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DESCRIPTIONS. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF ACT I. 
 
 Mrs. Lillabkidge in her parlor. 
 
 Mbs. LiiiLABKiDGE, when first seen, is dressed in the style of 1858. 
 Her dress is made of seal-brown material, the skirt being plain, but 
 full. The waist is also plain, having long flowing sleeves, trimmed 
 with black point lace. Her collar is trimmed with embroidery, the 
 front and back having deep points. Her hair is brought down over 
 her ears, then done up in a chignon in the back. Her appearance is 
 to be graceful. 
 
 LUCY'S DESCRIPTION. 
 
 Lucy's appearance is like a school girl aged 14 years, with her 
 books in her arm. 
 
 Her dress is made of Scotch plaid, the skirt being straight and 
 full. The trimming is three rows of ribbon-velvet of a contrasting 
 shade. The waist is plain, with large flowing sleeves. Her hat is a 
 flat leghorn shape, with long ties in the back. Her hair is in curls, 
 beginning at the forehead. Her appearance must be easy and grace- 
 ful. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF DR. PPEIFER. 
 
 Dr. Pfeifer is of medium height, having a large red face, and a 
 peaked nose. His eyes are blue and very large, having an uglj' ex- 
 pression. His hair is light, the back being cut straight across his 
 neck. His head is uncommon large; the top is entirely bald. He 
 wears a red mustache and a spear of chin-whiskers. His spectacles 
 are gold-banded. His hat is a large buckwheat slouch, and faded. 
 His boots are large and awkward, and his vest is made of light-green 
 velvet, wearing with it a long dress-coat of a darker shade, and nar- 
 row through the shoulders. The pants are striped, brown and black. 
 His left shoulder he carries higher than the right one, and his walk 
 is very quick, exhibiting his ill- temper. His gold-headed cane he 
 strikes down when talking with any one, so as to be understood. He 
 tries to be polite with all he says, but spoils it by acting awkward, 
 and misunderstanding each person. Whenever entering Mrs. Lilla- 
 bridge's parlor, or departing, he makes an awkward display with his 
 cane. Whenever passing before Mrs. Lillabridge or Lucy, without 
 excusing himself, he steps on their feet in an awkward manner. 
 
DESCBIPTIONS. 
 
 Description of Scene II., Act I. 
 
 Lucy in her bed-room. 
 
 Mks.*Lillabkidge and Lucy are dressed the same as in Scene I. 
 Desckiption of Scene III., Act I. 
 
 Mks. LiliiABKidge is again iinittiug in her parlor. 
 
 Her dress is made of changeable blue silk. The skirt is full, hav- 
 ing two rows of black lace around it. The waist is tight-fitting, and 
 is trimmed with one row of black lace extending over the shoulders. 
 The sash is made up of the same silk that the dress is, and trimmed 
 around the edges with black lace. In the back it is tied in a straight, 
 careless loop. Her sleeves are long and flowing, the edges being 
 trimmed with narrow lace. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF LUCY. 
 
 Lucy appears in a dove-coJored silk dress. The skirt is ruffled 
 from the bottom up to the waist. Her waist is made like an old-style 
 Quaker waist, having short sleeves with one ruffle on the bottom of 
 each. The neck is cut low. Under the dress-sleeves are worn em- 
 broidered musliti sleeves. The neck has muslin ruching set in very 
 deep. On her hair and bosom a white rose is worn. The slippers 
 match the dress. Over her lace mitts plain gold wristlets are worn. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF DB. PFEIFER. 
 
 The Doctor is dressed in a black suit— the coat being long and 
 too large through the shoulders. He carries the cane as before, and 
 acts awkward in his manner. He wears a turned-down collar and a 
 black neck-tie. On his head a plug hat is worn. 
 
 The colored servant girl is dressed in plair. black, wearing a 
 white apron. 
 
 DESCRIPTION or MR. LILLABRIDGE. 
 
 Mr. Lillabridge has a graceful appearance, and wears black 
 clothes. 
 
 THE MINISTER. 
 
 The Minister is dressed in black and wears a white nock-tie. 
 
 DESCEIPTION OF ACT II. 
 Mrs. Lucy' Pfeifer's kitchen is furnished with a cook-stove, 
 three wooden bottom chairs and one wooden rocking chair. The ta- 
 ble is arranged for tea, having a white linen spread, fine porcelain 
 ware, silver cake-baskets, napkin rings and all belonging to a set. 
 The cradle is near the table, with the little infant in it. The kitchen 
 is curtained off enough so as to see the bed-room. This all must 
 show the contrast between her own home and the one that the Doc- 
 tor provides her. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF LUCY. 
 
 Lucy's dress is made plain and of brown dotted calico. With this 
 is worn a long white apron and a pointed collar. 
 
DESCRIPTIONS. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF DR. PPEIFER. 
 
 Dr. Pfeifer looks the same as when he was married. He wears 
 the same black clothes and a hair watch-chain mounted with gold. 
 When sitting at the table he rests the cane on his knees. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF THE DUTCH BAKER. 
 
 The Dutch Baker is fleshy, wearing a stubby beard and side- 
 whiskers. On his head is worn a paper cap made of flour-sacking, 
 allowing some letters to be seen. His pants are linen, and his vest 
 and coat black woolen. His coat, vest and wooden-soled slippers are 
 sprinkled with flour. 
 
 THE baker's wife. 
 
 The Baker's Wipe is a fleshy and jolly-looking Dutch woman. Her 
 cheeks are full and rosy, and her hair is combed plain and done up in 
 Dutch braids. Her dress is made of dark brown, coarse goods; the 
 skirt? being very short, and the waist loose, without any sleeves, ex- 
 cept white ones, reaching nearly to the elbow. Around her neck is 
 worn a large white handkerchief, with the ends tucked under the belt 
 of her black apron. A cardinal silk handkerchief is folded and ex- 
 tended around her forehead, then tied at the back of her neck. On 
 her feet brogan shoes are worn. 
 
 DESCEIPTION OF ACT III. 
 
 The coal-pits may be arranged so that it is dim by having jack 
 lanterns hung on the branches of trees. The smoke must be boiling 
 from the vent-holes. The surroundings are snow-banks, rocks, and 
 drieid oak trees. On the snow dried leaves and coal are scattered in 
 every direction. 
 
 Jim must be busy with raking the coal together and singing Irish 
 ballads. 
 
 To imitate thunder the storm may be played on the piano— the 
 part only that sounds like thunder. The howling winds and the rust- 
 ling of leaves may be imitated by forcing air through cylinders. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF IRISH JIM. 
 
 Irish Jim has on a blue frock, brown overalls and a black cap, and 
 is busy working with his rake. When Mrs. Pfeifer enters, Jim must 
 peer between the banks as if to say, " Who is that?" 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF MRS. PFEIFER. 
 
 Mrs. Pfeifer has on the same dress that she wore when seen in 
 her kitchen. The infant is tied to her back with a shawl over it, and 
 Mrs. Pfeifer has one around herself. In her right hand she has her 
 Bible, and in the left an extra shawl. The bottom of her dress is wet, 
 as if she had been making her way through wet snow. 
 DESCEIPTION OF ACT IV. 
 
 The Doctor's office has in it a book-case, a writing-desk and a 
 luedicine-rack on which are small labeled bottles. The Doctor has 
 his spectacles on, and a brown suit of clothes with a white vest. The 
 word " profession" he uses with such an emphasis as if he thinks it 
 is edifying. 
 
DESCKIPTIONS. 
 
 PATIENTS. 
 
 FEiiix appears like a ruflBan, Mike like a chore-boy, and Ckaw- 
 FOED like a polished young man. The Peasant is very rough-look- 
 ing. The Man with the bandaged arm looks prim. 
 
 MRS. PFEIFER. 
 
 Mrs. Pfeifee, with her infant, enters the office looking the same 
 as she did when among the coal-pits. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF JIM. 
 
 Jim is dressed the same when he enters the office as he was when 
 tending the coal-pits. 
 
 DESCRIPTION OF ACT V. 
 
 The milliner shop is an anged with a show-case and a long table 
 with revolving-racks for the bonnets. 
 
 "When the girls enter they must busy themselves by trimming 
 hats. Mrs. Pfeifer must trim as if she is in a hurry when the Doc- 
 tor enters. 
 
 The shop-girls wear black dresses and white aprons. 
 
 Mrs. Pfeifer wears a heavy trimmed silk dress, with a gold 
 watch-chain and a set of high-priced jewelry. Her appearance must 
 be as if she possessed great business faculties. 
 
 For the infant a large wax doll may be had, with a bonnet on its 
 head, so that the difference could not easily be distinguished. 
 description of the doctor. 
 
 The Doctor, when entering the milliner shop, must be strutting, 
 with his cane under one arm and a cucumber in each hand. He is to 
 wear a plug hat, and a black coat and vest with light-checked pants 
 that are too large for him. His feet must be as awkward as before. 
 For the cucumbers wooden ones may be used. 
 auntie flagan. 
 
 Auntie Flagan is to wear a light-green dress, the skirt being 
 made too short, and the waist without a seam in the back and only 
 one dart on each side. Around her neck a yellow handkerchief is to 
 be worn, having the ends in front tucked under the belt of her straight 
 yellow apron. Her hair is done up in a hair net, and a narrow band 
 of light-green I'ibbon is tied at one side and foi-med in a loop. She is 
 to be broad-shouldered and very robust. 
 
 Description of Scene II., Act V. 
 
 The angels that Mrs. Pfiefer had seen when in her trance-like 
 dream were robe^d in white, and had glistening, outstretched wings 
 and golden hair. These could be attached to some stiff wire, and the 
 stage could be darkened so as to have the clouds represented like 
 real ones. The hawk and the dove may be stuffed and fixed in a way 
 that they would turn their heads. 
 
 This was a reality. The dove flew in one time when Mrs. Pfei- 
 fer was sick, and Axtntie Flagan, her nurse, was present. The 
 hawk was a pet of little Johnny Pfeifer's, and flew in the time when 
 the Doctor bled her arm, after frightening her so as to cause her 
 
fainting. These two occurrences should be joined together in one 
 scene, so as to beautify it. 
 
 ACT VI. 
 
 The dinner-table for New Year's day is to be arranged with silver 
 ware, having a turkey in the center, and some cream cake, made in 
 layers like jelly cake. 
 
 DB. PFEIFER. 
 
 Dr. Pfeifer is to be dressed very neat on New Year's day, wear- 
 ing his spectacles and letting his cane rest on his knees when sitting 
 at the table. 
 
 Miss Mamie is to wear a dinner dress and Fairy is to wear a blue 
 princess suit. 
 
 Mamie is a young lady, and Fairy is about nine or ten years of 
 age. Little Johnny must have light hair and in ringlets. He is to 
 wear a sailor suit. 
 
 Mrs. Pfeifer is to wear a dinner dress, and have her hair in 
 waves in the front and done up in a coil in the back. 
 
 DESCKIPTION OF ACT VII. 
 The bar-room is to be arranged in the German style, having the 
 beer-kegs and the wine-bottles show. 
 
 THE DUTCH BAR-KEEPER. 
 
 The bar-keeper is a large, fleshy man, wearing no coat, and his 
 shirt sleeves are rolled up. On his head is worn a red flannel cap, its 
 shape being similar to a dunce-cap, and on the end is a red tassel. On 
 his feet he wears wooden-soled slippers, having only a strip of leather 
 over the toes. 
 
 THE DOCTOR. 
 
 The Doctor is dressed in the bar-room scene in checked pants 
 and a long linen coat. He wears a plug hat and his spectacles. His 
 cane he carries under his arm. When first entering the bar-room he 
 has each of his children by the hand. 
 
 Fairy lingers by herself to read a book. 
 
 Johnny is to be dressed in a light suit, wearing with it a sailor 
 hat. 
 
 Fairy is to be dressed in a blue muslin dress, wearing with it a 
 light gray sack with side pockets. 
 
 ACT VIII.— DESCKIPTIONS. 
 
 THE PIC-NIC. 
 
 The trees are close together where there are no pic-nic tables. 
 Beyond the tables are lemonade and beer stands. 
 
 The Doctor and his children have one table. At the other table 
 young Dutch girls and young men are drinking and eating bolognas 
 and fried cakes. The Doctor and children are dressed the same as 
 they were in the bar-room before they started for the pic-nic. 
 
 Hans, the waiter, is to wear a long, white apron, and appear jolly. 
 ACT IX.— DESCKIPTIONS. 
 
 Mrs. Pfeifer is washing in her wash-room, having her infant in 
 one arm, and washing with one hand. Her di-ess looks shabby. 
 
Johnny and Faiky enter returning from the pic-nic, and the Doc- 
 tor's plug hat looks the same as it did when he left the pic-nic. 
 Desckiftion of Scene II. 
 
 Mes. Pfeifek, with her infant in her arm, is crossing a stream of 
 water. The planks are only ten or twelve inclies wide, and tip from 
 one side to the other when Mrs. Pfeifer is crossing, showing that 
 she is escaping danger. She suddenly peers between the distant 
 rocks, when almost on the other side, then she shouts in a frightened 
 tone, "Oh, children, come quick! before our pa comes after us!" 
 Then Johnny grasps his mother's hand, and Fairy grasps at her 
 mother's dress. When reaching the other side of the stream, their 
 clothes are to be dripping wet. 
 
 auntie flagan in act IX. 
 
 Auntie Fla«an's countenance is the same as when seen in the 
 milliner shop. Her dress this time is a dark brown calico, made like 
 a kitchen dress. Over this is worn a long yellow apron. Around her 
 neck is a white handkerchief tied loosely. On her head a light green 
 cloth scarf is worn. Her shoes are heavy brogans. 
 ACT X. 
 
 The Doctor is still lying on the kitchen floor, where he fell at 
 Mrs. Pfeifer's feet. His hat is on the floor and jammed. When 
 arousing from his drunken stupor, he is to act as if to say, " Where 
 am I?" 
 
 ACT XI. 
 
 Mrs. Ppiefeb with her two daughters in her parlor. The cush- 
 ioned furniture is covered with deep cardinal plush. 
 
 Miss Mamie, the young lady who is at the piano, is to be dressed 
 in a fashionable house dress, and Mrs. Pfeifer also. 
 
 Fairy is to be dressed in a pink princess dress, wearing with it a 
 pale blue sash. 
 
 Little Johnny, when entering the parlor, is to have his school- 
 books under his arm. He is to wear a sailor suit and hat. 
 
 Doctor Pfeifer is to wear his spectacles, a long gray duster 
 and a straw hat. His cane is to be carried in his hand during the 
 whole act. His boots are to be long and narrow. 
 
 Count Marteit is to have curly hair, and his clothes are to be 
 fashionable. 
 
 ACT XII.-SCENE 1. 
 
 Mrs. Pfeifer is to be resting on a couch, having her three child- 
 ren by her side. The children are to be dressed differently from what 
 they were when in the parlor. Mrs. Pfeifer is to wear a loose-fitting 
 house dress. '» 
 
 Lawyer Hogal is to have the appearance of a business man. 
 Scene II. 
 
 The lawyer's office is to be arranged so that people will know it is 
 his office. 
 
 Mrs. Pfeifer and daughters, when entering, are to be dressed in 
 street costumes. 
 
 The assistant lawyer is to appear, when entering with the papers, 
 as if he had been writing. 
 
LUCY, 
 
 THE SOLD ORPHAN 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 Characteks— 1. Mks. Lillabridge. 3. Dr. Pfeifer. 
 
 2. Miss Lttcy Rhodes. 4. Rev. Mr. BALii. 
 5. The Colored Servant Girl. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 Mrs. LiLLAHRiDGEis seen in a sitting-room near a tabic, knitting. 
 Enter Lucy. 
 
 Mrs. Lillahridge. [To Lucy.] Have you seen Dr. Pfeifer to- 
 day, Lucy? 
 
 Lucy. Oh! no. Auntie. Please do not talk to me about that hor- 
 rible man. [Sitting down.] He is such a rough, old and ugly look- 
 ing German, I can't bear to look at him. 
 
 Mrs. Lillabridge. Oh, hush! hush. Lucy! [Very calm.] You 
 do not know who you are referring to. I bog— you do not consider. 
 He is such a rich and learned physician; and then, you know, it is so 
 grand to marry into some rich foreign family, where you shall have 
 wealth, honor and station in life. And you— little blue-eyed darling— 
 with such a good and Christian spirit, will soon subdue all that seems 
 rough within that German's heart. 
 
 Lucy. [Out of patience.] Oh, dear Auntie! although I am gen- 
 tle, meek and loving, ai.d try to be a Christian, Christians you know, 
 Auntie, never could tame lions, and that man is truly a lion. 
 Dr. Pfeifer enters.' [Lucy acts frightened.] 
 
 Dr. P. Coot tay, latties; coot tay,latties. [Rubbing his hands.] 
 Vat iss der matter mit your toor pell? I shake avay, und shake avay, 
 und it makes notting for a noise Make dot somedings oud, I valks 
 ride in. I hafe pen looking after my profession. [Mrs. Lilabridge 
 
 arises very unconcerned. 
 
 Mrs. Lill. [To the Dr.] Certainly not, Doctor; walk in. [The 
 Doctor approaches Miss Lucy. Mrs. Lill. introduces Lucy.] 
 Dr. Pfeifer, my neice, Miss Lucy Rhodes. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 [Act 1. 
 
 Lucy. [Bowing.] How do you do, Dr. PfeiferV 
 
 Dr. [Looking at the Aunt.] Vat iss it? Vat, vat did you say 
 der name vass? 
 
 Aunt. Lucy Ehodes is the name. 
 
 The DocTOE. [To Lucy, veky pleased.] Oh, Lucy! Lucy, dot 
 pe a pooty name. Shust tinek vance off dot vash Lucy Pfeifer. 
 Vouldn't I feel so heppy? Hay! [The Aunt acts pleased. Lucy 
 
 tries to withdraw from the room. 
 
 Aunt. [Calling Lucy back.] Can't you stay and entertain Dr. 
 Pfeifer? 
 
 Lucy. [Coming back.] How can I entertain him? He can't even 
 speak the American language. 
 
 Aunt. Be still! Can't you show him your books and music? 
 
 Lucy. Certainly, Auntie, if it be your wish, I shall with pleasure. 
 [Lucy hurriedly shows Doctor books from the table, and sits down. 
 
 The Doctor. [Not looking at the books, keeps them in his 
 HANDS, merely SAYING:] Dose are pooty books. 
 
 [Lucy starts as if going to another room. 
 
 The Aunt. [To Lucy.] Be still! Can't you sit down, Lucy? The 
 Doctor will tell you all about Europe. 
 
 Lucy. [Angrily.] He can't. The old Dutchman don't talk so 
 that a living toul can understand what he is saying. 
 
 Aunt. [Very pleasing.] But, my own little dear, do as I bid 
 you. You shall be rewarded by getting that beautiful blue silk dress. 
 
 Lucy. Oh, please, my dear Aunt, do not talk about him to me. 
 He is so hideous. I don't care for silk dresses. I only wish to be 
 good. 
 
 Aunt. [To Lucy.] I am sure yoij would not be good if you dis- 
 obey your dead mama's desire to have you obey Auntie in all things. 
 
 Lucy. Oh, Auntie, did mama mean for uie to marry a man I dis- 
 like to please you? 
 
 Aunt. Oh, do be quiet. Be excused from my presence and go to 
 your room. 
 
 Lucy. [To the Doctor.] Excuse me, sir. [Departs. - 
 
 Aunt. [Calling Lucy.] Wait a moment. I wish to tell you I 
 shall talk with Dr. Pfeifer. [Indignantly.] I have business with 
 him, and no one else. He is to show me credentials proving to me his 
 immense wealth, which I do hope, in. all goodness, some day will be 
 yours, [Lucy acts startled] that you may scatter it broadcast over 
 the land, which seems to be your highest aim, to make others happy. 
 
 [The Doctor acts pleased. 
 
 Lucy. [Very emphatic] Indeed, I am sure I never can marry 
 that man— not even to please you. [The Aunt, with her hand over 
 Lucy's mouth, leads her from the room. The Doctor 
 acts frightened. 
 
 The Aunt returns. 
 
Doctor. Oh, Mattam Lillapritge! she vass siioh a pooty gurl, 
 leedle Lucy. [Rising.] She's got sooch pooty shkin and red cheeks, 
 shust like, you know, a leedle tolls. Tot pooty hair, mit sooch a 
 pooty leedle mout, shust like, you know, dose leedle puUfrocks vat 
 ^ing in der leedle bonds in dervinter dimes. fSoEROWFUx,.] Oh, my! 
 it often mate me tream tot I voult like shust like her a vife. 
 
 Aunt. [To Doctok.J Sit down, please. [The Doctor sits down 
 and drawing papers from his pocket, reads one of them silently. 
 
 Doctor. Oh, Mattam Liliapritge! Look here vonce, Mattam. 
 [Mrs. Lillabeidge looks over his shoulder at the papers.] 
 Look! See! [Opening the papers.] Here are dose papers dot make 
 me heir to [pause] two hundert und fifty tousanttollars shust[PAUSE] 
 vone week from to-day; no, yestertay. [Pause.] Yes, totisstertay. 
 [Pointing to the papers.] You see all dose pick plack und red zeals, 
 mit dose pick gounselmen's names shtant on tem dare? [Emphatic] 
 You see dot iss der vay ve to peeshniss in mine country, hay. You 
 see dot ish der vay der laws are. Und no humbug shtuff, like dose 
 tings fixed up here in America. Shust tinck vonce! Defranchising 
 efery poty vat hafe mit tem to do. It iss awful to tinck vat nations 
 der iss. It seems pooty mooch some dimes dot I ket crasy ven I reat 
 so much apout tem, mit der humbugs vat make notting oud. 
 
 Aunt. Verj' well, Doctor, you shall have the fair Lucy, if all this 
 be true. 
 
 Doctor. [Very excited.] TrueV True? Dot pesli shust so true 
 ash I shtant here mit dose papers, und mit my feet before your heat. 
 Dot pesh shust so true as der Gospel. 
 
 Aunt. Very well. Call to-morrow at four, and you shall know 
 your fate. 
 
 Doctor. Put off she vont marry me? 
 
 Aunt. Consent or not, she must obey me. 
 
 Doctor. [Angrily.] Vat? Vat you say? I don't got vone sent? 
 Ven you hafe seen all dose papers in mine hant. Und shust so coot 
 ash so mooch golt. Und for a man off my profession, hay? 
 
 Aunt. You did not understand me. I meant she must marry you. 
 
 Doctor. [Stammering.] Ox-coo-coose me. 
 
 Aunt. Certainly. 
 
 Doctor. [Putting on his hat.] Coot tay, Mattam Lillapritge. 
 I gall to-morrow, on der dime you setted me, at four. 
 
 [Doctor departs. The Aunt meditates. 
 
 Aunt. I wonder what Lucy can be doing I will steal in her 
 room and find out. [Slowly departing.] There is no knowing what 
 children may be doing when they are once crossed in love. [Depart. 
 
 SCENE II.— Lucy in a bed-room packing her ("lothes. 
 The Aunt enters. 
 Aunt. Oh, Lucy! what is this for, I pray? 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 [Act I. 
 
 Lucy. [Wiping the teaks ikom hee eyes.] Oh, Aunty! lam 
 going to see my poor grandma once more. 
 
 Aunt. Oh, no, [Dkawing a lettee feom hee pocket] darling! 
 Here is a letter from grandma stating you shall not come until after 
 she writes again to me. • 
 
 Lucy. No, indeed, grandma does not mean to, nor want me to 
 stay away. [Looking at the letter.] And besides, this is not 
 grandma's writing. 
 
 Aunt. Where do you think I would get the letter, if it's not from 
 grandma? 
 
 Lucy. I am sure I can't tell. I am positiA'e that that is not her 
 writing, and I am very much troubled. I cannot stop here. I don't 
 get any more letters from Deloss. I know something must be wrong. 
 He has always been a prompt correspondent until of late. Did you 
 not know that Deloss and I are to be married as soon as I am old 
 enough? 
 
 Aunt. [With a sneee.] Oh, law! He is safe off to the war, and 
 you will never hear or see him more. 
 
 Lucy. Gone to the war? [Sheinking back.] Oh, cruel Heaven! 
 
 [Lucy kneels as if in prayer. 
 
 Aunt. Oh! such a stupid child. You never seem to care for mon- 
 ey, nor for a man who has it. It is just like you. I am disgusted 
 with your girlish ideas. The Doctor does love you so much, too. 
 
 LxiCY. Oh! dear me. He is so repulsive and rough in his manner. 
 I am sure he can have no conception of a pure and elevating love. 
 
 Aunt. [Departing.] Tut, tut, child! Wait until to-morrow, 
 then you will perhaps see matters in a clearer light. 
 
 Lucy. [Peaying.] Oh, my Father in Heaven, if it be possible, 
 let this bitter cup pass from my lips. 'But not as my will, but as Thy 
 will in Heaven be done. [The Aunt departs. 
 
 SCENE III.— The Aunt is sewing in hee sitting eoom. 
 
 An invisible bell strikes four. Lucy enters. 
 LtTCY. Is it four o'clock yet. Auntie? 
 Aunt. Yes, the clock struck a moment ago. 
 
 Doctor enters, rubbing his hands. 
 Doctor. [Looking around.] Coot tay, latties. Pooty mooch 
 four o'clock yet, latties? 
 
 Aunt. How ^o you do. Doctor? I am very glad to see you. 
 Doctor. [To Lucy.] How to, Lucy? 
 Lucy. Good afternoon. Doctor. 
 
 Aunt. [To Doctor.] Have a chair, please. [The Doctor, with 
 
 excitement, places his hat in a chair and sits on it. 
 
 Lucy taking the hat places it on the table. 
 
 DocTOE. Oh! latties, I pesh so peesy all der tay, dot I know not 
 
 off I ket pooty much trew on time or not mit mine profession. You 
 
 know mine profession keeps me pooty peesy, hay? 
 
Act I.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 Aunt. [To Lucy.] You see, the Doctor has come to see you. 
 Oh, do answer whether you will be his lawful weeded wife or not. Of 
 course, you will say yes. No, you cannot s.ay, and you are to be obe- 
 dient to all of your friends. Please remember your dead mama's de- 
 stre. You are to obey those who have you in their care. 
 
 Lucy. [Tkembling.] I must answer. No. I never can say yes to 
 that man. I never can say yes. I don't like him. I have given my 
 heart to Deloss, and my word I can never take back, though I die in 
 the cause. [Aunt departs. Lucy sits down. 
 
 DOCTOB. [TKIES to put his ABM ABOUND LuCY'S NECK. LUCY 
 
 EESiSTS.] Oh, mine leedle Lucy. Shust dell. Dit your Aunt speak 
 sometings apout me of you? Of you vill pe mine fife? 
 
 Lucy. [In a stabtled tone.] No, I can never be a wife to you. 
 My heart and hand I have promised to another. 
 
 DocTOB. Coom, shust lofe me vone leedle bit. I lofe you. 
 
 Lucy. You? I do not love you, nor ever can. 
 
 DocTOB. [Motioning with his hands.] Vat lofe? Dot make 
 nodding oud. Dot ish pooty mooch der same. Dot make no tiffer- 
 ence. I lofe you. Y"ou lofe not me. I marry you. You marry me, 
 for I peesh rich, und it make no tifference. 
 
 Lucy. Oh, no! It would indeed be very wrong to say Hove you, 
 for you are so detestable. [Th(> Doctoe quickly sits beside a table. 
 
 DoCTOB. Tea table ish ready fen- me? Vot ish tot? Somedings 
 pootjM'ood to eat? All righd. Pring him on, for I vash so hungry 
 shust now dot I cood eat a raw toek. I hafe seen after mine profes- 
 sion. 
 
 Lucy. [Aside.] Tea table. What does he mean? [Departs. 
 
 Aunt meets Lucy at the door. 
 
 Aunt. What is the matter, Lucy? 
 
 Lucy. Oh, Auntie! just think. Dr. Pfeifer would like something 
 good to eat. I tell you, that man is insane. I told him he was detes- 
 table, when he asked for a tea table and something good to eat. 
 
 Aunt. It is a good thing he did not understand you. You know 
 it is the custom in Europe to serve callers with refreshments. Just 
 go back and entertain him while I order a lunch. After you are mar- 
 ried and have learned the language, how pleasant your life will be, to 
 be sure. 
 
 [Aunt departs. Lucy again seats herself to entertain the Doctor. 
 
 Lucy. Auntie will be here in a few minutes. 
 
 DocTOB. Dot's all ride. [Enter Aunt and sits near the Doc- 
 tor. A servant enters with some wine and cake.] Oh, mine 
 gracious! Yat, vine, too? [The Doctor taking a doughnut, ex- 
 amines it closely.— To the Aunt.] My gracious! Mattam Lilla- 
 pritge, [Showing her the doughnut.] vat you call dose leedle rount 
 dings, all burnt prown py der sun? Are dey dose preat fruits vat ve 
 reat apout, vat crow on drees? 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act I. 
 
 Aunt. Why, Doctor, they are doughnuts. 
 
 DocTOE. Vat? Chaw-nuts? Tey look coot. [Doctok, putting 
 
 THE DOUGHNUT IN HIS MOUTH, ENDEAVORS TO GEACK IT AS HE WOULD 
 
 A NUT. It flies OUT IN CEUMBs.] Vel, vcl! I nefer see such fine 
 chaw-nuts in mine life, in mine home. Dey crack ride avay so quick . 
 [Eating a piece of cake dips it into the wine; then, tuening his 
 
 HEAD, APPEAES EIDICULOUS AT EACH MOUTHFUL.— To LuCY. VEEY 
 
 SUDDENLY.] You pe mine fife to-tay, Lucy? 
 
 Lucy. No, never! I never could be your wife. 
 
 DocTOE. Vat? Y'ou not kife me vone kees? 
 
 Lucy. [With disgust.] No, I have none tor you. Doctor. Yet I 
 shall always do right, even if my Aunt compels me to marry you. 
 But from that unhappy day forward, the word love shall never pass 
 my lips. If it did it would be false. Y"ou can only have my hand. 
 
 DocTOE. [Nodding his head, acts pleased.] Vel, dot ish ride. 
 Ve viii now be coupled together by law somedimes. T hafe a ride 
 now to claim you ant your keeses. 
 
 Aunt. [To Lucy.] Now, give the Doctor your hand. 
 
 Lucy. [Giving the Doctor hee hand, speaks with indigna- 
 tion.] Am I a slave that I should be sold to the highest bidder, and 
 my happiness bartered away forever? ■ 
 
 Aunt. Why do you talk in that manner, when you are to have a 
 kind husband, and one who possesses the means to gratify every 
 desire of your heart? 
 
 Lucy. A husband? Indeed, I never shall have a husband until 
 Deloss returns from the war, and then I am to be married.- 
 
 Doctor. Vat? I'^ou not marry me, ven dot is vat I coom for? 
 
 Lucy. If I am to be your wife, it will never be with my consent. 
 
 Aunt. [Impeeatively.] Hush! X.ucy. I have engaged our min- 
 ister, and expect him here every moment. 
 
 Lucy. Indeed! Now I understand the purpose of all these prep- 
 arations, this evening. I am to be forced to wed this man at once. 
 
 Aunt. Now, don't be foolish, Lucy. You are to be married to a 
 wealthy gentleman, and that should give you joy. 
 
 Lucy. [Despaieingly.] Oh! Heavens! Is there no escape for 
 
 me? Must I now bid adieu to all my brigiit visions of happiness with 
 
 the only one I can ever love? Oh! misery! [Retreats in agitation. 
 
 • Aunt. [Going to a dooe.] Your uncle and the minister are here. 
 
 Enter Me. Lillabeidge with the Ministee. Lucy looks startled 
 
 when seeing the Ministee. The Ministee greets Miss Lucy 
 
 and Mrs. Lillabridge. 
 
 Minister. Am I too late? 
 
 Aunt. Just in time. [Mr. Lillabeidge sits down. Mrs. Lilla- 
 beidge introduces the Doctoe to the Ministee. 
 
 Lucy. It's a pity that I am no more allowed to answer for myself. 
 
 Ministee. [To Doctoe.] Do you take Miss Lucy to be your 
 wedded wife? 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act II. 
 
 Doctor. Yes, sir, und to-tay too. [All in one breath.] Mine 
 profession isli a Toctor. I koun keep her foorst rate, too, mit mine 
 profession. 
 
 ACT II. 
 
 Characters— 1. Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer. 3. The Dutch Baker. 
 
 2. Doctor Pfeifer. 4 The Dutch Baker's Wife. 
 
 SCENE I.— A SCENE IN a shabby Kitchen. 
 
 Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer is sitting at a table waiting for the Doctor's 
 appearance. 
 Lucy. I guess I'll call him. [Opening a Door.] Doctor, your 
 tea is ready. Come in. 
 
 Doctor enters, and places his hat in a chair. With a growl he seats 
 
 himself at the table, resting his cane on his knees. Lucy pours 
 
 him some tea. 
 
 Lucy. [Giving him the tea.] Our tea is excellent this evening. 
 
 Taste of it. [The Doctor, tasting of the tea, makes a disagreeable 
 
 noise, pressing his lips together. 
 Doctor. [Shaking his head with anger.] Dot you call tea? 
 Shlops I call dot, und nodding else. [Slams the cup down.] Vere 
 iss your rum in it? Oh! you fool you. Y'ou nefer put any rum in tot 
 tea. [Lucy acts frightened. 
 
 Lucy. [Very calm.] Why, Doctor, I never use such a thing. It 
 makes people drunk. It surely must be a mistake. You cannot 
 mean it. 
 
 Doctor. [Angrily.] You know nodding, j'oul You young 
 shnips! You fool! You dry to dell me soraetings? [Lucy Pfeifer, 
 with fright, moves back her chair. The Doctor, taking ud a 
 
 PIECE OF A BREAD, TURNS IT OVER, THEN LOOKS CLOSELY AT IT IN AN 
 
 ANGRY MANNER.— With A DEMONIACAL SNEER.] Vat? Pieat? Preat 
 you call tot? [Sqeezing it in the form of a ball, he shows it to 
 Lucy.] Dot shtuff you setted fore a shentlemans like me, und oft" 
 mine profession? In der restaurant vere I ate mine tinner yesterday, 
 I hat vat I call coot preat. It vas hart and paked so tot ven I ate it, 
 it sounded like cracking nuts. Und dis stick in mine troat ven I eat 
 him. Shame on yourself! [Throwing it at her.] I shlam it ride 
 trough your prains. Dot iss notting put raw toes. 
 
 Enter the Dutch Baker and Wife. 
 Lucy. [Wiping her eyes.] Come in. [Doctor runs up to them 
 
 quickly with a piece of bread. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 
 
 [Act II. 
 
 Doctor. [Showing it to the Bakek.] Shust look here. Being 
 you're der paker, I show you vat shtuff mine fife setted fore a shen- 
 tlemans like me and off mine profession, to eat. You know I pe so 
 peezy all tay mit mine profession, und ven I koom home she kifes me 
 such shtuff. [Pointing to Lucy.] Dot ting don'd know nodding. 
 [To the Bakee.] Did you efer see in our country such shtuff callt 
 preat? 
 
 Bakek. [Looking at it.] Dot iss fery fine preat. 
 
 The Bakek's Wife. Tot iss awful nice preat; so nice und raised 
 so light. Dot iss finer as my man ken pake. You know, Doctor, 
 fresh preat shtick himself so togetter ven she is varm. Yust set her 
 out. Let her cool off a leedle vile und you hafe fery fine preat. 
 
 [Lucy weeps. 
 
 Bakee. [Looking at Lucy, says to Doctoe.] You must not 
 pesh such a pat mans to tot young fife off yours. She get scart off 
 you. She tincks all Dutchmans like us pe pat mens. 
 
 Doctoe. I pesh a Sherman, not a Dutchman, sir. Und I pe Sher- 
 man py mine profession. 
 
 Bakee's Wife. [Stroking Lucys haie, says to Doctor.] See 
 your poor vife. She pesh so vite. Vere are dose ret cheeks gone V 
 [Shaking her head.] You not keep her long. She iss notting for 
 you pick rough Dutchmans. [Doctoe acts angey.— Pointing with 
 HEE FINGER.] You peesh Dutch, I peesh Dutch, und I ashame on you. 
 You dieat dot voman so. [To Lucy.— Doctoe still angey.] I tinck 
 its petter you go home und shtay mit your Aunt who put you here to 
 dot cross man. [With a weeping voice.] Oh, Godt! Dit you ask 
 me vat he got, I toll you pooty quick notting. He got not vone cent 
 off money. 
 
 Doctor. Who toll you? 
 
 Bakee's Wife. [Pointing to Doctor.] You see dot flue watch 
 chain, und dot fine shert, und dot plack coat, made fon dot flnesten 
 shtufT? Dot all pelongs to mine man. He married me in tem, und 
 now he marry you, Lucy, in tem. Efferj'^ pody knows he porrowed 
 tem from der paker. 
 
 Doctor. Who toll you dot? 
 
 Baker's Wife. Who tell me tot? I tinck I ought to know who 
 toll me tot. Vat I done know I'm sure you vont tell me. 
 
 The Baker. [Acting scared.] You moost not dell all you know. 
 Some dimes you "Set in droubles. Dot ish always der vay ven I toll 
 you somedings. You dell always pefore mine face or pehint mine 
 pack. [Harshly.] You pe shust like all der Americans vomans. 
 Dey always dell efery ting. 
 
 Baker's Wife. Yell, don't I dell der truth? Ho dit porrow tem 
 from you. 
 
 Doctor. You pig liars. Vat for you tell dot to a man for off 
 mine profession? 
 
Act II.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 
 
 Baker's Wife. Veil, kan't Doctors porrow shust as mooch as 
 oter mans? 
 
 Doctor. [Menacingly.] Shame on you! I help you. Coming 
 fore a man off mine— off mine profession, mit dot. [Leading them 
 TO the DOOR.l I help you to come in mine house again. It's petter 
 off you mine your peezness und I see to mine profession. I don't 
 need you to dell vat you know. [Puts them out and closes the door. 
 
 SCENE II.— Mrs. Pfeifer in a Private Koom with her Infant. 
 
 Mrs. Pfeifer. [Sings.] Oh! land of rest, for thee I sigh. 
 
 When will the moments come? 
 When shall I lay my armor by, 
 And dwell with thee at home? 
 Enter Baker's wife on tip-toe, with a bouquet of flowers. 
 
 Baker's Wife. [Whispers audibly.] Oh! mine graciss. Vere 
 iss der Toctor? Iss he mit himself zu house? 
 
 Lucy. No, come in. 
 
 Baker's Wife. Oh! mine Godt. It iss awful zu tink apoud. I 
 moost delis you dot ven der Toctor trowed mine man, der baker, oud 
 fore der door, und oud off der house. You know mine man, der ba- 
 ker, he made himself so seek vile der Toctor shpeaked so base or 
 mad off him, und now diss morning he lays in der bed, und I toughtl 
 vould run in trough der back door diss morning to dell you some- 
 dings apoud dat poor, proud Toctor Pfeifer, because he vears der 
 baker's clothes, mit pants, coats und vest, und shert, und hair vatch 
 chain, mit golt shpeckles to go I'ound tem. But now I must dell you 
 vat iss der matter iss mil mine man. You know I can't shplain Eng- 
 lish very coot, but I dell you ven he vas put out off der toor by der 
 Toctor, und I dell you it shtirred him all ofer up, und his gall proke, 
 und proke him all ofer, und his liver is pad. Oh! Godt, Mrs. Pfeifer, 
 I feel so mit you sorry; for shust tink vonce off your nice home vere 
 you lived und you left, und den you coom to shtay mit dot cross man. 
 
 Lucy. Oh, yes indeed, he is so cruel, and I try to please him, yet 
 he has only unkind words in store for me. Perhaps by kindness, 
 which I always show towards him, I may make him a better man. 
 At least, I pray that such may be the result. Oh, would you believe 
 it? he does not even love this little child. Just think; last night he 
 came home intoxicated, and ventured to strike this dear little dar- 
 ling, which is only three months old. 
 
 Baker's Wife. Oh, Godt! Und you don't dell me dot. He 
 shtrike dot little papy, und vat dit you do? 
 
 Lucy. Indeed, what could I do but walk with the sweet little pet 
 in my arms for the rest of the night, and ask my Heavenly Father to 
 forgive him and make him a better man? I do so much want him to 
 love this little child and act as a father should. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act II. 
 
 Bakek's \V. Oh, grashus, Mrs. Pfeifer, mine mans ain't ugly off 
 me, und off he vass, I shlamb der shticks off vood after him. I don'd 
 pray to Godt for him, but den I feel for you awful sorry, und ven I 
 knowed dot it maked der Toctor petter, I vould all der dime pray. 
 
 Lucy. Oh, dear woman. So much the more ought you to pray to 
 God, thanking Him for giving you such a friend and companion. 
 You don't know, or cannot comprehend, with what a rich gift you are 
 blessed. 
 
 Bakek's W. I forgot mineself. I moost dell you for vat for I 
 coom in shust now to shpeak mit you. I vants to dell you all apoud 
 dot vatch chain dot your man vears. Dot wery chain made off hair, 
 mit der golt shpeckles arrount it. I vants to dell you dot hair vas 
 vonce pelonging to der heat off mine man's motter vat iss deat. Vone 
 dime pefore she vent to go deat, you know, she took der shaire und 
 cut off her hair, und den she left her hair mit der hair-maker, und he 
 maked der chain, und dot vas shoost pefore mine man took der pick 
 shiff on der pick vater to coom off America. Dot you undershtand 
 she done shoost vile ven she vass lifing yet, und shoost a leedle bit; 
 und my, she cried mit her eyes vet, und told der baker you keep dot 
 alvays. [PiiEADiNGLY.] Oh, Lucy, Lucy! von't you please get dot 
 hair chain from der Toctor und gife it to me? 
 
 Lucy. I would gladly if I only could, but I dare not intercede for 
 you. I think, however, that if you talk kindly to him in German, 
 which he knows I can't understand, he will return the chain. 
 
 Bakek's W. [Tapping Lucy's shoulder, shows her the bou- 
 quet.] Now I vill sing und dance for you like der beople in Hanover 
 do dot iss near Holstein, ven dey go in der pick garten, und feel so 
 goot like I do now, shust ven I know dot I get mine hair chain back, 
 und you dells me sooch goot tings. [Sings.] 
 Ein tag da ging ich in der Garten Schon und sahe dieses Blumchen 
 
 weis; 
 Und ich fragte isr, ob sie liebte mich, und hats zu meinem Hertz 
 
 gezwungen. 
 Da ging ich zu dieses Feichlein hin, und sagte, ei wie Schon, 
 Und dan sie biegte ihre Kopf, und schaute in das Gras hinein. 
 Und als ich sahe Sie wahr ihm gefahr, da biegte ich ihre Kopf, 
 Und dan ich dachte, du bist so hibsch, und brach ab ihre Kopf. 
 Tri, rie, ra, Tri, rie, ra, 
 Du bist so schon. 
 Tri, rie, ra. Trie, rie, ra, rie. 
 
 Note —The song is to be sung in the air of the German waltz, 
 "Lauderbach," or in that of "Where, oh, where is my little dog gone?" 
 When singing, " tri, rie, ra," and waltzing the German, which should 
 be done in good chai'acter, she flies off one of her slippers across the 
 stage, then picks it up and waves it over her head, deftly taking off 
 the other one, and waltzing without the slippers in a lively mannei-. 
 
Act II.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 Dis iss der vay to pe heppy. Dance und sing like you see der Dutch 
 woman do like me. Urid ven dot pat Doctor off yours coom home, 
 take a shtool und knock him oud off der door und house, mit der 
 shtool over his head, und den he'll have reshpect for you. Dot iss 
 der vay ve Sharman voman make it. 
 
 Lucy. Oh, no. That would indeed be wrong. I never could lay 
 hands on him nor strike him with anything. 
 
 Bakek's W. Veil you see he shtiike you, und I pet ven he shtrike 
 you von dime you shoost shtrike him pack six dimes, und I pet he 
 not shtrike you any more so quick, und ven he shtrike you again und 
 iss so pad, you coom und shtay py me und der baker. Ve like you. 
 You pe so coot, und ve make it so coot py you. 
 Enter Dutch Baker. 
 Dutch Baker. Vife, vife. you gife me von terrible shcare. You 
 shtay from me so long avay. 
 
 Baker's W. I vent first in der garden. 
 Baker. You shtayed so long avay. 
 
 Baker's VV. I vass all right. I yoost danze und sing. I pe awful 
 happy. [Pityingly.] Oh, see poor Lucy. She feels so pad, und I 
 sing und dan zed for her. [Hurriedly.] Coom, now ve sing und 
 danze a Dutchlander valtzer, vat ve sing in Sharmany, apoud der 
 King, ven ve get free, und don'd vant any more King, but vant ein 
 Bresident, like ve got in America. 
 
 Baker. [Coughs.] I not can sing any. Mine liver iss so pad 
 since der Toctor put me oud off der house. [Coughs. 
 
 Baker's W. [Takes the baker by the hands.] It makes nod- 
 ding oud. I sing und you shust shtep mit me. 
 [Sings.] Boomps folidra, 
 
 Brauchen keine Konig mehr, 
 Boomps foil dra. 
 Boomps foil dra, 
 Brauchen keine Konig mehr, 
 
 Boomps foil dra. 
 In dieses Land, wier brauchen keine Konig mehr, 
 Boomps foil dra, etc. 
 [The air is waltz time. After concluding the song the baker's 
 wife looks out of the door saying, hurriedly: 
 
 When she sings the word " Blumchen," in the first verse, she bows to 
 Lucy and points out the white flower which she holds in the other 
 hand. When she sings the words, "Hertz gezwungen," she presses 
 the bouquet to her heart and pauses before reversing and singing the 
 second verse. When singing the second verse, the word " Feichlein" 
 refers to a violet in the bouquet, which she also points out to Lucy 
 with a bow, and then proceeds with dancing and singing. At the end 
 of the chorus she gives the bouquet to Lucy, which is graciously ac- 
 cepted. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 [Act II. 
 
 Der Toctor iss cooming zu home. I moost go to my house so dot he 
 not see me. Dot pad Toctor. [Departs. 
 
 Enter Doctor Pfeifer. 
 
 DocTOE, [To LucY.J Vat are you doing here mit der baker? 
 You young shnips! You make love to otter mens, undsing und dance 
 mit dem ven I'm not to home? 
 
 Lucy. [Sighs.] Oh, dear, what next? 
 
 Baker. [Excited.] Be not so mad, Toctor. I never danzed 
 vonce in all mine life. Ven I vas living I never danzed mit your vife. 
 You tink sooch a vooman as she danze, ven she coon dell all apoud 
 Heaven und der angels? Look at her. You tink she look like danz- 
 ing? 
 
 Doctor. [To Lucy.] Didn't I hear you shtep, und don'd you 
 dare to tell me no? 
 
 Lucy. Oh, no. Doctor, you are wrong. It was the baker and his 
 wife that you heard dancing. I aspire to something different. I have 
 done nothing wrong or out of place. Have I not often told you that 
 people who are not true to themselves are never true to others? And 
 those who ai-e untrue to themselves are surely never true to their 
 God. 
 
 Doctor. Vat? Vat you say? You say und toll me again dot I 
 vear anoter man's clothes? 
 
 Lucy. You don't understand me. 
 
 Doctor. Shtop your noise! I show you pooty quick off I under- 
 shtant you or not, und don'd you dare to shpeak to me anoter vord 
 until I dell you to. 
 
 Lucy. I am always trying to do right, yet never please. Oh! I 
 am indeed a wronged orphan. 
 
 Doctor. [To Baker.] Didn't I toll you dot diijie ven I putted 
 you und your vife oud off der door dot you should shtay dare, out- 
 side off der doox", und never coomt in mine house vonce more? 
 
 Baker. Yes, you toll me dot, but I tought I come vonce more, 
 und ask you like a man to gife me up my deat motter's hair mit in der 
 watch chain. Coat, pants und otter tings you pe velcome to, und I 
 shpeck nodding more off dot. Now give me up dot deat motter's off 
 mine hair chain. 
 
 Doctor. [Takes off the chain and throws it at the baker.] 
 Shtep mit yourself out der toor, und I pe a man vat coom fon Hano- 
 ver, vere I learned to be a Toctor, und you not insult after diss tay a 
 man like me in mine profession any more. 
 
 Baker. [Going to the door with the chain.] Oh, Lucy, I 
 moost shoost say vone vord before I leave, und dot iss, der Toctor 
 hat in Sharmany a girl one, two, three, four years, und den you see 
 he did not show his big humbug papers off his to her, mit dose big 
 gounselmans' names on dem, und der big zeals fon wax mit red und 
 black colors. Done you know, dey all know him over dare? I dells 
 you somedimes vat dose bapers are. Dose pe bapers vat he shtole 
 
Act III.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 21 
 
 from hiss uncle. Hiss uncle iss a bick officer, unci vears dose bick 
 tings on his shoulders. Hiss uncle pe py der Kin^ an officer in Shar- 
 many. He shtole dem from his uncle Heinrich, und den coom ofE 
 America, und made you und your aunt pelieve dot dey pe so coot as 
 so much golt. Good for notting dey pe. Humbug shtuff dey pe in 
 America. 
 
 DocTOK. [Striking the fijOor with his cane.] You good for 
 notting, you coom in mine house und shpeak love to mine vife. 
 
 Baker. Good py, Lucy! I dell you more somedimes. 
 
 Lucy. Never mind; I know it all. [The baker departs. 
 
 Doctor. Vill you co oud to der coal pits und tend to dem, or I kill 
 you. Und vill you rake up der leaves und coal. You lazy ting you. You 
 ken too dot. Off you don'd hafe dot tone py der dime I kets home I 
 kill you. You undershtand dot? Und you pring in der vood for der 
 stofes, und dervater. Dot iss your blase. You tinck a man off mine 
 profession does such vork? Your der voman, und it's your blase. I 
 don'd vant to soil mine hants for a man off mine profession. You 
 shnuffer you! Shtanding rount here, shnuffing unt crying all tay. 
 
 Lucy. [Weeping.] Oh, Doctoi", please do not feel so hard to- 
 wards me. Please remember, I am only a young girl, and unused to 
 labor. Do not be angry, please. I shall do all that I can. I'll go to 
 the coal pits. 
 
 Doctor. Shut your mout! Co to dot Irish Jim, our hired man. 
 He dells you pooty quick vat to do, und ven your work iss tone I talk 
 please mit you den. Hoory up pefore der storm commences. 
 
 [Doctor and Lucy depart. 
 
 ACT in. 
 
 SCENE I.— Among the Coal Pits. 
 
 Characters— 1. Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer 2. Irish Jim. 
 and Infant. 
 Enter Irish Jim— rakes coal. Enter Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer with her 
 infant on her back and a Bible in her hand. Jim stops rak- 
 ing. The winds howl. 
 Mrs. Pfeifer. Please tell me what to do. Doctor Pfeifer sent 
 me to ask you about tending these coal pits. 
 
 Jim. Oh! En yer dear crathur. En vhat are yer afther doin' in 
 this ere place?. [The winds howl.J En in this fearful storm thet's 
 raging? [Looking at her dress.] With yer clothes froze clear 
 above yer knees, sure? En faith, an' ye will die with that ere young 
 un on yer back. [Lucy weeps.]' Yez will nivir git back to yer house 
 agin alive. [Jim leaning on the rake meditates.] En it's you 
 thet's sick en will be froze ter death here. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act III. 
 
 [The thunder rolls and the winds rage. Jim pulls down his 
 ear-laps. Lucy spreads out a shawl on the snow- 
 bank and sits down. 
 
 Lucy. I would gladly die were it only possible. Life is only a 
 burden to me. 
 
 Jim. En did the Docthor sind yez down here, thinkin' thet yer 
 could do the haulin' uv this ere black coal with thet ere child upon 
 yer back, wich is only three months old, .iist? [Storm continues.] 
 Do yez know yer ought ter be in bid, and not here in sich a storm? 
 
 Lucy. Oh! Jim, I can't help it! I am only a sold orphan. My 
 earthly happiness was sacrificed by my unnatural aunt, and now all 
 that remains for me to do is to bear my burden of wrong with Chris- 
 tian resignation. [Opens HER Bible.] Do you ever read the Bible? 
 You believe there is a Christ who sees all we do, both the good and 
 the evil, do you not? I know this Bible is my only guide through life. 
 
 Jim. [Nodding his head.] En faith, an' I belieA'e it all. I ken 
 not read the Bible meself, but I believe it all. I niver heard any uv 
 the likes uv it though, but then I believe it onyhow. 
 
 Lucy. Well, Jim, I shall read a few verses, and then go to work. 
 [She reads from Matt, ii., 28, 29. 
 
 Jim. Amen! 
 
 Lucy. You see, Jim, where it is written, " Come unto me, all that 
 labor and are heavy laden, and I will give thee rest," it means if we 
 believe in Him and are troubled, and we go to Him in prayer. He will 
 comfort us and give us rest. 
 
 Jim. [Claps his hands and drops the rake.] Ah, ah! En faith, 
 me dear lady, en its rest thet I've bin afther this long time. En if I'll 
 git it jist for the askin' uv it, you bet, en I'll be afther askin' Him. 
 En it's the divil the bit uv coals thet I'll be rakin' any moi'e. Ah! en 
 I'll be askin' Him right away. 
 
 Lucy. Why, Jim, you did not understand me. That isn't the 
 way. If you worked no more, what would you have to eat? 
 
 Jim. Ha, ha! I don't want anVthing to ate, it's rest thet I'm af- 
 ther. [Taking Lucy by the arm.] En, me dear crathur, arise from 
 yer sittin'. May the Lard kape yez from harrum an' protect ye. En 
 may yer life be as aisy as it has bin hard before. En the Lard be me 
 jedge, ye shall not.work a minnit here to-day. It's very tadjeus, an' 
 I ken not do very much meself, but by workin' the half uv an hour I 
 kin do more thexi a weak woman in the half uv a day. [Leading her 
 BY the arm.] Come on, an' I'll be afther seein' yer safe to yer home. 
 En then, afther seein' yer safe to yer home, I'll be afther askin' Jaisus 
 to be givin' yer a rest an' meself too. Opon me word, ye shall not 
 work to-day. [Both depart. 
 
AOT IV.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 ACT IV. 
 
 Chakactebs.— 1 Dr. Pfeifer. 3. Irish Jim. 
 
 2. Five Patients. 4. Lucy and Infant. 
 
 SCENE I.— The Doctor in His Office Beading. 
 
 Enter Felix, with a handkerchief around his face; Mike, with a 
 disabled foot, (appears ridiculous;) Crawford, with a sore 
 throat; A Peasant, holding his side and coughing; A gen- 
 teel looking gentleman, with a bandaged arm. 
 
 [The Doctor, seeing his patients all enter at once, looks bewil- 
 dered. After talking in a low tone with each one, he gives 
 him a chair, and then begins to take the bandage off the pa- 
 tient's arm. A cry is heard from each patient, " 'Tend to me 
 first." "Doctor, I can't wait." "Mine hurts the most." 
 "Pull my tooth." The Doctor puts some medicine in the 
 tooth. " Have you time to give me medicine?" is heard from 
 the man who coughs. 
 
 Doctor. Now, shentlemens, as you all coomt in mine office on 
 der same time, I can't vait on you all. Dis iss mine profession, und I 
 see to you ven I get rount to you. [Taking the bandage off.J 
 Dis man has to open his store und see to his profession, so I 'tend to 
 him first. 
 
 Mike. [Shouts.] Oh! I wish e'd eh got on me collar end Sunday 
 clothes, then maybe ye'd a seen to me first. 
 
 Felix. [Has the toothache.] Doctor, I consider I'm yust as 
 coot und know yust as mooch as dot man mit der vine clothes. 
 
 Doctor. You're mistaken. I don't tink nodding off dot kint. 
 It is his profession. Und he vants to see to his profession, und in 
 yours you don't be in such a hoory. 
 
 Enter Lucy with her infant on her back, and wet clothes, return- 
 ing from the coal pits. Doctor acts frightened, and pre- 
 tends that she is a beggar woman. 
 
 Doctor, Shame on you! You olt becker, mit your young vone 
 on your pack. Vat you mean— coming in a Doctor's office, mit your 
 clothes all frose ice und vet, und fore a shentleman off mine profes- 
 sion? Go from mine office! Be off mit you. [Pushing her out of 
 THE DOOR.] Shtay dare and ket dry. [To patients.] Der darnet 
 beckers always podder mine office so. [Doctor resumes dressing 
 
 the arm. 
 A Patient. Doctor, where is your young wife? 
 
 Doctor. She iss kone to fisit some frients. 
 Enter Irish Jim. 
 
 Doctor. [Frightened,] Vat you vant? I tought you vas mit 
 mine vife tenting der coal pits. Mine your peesness. Co cud. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 Jim. In Hivin's name! You're the Doctor. It is I thet brought 
 yer wife end child through the starm. I nivir will ask yez a cint for 
 doin' the rakin' uv thet air coal an' leaves. An' don't yer iver send 
 yer wife an' child out there agin . 
 
 DocTOK. [Intekkupting.] It vas a becker. Shut up! She ain't 
 mine vife. You tinck a man in mine profession like me sent minevife 
 in der coal pits? 
 
 Jim. En didn't I hear yer tell when I woos by the door listenin' 
 thet she'd gone to see her friends? 
 
 Doctor. [With Guilt.] Shut up. Moost you dell all you know 
 pefore volks? 
 
 Jim. For all yez the Docthor. I'll tell yez agin, that poor crathur 
 kin nivir shtand the slave wark thet yer a giviu' her to do. 
 
 [The Doctor flings a bottle at Jim. 
 
 Doctor. Vat you mean? Don'd you know netting? Comin' on 
 
 pefore mine batients und insulting mine profession. Comin' mit 
 
 such shtuff, und delling pefore mine patients. Co to der hot blace, 
 
 you Irishman you! You fool mit such talk. Co in der hot blace! 
 
 Jim. En, Doctor, en whet are yer mad for? 
 
 Doctor. [Shaking his fist.] I show you pooty quick vat for. 
 You insult me und mine profession? I- dell you git oud off mine of- 
 fice! "[Jim leaving, looks back at every step. The Doctor with a 
 trembling hand pours something from a bottle on the broken 
 arm. With his greatest efforts he tries to not pour it on the 
 floor, but all in vain; his hands are both too unsteady. 
 A Patient. Doctor, sit down; then your arm won't ti-emble. 
 Doctor. Oh, dot darned old becker voman, mit dot young vone 
 on her pack, upsetted me completely. I can't do nodding any more. 
 Dey alvays drouble mine office so.' Der eferlasting beckers. You 
 vait once. I see Lucy Pfeifer to-niglit. 
 
 [The Doctor trying to sit on a chair, sits with excitement on the 
 floor. Upon rising to pour medicine on the arm he drops the 
 bottle. 
 
 SCENE II.— Doctor Pfeifer's Office. 
 
 Characters— 1. Dr. Pfeifer. 2. Charles Eowell. 
 
 ,-» 3. Lucy Pfeifer. 
 
 The Doctor is discovered compounding medicine. Enter 
 Charles Rowell. 
 
 Doctor. [Rising quickly.] Vatyouvant? Vat can I do for you 
 to-tay? 
 
 Charles. Are you Doctor Pfeifer? 
 
 Doctor. [Rubbing his hands.] Yes, I'm Doctor Pfeifer. Who 
 dit you shpose I vas? Vat coon I do for you? Vatyouvant? 
 
Act IV.] LUCY, THE SOLD OUPHAN. 
 
 Charles. I am Charles Rowell. Your wife and my mother are 
 old friends. 
 
 Doctor. Vat? Your f otter iss an old frient off mine vife? 
 
 Charles. Oh, no. My father died long years ago. It is my 
 mother who is well acquainted with your wife. 
 
 Doctor. Vat dit your raotter vant off mine vife? 
 
 Charles. Nothing, only my mother would like to renew her ac- 
 quaintance. 
 
 Doctor. No, sir. My vife iss peesy. You can't see mine vife. 
 She hass got a blenty off otter peezness mittout talking mit strang- 
 ers. 
 
 Charles. Beg pardon. Doctor. You misunderstand me. 
 
 Doctor. Vat? Vat for you vant a partner? You vant tu go in 
 partnership mit mine vife? 
 
 Charles. You don't understand me yet. I have called to see if 
 you wish to have a student to study medicine with you. I would like 
 to be a doctor some day. 
 
 Doctor. Oh! it's mine profession dot you vant to learn. Now I 
 undershtand you. You knows somedings apoud medicine? 
 
 Charles. Yes, sir. I have been six months steady in a drug 
 store. I thought I could learn from you when I heard that you had 
 studied in the old country, and that you are a master of the German 
 language. 
 
 Doctor. Mashter off mine profession? Youshoostbet. Imash- 
 ter him every time, und I don't vant anypody to do it for me eeter. 
 
 Charles. Yes, I understand you are kept very busy. 
 
 Doctor. Yes, sir. If you vas here in mine office yesterday, und 
 you hat seen all mine patients vas here, you vouldn'tvonder. I knew 
 not vich von to look to last otter first. 
 
 Charles. Do you think you would like to have any one assist 
 you in your office, and read with you? 
 
 Doctor. Reat mit me? Done you tink I coon reat mine books 
 alone mittout your help? I tinks you done know pooty mooch apoud 
 der Sharmans. 
 
 Charles. I presume I don't. This is my first experience with a 
 German. My mother is an American. 
 
 Doctor. Vat? Iss your motteran Afrairican voman? [Laughs.] 
 Veil, veil, I done vonder any dot you haf e to look to der Sharmans for 
 to get 'sperience. Yoost vait vonce. I hafe got an Afrairican vife, 
 und eferv time dot I got anyting mit her to say she completely upset- 
 ted me. Der Afrairicans nefer undershtand tings right, und dey nefer 
 dell tings as dey ought to be tole. Done you tink dot der Afrair- 
 ican vomans are funny? Dare iss mine vife, she tole me von tay dot 
 a man shoot a bear, und der next day she tole me dot der man kilt der 
 bear. Dey nefer tole tings as dey ought to be tole, so dat you under- 
 shtand dem right avay quick. Anoter dime, take it for instance ven 
 you read der newspaper in America, dey hafe it von tay dat Mishter 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act IV. 
 
 So-und-so iss tead, und der next tay, ven you look on der newspaper, 
 day say he iss a nice man. So, vat you shall tink? 
 
 Charles. In that case I don't know. 
 
 DocTOB. I tink it iss a first class hoombug. I tink it's better dey 
 should not be toleing vat dey done know. 
 
 Charles. I think so myself, but what is your decision? Do you 
 want me to be your student? 
 
 Doctor. [Giving him a chair.] Sit down on der chair und I 
 shpeak mit you after a vile. [Departs to get cigars— returns and 
 PROFFERS them.] Hafe a shmoke mit me. Dose be fine Havaners. 
 
 Charles. Thank you, Doctor, I never indulge. 
 
 Doctor. Oh, yes, sir, yes. Shmoking iss allowed in mine office. 
 You may pe intulged. You see I shtick some fire on mine, und you 
 see I shmoke right avay. 
 
 Charles. You misunderstand me. I never smoke or use tobac- 
 co in any form. 
 
 Doctor. Vat? You say dose cigars be der common forms? I 
 gife you to undershtand dose are der pest Havaners cigars, und efery 
 von costed me ten cents, und done you know dose are not de com- 
 mon forms, und efery cigar grows alike. 
 
 Charles. Thank you. I don't use tobacco in any foi-m. 
 
 Doctor. Take von, I tole you. Dey done grow on mine farm. 
 Dey grow down in Havaner, shoost like you see dem, und efery von 
 costed me five cents on a hundert to get dem up here. Dey grow in 
 Havaner, und dot's vere dey deprived deir name. Der transmittance 
 costed me five cents on der hundert. 
 
 Charles. Excuse me. It makes me sick to ^moke. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, veil. Y'^ou done shmoke, und den you Tant to learn 
 mine profession? How you tink you efer learn to pe a Toctor py 
 profession ven you done nefer learn to shmoke? Dot iss der vay to 
 learn to pe a shentleman. Take your cigar und chewing tobacco, und 
 leaf der Americans' temperance alone, und go oud among shentle- 
 men. 
 
 Charles. I never care to be one. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, coom ofer der shtreet, und ve go to see Mishter 
 Moshneritz' saloon, und off you done shmoke, und vant to shtop mit 
 me, coom hafe a glass beer. 
 
 Charles. Oh, no. Oh, no, indeed. I never drink beer or any 
 other spirits. 
 
 Doctor. Vat? You done vant to take a glass beer, und den vant 
 to shtop mit me und mine office? 
 
 Charles. You will have to excuse me from such things. It 
 would grieve my mother too much. I think I am capable of learning 
 all that your books in the library contain without drinking or smok- 
 ing. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, veil. You sit still dare until I coom pack. I feel 
 
Act IV.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 so pad in mine heat, so dot I feel shoost like I could drink a glass 
 
 beer. [Departs. 
 
 Enter Lucy. 
 
 Lucy. Oh! Charlie Rowell, how do you do? How is your moth- 
 er? AVheu I was in the library, a tew moments ago, I thought I recog- 
 nized your voice, but was not certain. 
 
 Charles. . My mother is very well, and sends you her love. I 
 called to see your husband about studying medicine with him. 
 
 Lucy. Indeed. Did you make an engagement with the Doctor? 
 
 Charles. No, not yet. He doesn't seem to understand English 
 very well, and is quite excitable. He has just gone out to get a glass 
 of beer. 
 
 Lucy. Well, Charlie, I am very to sorry to say it, but I think you 
 and Doctor Pfeifer could never agree together. He is so very pecu- 
 liar in his ways, and so persistent in carrying out his own ideas that 
 you would find your association with him very trying indeed. 
 
 Charles. Still, if I fail to effect an arrangement with the Doc- 
 tor, it will be a disappointment to my mother, as she thought it would 
 be pleasant for me to spend my time here, on account of your friend- 
 ship for her. 
 
 Lucy. It would be very pleasant indeed; that is, if you could 
 agree with the Doctor. I feel certain that you could not. He under- 
 stands but little of English, and worse still, he will allow no one to 
 explain it to him. It is so very embarrassing to have him misunder- 
 stand you. 
 
 Charles. The Doctor always seems to be very busy. 
 
 Lucy. Yes He is nearly all of the time absent from home, but 
 I seldom know where he is. 
 
 Charles. Is that possible? You— his wife— in ignorance of his 
 whereabouts when absent from home? 
 
 Lucy. He deems me too young to be informed respecting his 
 movements, and if I venture to question him concerning them, it is 
 certain to call forth a rebuff from him. 
 
 Charles. Indeed. It must be exceedingly unpleasant for you. 
 
 Lucy. Yes. I hardly know how to appear when in his presence. 
 I often wonder, Charlie, if my dear mother, when dying, knew that 
 my life would be so hard a struggle. I well remember that she placed 
 her hand upon my head and bade me always do right. 
 
 Charles. I don't think she knew anything about it. It was all 
 the work of your unnatui'al aunt. 
 
 Enter Doctor. 
 
 Doctor. [Angry.] Halloo, Lucy! Vat you do, shtanding rount 
 here unt talkit mit strangers? 
 
 Lucy. No, no, Doctor, he is no stranger. I have known him since 
 he was a little boy. His mother and I are the best of friends. 
 
 Doctor. Dot iss a pooty shtory to dell me. Ven I valk shoost 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 
 
 [Act IV. 
 
 now in der house, und eatched you shtandingund talking low mit him 
 dare. I tought I tole you so often to not valk in mine office mitout 
 mine permission from me. Done I hear you dell him shoost now dot 
 you go und lif mit him und his motter? Und you not shtay by me? 
 You young shnips. Iss dot der vay you talk on shtrangers ven you 
 tink I done look on you? 
 
 Lucy. I haven't said anything out of place. 
 
 Doctor. [Taking hold of Lucy's akm.] Vill you tole me quick 
 vat you tole dot shtrange young man? 
 
 Lucy. Yes. I was talking about my dead mother, and about his 
 studying with you. 
 
 Doctor. [Bowing.] Yes, yes. Dot iss all very fine for you to 
 talk. [Pointing at the door.] Vill you valk mit yourself oud mine 
 office? Done you be toleing nodding any more. 
 
 Lucy. Mrs. Fairwood wants you to call and see her sick child. 
 
 [Departs. 
 
 Doctor. [Shouts.] It's you I vant to see apoud, und not otter 
 folks' sick shilds. 
 
 Charles. Have you decided what answer I shall give my mother? 
 
 Doctor. Vat you tink I got to do mit vat you tole your motter? 
 I shpose off she iss a frient off mine vife, she sing to you all tay long 
 apoud der templeranclers und der cold vaters all der dime. I see by 
 your not shmoking a fineHavaner cigar, vat grows in Havaner shoost 
 as you see dem, your motter iss all der dime preaching der templer- 
 anclers to you, shoost like mine vife. 
 
 Charles. Yes, my mother is strictly a temperance woman. 
 
 Doctor. Vat you tink I do mit you in mine office, ven you von't 
 make yourself a shentleman among shentlemen? You vant to do, 
 young man, as a shentleman ought to do. Dot is, you take your Ha- 
 vaner cigar und your brandy-vine und your glass beer. How you 
 expect to got your lifing ven you von't do as shentlemen ought to? 
 For exsample: Ven a man asks you, "You hafe a cigar?" und you 
 say, " I shmoke not;" ven dey ask you, " You take a glass beer?" you 
 say, " I trink notting;" you make a fine shtudent, done you, for a 
 man to be in mine profession? Done I tole you dot iss so comish, ven 
 a young voman, man, shild or boy, speaks frients mit mine vife, dey 
 all belief e in der cold vaters, und der sing-song ehoress off der tem- 
 perance. I tink it's petter, young man, off you go a leedle longer off 
 school, until you -learn to shpell und undershtand ven folks shpeak 
 shtreight mit you; und you petter learn to trink your beer like a 
 shentleman, und shmoke a fine Havaner cigar, den you can coom diss 
 vay vonce more. After you hafe forgot und you not tink any more 
 off your temperance, you might coom und I shpeak shtudent mit 
 you den. 
 
 Charles [Wipes perspiration from his face.] How long. 
 Doctor, do you think it will take me to accomplish all this? 
 
 Doctor. I tink off you pe pooty shmart, in apoud fife years you 
 
Act IY.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 29 
 
 leai'ii it all. Und vat you tink you do in mine office off you didn't 
 know how to shpell goot? I hafe sooch great bjck Latin pooks, mit 
 great pick Sharman letters. It iss more as you coult do to get troo 
 der toor mit von und lift him. Some of mine pooks are a half off an 
 inch tick, und how you shpect you get tem fixed in your heat? Dose 
 Toctor pooks dells us mit blain talk all apoud der shtructure off der 
 human system off der human frame. Dot means der excel-letton. 
 You know vat der excel-letton iss, done you? Dot iss vat iss left af- 
 ter you insect dem, und vat iss left after you poot der poddies avay 
 und bickle dem, und nodding shtays goot poot der pones, vat off 
 Sharman iss called "kenochen." You hafe to be pe pooty shmart, 
 young man, in order to get so far as to go off an academy, vich off 
 English means a school. I hafe peen all trough der school, und vass 
 called a pooty shmart poy pecause I hat to go pack der second dime, 
 und didn't pass exsamination ven der otters did. I had to pegin ofer 
 again pefore I got mine bapers. Dot vass pecause I vass so faraheat 
 olT der otters. You couldn't tole py mine lankguage mit beoples dot 
 I efer hafe peen off school and ti'ough a academy to learn mine pro- 
 fession? I tinks I am a very ordinary shentleman, und don'd prag 
 apoud mineself to beoples, und I valk mit mineself pooty shtrate. 
 
 Charles. I think you are very extra- ordinary. [Takes a lettee 
 FROM HIS POCKET.] I would like to give this letter to Mrs. Pfeifer. 
 It is from my mother. 
 
 DocTOE. [Excitedly beushes his haie.J Hem! hem! Mine 
 Godt! Minegrashus! Gife me dot letter. I gife it to her mineself. 
 It's from your fotter, iss it? [Chaeles places the letter back in his 
 
 pocket. 
 
 DocTOE. [Takes him Bx the aem.] Young man, young man, vill 
 you dell me pooty quick how long dot you talked mit mine vife und 
 vile I vas gone? Gife me dot letter. 
 
 Chaeles. I shall give it back to my mother, and tell her that she 
 had better see Mrs. Pfeifer personally, as you and I don't seem to un- 
 derstand each other. 
 
 DocTOE. Vot for hass your fotter got to coom? Done I tole you 
 dot I pet you he nefer vill shpeak mit mine Lucy? I preak mit mine 
 cane hiss heat. You pet, after diss mine vife nefer vill coom in mine 
 office so quick again. [Opeks the dooe.J You valk oud. You shtep 
 mit yourself oud. [Chaeles eemains standing.] You dell your fot- 
 ter I tink it's petter dot he nefer cooms near mine office. He vill nefer 
 coom to shpeak mit mine Lucy Pfeifer, or I get mine involver und 
 shoot him tead. 
 
 Chaeles. You are so forgetful. How can my poor father come 
 when he died a long time ago? You get mad about nothing, I see. I 
 am sorry if I have occasioned your wife to have unkindness shown 
 her. She does not deserve it, Doctor. 
 
 DocTOE. [Pointing to the dooe.] Make mit yourself oud. I 
 help you. Telling me dot you make off me persefes. I shpose dot 
 
to-day you Afrairican tole dot you shoot a bear trough der ear, und 
 to-morrow you tole dot you killed him. I tole you vonce so often dot 
 ven I hafe anotter shtudent dot I get a Sharman poy vot hass hiss 
 prains togetter. [Depart Chables, forgetting his hat, which the 
 
 Doctor throws at him out of the door. 
 Chakles. [Shouts outside.] I guess I'll never call again. Doc- 
 tor. When the five years are up I'll remember my experience with 
 you. 
 
 ACT V. 
 SCENE I.— A M11.LINEK Shop. 
 
 Chaeacteks— 1. Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer. 3. The Little Child. 
 2. Two Shop Girls. i. Dr. Pfeifer. 
 
 5. Auntie Flagan. 
 
 Enter Lucy and Millie. 
 
 Lucy. What did that lady want yesterday? 
 
 Millie. [Sewing on a hat.] She wanted blue ribbons and a 
 spray of forget-me-nots. She left the face trimming for you to de- 
 cide. 
 
 Enter a shop girl with the little child, and Dr. Pfeifer carrying 
 two cucumbers. 
 
 Doctor. [Shouting.] Halloo dare! See, I cot two coocumbers. 
 I vant mine tinner. 
 
 Mrs. Pfeifer. [Trimming hurriedly.] Why, Doctor, it is only 
 ten o'clock. 
 
 Doctor. It makes no tifferance. You tinck a shentleman like 
 me und off mine profession must shlave und shtarfe six dimes a tay? 
 [Angrily.] Pring me on der winiger. I vant to fix dose coocumbers 
 for mine self. 
 
 Lucy. Please take the baby from Mary, papa, then I shall send 
 her over to the store to get some vinegar. 
 
 Doctor. Vat you! Vat in hell! [Flings the cucumbers at 
 her.] Vat, no winiger in dis house? I help you mit yo^r please. 
 Vat kint off a housekeeper you pe? [Child cries with fright.] 
 Shtop dot young vone's mout, or I knock her tead. 
 
 Lucy. [Taking the child.] Please, papa, don't frighten baby. 
 I am going to get the vinegar myself . Come, Mamie, go by-by with 
 mama. 
 
 Doctor. Yes, I py-py paby you. Dot is alvays der vey in dis 
 house, ven I vant somedings to eat. La, la, ish der vay efery ting 
 goes in dis house, und for a man off mine profession. 
 
Act v.] LUCY. THE SOLD OEPHAN. 
 
 [The Doctor enraged flings the bonnets one afte-r another from 
 the racks, then stamps on them. He then pounds the table 
 with his flst. 
 Doctor, I help you mit la, la, und bonnets. 
 [The girls run screaming from the shop. The Doctor chases 
 his wife and child to the door, and then strikes at her with 
 an open knife, and she falls screaming in the doorway. 
 Doctor. [Kicking her.] You common street ting you I I kill 
 you mit dot cross childs! I send you poth to der tefil! 
 Lucy. [Screaming.] Oh, my neck! 
 
 Enter Auntie Flagan, stepping over Lucy. 
 
 Auntie Flagan. [With clasped hands.] Ah! en the Lard Al- 
 mighty. En is she did? Th' dair crathur. [Bending Lucy's head.] 
 En faith, en she's did, Docthor. [She seats the child in a chair. 
 
 Auntie F. Quick, Docthor! Liff her up with me en take her to 
 the bid. [They take her to a bed.— Shaking Lucy's neck.] En 
 faith, Docthor, you finished her this time. En it's her thet's did. 
 [Crying.] Oh, the dair crathur. 
 
 Doctor. You pesh right, Mrs. Flasran. She is a crasy screecher. 
 She screeches shust to see how many more she can set crasy, shust 
 like herself. 
 
 Auntie F. Oh, but her neck is broke. 
 
 Doctor. [Examining Lucy's head.] Her heat lasts yet, und 
 pesh coot for dis many years yet. She shust proke her neck, dot's 
 all. 
 
 Auntie F. En sure, Docthor, I think thet's enough. 
 
 Doctor. Quick, pring me a powl. I quick pring her oud off her 
 
 crasy fits und screeching. I pleet her arm. Dot ve to mit all crasy 
 
 folks. [Mrs. F. brings the Doctor a bowl. He bleeds his wife's arm. 
 
 Two angels robed in white appear among clouds, and with 
 
 outstretched wings flutter over Lucy'. 
 
 Lucy. [With a faint voice.] Do you hear [Kises] the angels 
 sing? Will the angels come to me. How nice the angels' harp plays. 
 [Sinking low in her bed.] How sweet the sounds are. 
 
 [The Doctor drops the bowl at hearing this. 
 
 Aunty F. En sure. Doctor, th' good angels hiv got her this time. 
 Sure, en she's as white as the angels above her. [Angels disappear. 
 
 Lucy. [Leaning on the pillow, raising her head.] Oh, Auntie, 
 why did you bring me back? Didn't you hear the angels sing? 
 
 [Closing her eyes and resting her head faintly on the pillow. 
 
 Doctor. [Shaking his wife's arm and peering in her face.] 
 Vake up here, Lucy. [Holding the baby over her.] Your papy is 
 crying und vants you, Lucy. Lucy! Lucy Pfeifer! Vake up dare! 
 
 [A white dove flies in. 
 
 Auntie Flagan. En sure! en thet's a good sign. The angels and 
 doves claim her. En didn't I always tell yer, Doctor, thet she woos 
 always too good for this ere world? [The dove flies away. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act V. 
 
 Lucy. Oh, Doctor! If you wish to kill me, you can do so; but 
 first send our little child to Mrs. Woods, and she will know what to 
 do. Do that in Heaven's name. It is all I ask. 
 
 DocTOE. TAngry.— To Auntie F.] Shust hear her vonce, how 
 crasy she talks. You tinck I kill mine vife, hay? 
 
 Auntie F. Ye must take good care uv her, or she'll die. She's 
 sich a frail crathur. [A black hawk flies in and picks at the Doctok. 
 Auntie F., frightened, takes the child from 
 the DocTOE, who almost lets it fall. 
 Doctok. Oh, Godt! Oh, Godt! Mrs. Flagan, I tidn't tinck mine 
 vife pe so pad. I shust tought I shtir her up a leedle, shust to make 
 her vork petter. [The hawk, picking at the Doctor's face, makes 
 him fall fainting to the floor. Doctor rises and 
 knocks the hawk's head off against the wall, ex- 
 claiming: "Dare, you plack rascal! You not 
 shcare anoter man off mine profession like dot!" 
 
 SCENE II.— The Millinek Shop. Lucy and Shop Girls are 
 
 Discovered Trimming Bonnets. 
 
 Enter Mrs. Lillabridge. 
 
 Lucy. What can I do for you? Would you like ,to see some 
 hats? 
 
 Mrs. Lillabridge. [Removes her veil.] Don't you know me? 
 
 Lucy. Oh! it's you— Auntie Lillabridge. 
 
 Aunt. Oh! my dear darling Lucy, you are so changed. I never 
 should have recognized you as being my little blue-eyed darling of 
 long ago. 
 
 Lucy. Oh, do not repeat darling to me again. It calls to memory 
 my happy childhood days. I am nobody's darling now. There is no 
 one to love me but God. I am alone with Him. He takes me gently 
 by the hand and leads me through all the dark and rough ways of my 
 life. 
 
 Aunt. [Embraces Lucy.] Where is your husband? 
 
 Lucy. Husband? I have no husband. I am a lonely orphan, 
 forced to battle with life unaided, and full of sorrow. My property 
 has been squandered by the drunken, worthless object to whom you 
 sold me. He neither fears God nor respects man. Did I not tell you 
 once. Auntie, tha?I was no tamer of lions? He curses me for every 
 good act that I perform, accuses me of wrong where none is done, 
 and ill-treats me on every occasion. My burden is indeed heavier 
 than I can bear, and I am often unable to care for my dear children. 
 
 Aunt. [With surprise.] You have children? 
 
 Lucy. Yes, I have two little light-haired children. 
 
 Aunt. And doesn't Doctor Pfeiffer care for or support his child- 
 
Act v.] 
 
 LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 Lucy. No, indeed. He cares for no one but the saloon keeper. 
 
 Aunt. My poor Lucy. Will you now return home with me? I 
 have come for the purpose of having you part from Doctor Pfeifer, 
 with whom you can leave the children. Then you shall be my pet 
 Lucy once more. 
 
 Lucy. Oh! Auntie, do you think that the offer of a palace home 
 would for one moment tempt me to desert my dear little children, 
 and leave them in the care of their inhuman father? No. Where I 
 go, my children must follow. Nothing but death shall ever separate 
 me from them, until they are old enough to care for themselves. All 
 of this torture and sorrow you alone brought upon me. Yet I shall 
 not reproach you for it. I shall as freely forgive you as I hope to be 
 forgiven; but oh! Auntie, promise me that you never will again be 
 guilty of selling a human soul. Let not the glitter of gold so dazzle 
 and blind your eyes as to lead you to another folly like this. 
 
 Aunt. Then you refuse to return to the home of your childhood? 
 
 Lucy. Yes, unless you would permit my children to accompany 
 me. If you consent to that, I will willingly be your kitchen girl. 
 
 Aunt. WhatV You become my menial? 
 
 Lucy. Do think that would be harder or more degrading than 
 to wash all day with an infant tied to my back, or to be driven to at- 
 tend coal pits in a freezing storm? My common task has been to 
 drudge all day and sew at night with a babe in my arms, without dar- 
 ing to murmur. 
 
 Aunt. Why did you obey that inhuman wretch? 
 
 Lucy. Could I do otherwise? This, dear Auntie, is the result of 
 your selling me to your so-called cultured and rich European physi- 
 cian. Weren't you unfeeling and inhuman to act as covertly as you 
 did in betraying me into that man's hands? 
 
 Aunt. Lucy, you are too severe. I, also, was deceived in the 
 Doctor. Why did you not part? 
 
 Lucy. I would have left him, had I not been afraid of the un- 
 charitable comments that would have followed my flight. I could not 
 face the scorn of the world, sure to be visited upon my head, for, as 
 you are aware, very few knew of the artful manner in which you had 
 entrapped me into that unholy marriage. 
 
 Aunt. Oh! Lucy, Lucy, pardon me. Forget it all, and return 
 home. Disappointment and remorse of conscience overwhelm me 
 since learning how basely the Doctor deceived us both. Once morel 
 ask you to accept my offer. Why not leave the children? 
 
 Lucy. It is useless to urge me. Auntie. I can never desert my 
 children. I am in some sort inured to my hard fate, and shall perse- 
 vere in the performance of duty to the end. I believe that in God's 
 own good time He will set me free. I am convinced that my day of 
 usefulness will yet come, and then my best efforts shall be put forth 
 to alleviate the sorrows of those whom I may find have been sold as 
 I was. I know what it is to be bound hand and foot. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. [Act V. 
 
 Aunt. Don't talk such nonsense, child. You will never live to 
 see the close of another year with such burdens resting upon you, 
 
 Lucy. I have looked death in the face, and fear it not. If I die, I 
 shall be at rest, while if I go with you, an accusing conscience would 
 embitter all my remaining days. Oh! tempt me no longer with your 
 proffers of a home without my children. I am not to be moved from 
 my resolution to remain with them. 
 
 Aunt. Well, Lucy, if you will not listen to my offer, I must leave 
 you now. However, you may yet change your mind, and return to 
 your old home. Remember that its doors will always be open to you. 
 [Gives Lucy money.] Hei-e are a thousand dollars. 
 
 Lucy. Many thanks for this assistance. Indeed I need it sorely. 
 Won't you stop long enough to see Doctor Pfeifer? 
 
 Aunt. What? Stop to see that false betrayer, who by his perfidy 
 gained you? 
 
 Lucy. Yes, stay simply to see how he will receive you. 
 
 Aunt. No. I never wish to behold his hated face again. 
 
 Lucy. Auntie, was he altogether to blame? Ought you not to 
 have been less hasty, and waited for some confirmation of his repre- 
 sentations? 
 
 Aunt. No doubt I should have acted more cautiously. But he 
 came to me with such a plausible statement about his papers that I 
 was unsuspicious of any fraudulent design on his part. 
 
 Lucy. A German baker, who lives near by and knew the Doctor 
 in the old country, related to me the manner in which those papers 
 came into the possession of that knave. 
 
 Aunt. How was it? 
 
 Lucy. He stole the papers from his uncle Henry, who is one of 
 the King's officers, and they had nothing at all to do with an heirship, 
 being merely a certificate to the effect that his uncle had received a 
 certain sum of money from the King. He managed to deceive you as 
 to their character by exhibiting the imposing black and red seals, and 
 pointing to the array of signatures affixed to the documents. Your 
 inability to read their contents enabled him the more easily to effect 
 his design. Another circumstance I will relate: The clothes he wore 
 when we were married were borrowed. You doubtless recollect the 
 hair watch-chain that he sho^yed to you and wept over, declaring 
 that it was composed of his dead mother's hair. That, too, was a 
 falsehood. The ejjain. belonged to the Dutch baker referred to, and 
 contained his mother's hair. It was returned in my presence the oth- 
 er day. 
 
 Aunt. [Hoekified.] Can this be true? Please say no more. 
 Well, what does the false wretch possess? 
 
 Lucy. Nothing but a vile tongue and a bad temper. But I can- 
 not help comparing his deceptive conduct in those instances with 
 your own towards me . You robbed me of my happiness, and sold me 
 to a life of slavery. In furthering your sordid scheme you scrupled 
 
Act VI.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 not to sacrifice my heart's dearest treasure, in sending my boy-lover 
 to the war, where he met his death upon the battle-field. You know 
 that you intercepted all my letters to him, which caused him to be- 
 lieve that I was false to my vows. 
 
 Aunt. Oh! Lucy, Lucy, your reproaches are more than I can 
 bear. Do not say any more. May Heaven forgive me. [Departs. 
 
 ACT VI. 
 A Scene in Mrs. Pfeifek's Dining Room. 
 
 Characters.— 1. Miss Mamie Pfeifer. 3. Little Johnny Pfeifer. 
 2. Miss Fairy Pfeifer. 4. Dr. Pfeifer. 
 5. Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer. 
 The Doctor discovered at the dinner table. Enter the young lady, 
 Miss Mamie, Miss Fairy and Johnny. All sit at table and 
 wish their pa " Happy New Year." Doctor pays no attention. 
 Little Johnny. Oh! papa, see what a nice turkey dinner mama 
 has for Johnny and papa. 
 
 Doctor. [Bowing.] Yes, yes, I should say it vash a shirky tin- 
 ■ ner. Only half cooked, and raw at tot. 
 
 Enter Mrs. Pfeifer. 
 Mrs. Pfeifer. [Resting her hand on the Doctor's shoulder.] 
 Now, papa, to-day is New Year's. Just as we commence to-day, so 
 we shall continue all through the year. Let us begin it by thanking 
 our Heavenly Father for all the blessings of the past, and for giving 
 us this beautiful new home. Let this first New Year's dinner in our 
 new home be one long to be remembered. Lift up your plate, Doc- 
 tor. [She looks pleased. Doctor turns over his plate and finds an 
 envelope which he looks at with searching eyes. He then 
 turns to his wife, twists his nose peculiarly, and reads the 
 address in a ridiculous way. 
 Doctor. "A New Yearsh vish from your ever faithful vife." 
 [Looking in his wife's face and twitching.] Hem! hem! Vat for 
 you vish me such shtuff as dot? Shame on yourself! Visliing tot to 
 a man off mine profession. 
 
 Mrs. P. [Pleased MANNER.] Open the envelope and read. 
 Doctor. [Opens it and reads.] " I vish you a heppy New Year. 
 May it pe te most bleasant vone off your life. May no dark cloud 
 arise to obscure its prightness." 
 
 [Stares at Mrs. P. with anger. The children and Mrs. P. act 
 frightened. He draws the paper over his lips in mockery, 
 and insultingly flings it at Mrs. P. 
 Doctor. [To Mrs. P.] You old fool? Vat for you mean dark 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act VI. 
 
 cloud, sunshine und prightness? Koot Lort, Hefens und eart! You 
 crasy screecher owl. Iss tot der \ay you velcome me on New Year's 
 tay? Vishing me such shtuff for a man off mine profession. 
 
 Mrs . P. [Offeeing him the Bible.] Come, papa, let us unite in 
 prayer and read a chapter in the Bible to-day. 
 
 Doctor. [Flings the Bible at her.] Dare! You reattot in der 
 hot blace. Dare you hafe blenty off gompany, You don'd hafe to in- 
 vite dem to come, und you see dey make it hot for you dare. [To 
 Johnny.] Dare, Shonny, get your blate. Shonny, und hafe some of 
 Vour motter's shirky-paked koose. It's notting anyhow. 
 
 [Mrs. p. weeping, leaves the table. 
 
 Doctor. [Taking a piece of cream cake, shouts to Mrs. P.] 
 Halloo dare! Misses, come pack. [Mrs. P.. wiping her eyes, comes 
 BACK.— He shows her the cake.] Vat kint off cake you call dot? 
 
 Mrs. P. It is cream cake. 
 
 Doctor. Vare you get cream dis dime der year? [Angry.] Cream 
 notting. [Crumbing it.[ It's notting poot sunshine koose cravey, 
 put on turn ofer pie. [Mrs. P. starts to leave the room.] Halloo ! 
 You cot some more off dose vine vishes to-tay? 
 
 [Doctor throws plate on the floor and departs. Mrs. P. returns. 
 
 Mamie. How is it, mama, that w^e always displease our pa so? 
 Can you tell me? How is it that he cannot appreciate or comprehend 
 so simple a matter as your New Year's wishes contained in the note 
 you gave; and he has been through college too? 
 
 Lucy. It is very strange. I know the Germans as a class are 
 very intelligent and aspiring, but if he is a representative of that 
 kind, he does them great injustice by exhibiting his jealous and ugly 
 disposition. Perhaps if he had known that he was to receive a gold 
 watch and a set of books, he would have been more pleased. 
 
 Johnny. [With animation.] May I go in the office and tell papa 
 to oome back and see what I has for him? 
 
 Fairy. May I go, too, mama? 
 
 Lucy. Yes, bring him hei'e, but talk kindly to him. 
 
 [Johnny and Fairy depart. 
 
 Lucy. [To Mamie.] I shall give your pa the watch, and Johnny 
 may give him the books. 
 
 Enter Jaiey and Johnny with the Doctor. 
 
 Lucy. [Gives Doctor the watch.] Please excuse me, pa, for 
 not presenting thi^ watch to you before. I have been busy arranging 
 for callers, and it slipped my mind. Let it be none the less accepta- 
 ble on that account. 
 
 Doctor. [Examines the watch.] It moost hafe peen off pooty 
 mooch importance so dot you forgot it. Veil, it's notting, anyhow. 
 It iss somedings I ought to hafe hat a long vile ago, for a man off 
 mine profession, I expected it long time ago. Done you know dot 
 efery man vot has a profession has vone. Dey pe common tings to 
 vear among shentlemen. It's notting, anyhow. 
 
Act VI.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 Johnny. [Gives Doctok books.] Here, papa, is " Shakspeare's 
 Works" and " The Arabian Nights." Johnny bougiht them for papa. 
 
 Doctor. [Gives back the books.] Vot you mean py insulting 
 your fotter py giflng him poolis apoud "nites off shnake-slipearing?" 
 .You do as off you tinli your fotter iss a linow-notting, und so you 
 gife him pooks vat he coon learn somedings py. Dot iss all your 
 motter's notion. I vant you to know dot I hafe already got more 
 pooks fixed in mine heat as your motter efer saw. Off you vas a lee- 
 die bicker, Shonny, you pet I voult shlam you oudtoors, for insulting 
 your fotter pygifmg me pooks for a bresent. It vas all your motter's 
 notion off putting dot in your heat. I tink it vas petter off you hat 
 kep your money und pought me a fine pox off Havaner cigars und a 
 pox off prandy-vine. Dot vould off make me bleased. Der whole 
 family, in all off mine life, hafe nefer reshpec me, und shoostnowyou 
 tink dot you make a man off mine profession a bresent off some pooks 
 und a goltvatch, vat I ought to hafe hat long ago. Shonny, you pet- 
 ter dake dose pooks pack und gife dem to your motter, und tole her 
 she hat petter put dem alongside off her fine New Year's vishes, und 
 den she can hafe a bresent, too. 
 
 Johnny. I am not angry, pa. Why are you? 
 
 Doctor. You tole her for me dot I done vant any more off her 
 Afrairican shtyle on New Y'ear's, und none off her fine New Year's 
 vishes eeter. [Departs. 
 
 Lucy- [Gives Fairy presents.] Here is a ring and a necklace, 
 which I hope will be accepted with more graciousness than your 
 father's presents were. 
 
 Fairy*. [Opens box.] Oh! mama. How good and kind of you to 
 buy me just what I wanted. 
 
 Lucy. It pleases me to know that I can at least make this a hap- 
 py New Year's day for my children. [Gives Johnny presents,] Ac- 
 cept these from your mama. 
 
 Johnny. [GLEEFUiiLYj Mama, what nice building blocks ise got, 
 and what nice story-books. Now I can build houses, and I don't get 
 mad because you give me books, the way pa does, do I? [Kisses his 
 mother.] I phwank you ten thousand times, and when I get to be a 
 man and learn business I'll give you five hundred dollars, and if you 
 won't cry I'll give you all my money and stay with you, and I'll never 
 get married when I'm a man. 
 
 Lucy. I am glad you are pleased, and I want you to be a good 
 boy. 
 
 Johnny. [Kisses her.] Yes, I'll always be good to you. and 
 don't you cry any more, will you? 
 
 Mamie. What a sensible child he is. I'm sure he'll noi be like his 
 father when he becomes a man. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act VII. 
 
 ACT VII. 
 
 Scene in a Bar-room. 
 
 Chakacteks.— 1. The Dutch Bakkeepek. 3. Dk. Pfeifer. 
 
 2. Little Johnny Pfeifek. 4. Miss Fairy Pfeifer. 
 
 The Dutch Barkeeper discovered leaning on the counter in silent 
 thought. Enter Doctor, leading the two children, Fairy 
 and Johnny, by the hand. 
 
 Doctor. [To Barkeeper.] Coot tay, Mishter Moshneritz. 
 
 Mohneritz. Coot tay, Toctor. You co off der Sherman picnic 
 mlt your shildrens? [The girl lingers in the bar-room reading a little 
 
 book. 
 
 Doctor. Yes, sir. Poot mine grown up pick toughter. she tinks 
 it is a shame to go mit her fatter to der Dutch picnics, as she calls 
 dem. She von't go vere dey •cife her a pick class off peer, mit wine 
 und pologna sausage, und vere she get dreated as young latties 
 ought to pe. [Angrily.] Dot is all on der gount off dot motter off 
 hers, who sings rount all tay. breaching up der templeranclers und 
 cold vatters all der dime. [Kesting his hand on Johnny's shoul- 
 der.] Here, Misther Moshneritz, mine leedle poy von't pe like dot, 
 ven he gets pick, I pet you, hay! He shmoke und trinks his glass 
 peer und schnaps shust like a fine shentleman ought to do, und off 
 mine profession, you know. 
 
 [Johnny loiters about the bar-room. 
 
 Barkeeper. Yoost dell me vone dime how you got your Yankee 
 vife. 
 
 Doctor. Yell, Mishter Moshnerit'z, being dat you are from mine 
 country, I'll dell you der shtory all. But first let us hafea glass beer. 
 [Barkeeper gets a glass of beer for each. They touch glasses 
 and the Doctor says: " I vish you good health." 
 
 Barkeeper. I vish you der same and a tozen poys. 
 
 Doctor. Ha! ha! ha! Dot's a pooty good vish, but den I tink 
 it's pooty pad luck. [They drink. 
 
 Barkeeper. Go heat mit your shtory how you get your Yankee 
 vife. 
 
 Doctor. You know in Sharmany, in our country dot iss near 
 Gaetinge, der scht)ol deacher vat lives dare, und he hat two awful fine 
 daughters. De vone married de professor off der Northeim school, 
 und de otter vone vas bromised mit me, to be coupled togetter py 
 law. und vat you tink, Mishter Moshneritz? 
 
 Barkeeper. I tink dot I hear your shtory. 
 
 Doctor. Yell, I know dot, but dat girl Babbit, I fool mit her for 
 long six year. Veil, der tay vas setted ven ve should be coupled to- 
 getter py der law off mine country. Veil, frient Moshneritz, done 
 you tink dot I talk der English awful foorst shtreight? 
 
Act VII.] LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 
 
 Bakkeepek. Veil, Toctor, vere iss your shtory? You ditn't get 
 any vider don vere you vas coupled togetter py law. 
 
 Doctor. Oh, veil, I forgot mineself. I vas tinking off mine pro- 
 fession. Ve nefer vas coupled togetter. 
 
 Barkeepek. Veil, you shtop mit your shtory. You ditn't finish 
 it all. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, Mishter Moshnerltz, yoost gife me anotter glass 
 beer to vet mine troat, und den I goed on mit mine shtory vere ve 
 shtop. [Each drinks another glass of beer.] Veil, in der flrsht 
 dime, der vas sooch an goot for notting nopoty. He goed und tole 
 Babbit's father dot I trink so mooch beer, und blay on der carts mit 
 mine money, vich you know I don't do. I don't blay on der carta. I 
 done tink dot iss mooch for an ordinary shentleman und off mine 
 profession to trink efery tay a leedle someding, like twenty-fife glass 
 beer, und vonce in a vile a glass brandy-vine. I done tink dot iss 
 pooty mooch. Yoost tink ofT dot goot-for-notting nopoty delling 
 sooch shtuff apoud a man off mine profession. Veil, don'd I tole you 
 yoost now dot on der next Sunday, ven I vent to see mine leedle Bab- 
 bit vat you tink I got? • 
 
 Barkeeper. I tink I hear your shtory. 
 
 Doctor. Ven I got dare und I rap on der toor, her fotter coom 
 off der toor und shpeaked to me: "Vat you vant here? You tink you 
 blay beer und trink carts all der night troo, und don you show your 
 face on mine toor, und vant to see mine girl Babbit?" Den he tole me: 
 " Make mit yourself off, und nefer coom here again. You dock you? 
 You notting you!" Den he tole me hiss Babbit vas going to marry a 
 rich man der next veek, und don't you tink I done pooty goot ven I 
 coom off America? 
 
 Barkeeper. Vat shall I tink? I tink I vait for your shtory. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, as you be from mine blace, dot iss Hanover, I'll 
 tole you how I make it mit her, dat iss Babbit. In der flrsht blace, I 
 tink I like her pooty much goot, und ven I tinks off her I feel some- 
 dings in mine shtomach vat keeps saying, " Shoomp up, shoomp up 
 in mine troat," so pick as a great pick glass beer, und I lofe to set on 
 a chair mit py her site, und dells her all how I shtudy off der school, 
 und I learn mine bick Toctor profession. * 
 
 Barkeeper. Veil, Doctor, pe you treaming? Vat iss your pro- 
 fession to do mit der shtory apoud how you got Yankee vife? Dot is 
 der question pefore dis saloon shoost now. 
 
 Doctor. Vait vonce, mine frient, until I tole you apoud mine 
 profession, und den I'll tole you dat it got eferyting to do mit her— 
 mine profession has. I dells you if a man keeps himself streight, 
 und has got a bick profession like I got a profession, I tell you he 
 coon coom vide mit himself ofer diss country. 
 
 Barkeeper. Veil, off you don'd vant to dell apoud your Yankee 
 vife firsht, den dell me firsht apoud your profession. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, I tink I dell you now vat I vas going to tole you— 
 vat you tink? 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. Act VII. 
 
 Bakkeepee. Veil, you ask me all der dime [Laughing] vat I tink. 
 I dell you I vait a long dime for your shtory. I vant to hear it firsht, 
 den I vill dell you petter vat I tink. 
 
 DocTOE. Veil, shoost tink. I tought me und I treamed dot I like 
 Babbit pooty veil, und den I feel dot great pick beer mit der glass 
 cooming up in mine troat, saying, " You lofe Babbit or you lofe me?" 
 Dot you know vas yoost pefore Babbit's fotter gave me a bick shmell 
 von der toes off his boots ride on mine chin. [Points to his chin.] 
 I tink you see dot mark on mine chin. Dot vas der blace vere der ad- 
 mittance vas o& his boot. I tink dot mark last yet for sometime. 
 Babbit's fotter done py me shoost like he vould do py hiss pick plack 
 hoont called Carlo, und he says, " Make oud mit yourself." I dell you 
 I felt pooty shmall for a man off mine profession ven he kicked me 
 oud. 
 
 Baekeeper. Hem! hem! Vas dot Lucy on der count? Vas dot 
 on der count off your Yankee vife? You don't tell me. Vas dot Lucy 
 on der count you hat dot drouble from her fotter? 
 
 DocTOE. [Hueeiedly.] No, no! Dot vas yet in Sharmany. Dot 
 vas Babbit, der school teacher's girl. Vone night pefore I go off der 
 ped. dot vas pefore I go off shleep, you know. 
 
 Baekeepee. Vat you tink I know? 
 
 DocTOE. Oh! you put m^ oud, done you know? Veil, I ask mine 
 heart vonce in (Jis vay, vonce, twice, three times, you tell me pefore 
 der morning cooms, und answer me dis question, " Do I lofe Babbit 
 or don't I lofe Babbit enough to make her mine vife py law?" Und vat 
 you tink? Mine heart pefore der next morning answered me No. 
 Uud den vat you tink? I say to mineself, [With disgust] "Pooh! 
 pooh!" Den vat you tink? I tought nodding.s off her any more. 
 
 Baekeepee. [SMiLiNGiiY.] Veil, yell. I don'tvonder me any dot 
 you don lofe her any after Lucy's fotter trowed you oud off der house 
 mit a shmell off Ms boot, und vat goot dit your profession do you 
 den? 
 
 DocTOE. Done I tole you? I neffer married her. I got Lucy to 
 pe mine vife, und mittout shmelling off a Yankee boot eeter off her 
 fotter's, pecause Lucy, ditn't hafe any fotter, pecause he vent tead pe- 
 fore she vas too young to pe mine vife. 
 
 Baekeepee. [Geins.] I tink so mineself. How dit you make it 
 so dot you got your Yankee vife? 
 
 DocTOE. Shenk me oud some beer, und den I tole you how I 
 hoombuged in dis country for a man off mine profession. 
 
 Baekeepee. [Gives him beee.] Take dis beer now mit mine 
 best vishes dot you nefer hafe to shmell anotter boot off der school 
 teachers mit oud off der house. 
 
 DocTOE. Veil, mine frient Moshneritz, I'll tole you first apoud 
 mine profession und how I got him. In dei;, first blace, mine frient, 
 mine fotter vas a poor man, und his profession vas a barber. Now, 
 you know mit his barber profession he didn't get not mooch money. 
 
Act VII.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 
 
 und I vas der only son, und remember it vas not mine fodder vat sent 
 me off der school. It vas mine uncle Heinrich who sented me off der 
 bick academy. In dot academy der poys from efery kingdom vear a 
 tifferent color of clothes. Shoost tink, von dime, how fine I looked, 
 und how der scholars looked off me ven dey see me coom in mit mine 
 brass buttons und mine golt glasses vat I vear on mine heat pefore 
 mine eyes. Oh! Moshneritz, j^oost tink how nice I looked, und I 
 valked so shtreight mit mine new clothes on; but dot maked no tiffer- 
 ence you know, pecause I carry von shoulder higher dan der otter 
 von. I nefer looked to der left otter to der right to see who looked 
 off me, boot anyhow I knew dat dey all looked off me, und der vis- 
 pered von to der otter: "Dare is der Doctor Pfeifer, mit his golt 
 glasses unt mit his valking shtick mit a golt heat shtanding on him." 
 I knew dot dey all honored me, shoost pecause I tried to act so 
 schmart, und didn't talk mooch, und I didn't look on der otter schol- 
 ars. I remember dot dey always laughed offer mine fine heat off 
 hair, und den I feel proud. 
 
 Barkeepek. [Laughing.] Veil, veil, Toctor, vere is your hair 
 now gone? I see you ain't got mooch left. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, frient Moshneritz, ven I vos young yet, und only 
 twenty-five, und done you say notting to anypoty. Now I pesh 
 pooty mooch fifty-fife; but done you say notting, for I tell mine Yan- 
 kee vife all der dime dot I pesh thirty-three. Now, I tole you dot von 
 dime ven I vas twenty-fife, I vas sick mit der fefer, und mine hair in 
 shoost von night all flew out quick— ff't—ff't— und den it vas all ofer. 
 
 Baekeepek. Veil, Toctor, you hat pooty pat luck alreaty. You 
 ought to hafe good luck vone dime for a change. 
 
 Doctor. Goot luck? Y^ou petter bet, I got goot luck. I go mit 
 mine shildrens to-tay off der Sherman picnics. [ Shows Cane.] You 
 see dot valking shtick dare, mit der golt heat on him V I vas going to 
 tole you vonce pefore apoud der hishtory off dot shtick. Y'^ou know, 
 von tay, ven der px-ofessor off der examinations asks der shtudents 
 somedings in questions apoud vat he tinks dey know und dey done 
 know. Und von tay ven he cooms in und ve ditn't reshspect him, und 
 den ve all trembled und ve hat to write down vat questions he asked 
 us shtudents. Der first question vas, " How many tays hafe ve got in 
 der year, und in vat year is dis dot ve now got ? " Some off der shtu- 
 dents answered notting. He asked vone und he asked dem all, und 
 some didn't know, untl some shook der heats und said, "I done know." 
 Und I den pegan to shtreighten mineself up, ven he coom to me und 
 he said, " Veil, Heinrich Pfeifer, coon you dell me how many tays dot 
 ve got in der year? " Den I shtreightened mineself up und hollered 
 und shpoke lout: " Ve gat a leedle ofer two tousant und fife hundert." 
 Den der whole school house, mit der brofessors und scholars, com- 
 menced to laugh yoost awful to tink dot I was so shmart. Den der 
 brofessor took oud his bick book und wrote down someding in mine 
 honor, und den gate me dis valking-shtick und tole me, " You alvays 
 keep dot, und not part mit him." 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act VII. 
 
 Bakkeepek. Veil, Toctor, are you treaminf?? I vaited for your 
 shtory, how you got your Yankee vife. I vould like to hear it, dot is 
 off you hafe got troo rait your profession. I pet you off you voult 
 travel mit sooch a theatre or a circus, und you voult dell your shtory 
 der vey dot you tola me shoost now, I pet you vould make more 
 money den you do mit your Toctor profession; dot is off you voult 
 tole your shtory der vey dot you tole me in dis saloon. You make 
 money I pet you. You valk mit vone shoulder higher den der otter, 
 shoost like von off dose theatre fellers, und you sh\^•ing rount der 
 same vey mit your valking shtick. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, Moshneritz, now I'll tole you yoost how I done 
 vfen I got Lucy. In der first blace, der brofessor off der school in 
 Goetinge, he gafe me a great long paper mit plack und red zeals mit 
 der names off der gounselmens on dem. 
 
 Bakkeepek. Vat for you got tem bapers? 
 
 Doctor. Dose papers I got vas for der attmittance to go pack 
 und shtay ofer tree years again pecause I ditn't pass mit der exami- 
 nation. All der otter scholars vat vent ven I dit got dere certificates 
 to shtay home. Der reason vy I ditn't got mine ven dey dit vas pe- 
 cause I vas so far aheat off tem doti couldn't answer von question dot 
 der brofessor asked me, und der otters answered efery ting. Nowpy 
 dot you see I hat to go pack off school und shtay tree years longer, 
 und pegin vere I dit on der first dime und vere der otters left off. I 
 dell you dem vas hart shtudy tays, und I hat to commence ofer to 
 learn mine profession, und der otters hat gone home to practice deirs 
 alreaty. I dell you ven I got troo I vas pooty mooch so shmart as 
 der otters vas. So mine uncle tole me it is petter off I go off Ameri- 
 ca, und he voult gife me money off I voult leafe der country, for I 
 coult do petter in America mit mine profession, as I coot in sooch a 
 shmall country as Europe. He tole me dot I coot come vider und 
 shtant higher in a shtrange country as I voult in Sharrrtany. 
 
 Barkeeper. I tink you done pooty goot to get as vide as you 
 hafe in der New York. 
 
 Doctor. You know I hafe got a certificate from dot academy, 
 und dot dey gafe me so as to make me remember dot I vas von dime 
 off college. 
 
 Barkeeper. [Impatiently.] Vere is your Yankee vife all off dis 
 time dot you learn your profession? 
 
 Doctor. Oh!., She is to home to-day, und vashes und takes care 
 off her house vork mit her papy. 
 
 Barkeeper. You don'd forshtand me, Toctor. I meant vere vas 
 your Yankee vife ven you vas learning your profession? 
 
 Doctor. Veil, off you don'd know I'll tole you vere she vas. She 
 vas in America und I vas in Sharmany mit off der school — voult you 
 tink dot? 
 
 Barkeeper. [Laughing.] Veil, Toctor, you hafe a pooty awful 
 long shtory, und I don'd know yet how you got your Yankee vife. I 
 
Act VII.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 43 
 
 hafe drinked so many glass beer mit you und shtill I know not how 
 you coom by your vife. Vat you tink I care apoud how you done mit 
 your Babbit in Sharmany? It's your Yankee vifie dot I vant to know 
 from. 
 
 DocTOK. Done I tole you, friend Moshneritz, dot von time, ven I 
 vent to see mine uncle Heinrich, mit his fine tings on his shoulders, 
 und he vent oud off der door, I saw some great pick papers hang on* 
 der writing table, mit der names off dose pick gounselmen's names 
 on dem, und der right corner hat a pick red seal, und der left corner 
 hat a pick piack seal, you know. I tought dot I voult shtole dem und 
 it make netting oud mit mine uncle Heinrich, for he hat his pay al- 
 reaty, und dot baper vas his reception telling dot he hat got his mon- 
 ey alreaty und it make him notting oud. You pet it mate efery ting 
 oud mit me. Veil, I tole you, frient Moshneritz, dot I heard von 
 dime dot der Americans liked hooicbug. Veil, shoost tink, ven I * 
 •coom off dis country, I vas valking oud von morning mit der shtreet 
 up und town, making folks belief e mit mine medicine box dot I vas 
 going to visit some batients, und vat you tink? I saw a great pick 
 plack horse mit on der man's pack, on a saddle, und der man vent, 
 " Hoory up! hoory up!" und vat you tink who dot vas? 
 
 Babkeepee. Vat shoult I tink? I tink dat I hear your shtory. I 
 don'd know. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, done I tole you, dot vas Mishter Lillapritge, Lu- 
 cy's uncle. Veil, you know he vas sooch a rich man, und Lucy lived 
 mit him und her aunt, und he vanted a Toctor pooty quick for his vife 
 vat vas awful sick. He saw mit me on der shtreet, mit mine golt 
 shpectacles on mine heat pefore mine eyes, und he saw me shwing 
 along mit mine valking shtick mit der golt heat shtand on him, und 
 he hollered, "Halloo dare! Mishter, oxcoose me. Coult you tolt me 
 vere I flnt der Toctor?" I tolt him dot I pesh der Toctor Pfeifer by 
 profession, und not long oud from Sharmany. Den he hollered, " All 
 right, mine shentleman. Coom mit me off mine house, und see mine 
 laty," unt I vent mit him to see her. Veil, she got veil pooty quick, 
 und ven she vas so dot she sot up mit on her chair, und in her great 
 pick fine room, den she asked me von tay, " Toctor, you moost coom 
 von dime pooty quick und see me." Und I tole you, I vent pooty 
 quick, und den I tole her all apoud mine profession, und how I got 
 him. Von dime I hert dat der Yankees nefer beliefe anyting mitout 
 dey moost see der papers to prove tings, und ven I tole her apoud my 
 heirship von tay, I tole her dot I voult show her der papers. Den she 
 invited me von dime to coom und get acquainted mit Lucy, und den I 
 vent; und der second dime I prought mit me der papers und showed 
 dem to her aunt, und it made notting oud if her aunt coultn't reat der 
 Sharman so long as dey was papers, und dot vos der vey I hoom- 
 buged. Der aunt und me made it all oud how ve shoult fix it to get 
 married, und Lucy hat to mind und marry me. Der first dime dot I 
 saw Lucy mine heart vent once more, " Shoomp up, shoomp up!" und 
 
44 LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act YII. 
 
 I tole you, I felt so happy to tink dot I coult make oud mine profes- 
 sion I coult get Lucy. Veil, und ven I shpeaked mit Lucy, she tole 
 me, " No, sir, I not marry a Sharman, und I not like you, und I nefer 
 marry an ugly Sharman like you." Den she criet unt wrung her hants 
 unt salt, " I nefer coon marry you, ole Dutchman." Ven she salt dot I 
 mate beliefe dot I not undershtand. Und remember, her aunt mate 
 beliefe to Lucy dot I vas coming der next tay for tea, und den ve go 
 off a fine tress party. Und in der blace off der tress party der minis- 
 ter vas engaged, und it vas too late for Lucy to shpeak, und she vas 
 mate to do as she vas tole py her aunt, und vat you tink? Inshted off 
 der tress party ve vas coupled togetter py law. 
 
 Bakkeeper. Is dot der vey you hoombuged? I tink you done it 
 pooty quick. "Where is all your heirship to-tay? 
 
 Doctor. Veil, you know, I ditn't get any money. It vas hoom- 
 bug, und she hat lots off money dot she got after ve vere married a 
 year, den ve got us a nice house, und ve inwested in a farm off coal, 
 und she pought me five tousant tollars vorth off inshtruments und 
 pooks for mine office, unt I hat it in mine house, und you pet I make 
 her vork und do as I tole her. 
 
 Barkeeper. How vos dat dot she is sooch a goot voman, und 
 forshpends so mooch money on her shildrens? 
 
 Doctor. You know efery morning und efery tay, I tole her und 
 maked her beliefe dot she has been doing someding wrong, und for 
 instance, like shpeaking mit anotter man, und py dot she gets so 
 sheared dot she is afrait to do somedings wrong, und I always hafe a 
 goot voman. I tole her shtoof before I know anyting apoud it. 
 
 Barkeeper. Veil, Toctor, I tink you hafe coom oud pooty goot 
 mit your hoombug. 
 
 Doctor. [Turns to Johnny.] Here is mine leedle poy, und you 
 pet I make him a nice shentleman, shoost sooch a vone as der Yan- 
 kees like. I make him so dot he coon hoombug shoost like his fotter. 
 
 MosHNERiTz. Say, leedle poy, vat is your name, sir? 
 
 Johnny P. Johnny Pfeifer. 
 
 Doctor. [Shaking the boy's arm.] Dot ish not Yoney. It ish 
 Shonny Pfeifer. You must not talk so Yankee shtyle, like your mot- 
 ter. Now say Yonny. 
 
 Johnny P. Yonoy Pfeifer. 
 
 Doctor. [To Barkeeper.] Don'dyoutink he pe a shmart poy? 
 He coon shbell shii^t like nottings at all, I tell you. I vill hafe him 
 shbell vone dime for you, den you draw for him oud off him a vone 
 pick glass peer. [To Johnny.] Now I vant you to shbell vone dime 
 for us. Now, Shonny, Mishter Moshneritz, mine frient, vants you to 
 shbell— now— Shonny— shbell " dock," der name off your Carlo dot 
 you hitch after your hant-shleigh. 
 
 Johnny. [Spells.] D-o-g, dog. [The barkeeper looks pleased. 
 
 Doctor. [Shaking Johnny's arm.] I didn't dell you to shbell 
 dough. Vat ish der matter? It's petter you dry vonce more. I 
 
Act VII.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 meant you shbell tock, der name off your Cai'lo. Eemember vat I 
 tole you. 
 
 Johnny. Talk? T-a-l-k, talk. 
 
 DocTOE. [Much pleased.] Veil, Shonny, you pesh right. You 
 make somedimes a shmart mans, hay? 
 
 MosHNEEiTz. [Grinning.] He pesh a nice poy, yes. 
 
 Doctor. Now, Mishter Moshneritz, you ket a pick class peer for 
 der poy. [Barkeeper gives beer to Doctor, who offers it to 
 JoHNNX.] Dare, Shonny, take dot. 
 
 Johnny. [Crying.] Oh! papa, I don't like it. Mama said I must 
 not drink any. 
 
 Doctor. Now, Shonny, you must trink dot peer, und pe a man, 
 und not hear to your m otter mit her demperance all der dime, und 
 cold vater. I am your fatter und a Toctor is mine profession. I tink 
 you petter mind me, inshtead of hearing dot sing-song koruss off 
 your motter— all der dime templeranclers. 
 
 Johnny. I don't care. I don't want any. I'll mind my mama. 
 
 Barkeeper. [Resting his hand on the boy's head.] You pe 
 right. Dot is right, mine poy. Always mint your motter. 
 
 Doctor. [Drinking the beer quickly.] Now, Mishter, gife me 
 a glass off schnapps. [Barkeeper gives him whisky.— Shouts to 
 Fairy.] Coom, Fairy, have someting. 
 
 Fairy. I just had some. [Looks on the book. 
 
 Doctor. [Gives the glass to Johnny.] Now, Shonny, you take 
 diss und trink it. [Johnny puts it untouched on the counter. 
 
 Barkeeper. Dot is too strong for der poy, Toctor. He is right 
 to not drink it. 
 
 Doctor. Vat for you site mit mine vife? You pen shpeaking mit 
 her? Dot's a pooty vay to talk to a man off mine profession. 
 
 Barkeeper. Veil, Toctor, I tink your fife is pooty mooch right. 
 You petter keep your money to puy preat mit for your shildrens, so 
 dot your fife not vork herself to death mit all kints off vork. Dat 
 looks mooch petter for you. 
 
 Doctor. Vat— vat for you keep dis saloon? 
 
 Barkeeper. I keep dis saloon for all dose beoples vat can behafe 
 demself teasant. I ditn't ask you to coom in here. [Points to the 
 door.] You valk mit yourself right shtreight oud off der tor. 
 
 Doctor. Poot you take mine money. 
 
 Barkeeper. Yes, sir. Und you dake mine peer und schnapps. I 
 dell you again, make mit your toughter, your poy und your shildrens 
 oud off here. 
 
 Doctor. [Ashamed.— To his children.] Coom't on. Halloo 
 dare! Ve go off der Sharman picnics mit ourself. 
 
 [Doctor takes children's hands and staggers out. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act VIII. 
 
 ACT VIII. 
 
 SCENE— Doctor at Dutch Picnic. 
 
 Chakacteks.— 1. DocTOK Pfeifee. 3. Johnny. 
 
 2. Fairy. ' i. Hans, a waiter. 
 
 5. People at another picnic table. 
 
 The Doctor is discovered at the picnic table. The girl sits at his 
 right and the girl at his left. Hans is waiting on the people 
 at the other table. 
 Doctor. [Shouts to Hans.] Coom't on! Halloo! Pring me 
 und mine shildrens somedings to drinli. 
 
 Johnny. [Whispers to Fairy.] What shall we do? Pa is now 
 drunk and calls for something more. 
 
 Fairy. Go quick. Tell the waiter not to give him any more beer. , 
 Johnny. Oh! no. I dare not. He will punish us. What will 
 mama do to-night? 
 
 Enter waiter with a plate of bolognas, three glasses of beer and a 
 plate of fried cakes, which he puts down. Doctor 
 drinks his beer and the children slyly pour their's on 
 the ground, pretending, when their father turns to 
 them, that ihey have drank it. 
 Doctor. [To children.] You pe right. You pe shmart to-tay 
 to trink your peer. 
 
 [Looks around and then in an awkward manner hands each of 
 the children a piece of bologna, saying: 
 Doctor. Eat dat quick. I hafe to pay ten cents to get admit- 
 tances off der picnic. You vill not get' for a good vile sooch a chance 
 again. [Points to the plates.] Dare, stick dem sausages und dem 
 cakes in your pockets. Quick, pefore folks see you. 
 
 [The children both fill their coat pockets with sausage and fried 
 
 cakes, allowing the ends to project from each pocket. 
 
 The Doctor, looking first for a chance, fills his silk hat 
 
 with fried cakes, leaving only a few on each pl^te. 
 
 Doctor. [To Hans.— Puts on his hat.] Halloo dare! Pring me 
 
 on tree glass prandy-vine. [Hans departs.— To children.] Come, 
 
 come. Quick take dem last sausages und cakes, und shtick dem in. 
 
 Johnny and F^iry. [Together.] I can't. I haven't a.ny more 
 room. [The Doctor slyly takes the last sausages and forces them 
 up into his hat, which he holds with one hand on his 
 head, meanwhile looking around. The crown bursts 
 and the sausages and cakes fall out on each side of 
 him. He acts as if wondering where they come from. 
 Still they fall more than ever. At that moment Hans 
 enters with wine which puts he down at Doctor's side. 
 The latter looks surprised at seeing Hans. 
 
Act IX.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 Doctor. [Looks around.] Oh! oxcoose me. I go to shtoop 
 mineself up, und knocked der blates off der tablps. 
 
 [The crowd at the picnic laugh heartily. 
 Hans. [Looks at Doctor.] Oh! it's too bat. Tings like dot oft- 
 en happens. I seen it all. 
 
 Doctor. [Pointing to the fallen sausages.] Coom, shilti-en, 
 pick dem up und put dem pack on der blates. 
 
 [The waiter joins the crowd in laughing at the Doctor. TJie 
 
 children leave their pockets filled as they are. Doctor 
 
 drinks the thi'ee glasses of liquor. Crowd all laugh. 
 
 Doctor. Oh! shiltrens, don't I vish dat I hat all off dose shblen- 
 
 dit sausages und cakes. Oh! darn it. [Shouts to crowd.] Dot vas 
 
 all on der gound off dot fife off mine. She upsetted eferyting und 
 
 mine profession. She upsetted me und eferyting else. [Crowd 
 
 LAUGH.— Children ashamed.— To children.] Com't on. Halloo, 
 
 shiltren. Halloo. Ve go home. 
 
 [Doctor fixes his hat tighter on his head. The crown of the 
 hat hangs by a couple of threads only. Doctor, tak- 
 ing the two children by the hand, starts to leave the 
 picnic. After going a few steps, a piece of bologna 
 falls out of the girl's pocket. All stop. The girl picks 
 it .up and replaces it in her pocket. The crowd laugh 
 and shout. After going a few steps further, the sau- 
 sages again fall. They continue walking and looking 
 back at the sausages. Doctor staggers against the 
 girl, causing her to fall. 
 
 ACT IX. 
 
 « 
 
 SCENE I.— Lucy's Kitchen. 
 Characters— 1. Lucy. 4. Doctor. 
 
 2. Fairy. 5. Auntie Flagan. 
 
 3. Johnny. 
 
 Lucy discovered in the kitchen, holding her infant with one arm, and 
 washing with her disengaged hand. 
 Enter Fairy and Johnny. Lucy looks pleased. 
 Children. [In chorus.] Oh! mama, mama. Pa is drunk. He 
 is so mad because we wouldn't drink beer. He wants to kill us all. 
 
 [Lucy is frightened. 
 Johnny. Hurry up. 
 Fairy. Let us run away. 
 Lucy. God bless you, dear children. 
 
 Enter Doctor, staggering to his wife. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. [Act X. 
 
 DocTOK. [Catches Lucy by the theoat.] Here is hell for you. 
 [Doctor falls sprawling on the floor, helpless. The children 
 and Lucy with her infant run away screaming. 
 
 SCENE II.— Johnny, Faiky and Lucy with her infant are crossing a 
 stream of water on planks. It is moonlight, and the 
 rocks and banks are separated by streamlets. Lucy, 
 when almost across the stream, holds out her hand for 
 Johnny, and then peers through the rocks. 
 Lucy. Oh! children, come quick. Let's hurry before pa comes 
 after us. [All wade through safely to the other side. As they reach 
 
 the bank all kneel in silent prayer. 
 Enter Auntie Flagan from behind some rocks, drawing a hand-cart 
 containing two empty milk pails. 
 Auntie Flagan. [Intereupting the pkaycng family.] Oh! en 
 for th' luv uv Saint Pathric! En is it you agin? Ah! en the Laird 
 save us. [The family weep.] Dair swaitings, [In one breath] en 
 can yer tell me what brought yez over here this night? Uv coorse 
 it's that divil uv a mon agin. En nivir moind— the divil 'ill be shakin' 
 him over purgatory some day. En me dair crathurs, nivir moind. 
 [Wipes her eyes with apron.— In weeping voice.] En it's me that 
 saves ye this time. 
 
 [Auntie Flagan puts the little girl in the cart, and gives her 
 the infant to hold. Lucy leads the little boy. Auntie 
 Flagan draws the cart, exclaiming: " Come, ye dair 
 little swaiting, I'll take yez home." All depart. 
 
 ACT X. 
 
 SCENE— Doctor rising from his stupor. 
 Character.- The Doctor. 
 The Doctor discovered moving on the floor where he fell in the 
 kitchen. He gets up slowly, rubbing his eyes and looks 
 around. He scratches his head, yawns and straightens 
 himself.' He then jumps up and down, shouting, " Lucy." 
 Opens q, door and peers into a room; then shuts the door 
 with a'slam; opens another door and does same thing. 
 Doctor. [Shouts.] Mrs. Pfeifer! Lucy, Lucy! Lucy Pfeifer! 
 Halloo dare! [Opens A door.] Vere in dertefils you shtick yourself? 
 Shonny! Shoimy! Shonny, mine son! [Shaking his head.] I shoost 
 like to know vere tem teflls nations putted temselves to. 
 
 [He opens a door again and gets a bonnet; then slamming the 
 door, he grunts with rage, and throws the bonnet in the 
 wash-boiler, pounding it down with a stick, saying: 
 
Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 "Oh! off dot vas only your prains, Lucy Pfeifer, in- 
 shtead off your bonnet." 
 Grunting, the Doctor takes a table-cloth, dishes and 
 other things and throws them all in the boiler. He then 
 stands the baby cab on the stove, saying: 
 
 " Dare, I purn der tefils oud off you." 
 
 ACT XI. 
 SCENE I.— Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer's Parlor. 
 
 Characters.— 1. Lxjcy. , 4. Johnny. 
 
 2. Mamie. 5. The Doctor. 
 
 3. Fairy. 
 
 Mamie is discovered playing on the piano; Lucy is sewing. Fairy 
 crocheting. Enter Johnny. 
 
 Johnny. Where has pa been? 
 Lucy. I don't know, Johnny. 
 
 Enter Doctor. Fairy and Johnny remain standing. Mamie stops 
 playing. 
 
 Doctor. Halloo dare, shiltren und Lucy. I got somedings vat I 
 vant to tole you. [To Lucy and Mamie.] Set mit yourselfs shtill on 
 der chair. [To Johnny and Fairy.] Make mit yourselfs oud, und 
 don'd you dare to come mit your feet pefore mine heat until I tole 
 you. [Fairy and Johnny depart.— To Lucy and Mamie.] I vant to 
 tole you somedings vat is off a great importance und off a great af- 
 fluence. It is somedings dot shoost transmitted shoost now, a leedle 
 vile ago, dis dime. 
 
 Lucy. [With surprise.] You don't say that something terrible 
 transpired to-day, do you? 
 
 Doctor. Oh. yas, yas. Der transmittacce shoostnow happened 
 in Fi'itz Grootenheimer's saloon. 
 
 Lucy. What can it be? Have you been in the saloon? 
 
 Doctor. Dot makes nodding oud. Vait until I tole you, und 
 don'd any off you shpeak until you see der towel shake. 
 
 Lucy. I wonder if any one has been killed. 
 
 Doctor. No, no. [To Mamie.] Look mit your fotter shtreight 
 mit in his face, und I vant you to undershtand vat I shpeak mit you. 
 Vat you tink? 
 
 Mamie. Tell me. first, papa, then I shall say what I think. 
 
 Doctor. Is dot der vay you shpeak to your fotter ven he tole 
 you somedings? Do you mean to say do you nefer tink off it after- 
 wards? Vait von ce, von dime. I show you how to tink somedings 
 to-morrow. 
 
 Mamie. You misunderstand me. I shall think of it. 
 
50 LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act XL 
 
 DocTOK. Halloo, Mamie. Now hark to vat I tole you. I vant 
 you to be harking to efery vord vat I tole you. Done you know der 
 year after dis, ven I shpeaked mit you, und I tole you apoud der pick 
 rich Count Martrit, vat lifes in Hanover, in a pick cashteel, shoost 
 like der King? 
 
 Mamie. Yes, I remember you told me about Count Martrit who 
 lives in a castle. 
 
 Doctor. Veil, der f»ttei^off der Count owns great pick cashteels 
 in all der cities nearly in efery kingdom all ofer Europe, und he owns 
 sooch great pick vide farms, vere der vood grows dot ve use to keep 
 der Are warm mit. Und shoost tink vonce ven you coon go off Shar- 
 many und see dem cashteels. 
 
 Mamie. It would be grand; but what has the Count to do with 
 me? 
 
 Doctor Can't you vait until I tole you, und den you'll see dot he 
 has eferyting mit you to do. 
 
 Mamie. Very well. I'm prepared to hear your story. 
 
 Doctor. Oh, mine grashus. See. Der Afrairicans dey nefer 
 coon vait mit der mout shtill ven deir fotters vants to shpeak mit 
 dem. Dey ought to learn vat der Shermans tole deir shiltrens. Dey 
 dell dem dot dey shoult nefer shpeak until der towel shakes, und den 
 it gifes dem to undershtand dot it iss deir turn to shpeak somedings. 
 
 Lucy. Why don't you proceed with your story, Doctor? Mamie 
 is listening. 
 
 'Doctor. Dare it is. Vat dit I tole you? Der Afrairicans mit 
 deir Afrairican shtyle, upsetted eferyting. Vat dit I shoost tole you, 
 Lucy Pfeifer? Dit you see der towel shake? You upsetted me com- 
 pletely efery dime, so dot I nefer coon tole dot vat I hafe reaty on 
 mine tongue to tole you. Vat for yoii always upset me? Der Afrair- 
 ican voman always upset deir hushbants any vay. 
 
 LiTCY. Proceed. We are all listening. 
 
 Doctor. Eemember und not shpeak somedings until you see der 
 towel shake, den you coon undershtand dot you hafe der admittance 
 to shpeak. 
 
 Lucy. Proceed. 
 
 Doctor. Hold on. To-morrow I pring in dis house pefore your 
 eyes der Honorable Sir Count Martrit, und I shoost coom from der 
 saloon vere I coom from shpeaking mit him und trinking ein glass 
 beer. He vas so<jch a fine Sherman, und from Hanover, mine coun- 
 try; und shoost tink vonce, he shtudied apoud der medicines, und he 
 vill make a pick Toetor py profession, und he vears aheafy golt vatch 
 mit a heafy golt chain; und his vatch is shoost like efery man's dot 
 has a profession und vears one; und vat you tink? He valks mit der 
 shtreet mit a valking shtick mit in his hant, und he has sooch pooty 
 fine hair, shoost like mine, und he looks oud off his eyes shoost der 
 same vay dot I do, und in his face he looks somedings like me. Don'd 
 you forget now, Mamie, vat I tole you. He vas der only vone son, 
 
Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 und his motter has vent tead ven he vas tree years olt alreaty. Now, 
 remember vat I tole you, Mamie. To-morrow, ven I pring him here 
 to dis liouse, und I set him down to tole you somedings, you moost 
 hafe some reshspect for him. und not show off as ven you tinli he is a 
 man mitout a profession, for ven you see his pick golt vatch you can 
 see dot he has a profession. 
 
 Mamie. Certainly, papa. I shall entertain him. 
 
 Doctor. Dot is all right. Now, I am going to tole you vat der 
 Count Martrit tole me in Fritz Grootenheimer's saloon. He tole me 
 dot ven his motter vas tead he used to run efery dime dot der pick 
 gates vas open in der grafeyard, und he used to go und shtand ofer 
 his tead motter's grafe, und hold fast on der pick ornaments mit his 
 hants und pray. Und dose pick ornaments und monuments vat 
 shtand ofer der blace vere his motter is purled, each vone costed ofer 
 tree tousant toUars, und der names off der pick gounselmens shtand 
 on dem. 
 
 Mamie. Why ai'e the councilmen's names engraved on the mon- 
 uments? 
 
 Doctor. Der monuments are put ofer his motter's grafe so as to 
 make der Count und otter beoples remember dot his motter vas tead 
 von dime. Shoost tink vonce how nice it is ven you can see dem. 
 
 Mamie. That is all very well, but how does it concern me? 
 
 Doctor. Veil, shoost shtop a leedle, und den I vill tole you pooty 
 quick. You vill see to-morrow dot ven dot fine Count comes mit his 
 pick Toctor profession, he vill shpeak eeter French, Sherman or Eng- 
 lish mit you. I vant you to remember dot you moost say yes to efe- 
 ry ting dot he asks you. 
 
 Mamie. Why shall I say yes to everything he asks me? 
 
 Doctor. You undershtand. done you, your fotter is a pooty ole 
 man. und off you vill make yourself undershtand, und shoost tink 
 dot you hafe got a fotter vat vould like to travel mit himself all ofer 
 off Hanover, und go mit himself to Paris, und see all off der vine cit- 
 ies vat shtand dare, und ven you tink pooty mooch off your ole fot- 
 ter, you vill do dot mooch as to say yes to der Count Martrit. Vat 
 you tink? 
 
 Mamie. What do you mean, papa? I have no money as yet in my 
 possession to afford your seeing the old country once more. 
 
 Doctor. Oh! no, no, no. You be shoost like all off der Afrairi- 
 cans know nottings, und your motter, vat pe always toleing dot vat 
 dey done know. Done I tole j^ou dot I fetch der young Count Mar- 
 trit mit his pick Toctor profession to shpeak mit you und tole you 
 somedings, und I hope dot you show yourself off as a young lady 
 shoult mit your fine lankguage, und done you show off as ven you 
 vas nefer off der semilinary or school, und as ven you done know 
 how to shpell. 
 
 Mamie. Certainly, papa, I shall treat him with respect, but it is 
 hardly necessary to tell him that I know how to spell. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act XI. 
 
 DocTOB. You done know notting ven I tole you so often, und 
 shtill you done undershtand me. Alvays ven your Afrairican motter 
 mit her society und shtyle tole you somedings, it is alvays, " Oh, yes. 
 yes, mama." But ven I shpeak mit you, it is shoost like nottings at 
 all. 
 
 Mamie. What shall I do and say? I have not disobeyed you. 
 Explain, please. 
 
 DocTOK. How mooch plainer shall I tole you? I talk der Eng- 
 lish shoost so plain as anypoty, und shoost like nottings at all. Done 
 you undershtand dot I got by dis dime der algebra fixt in mine heat 
 shoost so goot as you und your motter. I tole you so often alreaty 
 dot ven a man has der algebra fixt in his heat so goot as I got it, he 
 coon shpeak shoost sooch fine lankguage as I can. 
 
 Mamie. Yes, you talk very well, considering your advantages in 
 this country. 
 
 DocTOK. For example, when I coom in der house somedimes, 
 und I fint you und your motter talking apoud der Longfellow's po- 
 ems, und der Shnakeshpearing, und Botany, vot tole you all apoud 
 how der shtars are fixt vat hang ofer your heat, you alvays under- 
 shtand her und you say yes. Why done you nefer undershtand me 
 ven I talk English plainer as your motter, for I can nefer undershtand 
 her? 
 
 Mamie. I always understand you after you have explained your 
 meaning. 
 
 DocToE. Vat for you vent off der school to learn to shpell, ven 
 you done undershtand der English lankguage like vat I talk? I hope 
 you vill say yes ven der Count comes. 
 
 Mamie. I understand you perfectly, and when your friend comes 
 I shall be entertaining. You don't mean that I shall kiss a stranger 
 or embrace him, I hope. 
 
 DocTOK. Yes. If der Count shpeaks mit you for a kiss to-mor- 
 row, you gife him von— or two or tree, for dot matter. 
 
 Mamie. What do you mean? How absurd. 
 
 Doctor. I mean dot you shall not show off der vey your motter 
 dit ven ve vas pooty mooch reaty to pe coupled togetter py law. 
 
 Mamie. What did she do when you ventured to kiss her the first 
 time ? 
 
 Doctor. She acted like ven she vas erasy, und she gafe me a 
 bick schare, so ddl I vas afrait to kiss her again. Ven der Count 
 makes lofe to you, you moost not shoomp up from your shair like 
 your motter done, und run like crasy as off you pe a shicken mitout 
 your heat on. You remember dot ven he asks you to pe his vife, j'ou 
 moost act pleased, und not do as your motter done, to run like crasy, 
 or else he vill hafe a pad opinion off you. 
 
 Mamie. I perceive. You mean marriage, do you? 
 
 Doctor. Yes. Der Count is rich, und you moost marry him. 
 
 Mamie. Impossible. I cannot marry him. 
 
Act XI. 
 
 LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 
 
 DocTOE. I pet you vill. I'll pring him here to-morrow, after der 
 train gets In. He has got so mooch money, und I shpeaked mit him 
 to-tay. You moost mind your fotter, und none off your Afrairican 
 foolishness mit lofe like your motter. Der Count tole me dot he 
 vanted an Afrairican \ife, und she moost know how to blay und sing 
 off der piano, und she moost know how to talk French, English und 
 der Sherman lankguages. Und he tole me dot she moost gratuate al- 
 reaty from der sumarary. 
 
 Mamie. Why must I possess all of these accomplishments? 
 Doctor. I done know. It is pecause he is a man vat has a pro- 
 fession like me. After der Count tole me all off dot, I tole him dot I 
 hat a fine toughter vat vas apoud sixteen years old, und I tole him 
 you coult blay mit der piano, und dot you coult sing shcost like a 
 pluejay. 
 
 Mamie. Why did you tell him that? 
 
 Doctor. I tole him all apoud you pecause he is a man vat-has a 
 profession, und den he tole me off all off dis pe for ferteldy, vich is a 
 Sherman Latin vord, und means off English true. 
 Mamie. I understand. 
 
 Doctor. Und now you hold on vat I tole you. To-morrow, 
 ven der Count Martrit asks you to pe coupled togetter py law, you 
 moost act pleased, und say yes, und you pe shtill like a mouse, but 
 say yes, und tole him pooty quick. 
 
 Mamie. [Sighs.] Oh! dear. What shall I think? 
 Doctor. You vill do dot mooch, den you vill pesh mine fine 
 toughter, to make it goot in mine life und old age. You vill see on 
 der tay dot you pe coupled togetter py law, I vill get from der Count 
 fifty tousand tollars, den der Count und me und you vill go off Paris 
 all ofer to der bick Centennial. Den ve vill go in mine country und 
 look on der King's cashteel, und ve vill see all off der bick gounsel- 
 mens und officers. You vill do dot mooch, von't you, in honor off 
 your fotter und his bick Toctor profession, von't you? 
 
 Mamie. I am astonished, pa, that you should plan this match. 
 Doctor. Don'd you let dot motter off yours upset eferyting mit 
 her preaching to you apoud her notions off lofe, und her cold vater 
 und temperance, und her Shermans vat she don'd like. Don'd you 
 pay any attention to her Afrairican shtyle. 
 
 Lucy. FAside ] Give him an affirmative answer to every request 
 he makes. 
 
 Doctor. I go now to look after mine profession, und you coon 
 talk vat you blease. [Departs. 
 
 Mamie. What shall I do, mama? He is determined to dispose of 
 me in the same manner that your Aunt Lillabridge disposed of you. 
 Count Martrit is doubtless an unprincipled man; otherwise he would 
 never resort to such despicable trickery as papa just disclosed to ob- 
 tain my hand; and then, too, he has never met me. Besides, if he 
 were what he pretends to be, he would hardly be found in such a dis- 
 reputable saloon as Fritz Grootenheimer's. 
 
54 LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. [Act XI. 
 
 Lucy. Don't be alarmed, my dear Mamie. You shall never be his 
 victim. I will always watch over and advise you. 
 
 Mamie. Advise me quickly. 
 
 Lttcy. Treat your father and the Count respectfully, and avoid 
 giving them any offence. When the question of marriage arises, I 
 shall act as the occasion seems to demand. 
 
 Mamie. Well, it will be useless to try reasoning with papa. He 
 is so headstrong. 
 
 Lucx. We shall have very little to say to him upon the subject. 
 
 Mamie. I dread the interview with Count Martrit, and wish it 
 were over. 
 
 Lucy. I feel positive that it will end unpleasantly, but the future 
 can hardly bring forth dariier shadows than the past. You shall nev- 
 er be compelled to marry a man who is intemperate, or otherwise 
 unfitted to be your companion. It is enough that my life has been 
 blighted; therefore I shall do all in my power to shield you from a 
 like misfortune. 
 
 Mamie. What shall we do if papa turns us out of doors'? 
 
 Lucy. This property is mine, and if he ventures upon such a 
 step, we shall return. I am willing to place my trust in Providence, 
 firmly believing that whatever may happen will surely be for the bet- 
 ter. 
 
 SCENE II.— Lucy's Parlor. Mamie is playing on the piano. Lucy 
 and Fairy are sitting listening to the music. 
 
 Enter the Doctor and Count Martrit. 
 
 The Count remains standing in the doorway. The Doctor quickly 
 seizes Fairy by the arm near the shoulder, raises her feet 
 nearly from the floor and brings her before the Count, in- 
 troducing her in the following manner, which makes Fairy 
 act frightened: 
 Doctor. Dis, Mishter— Sir— Herr— Count Martrit. Here, dis is 
 mine leedle toughter. Fairy Pfeifer. 
 
 Fairy. [Bowing.] Very happy to meet you, Sir Count Martrit. 
 Count. [Bowing.] Happy to meet you. Miss Fairy Pfeifer. 
 Doctor. [Shakhstg Fairy's arm.] You young shnips you. I help 
 you mit " I'm happy to meet you." I tought I often tole you to shake 
 hants. Done you know netting? Dot is Afrairican shtyle, I should 
 tii.k. [Lucy and Mamie act amazed.— To Fairy.] Vat for you go 
 off der school off you done even learn so moocn as to shake hants 
 mit a shentlemans? [Fairy holds handkerchief to her eyes as if 
 
 weeping. Doctor places Fairy's hand in the Count's 
 and says: " Shake hants und den pe off und sit down." 
 Count shakes hands with Fairy Fairy sits down 
 near Lucy. 
 Doctor. [Shouts to Lucy. J Lucy, com't here. Halloo. [Lucy 
 
Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 
 
 GOES FOKWARD.— Introduces hek.] Mishter Count, dis is mine vife. 
 [To Lucy.] Dis pesh der Count Martrit, Mrs. Lucy Pfeifer. Make 
 yourself acquainted. He is oud off Hanover, mine country. He is 
 der Count from dare. 
 
 Lucy. [Bowing. J I am glad to form your acquaintance, Sir Mar- 
 trit. Please be seated. [Count sits down. 
 
 Doctor. [Politely.] Shake hants. Done you know notting? 
 
 Dot is der vay laties in Shermany do.- [Lucy, with a perplexed look, 
 
 shakes hands with the Count, excusing herself. 
 
 Count. Certainly. 
 
 Doctor. [To Lucy.] You turn peedle heat. Vat you mean py 
 talking to de Count dot vay? Oh, shame on yourself. It's novonder 
 dot der shildrens act like fools. Make mit yourself oud, or go sit 
 town. [Doctor talks to Mamie in a low tone. 
 
 Lucy. [To Count.] Please excuse the Doctor's remarks. You 
 understood me, did you not? 
 
 Count. Most certainly I did. For my part, I beg you to feel en- 
 tirely unembarrassed. [Lucy sits down by Fairy. Doctor leaves 
 Mamie and goes towards the Count, calling and beck- 
 oning to the former. 
 
 Doctor. Mamie, coom. Mamie, coom't on here. Halloo. Shake 
 hants mit der shentlemans. [Mamie advances.] Now, Sir Count 
 Martrit, dis is mine toughter. Miss Mamie Aldolf shtuff Alemedia Alle- 
 sedia Pfeifer, but ve call her py her first name, Mamie. Make your- 
 selfs acquainted mit him. Shake hants. 
 
 Mamie. [Shakes hands.] I'm glad to meet you. Sir Count. 
 
 Doctor. [Pleased.] You pesh mine fine toughter, ha? You 
 hafe more manners as der whole set putted togetter. [To Count.] 
 You see, Mishter Sir Count, she pe pooty tall— dot means sheshtants 
 up pooty high— und ve hat to gife her pooty heafy names, und shtill 
 she gets longer und longer. Pooty soon she shtops, ha? 
 
 Count. I have seen young ladies taller than Miss Pfeifer. 
 
 [All take seats. 
 
 Mamie. How long will you remain in town? 
 
 Count. I intend to leave this evening at 10:15. 
 
 Lucy. How do you like America? 
 
 Count. Very much indeed. 
 
 Doctor. [To Count.] Mine toughter she is a fery coot fine 
 blayer on der piano, und sings— she sings shoost like a pluejay. 
 
 Count. So I understood you to say yesterday. 
 
 Doctor. You know dose pluejays in Shermany? 
 
 Count. Yes. 
 
 Doctor. Dose pluejays vat fly rount in der vinter times, ofer der 
 farms, picking up der corn-fielts vat trop rount here und dare? I 
 dells you, she is shoost like vone off dose plue.i'ays mit her fedders 
 all pulled oud. Shoost so rich she looks. 
 
 Count. [To Mamie.] Will you favor me with some music, please? 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. [Act XI. 
 
 Mamie. Shall it be instrumental? 
 
 Count. I would prefer a song, knowing that you sing. 
 Doctor. Blay der piece vat I like apoud der moon. 
 Mamie. It is so simple that perhaps the Count wouldn't be pleased 
 with it. 
 
 Doctoe. [To Count.] Oh, yes, yes, you'll like it pecause I do, 
 von't you? 
 
 Count. Very well, I'll listen to your favorite. 
 
 [Mamie plays " Come when the moonbeams softly glimmer." 
 Mamie. [To Count.] Will you please join us in singing? 
 Count. What is the name of the song? 
 
 Doctoe. It is, " Ven der moonpeams softly slimber." Dot means 
 ven der moons goes off shleep. 
 
 Mamie. The song is, " Come when the moonbeams softly glim- 
 mer." 
 
 Doctoe. Titn't I tole him like dot? 
 
 [Doctor puts on spectacles, and then joins the Count in 
 singing one verse. He holds the music so close to his 
 own eyes that it is impossible for the Count to read 
 the words, and acts ridiculously. When the chorus be- 
 gins the Count sits down. The Doctoe sings out of 
 time and too high. When finishing the chorus, the 
 Doctor asks the Count: " Done you tink I sing pooty 
 goot for an olt man, und a man off mine profession?" 
 Count. You did sing very well indeed. 
 
 Doctor. I tink dot I sing shplendit. I hafe not hatsooch avoice 
 for a long dime, in a goot many years. I tink dotdis coot singing vas 
 all on der gount off your velcome. [To Mamie.] Coom, blay dot ofer 
 vonce more, pecause I sing so goot. 
 
 Mamie. I think once is sufficient, papa. I would rather be ex- 
 cused. [Doctor sits down, and then directs Mamie to a chair very 
 
 close to the Count. 
 Doctor. [To Mamie.] Sit yourself py der Count, so dot he can 
 get vone goot look on you. I prought him here on dot purpose. In 
 Shermany, ven shentlemans visit young laties, dey alvays sit vere 
 "dey can be seen. I tought you knew dot. I don't like to see young 
 laties afraid off shentlemans. 
 
 Mamie. [Embarrassed.] I feel quite comfortable where I am, 
 papa. 
 
 Count. [To Mamie.] I notice that your papa tries to provide all 
 that you require for your ease and comfort. 
 
 Mamie. Yes, sometimes too much so to be agreeable. 
 Doctor. [To Count.] Vat you tink off mine piano? 
 Count. It is a very loud sounding one. 
 
 Doctor. Yes, und ven Mamie blays mit der scale's off der piano, 
 dey go so quick as r-r-r-dt. You know how dot goes? 
 
 Count. I understand how they run the scales on a piano. [To 
 Mamie.] You know the object of my visit, do you not? 
 
Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD OEPHAN. 
 
 Mamie. Most certainly I do. 
 
 Count. [To Doctor.] As my time is limited, I must make my 
 
 proposition now. May I have the hand of your daughter in marriage? 
 
 [All except the Doctor look surprised. 
 
 Doctor. Yes, yes, mit all off mine heart. 
 
 Fairy. [To Lxjcy.] What does he mean, mama? 
 
 Lucy. Wait, and you will hear. 
 
 Doctor, [to Count.] Ofer dare is Lucy, mine vife. Ask her 
 und den you pe all-right. She looks bleased to-tay. 
 
 Count. [To Lucy.] Dear madam, Doctor Pfeifer has consulted 
 you regarding the union of your daughter and myself, which I sup- 
 pose favorable. Do you object, or am I unworthy of your daughter ? 
 
 Lucy. Sir Count, you will please overlook what may seem to 
 you an inappropriate reply. Do not for one moment allow yourself 
 to suppose we are not aware of the high honor which you would 
 bestow upon my daughter, by taking her as your wife. I cannot see 
 why you, who have always associated with the nobility should select 
 an untitled wife, whose wealth is not equal to your own. 
 
 Count. I never considered your social standing. Will you con- 
 sent to my proposition? 
 
 Lucy. Have you proposed to Mamie? 
 
 Count. . No, madam. It is only necessary, in Germany, to obtain 
 the consent of the parents. 
 
 Lucy. Well, it is different in this country. Here the daughter's 
 preference is considered by her mother. We do not regard the young 
 man's worldly possessions as of so much importance as his moi-al 
 principles. We ask, " Is he temperate, and a true Christian?" 
 
 Count. Then you object, do you? 
 
 Lucy. I shall never consent to let Mamie become your wife. She 
 is too young to think of taking such a responsibility upon herself. 
 Under the circumstances, I feel impelled to disclose to you a vow 
 which I made when Mamie w^as an infant. 
 
 Count. What was it, pray? 
 
 Lucy. It was this: Should she live to be a young lady, her hap- 
 piness should never be blighted by act or word of mine. 
 
 Count. My dear madam, I have the consent of Doctor Pfeifer, 
 and now it is only necessary to gain that of yourself and Mamie's to 
 complete my happiness. 
 
 Lucy. Surely you, having only met her to-day for the first time, 
 can have no deep affection for her. 
 
 Count. Dear madam, permit me to inform you that my father 
 had never met my 'mother before the day they were married. Y'et 
 they always loved each other and lived happily. 
 
 Lucy. That may be true in their case, but it does not follow that 
 it would prove to be the rule. I must say that my own life was 
 blighted by being compelled to marry a stranger. From that day un- 
 til the present time I have never known happiness, and I know that 
 vou could never be happy with my daughter without love. 
 
58 LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. [Act XI. 
 
 [During Lucy's conversation with the Count, the Doctoe 
 watches them both with an inquisitive air, and when 
 Lucy concludes he says to her: " It is petter off 
 youlieep shtill." 
 
 Doctor. [To Lucy.1 Oh! goot for notting. Vat is lofe? Coon 
 you tole me vat dot shtuff is? I pet you done linow. I tole you so 
 often dot a man vat has a blenty off money coon lofe anypoty, and he 
 coon get a blenty off girls. It makes no tifference off he has gray 
 hair or not. I tole you so often, Lucy Pfeifer, dot you shoult not 
 preach apout lofe to a man vat has a profession. Vat you tink dot 
 dey undershtand py lofe? It is money vat dey undershtand, und 
 shoost vat dey pe after. I know you coon't shplain vat lofe is, for I 
 hafe a profession und I coon't. 
 
 Lucy. Did you ever know that money without lofe never lasts 
 long? 
 
 Doctoe. Vat you tink I care apout lofe? I got a pick profession. 
 
 Count. [To Lucy.] I had no intention of creating any trouble in 
 your family. 
 
 Lucy You have a great advantage over Doctor Pfeifer in your 
 knowledge of English. We should exercise caution in conversing in 
 his presence, lest he may misunderstand us. 
 
 Count. I shall occasion no further misunderstanding. I have 
 come simply as a gentleman to request your consent to my marriage 
 with your daughter. 
 
 Lucy. I decline to countenance your suit. Still there is Mamie. 
 
 Y^ou are at liberty to speak to her upon the subject. Let her answer 
 
 for herself. [Doctor walks the room excitedly, when seeing the 
 
 Count approach/ Mamie, stops to listen to their 
 
 convei-sation. 
 
 Count. [To Mamie.] My dear Miss Pfeifer, you are doubtless 
 aware of the purpose of my visit. I have the consent of your father, 
 and your mother chooses to leave the decision with yourself. Shall 
 I have the happiness of having you return to my home with me? 
 
 Mamie. No, sir. I have determined to pursue a course of stud- 
 ies already commenced, after which I shall feel better prepared for a 
 higher position in life. 
 
 Count. Will yo'u not give me some hope? 
 
 Mamie. To be candid about it, I never could love you. 
 
 Count. I can^ see why you reject me. I would take you to Paris, 
 and from thence to Italy. I have already spoken to your father about 
 our traveling. 
 
 Mamie. I understood papa to say that he met you in a saloon. 
 
 Count. [Excited.] Yes, yes— we met at his place of business. 
 
 Mamie. I would not marry a man who frequents such places. 
 
 Count. I said that it was at your father's place of business. 
 
 Mamie. Fritz Grootenheimer's saloon is not his place of busi- 
 ness. 
 
Act XI.] LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. 59 
 
 Count. I don't recollect where it was. 
 
 Mamie. Some young men have very convenient memories. 
 
 Count. Now I remember, it was near a doorway that I met the 
 Docior. 
 
 Doctor. Vat funny folks I got, mit deir lofe. LTo Mamie.] Who 
 put dot foolishness apout lofe in your heat? Your motter? You tink 
 I pring a becker here, dot ain't got notting, nor ain't got a profession 
 like me? 
 
 Mamie. Give me Paris with all of her riches and splendor, and I 
 could never love him. 
 
 Doctor. She's shoost like her motter— all der dime tinking on 
 her lofe — und neeter vone know vat lofe is. I'm sure I don'd. Pooh! 
 pooh! Vat is dot, I like to know? It's shoost notting at all. 
 
 Lucy. I have known that for along time. You love no one, nor 
 will you allow any one to love you. 
 
 Doctor. Say, Lucy, do j'ou lofe me? Shoost answer mine ques- 
 tion pefore dis house. 
 
 Lucy. Do you want a candid reply? 
 
 Doctor. Yes, und right avay quick, so dat I coon undershtand 
 you. 
 
 Lucy. Did I not inform you when my aunt compelled me to mar- 
 ry you? 
 
 Doctor. No, you ditn't. You run like crasy. 
 
 Lucy. I said then that I did not love you. Y'ou were nothing to 
 me then, and because of your cruel treatment, you are nothing to me 
 now. I told you that I had given my heart to my soldier boy, Deloss, 
 before I met you, and that you could only have my hand. It was De- 
 loss, a soldier boy, w'hora I loved, and I love him still. In my dreams 
 I hold sweet communion with him, and in fancy rest my weary head 
 upon his breast. It is that which gives me strength and courage to 
 do my duties day by day until I can go hence to re.ioin him beyond 
 the clouds. 
 
 Doctor. Vat— you— you— lofe somepody else, und rest your heat 
 on Deloss? I tought he is tead long ago. You rest your heat on an- 
 otter man inshtead off on me? How coon you do dot, ven I tought 
 he vas cone deat? [With rage, throws Lucy out of the door.] 
 po now, und rest your heat on him out dare. 
 Lucy. [As if in pain.] Oh, my head. [Mamie and Fairy act fright- 
 ened. The Count gets his hat and stands still. 
 
 Doctor. [Leads Mamie to the door.] I shlam you out toors. 
 
 too, und nefer coom in here again, eeter. I'll see off you coon lofe 
 
 oud dare. [Fairy weeps and starts to run. Doctor leads her out, 
 
 saying: " Co vere you blease," and then closes door. 
 
 Count. Why did you turn your family out of doors? 
 
 [Doctor walks up and down the room, thumping his head as 
 
 if in trouble. 
 
 Doctor. Oh! vat an unlooky man I pesh. 
 
LUCY, THE SOLD OKPHAN. [Act XII. 
 
 Enter Johnny, who stares at the Count. 
 
 DooTOK. [To Johnny.] I clean house to-tay. Coomon. You go 
 too. 
 
 Johnny. [Weeps.] Where is my mamaV 
 
 Doctor. [To Johnny.] Coom, co fint tern off you coon. [Puts 
 HIM out.] Don't you tink I know how to clean house pooty goot for 
 a man off mine profession? Don't you tink I'm a free man now? If 
 you efer get married, don'd you. nefer take an Afrairican voomans. 
 [Draws revolver.] I guess I get oud mine involver, [Goes to door] 
 und see off I done a goot yob or not, und off I kilt der nations all or 
 not. I see off I finished dem up. [Shows revolver.] You see. 
 Count, dot involver? She has apout five huntert shots in her. You 
 pet I shoot 'em all dis time. [Goes out of door, and then returns.] 
 Coom, coom. I coon't find dem anyvare oud dare. I guess dot dey 
 vill sing apoud deir cold vaters und deir lofe somevare else inshtead 
 off in dis house. Coom, coom. I co mit you on der drain for Califor- 
 nia. [Departs with Count. 
 
 ACT XII. 
 
 SCENE I. 
 
 Characters— 1. Lucy and her children. 2. Lawyer Hogal. 
 
 3. 2d Lawyer. 
 Lucy is discovered lying on a couch, having Fairy by the hand. 
 
 Johnny sits at end of couch. Mamie fans her mother. 
 
 Door- bell rings. 
 
 Mamie. [Goes to door.] Oh! that must be the lawyer. 
 Enter Lawyer with Mamie. 
 
 Lawyer. Good morning, Mrs. Pfeifer. I am informed that you 
 wish to see me on business. I am in a hurry, as court sits to-morrow 
 and I have a present engagement elsewhere. 
 
 Lucy. Yes, I have very important business, having determined 
 to apply for a divoFce from Mr. Pfeifer. I have endured hi,s cruelty 
 for these many years, believing that God, in His own good time, 
 would set me free. My suffering has been terrible, and I can bear it 
 no longer. 
 
 Lawyer. I have the whole story. Please don't worry, dear mad- 
 am. Your divorce will be granted by the next court. 
 
 [Children rpjoice. 
 
 Mamie. Oh! how glad I am. 
 
 Lawyer. [To Lucy.] I wish you a speedy recovery. Good day, 
 Mrs. Pfeifer. Call at my office next Wednesday. [Departs. 
 
Act XII.] 
 
 LUCY, THE SOLD ORPHAN. 
 
 SCENE II.-Lawyek Hogal's office. Me. Hogal at desk, writing. 
 Enter Lucy witli daughters. 
 Lawyer. [Offers seats.] How do you do, Mrs. PfeiferV We all 
 had concluded that you were dead. 
 
 Lucy. Oh! no. I could not die. I have called to learn if lam 
 freed from that madman or not. 
 
 Enter 2d Lawyer, who hands Hogal papers and then departs. 
 
 . Lawyer. [Reads.J Lucy Pfeifer. Divorce granted from J. W 
 Pfeifer. 
 
 Lucy. Thank God. Free at last. Now I am no longer The Sold 
 Orphan. 
 
 Mamie. How does it seem to you now, mama? 
 
 Lucy. [To all.] I feel like a caged eagle suddenly set free. 
 Had I the eagle's wings, I would soar aloft, and in shouting my free- 
 dom to the world, dare the tyrant to touch or harm me now. 
 
 
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