Felton! I'll scratch you if you say such a horrid thing again ! Felton. Don't you do it, Lucy. Cats scratch and you — you are only a chicken! Mrs. Jones (annoyed). How you children talk! 78 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Felton. That's right, Lucy, we aren't getting anywhere, but we're determined to, to — (Hesitates.) Morgan (interrupting as he slaps Felton on back). Postpone your announcement until tomorrow, do you mean ? Jordan (to Morgan). I'm delighted to see you, Mr. Morgan. (They shake hands.) Mrs. Jones (rising). Welcome home, Mr. Morgan. Felton (aside, ruefully). Wouldn't that jar you! He butted in just as I was about to arrange for our wedding! (Turns to Lucy, L. C.) Lucy (to Felton). If you don't manage that tongue of yours better, I'm afraid I'll die an old maid! (They con- fer aside animatedly.) Jordan. What news, Mr. Morgan? Morgan (crossing to desk at R. C). None. I searched everywhere, but found no clew to her whereabouts. Ah, what would I not give to find her ! This anxiety will drive me mad! Jordan (consolingly). Be resigned to the will of the Lord, my son. He will find a way to unite you, provided it be the Master's will. Morgan (sighing heavily). I fear I lack your faith, Dr. Jordan. I think, dream, search and pray, but I am balked at every turn/ I sometimes doubt the Master in my despair, and when I think, as I often do, that she may be dead, my heart almost ceases to beat, and sorrow chills my soul ! Ah, Margaret dead! The very thought that this may be so drives me to despair! Jordan (piously): I feel for you, my son, but remem- ber, God works in a mysterious way his wonders to perform. Morgan. I thank you for your expressions of sympathy, but until I see her again, life holds little joy in store for me. (Works listlessly at desk, R. C.) Jordan (to Mrs. Jones). It is time that we get to the meeting of the church trustees in the parlor above. We are, ten minutes late already. Mrs. Jones (watching Morgan). You are right, Dr. Jordan. Poor fellow! (Exeunt with Jordan, C. D.) THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 79 Lucy (aside, to Felton, pointing to Morgan). Cheer him up, Harry. I'm going to see Mrs. Meeker, who is ill, and I'll be back in five minutes. Felton. I'll expect you in ten minutes. (Exit Lucy, C. D. Aside, as he looks at Morgan.) I always was a Job's comforter. (Crosses to Morgan at R. C. — to Mor- gan.) Mr. Morgan! Morgan. What is it, Harry? Felton. Seeing that you got back tonight after an absence of three, days, I thought you might be interested in hearing the latest news. Morgan (wearily). You have news? Felton. Have you heard that Williams was fired? Morgan (surprised). No. How did it happen? Felton. The day after you left, Mr. Allen received a telegram from Miss Ames instructing him to discharge Williams immediately. Morgan. I expected it. Did the rascal resent his dis- charge ? Felton. He howled, raved and swore that the order was a fake and he wired to Miss Ames personally about the matter. Morgan. Some men die hard. Did Miss Ames reply? Felton. She answered that the order of dismissal was genuine and Williams left the office swearing vengeance upon everybody. Morgan. What did the men say? Felton. They tangoed all about the place for joy. Those fellows love him as I love cyanide and that isn't much. Morgan. He may thank his stars she did not make up her mind to prosecute him for his rascality. Where is he now? Felton. Sleeping off a jag in Kelly's saloon. He's been drunk ever since he was thrown out. By the way, here's a letter I found in his desk. (Takes letter from pocket and hands it to Morgan.) Williams overlooked it, but I can't just make it out. Morgan (takes letter, glances at it listlessly, then with a visible start, he glares at it). Strange! 80 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Felton (at C). That's what I said. Morgan {stupefied). My sister's handwriting! Felton {surprised) . Your sister! Morgan {feverishly removing letter from envelope). I know her handwriting as well as I do my own! I cannot be mistaken. {Reads.) "You have driven me to despair — my blood be on your head ! Martha." {Rises in excite- ment.) See! It is signed by Martha — my dead sister! My God ! What was he to her ? How did this letter come into his possession? Felton {aside). I guess I started something. Morgan {excitedly). Is it possible that Stark and Wil- liams are one and the same! {Looks at envelope.) It is addressed to No. 6,579, Sing Sing prison. {Takes memor- andum from pocket and compares it with letter.) It is the same! Stark — Stark! {To Felton.) Harry, can you find Williams and bring him here? Felton. I hate to be seen in the joints he frequents, but if you want him, I'll do my best to find him. Morgan. Thank you, Harry. And by the way, if you see Harrison, fetch him with you also. Felton. Sure, Mr. Morgan. {Goes to C. D., turns and looks at Morgan sympathetically — aside.) I'm afraid this business has gone to his head. {Exit CD.) Morgan {at C). At last I am on the trail of the man who killed my sister! God help him, if my suspicions are veri- fied! {ExitR.2E.) Enter Farrell, CD. Farrell {as he comes down C). He sidestepped me down at the door, but he can't be far away. I'm going to settle matters with Williams tonight, if I croak for it to- morrow. He done me dirt and he don't get away wid it, even if I have to give the whole snap away. Lucky nobody seen me come in here. What's that! Enter Morgan, R. 2 E. Morgan {shows surprise on seeing Farrell). What are you doing here, Farrell? THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 81 Farrell (coolly). Looking for a hand-me-down supper, boss. Morgan (.crossing to desk, R. C). Come, out with it! What is your business here ? Farrell (after a pause). I'm waiting for a party. Morgan. Waiting for whom? Farrell. Williams. Morgan. You know this man quite well, don't you, Farrell ? Farrell. I should say so. He was me pal once. Morgan. I thought so. I'm going to ask you a few ques- tions, Farrell. Will you answer me straight? Farrell. As long as my replies don't incriminate me, boss. Fire away. What do youse want to know ? Morgan. When did you first meet Williams? Farrell. About ten years ago. Morgan. Where? Farrell. In Sing Sing. Morgan (starts). He was a convict? Farrell. He wore stripes, if dat's what youse mean, boss. We wus pals together in the commissary department. Morgan. What was he doing time for ? Farrell. Pushin' de queer — counterfeiting. Morgan. And you? Farrell. I got five years for snatching a lady's purse. She squealed and I couldn't make my getaway. Morgan. What name did you know Williams by when you first met him in Sing Sing? Farrell (thoughtfully, at C). He had as many names as a loafer wolf has got fleas. Morgan. Think of one. Farrell. They called him Annanias, because he lied every chance he got. Morgan. Williams answers to that all right. Next? Farrell (meditatively). I ain't much good on remem- bering names, boss, 'cause if I had, I'd been a bank presi- dent instead of a con. Let me see — Jenks, Benton, Jones — I've got it! Morgan (eagerly). Yes, yes — his name! 82 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Farrell. ■ Stark ! Morgan (starts). Stark! This is providential indeed ! Farrell (surprised) . What's dat, boss? Morgan (recovering himself). Nothing, Farrell. Why are you searching for Williams? Farrell (savagely). 'Cause he done me a bad turn when I trusted him, and I wants to even up de score. Morgan. How did he treat you badly ? Farrell (going close to Morgan at R. C). See here, boss ! Are youse on de square wid a fellow wot is down and out? Morgan. I'm on the square with you, Farrell. Farrell. 'I don't know why I'm doing it, but I want advice. If I tell youse a secret that would put me away for ten years, would youse give me away? Morgan. Never ! Farrell.. Good! I know a square guy when I sees him, and I'll bet my reputation as a wise cove dat youse is on de square. But Williams or Stark — I don't care as how youse calls him — is a bum. Enter Felton, C. D. He stands at entrance and listens unobserved. Morgan (impatiently) . Tell me all you know about him. Farrell. Well, youse see, he got me to rob a sky pilot here six weeks ago — Morgan (interrupting). A sky pilot? Farrell. Sure, this preacher guy, Dr. Jordan. Morgan (surprised). Dr. Jordan! Farrell. Sure thing. Well, I climbs into a window one night, jimmies a desk and pinches a wallet stuffed wid yel- low backs — five t'ousand or so. Den I climbs out ag'in just as youse comes to de house and I makes my getaway slick and clean. Morgan (thoughtfully). I see it all now! You lost the money. Farrell (whistling softly in protest). I lose de wad? Say, what is youse giving me? (Laughingly.) I lose a i THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 83 bunch of yellow backs once I get 'em in me mitt! Not on yer tintype, I didn't ! Morgan (amazed). You didn't lose the money? What became of it? Farrell. I gives it to Williams, who, wid Hampton, was waiting for me down de street a little ways. Morgan (aside, as he crosses to R. 2 E. } in perplexity). Margaret said she found it! What is this mystery? (To Farrell.) Well, what happened next, Farrell? Farrell. I wanted Williams to give me my share at once, but he puts me off till de next day when he gives me a measly t'ree hundred. I puts de wad into me pocket, gets a train fur New York and de first place where I tries to change a twenty, they try to nab me 'cause de bill wus counterfeit. Morgan (laughingly). And they say there's honor among thieves ! Farrell (gloomily, at C). De next day a pal of mine, who is an expert on phony bills, tells me de whole pile which Williams gave me, was rank counterfeit. Morgan. He is a greater rascal than I deemed him to be. Farrell. Dat's right, boss. I guv de stuff to my pal to do de bunco stunt wid and den I made up my mind to get even wid Williams even if my weasle was slit in de operation. Felton (coming down C). I was unable to locate Wil- liams, Mr. Morgan. Morgan. He cannot have left town, Harry? Felton. I believe not. He was seen at Cassidy's saloon an hour ago, drunk as a lord. He dropped out of sight and hasn't been seen since. Farrell. I guess I've an idea where he is hanging out. I'll see. (Goes up C.) Morgan (to Farrell). Will you return soon, Farrell? Farrell (laughingly). Can't say, boss. I've got a job on me hands and don't know how soon I'll finish it. Felton (aside to Morgan). If he meets Williams, he's apt to murder him. 84 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Morgan. You may be right, Harry. (To Farrell.) No violence, Farrell. Remember, I must settle with him first. Farrell (significantly). Whatever I do, boss, I'll make it easier for youse. (Exit CD.) Morgan (to Felton). Go to the police station, Harry, and tell Harrison to arrest Williams on sight. I'll sign the warrant immediately. Felton. All right, Mr. Morgan. (Exit C D.) Morgan (crossing to R. 2 E.). Margaret told me she found that money! Where did she get it? Is this odious accusation against her true after all? I cannot believe it, yet the evidence against her is overwhelming! Facts point to her guilt, and yet, my heart refuses to accept what rea- son dictates! Love has blinded me to her faults, perhaps, but come what may, I love and have faith in her still! (Exit R. 2 E.) Enter Jordan and Mrs. Jones, C. D. They come down °C, Jordan going to desk, R. C, Mrs. Jones seating herself on sofa, L. C. Jordan. It is all very astonishing to be sure, Mrs. Jones. I cannot understand it. Mrs. Jones. Something must be done to discover the identity of this philanthropist who is doing so much for us here. Jordan. I cannot rest until this mysterious person has been found and suitably honored. (Tooting of automobile horn heard offstage R., then enter Lucy, C. D., running.) Lucy (excitedly). She's come, she's come! Jordan. Who's come, my child? Lucy. Miss Ames. Jordan. Why, to be sure ! I had quite forgotten for the moment that she was expected this evening. Mrs. Jones (rises and goes up C). Good gracious! Miss Ames coming and I looking like a dowdy! (Adjusts her dress and tucks in her hair.) Lucy (at C. D., looking off). There's Mr. Allen with a woman ! My ! How swell she is ! Mrs. Jones. What does she look like, Lucy? THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 85 Lucy. I can't just say, because she's veiled. You may see for yourself, for here she comes. Enter Allen and Margaret, C. D., Lucy turns L. as they go down C. slowly. Jordan stands R. C, while Mrs. Jones stands near sofa. Allen {to Mrs. Jones). Mrs. Jones, permit me to in- troduce you to Miss Ames. Mrs. Jones {bowing). I'm charmed to meet Miss Ames, of whom we have heard so much. Margaret. The pleasure is reciprocal, I assure you, Mrs. Jones. Allen {to Jordan). Dr. Jordan, Miss Ames. Jordan. In behalf of my fellow townsmen, I welcome you, Miss Ames. Enter Morgan, R. 2 E. He goes to desk, R. C. Allen {to Morgan). Mr. Morgan, Miss Ames. {To Margaret.) Miss Ames, Mr. Morgan. Morgan {coldly). I am delighted to meet Miss Ames, of whom I have heard so much. {Sits at desk and zvorks.) Margaret {aside, at C). How coM he is! {Removes veil then turns from one to the other.) Do you recognize me? All {in one voice, astonished) . Miss Holmes! Morgan {starts — aside). Margaret! Allen {laughingly) . Miss Holmes that was, Miss Ames that is. Morgan {aside). Miss Ames! Fool that I was! {Works.) Margaret. Have I your forgiveness for the harmless deception I have practiced upon you? Mrs. Jones. How romantic! Jordan. Wonderful ! A light breaks in on my soul ! Margaret. A light? Jordan. The mystery is explained, Mrs. Jones — our anonymous philanthropist is Miss Holmes that was, Miss Ames that is! Mrs. Jones. Unquestionably, Dr. Jordan. Jordan. In the name of charity, we dovoutly thank you 86 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. for your God-sent benefactions, Miss Ames. The city shall ring your praises and bestow upon you the myrtle wreath of undying fame when the truth is made known tomorrow. Margaret. I sincerely hope there will be no demonstra- tion, Dr. Jordan, for that would be distinctly distasteful to me. I have done little as yet for charity, but with your help I hope to do more in the future. Enter Hampton, C. D. He comes down C. slowly Jordan (piously). God will reward you, Miss Ames. Margaret. To have won your approval, Dr. Jordan, is the only reward I could ask for. Jordan. You have won it, dear lady. (To Mrs. Jones.) We must spread the glad tidings of joy, Mrs. Jones. Mrs. Jones. Oh, I'll spread it, never fear. Good night, Miss Ames. Margaret (watching Morgan). Good night, Mrs. Jones. (Exeunt Jordan and Mrs. Jones, CD.) Hampton (aside). What's the excitement? (Sees Mar- garet, starts in astonishment.) Hello! There's Miss Holmes fresh and smiling. (To Margaret.) How do, Miss Holmes? Margaret (coldly). Who is this person, Mr. Allen? Hampton. B-r-r-r! Chilly as a March fog. Allen (to Hampton). You're mistaken in the identity of this woman who is not Miss Holmes, but Miss Margaret Ames. Hampton (surprised). Miss Ames! Not the daughter of old Sam Ames, that rare old skinflint — Margaret (sternly). Sir! How dare you insult the memory of my father? Hampton. Beg pardon, Miss Ames. (He looks at her for an instant, then bursts out in gruff laughter.) Why, of course, it's Miss Ames. I knew you all the time-! Margaret (aside to Allen). Get this wretch out of my sight as speedily as possible. Get them all out, for I must speak to him (pointing to Morgan) alone. (Sees Lucy, L. C To Lucy.) I'm delighted to see you! (Shakes Lucy's hand.) THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 87 Lucy. You're awfully kind, Miss Holm — Ames. Margaret. Call me Margaret, please do, Lucy, for the sake of old times. Lucy. Margaret! If all rich women had your heart, there'd be less misery in this rotten old world! {They con- fer aside, L. C.) Enter Felton, C. D. He sees Lucy, then goes to her and starts visibly on seeing Margaret, who turns to him smilingly. Margaret (to Felton, extending her hand). Good evening, Harry. Felton (surprised). Miss Holmes! Welcome home. (Shakes her hand.) Lucy. This lady is Miss Ames, Harry. Felton (a mazed). Miss Ames! The age of miracles has not passed ! Margaret (laughingly). It is not as wonderful as you think. I came here as Miss Holmes to do a little experi- menting and the result has been so satisfactory that I re- solved to return in another capacity. Felton. You're doubly welcome, Miss Ames. Margaret (whispering). Leave me now, but return soon. I shall have something of interest to both of you to say when we meet again. Will you come? Felton. Certainly. Come along, Lucy. (Exeunt Felton and Lucy, CD.) Allen (to Hampton). I desire to discuss an important matter with you, Hampton. Let us adjourn to the bar. Hampton. My throat is covered with cobwebs, so I don't mind. (To Margaret.) I hear you need a new super- intendent, Miss Ames. Margaret. Are you open to engagements, Mr. Hampton ? Hampton (shyly). Try me. The political game ain't what it used to be since you and Morgan gave me that solar plexus blow. So if you could let bygones be bygones and give me a job — Margaret (coldly). I shall consider your application, sir. (Turns R.) 88 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Hampton (aside). Gee! but she's an ice wagon, all right. (To Allen.) I hope you won't kick a fellow when he's down and out, Allen. Allen. We'll talk it over outside. Hampton. What I want is a job, not wind jamming. Come, I must have a cocktail, or I'll explode! (Exeunt Hampton and Allen, CD.) Margaret (going to desk, R. C. — to Morgan). Arthur! Morgan (rising). Miss Holmes — pardon me, Miss Ames. Margaret (sadly). You used to call me Margaret in the old days. Have you forgotten them so soon ? Morgan. I knew you in those days as Margaret Holmes and now that you stand revealed to me as Miss Ames, a woman of millions, occupying a high social station to which I dare not aspire, I would not presume to remind you of the past, sweet as it is and ever will be, to me. Margaret. This is mere quibbling, Arthur. Confess it, you harbor ill-grounded resentment against me because of — because of — I must say it — my deception — Morgan (interrupting). No, not precisely that. Margaret. But you said to me one day when you related the story of your sister's wrongs, that you could not find it in your heart to forgive any woman who wilfully deceived you. Morgan (pleadingly). Miss Ames! Margaret. Do you say so still ? Morgan. You did not. deceive me alone, but all of us who, knowing you as Miss Holmes, admired and respected you. Margaret (bitterly). I thought at least that one of those you mention loved, as well as admired and respected me. Perhaps it was a pleasant dream. Morgan. Margaret — Miss Ames! Margaret. As I deceived you, so have you now unde- ceived me ! Is my deception a crime beyond pardon ? Morgan (passionately) . Every word you utter is as a dagger thrust to my heart! Believe me, you do me an in- justice. When I first met you, I believed you a poor girl, dependent upon her own resources for a livelihood, and as such you won my love. (Pauses.) THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 89 Margaret (coldly). And now that you have been un- deceived ? Morgan. To win the love of Miss Holmes, proud as I felt, is one thing, but to entertain the delusion that I shall be permitted to retain the affection of Miss Ames, the possessor of millions, would be an egregious folly of which I am uncapable ! Margaret (bitterly). Foolish man! You speak of folly and yet you cannot read a woman's heart ! Cannot you com- prehend the motive that prompted me to change my name and begin life anew in another environment, pure, honest and wholesome, as that in which I lived was false, weari- some and degrading? Morgan. Degrading! Margaret (at C). Sickened almost unto death by the vanities of those making up the society in which I was forced to move, pursued by self-serving men and women who sought favors which they demanded as a sacred right, selfish souls with scarcely a redeeming trait; annoyed by brainless men who sought my hand in marriage so that they might enjoy my wealth, I sought for the royal highway to happiness in vain until my lucky star brought me to this place ! Morgan (emotion). Margaret! Margaret. Then I met you — your struggles became mine ! I felt that I was about to accomplish real things in life and renewed hope, like new blood, coursed like rich wine through my soul ! I studied the needs of this little place so long neglected by my father who had amassed his riches here, and I did what I could to alleviate the sufferings of widows and orphans and by the aid of money, infuse new life into its decadent and expiring public institutions. Morgan (admiringly). Noble girl! Margaret (sadly). But all I have thus far done will have been wasted, if by playing a harmless role, I have sacrificed your respect — your love. Morgan (at C, taking her hands suddenly). You mean that you still love me, me, a poor lawyer — 90 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Margaret. How little you know of love! Cannot you see that I love the man who showed me the depths of his soul when I wore the mask? Can't you realize that when that man speaks of his love to Miss Holmes, she, in another station and under another name, longs again to hear those avowals ? Morgan (embracing her). You fascinate me still! I love you, Margaret! Margaret (nestling against him). Arthur! Enter Felton, C. D., running. On seeing Morgan and Margaret at C, he halts suddenly. Felton (aside). Guess this is no place for a preacher's son! (He coughs. Margaret and Morgan separate in con- fusion, Margaret going to sofa, L. C.) Morgan (indignantly to Felton). What are you doing here, rascal? Felton (aside to Morgan). I hated to butt in on your tete-a-tete, but — Williams is coming. Morgan (starts). I had almost forgotten him. Let him. come ! Margaret. What of Williams, Arthur? Morgan. It was he who under the name of Stark, became my sister's husband and drove her to suicide. Margaret (taking Morgan's arm). And if you meet him face to face — ? Morgan (calmly). I'll kill him! Margaret. You shall not meet him ! Let the law take its course — Morgan (interrupting). No, no! I were not a man, did I not strangle him like the cur he is ! Felton (at C. D., looking off). He's coming! Margaret (pleadingly) . You shall not meet that man! Think of me; what would become of me if harm should befall you ? Come ! (She draws him against his will to L. U.E.) Come! Morgan (resignedly). As you will, Margaret. I leave him to the justice of heaven! (Exeunt Morgan and Mar- garet, L. U. E.) THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 91 Enter Williams,, C. D. He is intoxicated and shows fear as he comes down C, Felton following him slozvly. Williams (looking about in fear — aside). I thought I saw Farrell following me, a gun in his hand ! Bah ! I'm dreaming! It couldn't have been he, and yet I could have sworn I saw his ugly face! (To Felton.) Keep your eye on that door, Felton, and let me know if you see Jimmy Farrel. Felton. I don't see him. Williams. Good! Felton. You've got 'em again, I see, Williams. Pretty soon you'll be seeing flocks of blue elephants with yellow tails, and monkeys dancing the tango around the chande- lier — Williams (interrupting angrily). Stop your nonsense! Felton (significantly). If I were you, Stark, I'd duck out of here as quickly as God would let me. Williams (frightened). Who told you my name was Stark? Felton. Jimmy Farrell. Williams (in fear). Farrell! Felton. He exposed every phase of your dirty history, how you drove Morgan's sister to suicide, and of your rec- ord as convict with him in Sing Sing. Williams. Did he tell Morgan? Felton. Morgan's got the goods on you all right, and if Farrell doesn't kill you, Morgan will. (Aside.) Gee! I love to rub it in ! Williams (staggers to R. U. E.). I must escape the net that is entrapping me, but how? With that bloodhound in pursuit, I am lost! I'll get to the street through this room and then I'm off for South America. (Exit R. U. E.) Felton (at R. U. E.). Gee! He'll break his neck if he jumps out of that window! (Calls off.) Goodby, Williams ! Enter Farrell, C. D. He looks about sharply as he comes down C.j one hand concealed in his coat pocket. 92 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. Felton (to Farrell). Hello, Jimmy! Looking for somebody ? Farrell. Where's Williams ? Felton. How should I know? Farrell (angrily). Don't talk foolish, kid! I saw him walk into the hotel as I came up the street. (Noise off stage as of glass breaking.) What's that noise? (Goes to R. U. E.) It's in here! (Looks off.) Somebody's on the fire escape! If it's Williams, we'll have it out like good cons, and may de best man win! (Draws a revolver and exits R< U. E.) Felton (runs to R. U. E.) The dog will murder him! (As he looks off.) He's climbing out of the window. Wil- liams may escape after all ! Enter Harrison, C. D. Harrison (to Felton, as he crosses to R. U. E.) Did you see Farrell just now, Harry. Felton (pointing to R. U. E.). Yes, he's got a gun and is after Williams. There'll be something doing for the Coroner in a minute if you don't get a move on. Harrison. I'll get them both this time. (Exit R. U. E.) Two revolver shots fired off stage R. Enter Morgan and Margaret, L. U. E. Margaret (to Felton). What has happened? Felton. I think Farrell has got Williams as he said he would. Margaret. This is frightful, Arthur! Morgan (crossing to R. U. E., and looking off. Mar- garet and Felton watch him as he returns to them at. C). Heaven has avenged me! Enter Harrison, holding Farrell by arm, R. U. E. He half drags Farrell to upstage, C. Shouting heard off stage, R. Harrison (as he handcuffs Farrell). I'm afraid this will mean the chair for you, Jimmy. Farrell (laughing hoarsely). I'm willing to stretch THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. 93 hemp for de satisfaction I got out of it when I pinked him in de shoulder blade just as he wus humping it up de street. Harrison. What did you do it for, Jimmy? Farrell. 'Cause he done me dirt. Let's get along, Har- rison. I got the blood of a pup and he won't bark no more! Harrison. I'm afraid you're right, Jimmy, but there's a penalty even for killing dogs in this country. Come along. {Exeunt Harrison and Farrell, CD.) Enter Lucy, C. D. Lucy (as she comes down C). There's an awful crowd in the street. Somebody's shot and killed Williams, they say. Margaret. Let us forget this tragedy, Lucy. I have something for you. Lucy (shyly). For me, Miss Ames? Margaret (giving her a document which she takes from her small handbag). Here is something for you and Harry. Lucy (opening document, with Felton peering at it over her shoulder). Why, it looks like a deed! Margaret. And so it is — a deed to the little cottage on the hill which you one day told me you would give your eye teeth to own for yourself and Harry. Lucy (shyly). Aren't you lovely, Miss Ames! Morgan (laughingly). You may ask that question of Lucy without fear of anyone butting in now, Harry. Felton. I don't have to now. Margaret. What is that? Felton. Because Lucy popped the question herself last night ! It's all fixed. Lucy (indigninantly) . Harry Felton! Margaret (to Felton). There's another thing, Harry. I am in need of a superintendent, and I appoint you to that post. Do you accept? Felton. I couldn't refuse it if I tried, Miss Ames. Margaret.. I shall be offended if you attempt it, Harry, I hope you both may be happy in the days to come. Felton (embracing Lucy). You're my mascot, Lucy. 94 THE ROYAL HIGHWAY. (To Margaret.) I'll report for duty tomorrow — (Pauses.) that is — after — after — Lucy. After what, Harry ? Felton (placing arm about Lucy). Our wedding. Good night! (Exeunt with Lucy, C. D., running.) Morgan (at C, with Margaret). You have brought happiness to many deserving souls. When shall you bestow upon me the supremest joy that can come to him who loves as I adore you ? Margaret. When you say the word, Arthur. Morgan. And are you content to make this place your home? Margaret. We will divide our time between this place and Washington, for you will be a Representative in Con- gress, you know. Morgan. Thanks to you, Margaret, I may. But will my success make you happy ? Margaret. I sought happiness and have found it in your love. With you by my side I never shall have reason to regret that we travel through life on the royal highway. (Morgan and Margaret stand C, in close embrace until — ) Curtain. The Old Oaken Bucket By MARY MONCURE PARKER. Price, 25 Cents Rural drama in 4 acts; 8 males, 6 females. Time. 2 hours. Scenes: 1 exterior, 1 interior. Characters: Reuben Hardacre, an honest old farmer. Tom, his son, a chip of the old block. Arthur Ames, true blue. Mark Hayward, a wolf in sheep's clothing. Jake, a rustic lover. Ezra Bobb, the postmaster. G. Whillikens, a neighbor. Rev. Mason, the peacemaker. Martha, Reuben's wife. Lizzie, the light of Uncle Reuben's eyes. Emily, the sunshine of the household. Sapphira, the village gossip. Mrs. G. Whillikens, proper, if not charitable. Miry, a country belle. SYNOPSIS. Act I. — "Reuben, you air so sot." "Jedge not." The village ^.ossip makes things lively. The young artist recognizes a villain and also makes a conquest at the old well. Mark's education and good looks captivate Lizzie. "Meet me at the old log cabin at midnight." "Oh, Uncle, forgive me." Act II. — The early risers. "You read the letter, Tom, I can't." Sapphira bobs in. "I shudder to think I might have been drawed away." Reuben has a word to say to Sapphira. "Ain't nobody goin' to say a word agin' me or mine without gettin' acquainted with the way to the front door." True hearts and gingham skirts. Tom goes to find Lizzie. "He'll answer fer it with his life." Act III. — Jake reads the village paper. "Gals is queer critters." The Artist's return. The picture, "The Old Oaken Bucket," that brought fame and money. A stormy night — and a knock at the door. "It's Lizzie." The wanderer's return. "You ain't been away from our hearts a minute." "God bless you for your sweet for- giveness." Act IV. — Ted's wedding day. A surprise party. Snow, sleigh- bells and merriment. The country dance. Lizzie's entrance — con- sternation. "How's Mr. Hayward?" The wrath of the sturdy old farmer. Rev. Mason intervenes. Tom asks Lizzie to be his wife. Sapphira wonders — "The idea of him takin' her when he could get me." The Rocky Ridge Vaudeville Show By WILLIS N. BUGBEE. Price, 25 Cents Novelty entertainment. Eight complete vaudeville acts. Char- acters optional, about 25 males, 8 females. Many of the parts may be doubled so that it can be easily produced with 20 adults and 3 children. Time, a full evening. The leading Citizen and corner grocery store wit of a small rural town visits a large city and at- tends a vaudeville show. He is enthusiastic over it and on his return, with local talent, puts on a similar performance at the town hall, which proves a stupendous success. T. S. DENISON & COMPANY, Publishers 154 W. Randolph Street, CHICAGO The Goodfellow By HARRY L. NEWTON. Price, 25 Cents Comedy-drama in 3 acts; 8 males, 4 females. Time, 2y 2 hours. Scenes: 2 interiors. Characters: John Dawson, a goodfellow. Stubbie, a young reporter. Old Man Hudson, a mysterious philan- thropist. Steve Bacon, a detective. Richard Meadows, a private banker. Woodstock, an attorney. Capt. Richards, of police head- quarters. Henry Madison, a shiftless husband. Jane, his daugh- ter. Mrs. Madison, her invalid mother. Dora Woodruff, young and impressible. Martha Peck, old and impregnable. Professional stage rights reserved and a royalty of five dollars required for amateur performance. A GREAT MORAL PLAY WITH A "PUNCH." The Police Third Degree Scene, a Striking Novelty for Amateurs. SYNOPSIS. Act I. — Introducing the shiftless father. "Only two knew the combination — and folks don't generally rob themselves." The mys- terious philanthropist arrives. The stroke of the eyebrow. "He's the kind of a man who would lean up against fresh paint, so's to get something for nothing." Arrival of the detective. Mr. Steb- bins, you're a great little liar." Act II. — "I'm going to smile and be brave too." "Fifteen thou- sand dollars! He gave that away and I can't afford to smoke good cigars." Stubbie remembers the time, the place and the man. The sound of the walking stick. Meadows proposes marriage to Jane and offers to save John from the prison. "Somebody is just going out." Here's your hat! What's your hurry!" Act III. — The hundred dollar bill. "Captain, your Third De- gree stuff works like magic. I'll sign a confession." Stubbie shows that "he knows what he knows." "I knew you were inno- cent, John." "I have had my lesson — I was a goodfellow." Sweet- hearts united. A disgusted detective. "Cap, I'm goin' out and find me a job drivin' a truck. If I find two jobs, I'll save you one." "Sometimes you can wink at the law and get away with it. Here's where I wink." A Burns Rebellion By EDITH F. A. U. PAINTON. Price, 25 Cents Humorous entertainment, introducing characters from Robert Burns; 8 males, 5 females. Time, about 1 hour. Scene: 1 simple interior. Characters: Tarn O'Shanter, Souter Johnny, The Old Cot- ter, Jenny's Lover, The Reverend Sage, The Deil, Rab the Ranter (Burns' familiar- name for himself), Duncan Gray, Jenny, High- land Mary, Bonnie Jean, Kate and Maggie. They have met to dis- cuss the manner in which Burns has presented them to the world. Tarn O'Shanter complains that he has acquired fame from bibulous indiscretions, rather than from other qualities. Burns arrives and has great difficulty in quelling the rebellion of his brain children. Quotations from the original poems form most of the dialogue. Designed for schools, colleges and Scottish societies. T. S. DENISON & COMPANY, Publishers 154 W. Randolph Street, CHICAGO DENISON'S ACTING PLAYS Price 15 Cents Each, Postpaid, Unless Different Price Is Given M. F. 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 Great Pumpkin Case, 30 min.. 12 Hans Von Smash, 30 min.... 4 3 Happy Pair, 25 min 1 1 I'm Not Mesilf at All, 25 min. 3 2 Initiating a Granger, 25 min.. 8 Irish Linen Peddler, 40 min... 3 3 Is the Editor In? 20 min... 4 2 Kansas Immigrants, 20 min... 5 1 Men Not Wanted, 30 min 8 Mike Donovan's Courtship, 15 m. 1 3 Mother Goose's Goslings, 30 m. 7 9 Mrs. Carver's Fancy Ball, 40 m. 4 3 Mrs. Stubbins' Book Agent, 30 min 3 2 My Lord in Livery, 1 hr.... 4 3 My Neighbor's Wife, 45 min.. 3 3 My Turn Next, 45 min 4 3 My Wife's Relations, 1 hr. ... 4 6 Not a Man in the House, 40 m. 5 Obstinate Family, 40 min 3 3 Only Cold Tea. 20 min 3 3 Outwitting the Colonel, 25 min. 3 2 Pair of Lunatics, 20 min 1 1 Patsy O'Wang, 35 min 4 3 Pat, the Apothecary, 35 min.. 6 2 Persecuted Dutchman, 30 min. 6 3 Regular Fix, 35 min 6 4 Rough Diamond, 40 min. 4 3 Second Childhood, 15 min.... 2 2 Smith, the Aviator, 40 min... 2 3 Taking Father's Place, 30 min. 5 3 Taming a Tiger, 30 min 3 That Rascal Pat, 30 min 3 2 Those Red Envelopes, 25 min. 4 4 Too Much of a Good Thing, 45 min 3 6 Treasure from Egypt, 45 min. 4 1 Turn Him Out, 35 min 3 2 Two Aunts and a Photo, 20 m. 4 Two Bonnycastles, 45 min.... 3 3 Two Gentlemen in a Fix, 15 m. 2 Two Ghosts in White, 20 min. . 8 Two of a Kind, 40 min 2 3 Uncle Dick's Mistake, 20 min.. 3 2 Wanted a Correspondent, 45 m. 4 4 Wanted a Hero, 20 min 1 1 Which Will He Marry? 20 min. 2 8 Who Is Who? 40 min . . 3 2 Wide Enough for Two, 45 min. 5 2 Wrong Babv. 25 min 8 Yankee Peddler, 1 hr. 7 3 VAUDEVILLE SKETCHES, MON- OLOGUES, ETHIOPIAN PLAYS. 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Ax'in' Her Father, 25 min 2 3 Booster Club of Blackville, 25 m.10 Breakfast Food for Two, 20 m. 1 1 Cold Finish, 15 min 2 1 Coon Creek Courtship, 15 min. 1 1 Coming Champion, 20 min.... 2 Coontown Thirteen Club, 25 m.14 Counterfeit Bills, 20 min 1 1 Doings of a Dude, 20 min 2 1 Dutch Cocktail, 20 min 2 Five Minutes from Yell Col- lege, 1 5 * min 2 For Reform, 20 min 4 Fresh Timothy Hay, 20 min.. 2 1 Glickman, the Glazier, 25 min. 1 1 Handy Andy (Negro), 12 min. 2 Her Hero, 20 min 1 1 Hey, Rube! 15 min 1 Home Run, 15 min 1 1 Hot Air, 25 min 2 1 Jumbo Jum, 30 min 4 3 Little Red School House, 20 m. 4 Love and Lather, '35 min 3 2 Marriage and After, 10 min.. 1 Mischievous Nigger, 25 min.. 4 2 Mistaken Miss, 20 min 1 1 Mr. and Mrs. Fido, 20 min 1 1 Mr. Badger's Uppers, 40 min. 4 2 One Sweetheart for Two, 20 m. 2 Oshkosh Next Week, 20 mui . . 4 Oyster Stew, 10 min 2 Pete Yansen's Gurl's Moder, 10 min 1 Pickles for Two, 15 min 2 Pooh Bah of Peacetown, 35 min. 2 2 Prof. Black's Funnygraph, 15 m. 6 Recruiting Office, 15 min 2 Sham Doctor, 10 min 4 2 Si and I, 15 min 1 Special Sale, 15 min 2 Stage Struck Darky, 10 min.. 2 1 Sunny Son of Italy, 15 min.. 1 Time Table, 20 min 1 1 Tramp and the Actress, 20 min. 1 1 Troubled by Ghosts, 10 min... 4 Troubles of Rozinski, 15 min.. 1 Two Jay Detectives, 15 min.. 3 Umbrella Mender„ 15 min 2 Uncle Bill at the Vaudeville, 15 min 1 Uncle Jeff, 25 min... 5 2 Who Gits de Reward? 30 min. 5 1 A great number of Standard and Amateur Plays not found here are listed in Denison's Catalogue T. S. DENISON & COMPANY, Publishers, 154 W. Randolph St. , Chicago POPULAR ENTERTAINMENT BOOKS Price, Illustrated Paper Covers, 25 cents each TN this Series are found books touching every feature in the enter- tainment field. Finely made, good paper, clear print and each book has an attrac t i v e individual cov- er design. DIALOGUES AJI Sorts of Dialogues. Selected, fine for older pupils. Catchy Comic Dialogues. Very celver; for young people. Children's Comic Dialogues. From six to eleven years of age. Dialogues for District Schools. For country schools. Dialogues from Dickens. Thirteen selections. The Friday Afternoon Dialogues. Over 50,000 copies sold. From Tots to Teens. Dialogues and recitations. Humorous Homespun Dialogues. For older ones. Little People's Plays. From 7 to 13 years of age. Lively Dialogues. For all ages; mostly humorous. Merry Little Dialogues. Thirty-eight original selections. When the Lessons are Over. Dialogues, drills, plays. Wide Awake Dialogues. 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All about the business. The New Jolly Jester. Funny stories, jokes, gags, Large Illustrated Catalogue Free T.S. DENISON & COMPANY, Publishers ,154 W. Randolph St., Chicago