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Bi 1 BAKER, 5 Hamilton Place, Boston y Mass« p SfJIjF i^r^^r^lFiQrtijpfinilir^^^lp^iprii^^ The Rev. Peter Brice, Bachelor A Play in One Act For Female Characters Only By BEULAH KING Notice to Professionals This play is published for the use of amateurs only. Profes- sional companies are forbidden the use of it in any form or under any title, without the consent of the author, who may be ad- dressed in care of the publishers. BOSTON WALTER H. BAKER & CO. 1919 FS- 35^l I513RV5 The Rev. Peter Brice, Bachelor CHARACTERS Susan, t^e maz'd, as yet unmarried. Miss Flora Flynn. Miss Delia Dodge. Miss May Marsh. Miss Clara Coombs. Miss Sara Sickles. Mrs. Polly Prince. Copyright, 19 19, by Walter H. Baker & Co. SEP 26 1919 ©Gta 52678 •^ The Rev. Peter Brice, Bachelor The scene represents sitting-room in Flora Flynn's home. A door leading on to the front verandah at the left hack; a window at the right hack. At the left side c. another door leading to the kitchen. A long old- fashioned sofa is directly heneath the window. A four-legged square table stands in the center of the room, draped with a runner that reaches almost to the floor. Left of the sofa is a fine old screen of tapestry and on the right side of the stage toward the front a cedar chest. Chairs, pictures, hooks, among them a huge album on the center table, etc. {At the rise of the curtain Susan is discovered dusting the center table. In a moment she finds sticking out of the album a newspaper having Mr. Brice's picture ' on the front page. ) Susan. Oh, my ^ soul, ain't he elegant ! Ain't he elegant! {She meditates a moment gazing at the pic- ture.) Poor man! Poor Mr. Brice, you don't know what you come to when you come to Chesterton— no, you don't. There's old maids and old maids and old maids by the hundreds, and you'll have to marry one of 'em, and no matter which one it is the rest'll kill you. Poor man! Poor Mr. Brice! They ain't a soul here for you to fall in love with 'cept the widow Polly Prince, and though they do say widows have a way of gettin' a husband better 'an old maids, you don't stand much chance of gettin' her, Mr. Brice— no, you don't, ^ .3 4 THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR Enter Flora, a spinster of about forty. Flora. Susan, what are you doing? Have you washed the teacups? Susan. No, ma'am, I was dusting. Flora. You were reading, Susan, and about Mr. Brice, which is very bold of you. Susan. I wasn't reading, ma'am. I was admiring his picture. Flora. Well, you have no right to such impudence, Susan. Where did you find the paper ? Susan. In the album, ma'am, when I was dusting. Flora. Give it to me, Susan, at once. You may go out now. Take your duster. {Exit Susan. Flora stands a moment gazing at the picture, then slozvly tears it out and places it in the album, Door-Bell rings. Enter Delia Dodge, a spinster of about forty.) Delia. I came a little early. I'm all of a flutter. (She gesticulates aimlessly during the conversation and slaps Flora affectionately now and then.) Just as I turned up Silow Street I struck a horrid bit of ice — one of those slides the children make — and down I went. Flora. My dear Delia, how frightful. Did any one see you ? Delia. See me ! What do you suppose ? The Rev- erend Mr. Brice saw me and helped me to my feet. {Silence.) Flora {coldly). The Reverend Mr. Brice helped you to your feet. It must have doubly repaid you for the fall, Delia. Delia. He took me right under my arms and before I knew it I was on my feet. I said : " My dear Mr. Brice, what can I do to repay you ? " And what do you 4:hink ? He simply took my arm and came way up the street with me, and I know he had a meeting of the Benefits. {They take seats, Delia having removed her things.) Flora. He was here yesterday and stayed to tea. THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR 5 Delia {still too much impressed with her own adven- ture to notice the remark). He must have been late, for the Benefits meet at tv^o sharp always. I v^onder what made him do it. (Smiling.) I wonder. Flora. Last night he had a meeting of the Parish Committee. I think he must have forgotten it altogether. I thought he'd never go. Delia. Was he here last night ? Was he, Flora ? (Bell rings and Flora answers. Enter May Marsh, another spinster of about forty.) May (much excited and not noticing Delia). Don't tell me Fm the first one. I've the funniest thing to tell you ever knew. I was walking up Silow Street and I went down ker-whack on that hateful ice, and who should pick me up but the Reverend Peter. (Turning.) Oh, hullo, Delia ! I didn't see you. (She takes off things and sits down.) Delia. Did — did he walk up here with you ? May. I should say he did and held my arm so tight I can feel his fingers now. Flora. There, Delia, I guess the Benefits are all on the ice on Silow Street. May. What do you mean? Flora. Nothing except that he picked Delia up in the same way and escorted her to my door. [Exit Flora to the kitchen. May (zvith spite). He did! Well, I don't believe he held her arm. Delia. Indeed he did, didn't he, Flora? I told him I was, oh, so timid on ice. May. Well, if that's the hint you cast I don't see what the poor man could do but hold your arm. Delia. I'm sure he needn't have if he didn't want to. Men don't do things unless they want to. May. Um, Miss Delia, pray tell us where you got your sudden knowledge of mankind. Mr. Brice is a gentleman and if he saw a poor lady slip on the ice he'd pick her up if she was a grandmother. THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR Delia {bewildered), Vm. not a grandmother and you needn't start things, May Marsh. May. Start things? Fm not starting things. Vm. just saying that Mr. Brice picked me up and walked with me up Silow Street {with emphasis) and squeezed my arm all the way — and I'll add, too, there was not much need of it after we passed the ice on the corner. - Delia {testily). You are insinuating things, May Marsh. May. Insinuating things, am I? {Smiling.) Well, no one has a better right. Delia. Well you are, so there, and youVe spoilt my afternoon. {Enter Flora. She sits down and takes up work.) I don't know what you mean by having a better right. You act as if you owned Mr. Brice. May. Well, I guess I have as much right to own him as you or anybody else. Delia. Perhaps you have but you needn't say so. I think you make very bold remarks, and Fm not the only one that thinks so either. May. What do I care what you think? You're only jealous, that's all. Delia. Jealous? Jealous? May. Yes, jealous. I could tell you a few things about Mr. Brice. You forget he boards at my sister's. Delia. Which advantage you make the most of, I haven't a doubt. Mrs. Campbell told me you were never known to take a meal there before he came and now May. Mrs. Campbell can mind her own business, Delia Dodge. She isn't satisfied with one man, from all 1 hear. As for my taking meals at my sister's, I'd like to know who has a better right, and I shall go there as often as I like, and you may sit and tear your hair with envy. Delia. It wouldn't be envy. May, when I know you're doing the chasing, for even if you did marry Mr. Brice it wouldn't be anything he had done to bring it about. There is such a thing as trapping a man. It can be done. May. I suppose you're studying the methods used. Delia. I don't need to. THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR 7 May. You mean you are already informed. I knew you believed in preparedness. Flora. There, there, do hush. I've sent Susan out ;with some ashes, and everything v^ill be all right. {Door-hell. Flora admits Clara Coombs, a spinster of about forty, much flustered; her hat awry.) Clara. Oh, let me in, do. I must be a fright. I fell down on the ice on Silow Street, and if it hadn't been for Mr. Brice I might never have got up again. Such a dear man! There never was another like him I do believe, and to think he has no one to do for him. Oh, Flora ! {Takes off her wraps and sits down. Flora follows.) May. You're not the only one, Clara dear, who would do for him, not by a long shot. Clara. Really it was too exciting. He caught my hand and really he put one arm about me to steady me — oh — really ! Delia. He put an arm about you, Clara? What do you mean? Clara. Well, there, I oughtn't to have told it. I know he wouldn't want me to by the way he looked at me when he did it. May. Who's insinuating now, Delia? Delia. Well, it's not I. I wouldn't stoop to such things. May. You see, Clara, what Delia accuses you of. Delia. I don't believe there was anything but pity in Mr. Brice's look. Clara. Ah, my dear, but pity is akin to tove. May. You assume too much, Clara. Probably Mr. Brice has fallen on ice himself once or twice and knows the resulting aches. Clara. But I don't feel any aches. May. No, you wouldn't. I didn't. Neither did Delia. Delia. Weren't you surprised, Clara, when he picked you up ? Clara. Yes, I didn't see a soul, and I was just thank- ing my lucky star, for really I was quite a mess. 8 THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR May. And now I suppose you have offered more than thanks to that same lucky star for this very pre- dicament. Clara. Why, May, you talk as if 1 liked to fall all in a heap and have Mr. Brice pick me up. May. Well, don't you ? Delia. You might choose a more becoming situation, mightn't you, Clara? May. But hardly a more daring one. Clara. Daring ! May Marsh, if you're trying to say I'm daring {Door-hell; Flora admits Sara Sickles, a spinster of about forty.) Flora. Good-afternoon, Sara ; I hope you haven't had a fall. Sara (bowing to the rest). A fall? What do you mean ? Delia (much excited; goes right up to her and button- holes her). Did Mr. Brice pick you up? May. Pick her up? That sounds kind of bad, Delia, and from you. Delia. I mean did you fall dn the ice ? Sara. No, but I might have. It v^as the funniest thing. Just as I started up Silov^ Street I met Mr. Brice going down and he turned and came back with me, way up to the foot of your steps. Flora. I was surprised. Whatever do you suppose made him do it? Really, I can't understand, and the more I think about it the stranger it seems. (She takes off her wraps and finds a seat. Delia goes back to her chair.) Clara. I should say — quite uncalled for. Sara. I don't know what you mean, Clara Coombs. I suppose he walked up with me for the sole reason that he wanted to. Men generally walk with a lady for that reason. Delia. Oh, Sara! Sara. At any rate he was terribly nice, and I intend to have- him to tea right away. I will say his turning THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR 9 back with me was the fartherest thing from my mind and it's set me to thinking. May. Well, don't think too hard, Sara, for he's turned back with all of us. Sara. What do you mean ? May (laughing) . There seems to be a general mis- understanding in the atmosphere. As for what I mean, Sara dear, I mean just what I say. The Reverend Peter Brice has conducted us each one in turn to Miss Flora Flynn's front steps. Clara. He came up to the door with me. Others. He did! (Pause.) May. That's strange. Clara. I don't see what there is strange in a man's conducting a lady to the end of her journey. Flora. There isn't, my dear. Only he didn't do so with the others. Clara (with a little smirk). Well, I can't help that, can I ? May (sarcastically). No, no, Clara, no one can blame you for the charms nature has so bounteously bestowed upon you. Clara. He was terrible nice. I invited him up to dinner. I really had to. He positively hinted. Sara. That's nothing. What do you suppose ? Why, he asked me if I liked housekeeping. (Pause.) Others. Well ! Sara. It was terrible embarrassing, and I don't know to this minute what I said. Delia. I don't see why you should feel embarrassed, Sara dear. I'm sure I didn't even blush when he en- quired if I really liked the plans of the parsonage. Others. He did! Flora. He asked you that ! Delia. Um-um, I haven't mentioned it before but he did. May. You shouldn't feel hope at the question, dear, for I heard him ask old Mr. Phipps the same thing. Delia. Well — ^when a man asks a woman Flora (impatiently). I wonder what's become of 10 THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR Susan. She's been gone long enough to ash every side- walk in tov^n. May (rising and looking out the window). Here she comes ! Oh, Flora, look ! Quick ! (Flora and the rest rush and look out of the window.) Delia. For heaven's sake ! May. Who v^ould have thought it ? Delia. Has he got hold of her arm? Sara. He has ! I do believe he has ! Flora. That impudent little hussy. I'll give her a piece of my mind. Clara. Oh, poor girl, she's limping ! Flora. Of course she's limping. You don't suppose — you don't suppose Mr, Brice v^^ould have v^alked v^ith her for any other reason. She's pretending she sprained her ankle — sprained her ankle ! Bah ! Sara. There! He's left her. She's gone round to the other door. {They gaze a moment after Mr. Brice stealthily, then take their seats.) Flora. Make yourselves comfortable, ladies, and I'll get some tea. [Exit. Sara. Whatever can the Reverend Peter be doing on Silov^ Street all this time? Delia. I think he v^as due at the Benefit at tv^o o'clock. May. Poor man ! Evidently he's made several at- tempts to get there but his chivalry got the upper hands of him. Clara. Chivalry? I don't know as you would say it was chivalry — wholly. May. First it was, and then it became a case of justice. (Flora calls May out.) Delia {in a stage whisper). Isn't May queer? She's just crazy over Mr. Brice, and she pretends she isn't. Clara. What's the use of pretending? We know how she feelsj THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR II Sara. Maybe you do, Clara, but you needn't insinu- ate things about the rest of us. Delia. That's right, Sara. I'm sure no thoughts other than those one would have for one's pastor ever enter my head and if they did I'd consider them im- modest. Clara (ignoring their remarks). May Marsh spends half her time at her sister's. It's very funny they've be- come such friends all of a sudden. They used to quarrel enough. Sara. They say she sets an elegant table. Don't you think Mr. Brice looks so vi^ell ? Delia (with a sigh). Perfect, and such a complexion. Clara. She takes supper there twice a week and Mrs. Carr told me that May Enter May c, with tea wagon. Tea is served, etc. May. May, what ? Come, say it ! Sara. That May was the best month to be married in. May, No such thing. June is. I intend to be mar- ried in June. Delia (excited). You intend! What do you mean. May? You sound as if you really had some one. May. Perhaps I have. You wouldn't know it, if I did. I don't tell everything. Delia (fluttering). Well — well — of course May. Why didn't Flora ask Mrs. Prince ? Sara. The little minx ! I'm glad she didn't. May. So am I, for that matter. She, too,i might have fallen on the ice and been picked up by the reverend gentleman, and something besides mere assistance might have taken place. Delia. You don't think Enter Flora. May. No, no, I think she's a horrid little thing, and that Mr. Brice is too good for her; and what's more he has sense enough to know it. Clara. She puts herself in his way, which is a very unbecoming thing in a young widow. p^ 12 THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR Flora. Who, Mrs. Prince? Well, of course, Mr. Brice has to be kind to her. Did you know the Benefits are obliged to help her ? Sara. What ! Help Mrs. Prince ! I shall never con- tribute another cent to that fund, never, if that's where their money goes. Clara. I suppose that's how she bought that black velvet that she thinks is so becoming. May. You are mistaken about the Benefit Fund help- ing her. She has a small income from some investment. Flora. Don't uphold her. May. May. I don't uphold her. She's a sly little minx. Sara. Hasn't she the queerest eyes? May. Ca-atty. Clara. She has such a quiet little way you always feel she's up to mischief when you're not looking. Flora. And when you are, too, for that matter. Delia. I'd like to know her past. I don't believe she ever had a husband. She says she did to make us envious. May. Envious! Fm the last person she'd make en- vious with that remark. {The rest exchange meaning glances.) Flora. I don't like the way she dresses and Fm sure Mr. Brice was shocked the night of the festival. He didn't take his eyes off of her the whole evening. May. He has that habit, I admit. Clara. She ogled him into walking home with her the other night. It was the funniest thing — I stood right there and saw it all. He intended to come with me, I know, by what he said Flora. The night of the supper? He couldn't have, Clara dear, for he asked me when I was going home Delia. The supper the fifteenth? Why, that's the night he found my rubbers for me and said : " Wait a moment, Miss Dodge, I want to get you home safely." May. Well, of course I don't want you to think I doubt you, ladies, but that was the night he came home with me. THE REV. PETER BRiCE, BACHELOR I3 Flora (in confidence to Delia). He didn't. He really came along with Mrs. Prince and May followed. May. I had just got my wraps on and was putting up my umbrella when up he walked and took my arm Delia (who has been gadng dreamily into her teacup). Who can read tea grounds ? Sara (taking Delia's cup). I used to. Let's see. Others (moving close about her). What is it? What does it say? Sara. A long — journey for you — a journey — a-Ione! Delia. Alone ? Does it say alone, Sara ? Sara. Yes, positively alone! (Others pass up their cups. Sara takes Clara's.) Oh, Clara, a letter! Clara (much excited). A letter? From whom? Sara. From a woman who loves you. Clara (showing her disappointment). A woman? — A woman who loves me. Who can it be ? Flora ■ (with spite). Your Aunt Annette ! Clara (sighing). Oh, yes, I quite forgot Aunt An- nette for the moment. Sara (who has been examining Flora's cup). Yours doesn't seem to say much of anything. Flora. Flora. No, I thought as much. Sara. Where's yours, May ? May (handing hers to Sara). Oh, I have a whole lot of them. Look! Sara (contemplating the grounds). Um-um, I see a fortune and much happiness — a change of affairs. May. Happiness ? A change of affairs ? Sara. Um-um, a relative is to leave you some money — lots of it ; and you are going away — some one is going with you — a — a ma May. Some one — a m (Pause.) Sara. No, not a man; your sister's little boy. Now for my grounds. (Takes her cup from the saucer.) Oh — oh — oh — oh (Buries her face in her hand.) A man is coming to call — a professional man — and he's going to ask me something — I don't know what. Flora. Probably a lawyer to ask you to pay youi: bills. 14 THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR Sara (ignoring the remark). He's dark an3 hand^ some. ( Flora. Lawyer Sims is handsome. ^ Sara. And all the girls are crazy over him. {Scruti- nizing the grounds. ) There's one May. For mercy sakes, Sara, let's see these miracu- lous tea grounds. {They pass around the cup.) Delia (softly). They do look ominous, and he walked back with her and she hadn't even slipped. (Sara gazes into the cup.) Sara. Oh — oh, I know now what he's going to ask. Flora. Which is probably more than he does. Delia. Do you think there's anything in it, Clara ? Clara. I would if he hadn't come up to the door with me. Delia. But he came up with me first. Clara. That doesn't signify anything. Flora (foreseeing another fuss). There, I almost for- got. We must decide about the committee for the Fair. Shall we or shall we not have Mrs. Prince ? May. We shall not ! (Susan comes in and starts to remove tea things.) Delia. The poor little thing! I do think we ought to take her up. Sara. Yes, of course. Put her on the apron table. That's never popular with the men. Clara. Let her take charge and have things her own way. She'll "feel flattered. Flora. The Reverend Mr. Brice will appreciate our kindness. (Susan drops and breaks teacup.) Susan, what is the matter with you? Delia. They tell me she can sew beautifully. Per- haps she'll make us some embroideries if we're nice to her. Sara. I suppose it's our duty to be nice to her being Christians. Mr. Brice (Susan drops and breaks another cup.) THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR 1 5 Flora. Susan, leave the room. Susan {near tears). Oh, ma'am, forgive me. It's the mention of that name. Flora. Susan, leave the room at once. {Exit Susan hi tears.) She's just silly enough to think Mr. Brice is in love with her because he saw her home safe. {IVith meaning.) Of all the nonsense of some people! May (^3' the window). Oh, my soul ! Here she comes just as true as I live! What shall we do? Others. Who ? May. Mrs. Prince. - Flora {rushing to window). It isn't. Delia {rushing to windozv). Is she alone? {The rest go to zvindow and peer out.) Flora. And to think I didn't invite her ! Clara. That's all right. Tell her she's on committee and must serve Thursday night. That'll fix things all right. Flora. No — no, no, no. She will never forgive me. You must hide, all of you, quick, anywhere. {They look about for a moment, then Delia rushes to the sofa and crawls under. Clara scrambles under the table and is completely hidden by the long runner. May gets behind the screen and Sara jumps into the chest, holding the cover partly up in order to hear zvhafs going on. Bell rings. Flora pushes the tea wagon out and goes to the door.) My dear Mrs. Prince, do come in. I'm delighted to see you. ^ Enter Mrs. Polly Prince, a beautiful young woman. Polly. Thank you. Miss Flynn. (Flora nods to a chair and they sit.) You are kind to say so. Flora. I've been meaning to get down to see you at Mrs. Lind's but it seems I haven't had a minute. Do take off your coat. Polly. I'll throw it back. I can't stop long. Flora. I was thinking about you to-day. I made some sponge cakes and they were especially good. I in- tended to come over and bring you some but it was so slippery. l6 THE REV. PETER BRICE, BACHELOR Polly. Isn't It terrible? I fell flat on SIlow Street and I felt so foolish I wanted to sink through the ground. ( The chest cover rises a hit, the screen moves and Susan is seen to appear behind the portiere of the door leading to the kitchen. Flora sees her zvith much annoyance, but Mrs. Prince does not.) Luckily there wasn't a soul in sight so I scrambled up. Oh, isn't it aw-fid to fall down ? Flora. I've been fortunate this year. I haven't fallen once but It would have been like me to go flat when I had those cakes. Polly. Your cakes are so delicious, I'm sorry It was slippery. Flora. Do you think so ? I Intend to make some for the Fair. People always like them, men- folks especially. By the way, will you serve on committee? We are so anxious to have you. Polly. What's the date. Miss Flynn? Flora. Two weeks from to-day — the 27th. F01.1.Y (breathily). The 27th? Flora (gayly). Yes, an all day affair! Polly. Oh, I'm so sorry but I can't. Flora (suspiciously) . You have an engagement? F0LL.Y (shyly). Y-es. Flora. Can't you postpone It? Polly. N-o, n-ot very well. Flora (determined) . Is it as important as all that? Polly (driven to desperation). Yes. You — you — you see it's this way, Miss Flynn. On that day, the 27th, I am to marry Mr. Peter Brice ! (Flora starts from her chair. The screen is seen to lurch, also the table. The sofa rises clear of its front legs and the cover of the cedar chest flies back revealing the much disturbed Sara, a veritable Jack- in-the-box. And lastly Susan, who has been folded in the drapery of the plush portiere, emits one lone shriek and falls forward onto the floor. ) CURTAIN The Americana Anita's Trial Art Clubs are Trumps Behind the Scenes The Camp Fire Girls A Case for Sherlock Holmes The Farmerette Getting the Range Her First Assignment Hitty's Service Flag Joint Owners in Spaia A King's Daughter The Knitting Club Meets A Lady to Call Leave it to Polly The Minute Man Miss Fearless & Co. A Modern Cinderella Moth- Balls Rebecca's Triumph The Thirteenth Star Twelve Old Maids An Awkward Squad The Blow Up of Algernon Blow The Boy Scouts A Close Shave The First National Boot A nalf=- Back's Interference His Father's Son The Man With the Nose On the Quiet The People's Money A Regular Rah ! 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