NO PLAYS EXCHANGED. 
 
 THE PROPOSAL 
 
 COPYRIGHT, 1889, BY WALTER H. BAKER & CO. 
 
piays for /Amateur Sl^eatrieals. 
 
 BY C^ORGS TUt. BPCKER. 
 
 Auth(yt of "Avtateitr Dramnsy "Tke Mimic Sfn^e." "T/te Social Stnge,^'' **The Drawing' 
 Kootn Stage'' ''''Handy Dramas,' "/'/«<? Hxkibition Dramas,* "^ Baker's Dozen" etc* 
 
 Titl«»!* In this Type are New Plays. 
 
 Titles in tlits i ype are Tetnpet-ance Plays. 
 
 DRAMAS. 
 
 In Four A cis. 
 Better than Gold. 7 male, 4 female 
 
 char. 
 
 1 1 Three Acts, 
 »j»nr Folfcs. C mn'e, .s female char^ . 
 The Flovifr « f Hie t-'ainil). 5 
 
 male, 3 fema'e cliar 
 
 Eniisted for the Wak. 7 male, 3 fe- 
 male char 
 
 My Brothek's Keeper. 5 male, 3 fe- 
 male char o . . . 
 
 Tht' JAttte. Jirittvn Jmj' 5 male, 3 
 female char 
 
 In T-wo Acts, 
 Abf^ve llie Cioii.I-. 7 male, 3 female 
 
 char, 
 
 One Hundred Years -Ago. 7 male, 
 
 4 female char 
 
 Among the Bkeaicers. 6 male, 4 feniale 
 
 Bread on the Waters. 5 m»le, 3 female 
 char. . „ 
 
 Down by the Sea, 6 male, 3 female 
 
 char. . ■ . ". ' 
 
 Once on a Time. 4 male, 2 female char. 
 The I^ast Jjoaf. 5 male,'3 female char. 
 
 /» One Act. . 
 oTAND.BY the Flac;. 5 male f har. . . 
 11 le Ternjtter. 3 male, i female char. 
 
 COMEDIES AND FARCES. 
 
 A Mysterions Diss+ppeaiance. 4 
 
 ■ male, 3 female char. \ ...... 
 
 Padille Y<»ur Own Canoe. 7 mate 
 
 3 female char. . , . . ^ . . . . 
 A Dfop too Much. 4 male, 2 female 
 
 char ....." r 
 
 A Llltio More Cider. 5 male, 3 fe- 
 male cliar , i . 
 
 A Thorn Among the Roses. 2 male, 6 
 female char 
 
 N'rver ■'^ay Die. 3 male, 3 female char. 
 
 ^£EING THE Elephant. '6 male, 3 female 
 char. .. o ........ . 
 
 The Boston, Dip. 4 male, 3 female char. 
 
 The Duchef-,'=; cf Dublin. 6 male, 4 fe- 
 male char. ...... o .. . 
 
 rHTRTV Minutes for ReFRESH.MENTs. 
 
 4 male, •? female char « • 
 
 We're all Teetotalers. 4 male, 2 fe- 
 male char. . . . « 
 
 Male Characters Only. 
 
 A Close Shavb. ft char. 
 
 i\ Public Brnefactor. 6 char. -. . • 
 A Sea of Troubles. 8 char. .... 
 
 WALTER H. BAKER & CO 
 
 COMEDIES, etc., continued. 
 
 Male Characters Only. 
 
 A Th.mder Attachment. 7 char. . . ij 
 
 C0AL.S of Fire. 6 char. . . . » . . 15 
 
 Freedom of THE » KE.SS. 8 char. . . » J5 
 
 Shall Our Mother- Vot« ? ir char. 15 
 
 Gentlemen OF THK Jury. 12 char. . . 15 
 
 Humors OF the Strike. 8 char. ... is 
 
 My Uncle THE Captain. 6char.. . . 15 
 
 New r, rooms Sweep Clean. 6 char. . 15 
 
 I HE C.re/\t Elixik. 9Ciiar 15 
 
 I HK Hypochondriac. 3 char 15 
 
 - he Man tvifh the l>einiji>hn. 4 
 
 char. . . 15 
 
 The Runaways. 4 char 15 
 
 The Thief of Time. 6 char 35 
 
 Wanted, a Male Cook. 4 char. ... 15 
 
 Female Characters Only. 
 
 A Love of A Bonnet. 5 char 15 
 
 A Precious Pickle. 6 char 15 
 
 No Cure No Pay. 7 riiar 15 
 
 The Champion op-Her Sex. 8 char. . 15 
 
 The Greatest Plaque in LifE, 8 char. 15 
 
 The Gkecian Benu. 7 char. . . » . 15 
 
 'I'he REb Chignon. f> char. . . . i i' 15 
 
 Using the Weed. 7 char. ... . . 15 
 
 • ALLEGORIES. 
 
 Arranged for Music and Tableaux, 
 
 Lighthart's Pilgrimage. 8 female 
 char. . ... . . . . . . . ..15 
 
 TiiE Kevolt of the, Bees. 9 female 
 
 char '.„...;. 15 
 
 The Sculptor's Triumph, i male. 4 fe- 
 male char. 15 
 
 The Tournament of Idylcourt. 10 fe- 
 
 • maie char. .......... i; 
 
 The War of the Roses. 8 female char. 15 , 
 
 The Voyage of Life. 8 female char. . 15 
 
 MUSICAL AND DRAMATIC. 
 
 An. Original Id^a. i male, i female 15 
 Bonbons; or, the Paint King. 6 male, 
 
 I female char. . . . . . . • . . . 25 
 
 Capuletta; or, Romeg and Juliet 15 
 
 Restored. 3 male, i female char. . 15. 
 
 Santa Claus' Frolics. • .•'■ 15 
 
 Snowibound; or, Alonzo the Brav^. 
 
 AND the Fair Imogene. 3 male, i 
 
 female char. . . . . ". . . . . . 2$ 
 
 The Merk-v Christmas of the Qld 
 
 Woman who Lived in a Shoe. ... 15 
 The Pedler of Very Nice. 7 male 
 
 char. . . . . . . . . . . • • 15 
 
 The Seven Ages. A Tableau Entertain- 
 
 ment. Numerous male and female char. 15 
 
 Too Late for the Train. 2 male char. 15 
 The Visions of Freedom, ri female 
 
 char 15 
 
 ., 23 Winter St., Boston. 
 
THE PROPOSAL 
 
 ^ Jttonologue for a ffientleman 
 
 BY 
 
 HECTOR FEZANDIE 
 
 Copyright, 1893, by Hector Fezandik 
 All Xigkis Reserved 
 
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 ^AUG 18 1893. j 
 
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 1893 
 
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 THP96-006648 
 
 1 
 
 I 
 
THE PROPOSAL 
 
 Scene. — Edward Stewart's room in a New York boarding- 
 house of the present time. 
 
 Stewart {outside') . Called to see me ? A lady ? (Enters.) 
 Who the deuce could it have been ? {Holds the door ajar as if 
 speaking to some one outside.) What ! Left an umbrella for 
 me, and said I would understand ? {Closes the door.) An 
 umbrella ! Can it be ? . . . It is ! My umbrella that I 
 bought yesterday morning and lost yesterday afternoon ! It was 
 a good idea of mine to have my name a*nd address engraved on 
 the handle. I'm blessed if I ever expected to see the umbrella 
 again, though, after that stout man walked off with it. It's bad 
 enough to be absent-minded, and it's worse to have a conscience ; 
 but when these two evils combine in a single individual — well, 
 that single individual is apt at times to find life a burden. Now, 
 that's just my case. My absent-mindedness is something phe- 
 nomenal ; it is forever getting me into all manner of scrapes. On 
 the other hand, my conscience is abnormal ; it is a morbid 
 growth. I am ashamed of it, but I can't help it. And that's 
 how I came to lose my umbrella. I boarded an elevated train 
 yesterday afternoon with my brand-new umbrella in my hand, 
 found a seat, for a wonder — or as much of a seat as the stout man 
 next to me did not overflow into, and was soon — well — in 
 fact, I was wondering whether if I were to ask Lucy to be mine, 
 there would be any chance — or rather I was revolving in my mind 
 how I should say it, and what she would reply, and what would 
 happen then, and — sweet Lucy, how I do love that girl ! But 
 that's not what I started out to say. Let me see, where was I ? 
 Oh, yes. All of a sudden I started up with the impression that I 
 had passed my station ; but I hadn't, we were only at Twenty- 
 third Street and I was going to One Hundred and Twenty-fifth. 
 As I rose, I saw an umbrella fall. My stout neighbor had just 
 stepped off the car, and the gateman had pulled the bell-rope. It 
 flashed upon me that my fat friend was forgetting his umbrella. 
 Without a moment's hesitation, I picked it up, rushed out upon the 
 platform of the now moving car, and throwing the umbrella out as 
 far as I could, I shouted at the top of my voice : " Hey, there ; 
 you've forgotten your umbrella!" The obese individual turned 
 around at the sound of my voice and looked puzzled ; but, before 
 
 3 
 
4 THE PROPOSAL. 
 
 I lost sight of him I had the satisfaction of seeing one of the 
 station employees hand him the umbrella. Then I went back to 
 my seat with an easy conscience, to discover that I had forced 
 my own brand-new umbrella upon the unsuspecting stout gentleman. 
 That's what comes of having an abnormal conscience! Of course 
 I stopped at the next station and took the train back to Twenty- 
 third Street, and of course I didn't find the slightest trace of the 
 umbrella or the least clew to the identity of the fat man. But what 
 I should like to know is how that identical umbrella now finds its 
 way back to me, and from the hands of a lady too. Perhaps 
 " Mrs. Stout Gentleman" is afflicted with a conscience too, which 
 prevents her from keeping the umbrellas purloined by her husband. 
 {Opens the umbrella. A letter a7ui a newspaper fall out.) 
 
 Hello, what's this! A letter — and a newspaper. {Exainini7ig 
 the letter.) It's addressed to me. Queer way of sending a letter, 
 done up in an umbrella. Looks like a woman's writing. {Read- 
 ing.) "My dear, dear friend." Her dear, dear friend. That's a 
 curious way for a woman to address a man she's never met. " My 
 dear, dear friend, I trust it will not seem unwomanly in me to style 
 you thus, for although our acquaintance has been of short duration 
 as measured by the arbitrary standards of men, the thrilling cir- 
 cumstances under which we met surely give me the privilege of thus 
 addressing one who has earned my everlasting gratitude." What 
 the deuce does the woman mean ? "I had hoped to see you this 
 morning and to convey to you in my own name, as well as in that 
 of my six little fatherless angels, the heartfelt thanks which emotion 
 prevented me from adequately expressing last night. Owing to 
 my intense excitement at the time, I am ashamed to say that your 
 very features are unknown to me. I saw you as in a dream. But 
 I hope soon to have the privilege of renewing an acquaintance — 
 may I say a friendship — which on my part, at least, shall continue 
 until my dying day. Very, very sincerely your friend, Julia Simpkins. 
 
 " P. S. I return your umbrella. From it I found your name 
 and address." 
 
 By Jove, that's a remarkable document ; " thrilling circum- 
 stances under which we met — everlasting gratitude — six little 
 fatherless angels " — my fair correspondent appears to be a widow 
 " — emotion — intense excitement — a friendship which, on my 
 part at least, shall continue until my dying day." I suppose my 
 stout friend generously loaned my umbrella to this interesting 
 widow during the shower yesterday afternoon. But who would 
 have supposed him capable of inspiring such tender, I may say 
 such fervid, sentiments in the heart of a fair stranger, and by such 
 commonplace methods, too ? True, the sentimental widow admits 
 she did not see the features of this Don Juan an parapluie. {Picks 
 up the ejivelope.) Hello, here's a second postscript on the en- 
 velope which I had not seen. {Reading.) "See marked article 
 in the enclosed copy of the Herald.'^ Marked article, eh ? 
 {Opening the paper.) Here it is. {Reading.) " A Modest 
 Hero." 
 
THE PROPOSAL. 5 
 
 What's this ? {Reads again.) '* As the ferry-boat was leaving 
 
 the slip a beautiful young woman rushed down the gangway. In 
 her excitement she did not notice that the boat had already started, 
 nor did she see a gentleman who stood on the end of the bridge 
 waving a farewell with his umbrella to some friend on the boat. 
 When Mrs. Julia Simpkins took in the situation it was already too 
 late. She was unable to come to a sudden stop on the slippery 
 incline, and ran full tilt into the gentleman, who was unaware of 
 her presence. The force of the collision caused him to lose his 
 balance, and in an instant, to the horror of the spectators, both 
 were lost to sight beneath the icy waters of the East River. 
 Presently they rose to the surface. Mrs. Simpkins, with admir- 
 able presence of mind, had thrown her arms about the gentleman's 
 neck, and was clinging to him with the energy of despair, while he 
 struggled heroically with the buffeting waves, and endeavored to 
 scale the slippery piles. When at length the couple were saved 
 from their perilous position the lady^s arms were still twined about 
 her brave rescuer's neck, and she sobbed hysterically upon his 
 manly breast. This touching scene drew many a sympathetic tear 
 from the eyes of the spectators." How romantic. " But the 
 blushing hero of this adventure, with the modesty which is always 
 characteristic of true courage, slipped off unobserved and without 
 even leaving his name. He had, however, forgotten his umbrella, 
 on which was found the name Edward Stewart, 5061 Lexington 
 Avenue." 
 
 My umbrella, by Jove ! The alleged hero must have been my 
 stout friend of the elevated train. Ha! ha! he must have floated 
 like a cork. I can imagine him floundering in the water with a 
 buxom widow clinging to his neck, while he struggled to free him- 
 self, and spluttered, half choked with salt water and fear. Ha ! 
 ha! Those reporters are comical fellows. But I wish they could 
 have left my name out of this ridiculous aftair. Well, let's see the 
 end of it. '{Reading.) "Who knows but that this adventure may 
 prove only the beginning of a charming romance ? All honor and 
 happiness to the modest hero, Edward Stewart!" Yes, it says 
 distinctly " the modest hero, Edward Stewart." I see how it was. 
 Of course, they thought the umbrella belonged to the stout party. 
 Modest hero! How well that looks in print. {Glancing over the 
 paper) When you come to read it attentively that is really a very 
 well-written account. I can see just how it happened. A gentleman 
 is waving a farewell — perhaps to his sweetheart, who is on the 
 ferry-boat — just as I might have been doing to Lucy. Suddenly, 
 without a moment's warning, he finds himself in the river. A human 
 being is beside him. Calm, in the midst of danger, forgetting 
 himself for his fellow-being, feeHng the anxious and admiring gaze 
 of his distracted sweetheart upon him {excitedly , forgetting him- 
 self), I grasped the sinking form of tb.e young woman in one hand, 
 and amid the deafening applause of the crowd I bore her safely to 
 the shore. Then, exhausted and dripping with the icy waters of 
 
6 THE PROPOSAL. 
 
 the East River, I reached Lucy's side just in time to catch her faint- 
 \n<y form. When, with slowly returning consciousness, her beautiful 
 eyes met mine, they yielded the thrilling though unspoken message 
 of requited love! How beautiful! How inspiring! How little 
 we realize the latent sublimity of human character until occasion 
 brings it to the light ! 
 
 I wonder if Lucy has read the paper to-day. (Lookwg at the 
 paper. ^ "A Modest Hero!" I shouldn't be at all surprised if 
 she has, for I have heard her say that she made it a point to read 
 the news every day. Perhaps she is reading it at this very 
 minute! I hope she will not feel jealous of the charming widow. 
 I don't know, though ; perhaps a little wholesome jealousy would 
 be favorable to my prospects. I have always heard and read that 
 a woman never really appreciates her suitor's qualities until some 
 other woman has discovered them. Of course my conduct shall 
 be irreproachable in this matter, but I don't care if she feels just a 
 trifle — just the least bit — jealous. If she does, she will be able 
 to realize how I feel when I see her with that puppy, J. Montague 
 Smythe, confound him ! I wonder if it wouldn't be a good time 
 now to send her that proposal which I spent three nights in com- 
 posing, and which I have carried in my pocket ever since, because 
 I have not dared to send it ? {Takes paper frojn his pocket.') Let 
 me see. This is the one in blank verse, this is the sonnet, ah ! 
 here it is. {Examining the document.) Yes, that is really quite 
 good, and I shall never have a better chance than the present to 
 send it. 
 
 I must make a clean copy of it, though, for the date on this one 
 has grown old since it was' written. {Seats himself at table and 
 writes.) It's curious how sanguine I feel about this to-day. I 
 was never able to get my courage to the sticking-point before ; 
 but I have often heard that the men who are bravest in the 
 face of danger are the most arrant cowards in the presence of the 
 woman they love. I suppose there is a good deal of truth in that. 
 There now, there's my last card. If this does not win the game, 
 nothing will. But I am hopeful ; I feel that my star is in the 
 ascendant to-day. Now, then, to send the question whose answer 
 will decide my fate. Oh, by the way, I suppose I shall have to 
 make some sort of a reply to the fair widow. {Cottceitedly .) And 
 I may as well cut short this sentimental business at the start. 
 Let me see. {Writing.) "Mrs. Julia Simpkins . . . Dear 
 Madam ... I have to acknowledge the receipt of your kind 
 favor of this date . . . together with my umbrella . . . which 
 I regret you should have had . . . the trouble of attending to 
 {repeating) of attending to. . . . That's formal enough, I should 
 think, as a starter. . . . {Writing.) I am not aware of having 
 done anything to merit the complimentary things you are pleased 
 to write; but, if I have been of service to a fellow-being in any 
 way {hesitating) in any way . . . the fact that he is a lady . . . 
 no, that won't do — {writing) that fact is of itself sufficient reward. 
 Most respectfully yours, Edward Stewart." 
 
 i 
 
THE PROPOSAL. 7 
 
 There. Now for the address. {Addresses two envelopes.) 
 *' Miss Lucy Vanderveer, 5073 Lexington Avenue ; " " Mrs. 
 Julia Simpkins." {Seals the letters and rings bell, then goes 
 to the door, which he opens.') Mary {to some one outside), I 
 wish you would have these two letters despatched at once. This 
 one is for Miss Vanderveer at No. 5073, three doors from the 
 corner. You might take that yourself. The other you can send 
 by a district messenger. {Closes door.) Well, the deed is done ! 
 The die is cast ! And now all that remains for me to do is to 
 await the word that shall decide my fate. It will take Mary, say, 
 three minutes to reach the Vanderveers', then say it takes five 
 minutes more before the letter reaches Lucy's hands. Allow fifteen 
 minutes for Lucy to read and answer the letter. In less than half 
 an hour I shall probably know — Ah, darling, if you do but con- 
 sent! \U Why do I say "//".? She will, she must, she shall 
 be mine ! Heavens ! What if she should refuse me ? I was 
 perhaps too impatient. I should have waited a month or two 
 longer. I should have spoken to her myself instead of trusting 
 my fate to ink and paper. My eyes would have been eloquent, 
 even if my tongue had failed me. My emotion would have touched 
 her, while the cold written words will leave her unmoved. Yes, I 
 have made a mistake. {Rushes for the door.) Mary! Mary! 
 She's gone! Perhaps I can catch her! {Takes his hat and 
 rushes out, returnitig after an instant with a letter in his hand.) 
 Too late ! Just as I reached the front door, I ran into the ser- 
 vant who was bringing me back the answer. {Sadly.) An answer 
 so soon ! It must be " no." She would not have replied so 
 promptly if it had been "yes." {Turning the letter over in his 
 hands.) I don't dare to open it. Still, the word is written now ; 
 it will avail me nothing to defer the blow. {Opens the letter.) Eh ! 
 What! {Reading.) "There is evidently some mistake here. If 
 you have nothing particular to do, drop in for a few minutes. I 
 shall be at home all the afternoon." Some mistake ! Hello, why's 
 she written this on the back of my letter ! {Turning letter over.) 
 By Jove! I've sent her the wrong letter. Ha! ha! ha! I don't 
 wonder she couldn't understand it. Well, so much the better. 
 I'll go this afternoon, I'll go at once, and I'll tell her that I love 
 her, that I adore her, and that she must be mine. For once my 
 absent-mindedness has served me a good turn. {Pi4ts on his hat 
 and starts to go out. Suddenly recollecting.) Heavens! If I 
 sent Miss Vanderveer the letter I intended for Mrs. Simpkins, 
 then I must have sent Mrs. Simpkins the letter I meant for Miss 
 Vanderveer. Good gracious, I am lost ! I have proposed to the 
 widow ! Oh, pshaw, she will see of course that it is a mistake. 
 
 Will she, though ? Here's the rough draft. Let me see. 
 {Reads.) "I can no longer refrain from writing the words which 
 I longed to but dared not utter yesterday before parting from you. 
 I love you ! I loved you from the first moment that my eyes rested 
 on your beauty and grace ; and in the comparatively short time 
 
8 THE PROPOSAL. 
 
 which has ensued, I have learned to appreciate and admire those 
 
 qualities of mind and heart which place you so far above any 
 woman I have ever known. I do not presume to imagine that I 
 have already won your affection in return, but if there is the 
 slightest ray of hope, pray give me the benefit of the doubt, until I 
 can strive to gain, and, if possible, to deserve, the prize for which 
 I would gladly lay down my life.'' {Despairmgly .) Of course the 
 widow will take all that to herself. There is nothing there to 
 indicate that it was not intended for her. Why, fool that I was, 
 I have not even addressed Lucy by name. I am lost ! lost ! lost ! 
 {Falls back overco7neinto a chair. Then suddenly bright etiing itp.) 
 Perhaps she'll refuse me. Heavens, if she only would ! But no, 
 I shall have no such luck as that. She'll accept me. I may as 
 well make up my mind to that. The only question now is, what 
 shall I do then f Marry her .'' It makes my blood run cold when 
 I think of six httle orphans calling me papa ; six little angels to 
 trot around at night, to cherish, and provide for, and . . . and 
 spank. I might as well marry an orphan asylum at once, and be 
 done with it. But then, on the other hand, if I refuse to marry her 
 I shall be ruined just the same, for like as not I shall land into the 
 horrible notoriety of a breach-of-promise suit! On the strength of 
 that letter any intelligent jury will convict me without leaving their 
 seats. And in either case I am sure to lose Lucy. I can't survive 
 the disgrace ! Well, death is easy when there is nothing to live 
 for ! (A knock is heard.) A knock ! It is my knell ! It announces 
 the message of death ! {Strugglitig to be firm.) Come in ! Come 
 in, I say ! {Goes to the door.) A district messenger with the 
 widow's acceptance ! {As if to some one outside.) What ? 
 Couldn't find the address ? Brought back the letter ? Oh, my 
 dear, dear boy, you have saved my life ! I double your salary ! 
 I adopt you ! I make you heir to all I — to all I owe ! Here ; 
 here's a dollar for you, and — and tell your mother to embrace you 
 for me ! {Retiirning from door, capering and dancing wildly about 
 the room.) Saved! Saved from the orphan asylum ! I live again I 
 I am resurrected, and I shall marry Lucy Vanderveer ! I'll go to 
 her at once ! I'll fly on the wings of love ! {Picks up his coat, 
 hat and u?nbrella, and exit hastily.) 
 
 Curtain. 
 
AN ENTIRE NOVELTY. 
 
 THE GREAT MORAL 
 
 Dime Show 
 
 AN EHTERTAIfflEM IN ONE SCENE, 
 
 By MARY B. HORNE, 
 
 Author of "The Peak Sisters," Prof. Baxter's Gj6BAT' Ixventiox," 
 
 "The Book of Drills," "TitE Carxival of Days," 
 
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 Friday evening, February 5, 189L'. 
 
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 THEATRICAL PUBLISHERS, 
 
 No. 23 Winter Street, - Boston, Mass. 
 
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