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 Heroic Dutclraian of '7(1 8 " 
 
 Henrv Granden 11 J* 
 
 T^fow He Did Tt 3 2 
 
 "•^n TrPiU<!iires 4 2 
 
 Huhtat of the Alps 9 4 
 
 Hidden Hand 15 7 
 
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 Ladvof I.von« 12 5 
 
 Ladv Andlev's Secret fi 4 
 
 DojJt in London 'i 4 
 
 Man and Wife 12 7 
 
 Maud's Peril r, ?, 
 
 Midnight Mistake « 2 
 
 Millie, the Quadroon 4 1 
 
 Minam'.s Crime 5 2 
 
 Mi.-hael Erie 8 .'! 
 
 Miller of I>prwf>nt Water 5 2 
 
 Mistletoe Boufrh 7 .'{ 
 
 Moiint,eb.anka (The) fi 2 
 
 Old Honesty 5 2 
 
 Old Phi''s Birthday 5 .3 
 
 0«tca.st's Wife 12 3 
 
 Out on the World 5 4 
 
 OMtli Bound fi 2 
 
 Painter of (Jhent 5 3 
 
 Poacher's Doom 8 3 
 
 Rever.ses... 12 Fi 
 
 Roek Allen 5 .3 
 
 Sov of Atlanta, 25c 14 .^ 
 
 Thekla 9 4 
 
 Tiie False Friend fi 1 
 
 The Fatfll Hlow 7 1 
 
 The Forty-Niners 10 4 
 
 The Dutch Recruit 2'c 14 3 
 
 The Gentlem.an in-Black 9 4 
 
 The New Magdalen '8 3 
 
 The Reward of Crimo 5 3 
 
 ThrouKh Snow and S-iinshiue fi 4 
 
 7 The Vow of the Oruaui 
 
 201 Ticket of Lkivc Man 
 
 193 Toudles 
 
 2()0 I'ncle Tom's (,'abin 1 
 
 121 Will-o'-thL--Wis|. 
 
 41 Won at Last , 
 
 192 Zi..)u 7 1 
 
 TEMPERANCE PLAYS. 
 
 73 At Last 7 1 
 
 75 Adrift 5 4 
 
 1.S7 Aunt Diiiah'.s I'ledjte (i 3 
 
 2.54 Dot; the ^liner's Daughter... 9 5 
 
 202 Drunkard (The] 13 5 
 
 185 Drmikari's \\'arninjr (i 3 
 
 1.S9 Drunkard's Doom l". 
 
 181 Fiftein Years of a Drunk- 
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 183 Fruits of the Wine Cup li o 
 
 104 Jiost 6. 2 
 
 14() Our Awful Aunt 4 4 
 
 .5.3 Out in the Streets 6 4 
 
 51 Rescued 5 3 
 
 59 Saved 2 3 
 
 102 'Turn of tlie Tide 7 4 
 
 t>i Three <ilasses a Day 4 2 
 
 fi2 Ten Xights in a Bar-RiKiin .. 7 ;> 
 
 5^S Wrecked 
 
 COMEDIES. 
 
 IfiS A Pleasure Trip . ., 
 
 I3fi A Lcg.'il Holiday 5 3 
 
 124 An Afflicted Family 7 .t 
 
 257 Caught in the Aot ■ " 
 
 248 Captured. 
 
 178 Caste 
 
 199 Home 4 .. 
 
 174 Love's Labor Not Lost 3 3 
 
 149 New Years in N. Y^ 7 fi 
 
 37 Not So Bad After All C 5 
 
 237 Not Such a Fooi as He Lodks (i 3 
 
 120 Our Daughters 8-G 
 
 114 Passions 8 4 
 
 219 Rags and Bottles 4 1 
 
 239 .Scale with Siiarps and Flats.. 3 2 
 
 221 Solon Shiiiglo 14 2 
 
 S7 The Biter Bit 3 2 
 
 249 $2,000 Reward ..2 
 
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 16 The Serf 
 
 FARCES AND COMEDIETTAS. 
 
 12t> .-Var-u-ag-oos j 1 
 
 132 Actor and Servant 1 i 
 
 12 A Capital Match : 2 
 
 Kifi ATe.xan Mother-iIl-L:l^^ . 4 G 
 
 ■iO A Day Well Spent " 5 
 
 lfi9 A Regular Fix 
 
 SO Alarmingly Suspicious 
 
 7 8 An Awfiil Criminal 
 
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 Col. Kufus Hadle y Father of Vixeu 
 
 i'Pat From Killarney 
 
 Arthur Burton Lorena Preston's lover 
 
 Lawrence Duffield Poetic yoitng man 
 
 ^Keginald Morton Admirer of Laura Castleton 
 
 jLoRENA Preston A lady of honor 
 
 kjAURA^CASTLETON A schcmer 
 
 I Vixen The lost child 
 
 
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 The scene te laid in Warnock, Belmont County Ohio 
 
 Costumes— Modern. 
 
 Time of Eepresentatlon— 2 Hours, 
 
 
 STAGE BIEECTIONS. 
 
 ' ».,Tiie9ins fSe^i'y t.i i^eft; e. h., Right Hand; l. h.. Left Hand; a.. Centra; q. k; 
 t(2d E.,) Second Entrance; u. e., Upper Entranco; m. d.. Middle Door; f., tia FlUi 
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 ■ .v- -T _.*•• The reader is suppoeed to be upon the Stage facing the an die no e. 
 
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Clearing the Mists. 
 
 ACT I. 
 
 SCENE I— Street. Pat sings xoithoni. 
 
 "I'll go back ngjiiii to tho land I love so well. 
 
 Farewell to BuUly and to Barney, 
 
 Go back to wbcre my darling; Elsie sleeps, , 
 
 Up 'niong the lakes of Killarney." • -- • 
 
 Enter, Pat, r., dressed in old clothes. 
 
 ' Pnt. Ocli 1 Becorra, r.nd I'm all broke up : I'll jist teTI ye T^Jtf « 
 tbc matter; fate lias been pin vino; tlie very divil wid poor old Pat! 
 Sure didn't I win tlie sweet Biddy ISfalonc, as ]>nrty a lady as iver 
 ye saw, and we settled down in onr little cot, with a wee patch for 
 praties. After a while a little auir'd came to bless our home — little 
 Elsie, the darlint! God blo-s her! and I were a happy man ; for 
 sui'«, wlien I wor cninirio; homo from work she would run out 
 nnd put her wee little arir.s around my neck and would say, "I love 
 you, daddy!" But we soon saw that our little darlint was gitthi' 
 whiter every day, and she didn't run out to meet me any more; and 
 one day she iist fell aslape and they came and took her away and 
 put her in the C(dd, dark ground. Och ! Begorra, and I'm all broke 
 up! {vnpcs eyes) Me poor Biddy died of a broken heart and left 
 me alone intirely. So I thought I would come to Ameriky and 
 forget me grief. So here I am — walking the streets of Warnock, 
 and begging a man for a penny — but my heart will turn back to 
 where me darlints lie up 'jnong the lakes of Killarney. 
 
 (retires to back oj stage 
 
 Enter, CoLOXKL ITadt.ey, u. — dressed v-oorly. 
 
 Colonel. Yes— yo? — twenty years a<ro T lost her, my darlint 
 ehild; lost her down in Dixie, apd here I am — nothing but a beggar! 
 
 Fat. {(/side) Abeu'gar? (almid) TTollo. pard! (Coloxkl sini-^s) 
 How's luck? for I seehv the music of you're chinj'ou're in the samo 
 biz as meself — only a beggar I 
 
 C<d. Yes; only a beggar! But once it was not so. Long years 
 sgo I lost a little girl 
 
 Pat. Sh— sh — stay there, pard ! You've struck a tender place In 
 Old Pat's heart. I, too, lost a little girl. She lies over la Ireland, 
 
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 up 'mong the lakes of Killarney. But its nil riglit, pard, she's up 
 there now with the pure white au>iels. 
 
 Col. No, Fat, you niisuuderstand me, 3/// little o'irl did not die — 
 v'ould to God she'had! 'J'hat would he hetter tiian the agony of 
 knowing that she is somewhere in the wide world, perhaps with no 
 hand to guide her in the path of purity and truth. 
 
 Pat. Uedad, that is a bad job ' But how was it? Old Pat has a 
 heart full of svuipalhy for any man who has trouble and sorrow. 
 
 Col. Well,' Pat, I'll tell yon my story. My name is Hadlej' — 
 Colonel Rufus Hadley. I'm from Georgia — Irom dear old Dixie ; 
 suid I was once wealthy and respected. George Preston and I were 
 schoolboys together. We had the misfortune to fail in love with the 
 same girl; she accepted me. Had she nnuried him I would gladly 
 have left them to their happiness; but he was tilled with rage, and 
 swore vengeance. He left the country and I thought we were 
 safe. The happy months rolled by and a little girl came to our 
 liome; we little thought of the great cloud that was hanging over 
 lis, for my little girl was snatched away from us by my rival, George 
 Preston. 1 have spent thousands in search of her. Besides, 1 in- 
 vested several thousand in the Trans Atlantic Silver Co., which I 
 never expect to hear from ; and thus it is that yo\i see me a begaar, 
 but still searching for my lost child. 
 
 Pat. Och ! that is a bad job — a very bad job ! But was there 
 nothing you could trace her by, or know her if you met her? 
 
 Col. Nothing save a little locket, with a lock of her mother's 
 hair inside, 
 
 Enter, Laura Castleton, l. — slowly passes behind. 
 
 —and her own name. Vixen, engraved upon it. (paces stage) Oh> 
 where is my child to-day? Out ni the world ! Perhaps unprotected, 
 tincared for, is my own darling child I Oii, Yixenl Vixen! My 
 child I My child! 
 
 /Stands icith folded hands and bowed head while voices xoithout sing e 
 
 verse of " Where is my Child To-night f 
 
 SLOW CUKTAIN. 
 
 SCENE II — Parlor in Lorena PE£STo^''s house. 
 Vixen discovered. 
 
 Vixen. Another year has passed. Again the roses are in bloom 
 All nature is alive with joy and / still am lost to those who love me 
 best. Oh, where is my father and my dear mother? How well I 
 remember her sweet face! Oh, what must be the agony of their 
 hearts, to know that somewhere out in this world of sin and sorrow, 
 is their first born child ! Oh, that this little, locket might speak, 
 (produces locket) and tell me where to find my parents! Plere is a 
 lock of hair, doubtless that of my mother. I will ever wear it near 
 my heart; perhaps it may prove itself a happy talisman to lead me 
 to ray parents. 
 
 Enter, Loreka Preston, r. 
 
 Lorena. "What, Vixen ; brooding over your trouble again ? 
 Vix. Oh, Lorena, how can I help it? What must be the feelings 
 of my parents? Their hearts must be full of agony, when they 
 
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 re.'ilize th.-it tlieii- own darliiit^ child, tlieir lir.st born, the cliild they 
 huve watched over :uid pniyed for, is lost to them R)revei. 
 
 Lor. No; not forever. Vixen! Ivcnieniher there is ;i time coming 
 M'hen friends ,shnll meet, and sliall ehtsp iiands, never to part again. 
 Ic may seem hard; hut because Ahnighiy God hatli done it, it is 
 just. 
 
 Vi.c. Just! Just! JIow can it l)e just? Wliat sin had I done 
 tliat 1 shoidd be lorn Irom iheir arms almost before 1 could lisp the 
 sainted name of moti.er. 
 
 Lor. Y(!s, Vixen, my lather's sin loas a grievous one; but do not 
 despair. 1 will do all / can to place you in jH)ur parent's arms. 
 And as my fatiu'r sinned, his daugiiter will ever try to make amends 
 for tiiat sin. 1 w ill do all in my jjower to restore you to your pa- 
 rents, and if that is im[,()<silile, 1 will ever be your friend, seeking to 
 follow tiie divine injunction, "Jiear ye one anothers burden." 
 
 Vlx. Thank you, Lorena! Your words are like balm to my 
 aching lieart. May heaven bless you for Ihein ! 
 
 Lor. And now cheer iij) and look your prettiest, for I saw Mr. 
 Duftleld coming up tiie road, doubtless for a morning call; so I will 
 leave yon too "tete a lete" while 1 look after my flowers. (e./ui, k. 
 
 Vix. Mr. DulHeld coming! AVell, I don't know what to think of 
 the fellow! I am atraid 1 am beginning to like him for all his senti- 
 ment and poetry; tor I do believe that beneath all ids nonsense, he 
 has a hearc that is noble and good. 
 
 Enter, Lawuekce Duffikld, i.. — music. 
 — Good morning, Mr. Dulfield! 
 
 Lawrence. Good morning, iNfiss Vixen! 
 
 Vix. Tins is a sidendid morning, iNLr. Dutlield! 
 
 Lawrence. Simply grand! Wiiy, there is sometliing in the very 
 air this mornuig that seems to give a man inspiration, I thought 
 that if all poets liad such adorable and fascinating objects as your- 
 self to write about, that our poetry woidd be more sublime, more 
 heavenly; for though the l)irds sang ten times sweeter, though the 
 flowers blushed ten times more daintily as the gentle zei)hyrs kissed 
 their cheeks, tliongh the beauties of nature were; doubled, aye, 
 trebled; j'et its beauty could not comj)ai-e with tiie loveliness of 
 your own beautitul self. 
 
 "For the beantii^s of nature are noble — arc grand; 
 Bnt the beauties of nature never can stand 
 'Gainst thy beauty, sweet maiden; for ihou art the best 
 Of all womaidiood, which by heaven we're blest." 
 Vix. Thank yon, Mr. Dutlield! Bnt [ ain afraid you are most 
 too enthnsiastic. 1 am hartily in sympathy with the morning, for I 
 !iave been thiidiing of my own lost condition. 1 sometimes think 
 lite is not worth the living. JMr. Uullield, I think it must be grand 
 to be able, at a moment's notice, to compose some of tlie most 
 beautiful lyrics on any subject that can he presented. 
 
 Laiorence. It is a grand gift, Miss Vixen; and one for which I am 
 ever thankful. 1 heartily sympatiiize with you in your sorrow; and 
 if you are ever in need of help in any way, let me know and I will help 
 yim ail 1 can. 
 
 Vix. Thinik you, Mr. Duflleld! 
 
 Lawrence. Always Mr. — why not Lawrence — sounds better — not 
 jsO conventional. But speaking of poetry — the editors of the maga- 
 zines hardly seem tQ recognize uiy poetical taieut. 1 generally gee 
 
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 'my mannscripts returned with ''thanks." Shall I read you my last 
 endeavor ? 
 
 Vix. Oh, yes! I should be delighted to hear it I 
 Lawrence. It is entitled, "An Ode to my Love." 
 '.reads You're a daisy ! You're a darling I 
 You're the flower of my heart! 
 Oh, that through this world of ti'ouble, 
 You and I might never part. 
 
 I am ever thinking of thee, 
 And I see thee in my dreams; 
 Oh, that it were reality, 
 What to me in fancy seems. 
 
 Oh, dear love, if but one moment, 
 I might clasp you in my arms; 
 I would shield you from all danger, 
 I'd protect you from all harms. 
 
 •^h, that r mij:ht e'er be with thee. 
 Through this world of ceaseless sin ; 
 ■^hen that saddest of words we ne'er need say, ' 
 ?■ ^las! it might have been. 
 
 ^eath will part us. lovolv maiden; 
 Oh, how very pad 'twill be! 
 V But I trust that wo shall meet again, 
 A-- In the great eternity." 
 
 .—What do yon think of that, Miss Vixen ? 
 
 ' Vix. I think it is splendid, ISIr. Duflield Oh, I forgot Law- 
 rence, I mean! How some hearts would throb at receiving such a 
 missive. 
 
 Laicrence. Aye, there is nothing like poetry to open the most 
 obdurate heart. It seems to be a magic key to open the portals of 
 the enchanted, to tear down the walls of prejudice and let love step 
 in without contention. 
 
 Vix. I quite agree with you that poetry is one of Cupid's 
 most subtle ways of gaining ncc-ss to the lienrt. 
 
 Lawrence. I have been thinking about you, IMiss Vixen, and I 
 believe I will have to put your story in vcvsc. Would you like to 
 have me do so? 
 
 Vix. Oh, certainly ! I should like it very much. 
 
 Laicrence. But is there no chance of you ever finding your 
 parents. 
 
 Vix. No, I scarcely dare to hope. Mr. Preston died without- 
 giving the name of my parents or any clew whereby I miglit be 
 restored to them. 
 
 _ Laiorence. Aye, it is sad— very sad; but we must remember the 
 immortal words of Longfellow : 
 
 "Into eacli life some rain must fall, 
 Some days be dark and dreary." 
 
 Vix. Yes; still I cannot say that I am nltogether unhappy. I 
 would very much like to have vou compose some impron.'ptu poetry 
 on some subject which I shall propose. 
 
 Lawrence. 1 shall be delighted to do so if it is In my power. 
 
CLExWaxa 1H±: MISTS. 
 
 Viz. Of oourse it is in j'OLir power. Now won't you compose a 
 stanzii on this bunch of flowers i' 
 
 Lawrence. AVitli all my heart I 
 "These flowers are tilled with fragrance and their beauty is sublime; 
 Oh, that tliey aiight last forever, e'en until tlie end of time. 
 Their presence so enhance the beauty of the morn; 
 But tliey're not half so pretty as the hissie tliey adorn* 
 
 Vix. You really should be rewarded for that, Mr. Duftlekl. It 
 was really a flue compliment. 
 
 Lawrence. I ask but a elight reward. Will you give it to me, 
 Miss Vixen? 
 
 Vix. Conditionally I will. 
 
 Lawrence. The reward I ask, is one kiss from your sweet lips. 
 
 (places his arm about her waist 
 Vix. (jumping vp) I think you are rather familiar! I fear I 
 cannot grant your rerpicst. 
 
 Lowrciice. You won't be so cruel as to refuse me that one little 
 favor, will you':* 
 
 Vix. Well, 1 — I — I — Well, you compose me one stanza ou — ou 
 —well, on myself, and I will grant your request. 
 Lawrence. You're tlie prettiest flower by far, 
 
 That has ever burst into bloom ; 
 The linest piece of tapestry 
 That has ever passed through the loom. 
 You're an angel in leature and form, 
 An angel in womanl}^ grace; 
 For you in celestial glory, 
 There certainly is a X)lace. 
 
 Takes her in his arms and kisses her — Voices outside sing ''/i/ss ma 
 quick''' as cunain fulls. 
 
 SCENE III— Wood. 
 
 Enter, Lauka Castleton, l, 
 
 Laura. Oh, cruel fate! to love a man who does not even care for 
 us, and to be loved by another whose love we cannot return. Keg- 
 inald, would to Uod that I could requite your love instead of lavish- 
 ing it on him w ho does ni)t care for me. 
 
 Enter, Pat, who hides behind tree, R. 
 
 — Oh, Arthur! Can you not care ever so little for her who loves 
 you so dearly? But no! your heart is occupied by the image of 
 another, and that other one whom 1 dispise; but she shall never be 
 your wife while I live, for "thwarted love soon turns to jealous 
 hale." Hark! Some one comes ! {hides 
 
 Enter, Arthur and Lorena, r. 
 
 Arthur. Lorena, I thought this eve would never come. I have 
 been counting the minutes since 1 saw you last. Here, let us sit 
 down ou this rustic seat for I have something to tell you. {they sit — 
 takes he-r hand) Lorena, 1 want to tell you that I love you — that I 
 buve loved you from the flrst moment I saw you ! My life is in your 
 
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 hands. I love yon with an affection so stron":, so powerful, that my 
 whole life is meroed into it. Oh, my darling! I can only tell yuu 
 in plain words that I love you better than for in ne or lite; and I 
 plead to you, Lorena, for some little love in return. Lorena, darling, 
 tell me you love me and will be my wife. 
 
 Lor. I love you, Artliur — but I can not be j'our wife! 
 
 Arthur, (starts) Kepeat those words, Lorena; my senses have 
 played me false — not you. But you do not mean it! Oh, my love, 
 it is a cruel jest. 
 
 Lor. Nay, it is no jest, but the sad, earnest truth. 
 
 Arthur. But, Lorena, you say you love me! 
 
 Lor. Yes — heaven pity me — I do! 
 
 Arthur. You do! {clasps her in his arms and kisses her) Oh, 
 Lorena, it that he true what shall part us? 
 
 Lor. I can not be your wife, Arthur I Do not be angrj'' with me; 
 if you turn from me in anger 1 shall dk'.. Listen, Artliur, while 1 
 tell you the reason! My father in his j-oung days had a schoolmate. 
 They grew up to manhood together. Unhap])ily both fell in love 
 with the same woman — the friend won her. JMy father, tilled with 
 remorse and disappointment, left the sunny south, and for three 
 years wandered over the states. In the meantime a little girl had 
 been boin to his friend. My father returned to the south, kiilnapped 
 tlie child and lier parents have never heard of her since. My father 
 soon married and settled down here in Warnock. On his death-bed 
 he contided to me — his onl}^ child — the secret of his crime, and ex- 
 tracted from me the solemn vow that 1 should never marry until 
 this child had been restored to her parents. He innnediately died 
 without giving any clew b}' which the parents could he fouiul. That 
 child is Vixen. This one name was inscribed upon a locket wliieh 
 was round her neck. Tbe iiarents I have never been able to find. 
 Conseiiuently that vow still binds me and to-day it has almost 
 broken my heart. 
 
 Arthur. Lorena, I respect and honor 3'our devotion and fidelity. 
 Vixen this child ! How strange I never thought of inquiring wdio 
 she was. She has been to me, as to the rest of you, simply Vixen. 
 But this vow, Lorena, places a barrier between us, which severs us 
 perhaps forever. Yet I will bear my sorrow like a man — though a 
 lieart-broken one; my whole life is yours; 1 devote it to your cause. 
 If her parents are yet among the living they must and will be found. 
 Let us return now, Lorena; the evening is growing cold, {exit, L. 
 Laura emenjes from her hidiwj-place. 
 
 Laura. So the lo^t Vixen alone keejjs lliose two apart. Then 
 lost she must remain forever. Perhaps that beggar whom 1 heard 
 talking here that day is her father. If so — he must not remain; he 
 Avould be sure to find her and thus blast my hopes forever. I must 
 get him away from here — but how to ilo iti' 1 have it — I will tell 
 him I overheard him talking of his lost child. I will then inform 
 him that I heard of a young lady in Wheeling who was lostor rather 
 stolen when a child and who has never heard of her parents. This 
 will take him to Wheeling immediately ; once away he will nevev 
 jeturn to such an insignificant place as this. 
 
 Enter, Kkginald Mokton, r. 
 
 Beginald. Good evening, Laui-a! . 
 
 Laura. Good evening, Eeginald ! {starts to go 
 
 lieg. Nay, do not go ! The evening is pleasant— let us sit and 
 
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 talk here uiuler these ohl oaks. Liuira, do you bcli(\f in fate? 
 
 Laura. In fate, Heginaid i* That i^ u sulijcct loo lUep, i liai-, for 
 a <;irl like me. 1 believe in lirovideiiee. 
 
 lie(j. For sometime I have hceu thinkiiii;' of the sulij;et. ^\^•lrt it 
 fate lliat broui;lit me back to Ibis town w brn' my I. (y boot! was 
 spent':* If so, i lear it is a eruel fate and one wbieb lias dcslroyed 
 my happiness. 
 
 Laura. Destroj^ed your liappiness, lle_i;in:dd':' ^Vhy liow could 
 your return to this town Inive such an elfeet ^ 
 
 lle[i. I will be candid antl tell you, Laura. Fate or something' 
 like it, brouylit me back to ibis town, w ilbout any iiarticular object 
 in view. Here 1 again met yon. (Strange things liappeii in our 
 lives — tilings over wlucb we seem to have no eunirol; we are swept 
 on by an impulse and a power w hich most often guides us for our 
 good. I hope it may be so now. i love you — no man will ever love 
 you more than 1 do; but a mocking voice in my bean — tlie instincts 
 born of love, all tell me you ilo not lOve me. 'llii> is w by 1 fear that 
 fate has destroyed ni}^ hap[iiiiess. Laura tlarliug, tell me that my 
 teases have deceived me I Tell me yuu luve me a little and thai, you 
 will be mine. 
 
 Laura, llcginald, it grieves me greatly to see you so paintnl; but 
 it is better for us both tnac we understand eaeli other. 1 saw your 
 devotion to me, but could not prevent it. 1 can honestly say I 
 did not try to lure you on. >.'o true woman will trille witli a, man's 
 all'ections. Keginald, i cannot be your wife — because — because — I 
 do not love you. (aside) Alas, 1 lo\e some one else! {aloud j Let 
 us try to comfort each other lor we both have aching liearts. Let 
 us be friends, bome would, perliaps, luidcrthe same circiunstances, 
 niarr}^ for spite — some lor wcaitli or a liome; but she who would 
 marry a man, knowing tliat she did not love him, is not worthy tl.e 
 name of wonuui. Lee us be friends. Do not look in that way — you 
 frighten me. 1 will eiKJeavur, witli the will of a w cak w()man, to 
 forget him; perliaps in time 1 may learn to love you. Were 1 to 
 many yoti now, i would be doing you the most cruel wrung a 
 woman could do. I w oiild kel thafu wor.-e mark than that of vlCin 
 w as on my brow. 
 
 Ji'c'ij. Laura, you are tlie noblest woman in the world; j^ou have 
 acted the part of a noble woman. I will not die — death is the 
 coward's retreat. I can bear suUering better than most men. 1 am 
 g(/ing away now, for a while. 1 wid return in a month and see if 
 you are learning to love me. Farewell, dear Laura, farewell! 
 
 Jlunic — Curtain. 
 
 SCENE 1 V — Wood — Livehj mvaic at riac of curtain. 
 
 Pat discovered. 
 
 rat. F.'iix now% and that is a very bad job — tliat young woman 
 scheming to sind tliat poor auld num out of the country "from lus 
 darlint cdiild that he's been hunting lor these twenty years! tture 
 now and she has no heart at all I liow would I feel now if it had 
 been me, and she were trying to kape me from little Elsie, the 
 darlint? But what does she want him out of tlie country lor? Let 
 iiie see {thinks a moment) JSure uow and 1 have it! Ah, Pat, you've 
 
10 CLEx\BlNG THE MISTS. 
 
 a sharp head ! Sure and yosi have ! Yes; and bedad, I beard this 
 young lady say slu; woulJ .sind lor the Colonel to meet her here this 
 moruing, so 1 guess I'll "lack a hit" lor here they couie ! 
 
 {liides—hack 
 
 Enter, Laura, l. — music. 
 
 Laura. Ciuel, cruel fate that has made me a miserable, unhappy 
 creature. Oil, wliy can I not love Reginald and be happy with liini 'i 
 But I cannot! Oii, I cannot! My whole lieart is bound up in 
 another. When Keginald comes near me, I shudder and have an 
 aversion to him which 1 cannot explain. Oil, perverse, perverse 
 lieart of woman! Would to God that 1 could turn ail my affections 
 toward hiin! But 1 cannot! Second loves can grow up in tlie 
 heart, but not readily in such a lieart as mine. I am even now 
 scheming to send that poor old man away from his child; but i can- 
 not help it. Harlv, here he comes! 
 
 Enter, Colonel Hadley, r. — music. 
 
 Col. I received a note from Laura Castleton desiring an interview. 
 Are you tlie lady ? 
 
 Laura. I am. JMr. Hadley, I understand you have lost a 
 daughter. 
 
 CqI. Yes! Yes! Do you know anything? Tell me everything! 
 
 Laura, (aside) Oh, see his loVe for his child! It liurts me, but 
 1 must do it. {aloxid) I am afraid I may disappoint you, but I can 
 perhaps give you a clew. AV bile visiting in Wheeling some weelo 
 since, I "heard a strange story of a girl tliere, who had been stolen 
 from her home by an enemy ot her iatlier's. Perhaps this may be 
 your daughter. 
 
 Col. Terhaps it may. Oh, I would give world's to clasp my 
 daughter, my little Vixen, in my arms before I die. 
 
 Laura. Here is some money to defray your expenses, {gives 
 mvneij) Go now and seek your daugliter. 
 
 Col. ]My thanks I give thee. My prayers are always with thee. 
 God will Ijless you for tliis. {exit, Coloxel, l. 
 
 Laura. God? Oh, can there be a just and merciful God, anci yet 
 all tliis suffering? Tliat poor old man is gone— ,i trust for good. 
 jNly conscience rebels against sending him away; but come what 
 may, i will be Artliur Burton's wife! {exit, Latjra, l. 
 
 Fat. [comes forward) Faix now and maybe old Pat will have a 
 hand in tliis pie'liimself ! Weil, PlUet the Colonel go to Wheeling; 
 but I'll Ivcep sight of him. Pll straighten tilings up and then I'll 
 send for him. Och! begorra and won't it Ije grand ! (exi(, Pat, r. 
 
 Enter, Arthur, l. 
 
 Arthur. Farewell all hopes of joy ! I'arewell ! I soon shall be 
 far away from tliis most hallowed of all spots to me. 'Twas here I 
 lir.'t met her. How well 1 remember it — the sun failing in golden 
 Ijeanis across the grand old liills of Belmont, a bright L»lue canopy 
 over head and a carpet of leaves, purple and golden, at lier feet. On, 
 would to God 1 liad never seen her! belter for us both had we never 
 met ! But 1 cannot stay here. I w ill go abroad. I will endeavor 
 to help others to bear their burdens of sorrow ; for possibly in help- 
 
CLEAIIING THE MISTS. 11 
 
 ing others I may in some degree forget my own — but, oli, never can 
 I forget Iter! 
 
 Enter, Reginald, k. — music. 
 
 Jidij. Wliat — you h(>re? You, wlio liave wrecked my liap[)iiiess; 
 uho liave shattered my fonde-t hopes; \v!io liave caused life to be a 
 burden to me. You, wlio liave toru l^roui uieouewhom I love belter 
 tlian my own life! Would to (Jod that your villainous fiiee had 
 never been seen in Warnoek I 
 
 Arthur. Mr, Mortou ! I do not understand your language. 
 
 ]!rii, Understand! No, of course you don't understand ! But I 
 understand what it is to liave one's fondest hopes dashed to Liie 
 ground; to have one's lieart trampled upon ; to have one torn from 
 you whom j^ou love better than your own soul! And all because 
 you, villain, have plaN'ed tlie part of usurper! 
 
 Arthur. Mr. Morton, I don't understand you! 1 am in sorrow 
 myself. 
 
 Iii'ij. Soi'row! "What do »/c« know of sorrow? If it had not been 
 for tlie cursed villainy of you and that scheming Lorena I'reston, I 
 ■would be a happy man to-day. 
 
 Arthur. Sir, tihis is insulting ! I demand an explanation. Such 
 language about a lady whom 1 hold in Ingii esteem, and about my- 
 self, wiio have never knowingly wronged you, 1 cannot and \oill not 
 endure ! 
 
 liiiij. Never knowingly wronged me! Have you not stolen my 
 love fi'oni m ? 
 
 Artnur. Iteginald, I cannot understand you! If you will but let 
 me explain 
 
 Jieg, No, I will not let j'ou explain. I have had enough of your 
 cursed villainy. 
 
 Arthur. And I have had enough of your insults! 
 
 Eeg. All right— call it insults if you will! There is a Avay of 
 settling these dillicnlties. W hen will it siut you to meet to me, with 
 your second V 
 
 Arthur. AVliat — a duel? Dueling days are over; and I will be 
 mixed up in no such disgraceful all'air I 
 
 JiCij. Coward ! I knew j^ou dare not I 
 
 Arthur. I am no coward; and since yon seem so anxious, I will 
 meet you here next Saturday at one o'clock. 
 
 Ji'cg. I will be here without fail, and I will puinsh ^-ou for your 
 villainy! " (exit, L. 
 
 Arthur. Villainy! I really don't know what the fellow means! 
 So lam to fight a uuel! AVliat if I am killed! Ah, well! what 
 matters it — to live is but nusery ! I must go and see Lorena for the 
 last time and part with her forever. Uh, Lorena! Lorena! 
 
 (.exit, AirniuK, l. 
 
 Enter, Lauiia, i;. — music. 
 
 Laura. What! Deserted? I thought 1 heard voices. Well, my 
 plans are all laid, and by this time Ihe Colonel is on his way to 
 Wheeling. My better nature cries out against it; but 1 have >''one 
 too far to retreat now. I shall yet win Arthur Burton. 
 
 (Pat comes forth from hiding place 
 
 Fat. (aside) Faix now maybe uukl Fat will have a word to say 
 
12 CLEABING THE JITSTS. 
 
 iiViOul tliati (dhmd) All, miss! I've liennl all of jour ctir^ctl vil- 
 lainy, and I'll ('Xpiise you belore tlie worki I 
 
 Laura. AVhatV How came you here ? AVhonreyou? 
 
 Put. Ol'Ii I I'm only a he.ii'^'ar — but, miss, I've ij'ot a heart — a 
 hearl that cries out against all this tl(!vilish villainy I A heart that 
 hales in unison witli alllicted humanity; a heart tiiat bates for oi^ 
 l)0()r auld man who hasn't seen liis onlj^ child for twenty yeais. and 
 who lias been hunling for her all this time. I, too, lost a little girl; 
 little Elsie, the darlint! God bless' her! I lo^• her up niong th(i 
 lakes of Killarney ; and how would I feel if she wei'e Zoii to nui 
 in.^tead of being nj) there, and yon were trying to keej) iier from me? 
 I'oor, poor auld man ! Ills heart r.uisr he breaking ; and Avhat will 
 he think alter searching all over AVheeling and not finding her? 
 Uch ! Eegorra, and I'm all broke up! 
 
 Laura. But this may not be his child! Besides, I will bring theiu 
 together when 1 have accompli-lied my purposi;. 
 
 Fat. That may be too lat'-; and besides, you will never accom- 
 plish vour purpose for 1 know wliat it is, and I'll expose vou — sure 
 and fwill! 
 
 Laura. Sir, you are a poor man. I will give you one hundred 
 dollars to keep quiet about ibis. 
 
 Fat. W'iiat! Take a hundred dollars and kcei) that ])oor.old man 
 from his child that he's been Ininting for tw(>nty years? JS'o ! 2S'oI 
 I'll tell of your villainy and I'll make you suller for it! 
 
 Laura, Will nothing chai'.ge your purpose? 
 
 ]\(t. Niver hut one thing will stop me, and that is death ! 
 
 Laura. Then iliel 
 
 She draics 'piatol from her breast and lira — I*.\r falls — tableau 
 
 Curtain. 
 
 SCENE I — 7V(r?or— Yixi'.N and Loiiena discovered seated. 
 
 Vix. Alas, Lorena, it seems as if I were born for sorrow and 
 trouble! Here 1 am— a young woman — and do not know my own 
 name. 1 am indeed lost! Was I the only one who suffered I would 
 not murmur; but think of the ar^guish my parents have sulfeied on 
 my account for twenty years. And now, Lorena, I hear that you 
 and Artluu- are about to part — all— all through me. 
 
 Lor. Nay, Vixen, murnuu" not at the dispensations of [irovideiice 
 \\ Inch, tliough sometimes mysterious, are always wise. 
 
 Vix. But, Lorena, is it so that Arthur is going to leave? 
 
 L'ir. Yes, Vixen ; ibr a while at least. It will be hard to part, 
 but it will be better for us both. He is conung this morinng to say 
 "good bye;" but 1 trust this farewell will not be forever. Sonie- 
 tlung, I know not what, assures me that your parents will yet be 
 found, and then all will he well. 
 
 Mx. I-orena, I am glad to see j-ou so hopeful, (rises) I feel 
 discouraged and sick at heart; but still I trust that your hopes may 
 iKit prove vain. {exit, L. 
 
 L'ir. To-day lie oasts himself adrift on the world for me — to wan- 
 der o'er the world in search of Vixen's parents. Alas! What 
 anguish and misery to botii of us is comx)riscd la that one word — 
 farewell. 
 
CLE An LY a THE mists. is 
 
 Enter, AnrnrR, r. — ijocs to T.okena and pnls an arm aronnd her. 
 
 Arthur. T,oi-cn:i, tliis is iiulccd a dark day to l)Otli of us. Should 
 I never reliiin. 1 ask you lo Lear your sorrow like the true woman 
 that j'ou are. 
 
 L<jr. 'J'alk not so I Were it not for tlie Ptron<>' liope that you will, 
 at no distant day, he enabled to j-eturn witli the j^lad tidings tliat 
 Vixen's i)arenis iiave been found, 1 eould not endure this partiui?. 
 
 Arthur. Lorena, I know ihac we should not boi-row troul)le ; we 
 have i)lenty in our lives svitiiout adding imaginary ones; yet in spite 
 of myself, 1 iiave dark foreboding.'- of the futuie. 
 
 Tor. IJfe has indeed lieen a lile of trials to us. Our pathway has 
 not been all strewn Willi roses. There iiave been many ihnriis in 
 our path; but is not "the darkest hour of the night that whieii just 
 pi-eeedes the dawn':" If so, the ilay must surely soon dawn lor us, 
 and the mists be cleared Irom this vallej'. 
 
 Artlnir. Lorena, I ^\■ill try to hope us you do. It may be tiiat all 
 will yet be well, {arm about icaisl) 1 know not, Lorena, whether I 
 shall ever see you again, (sofl music) It may so liappen that this 
 is the last time my eyes can ever rest upon you with love and sorrow. 
 When 1 am in a lar away land, wear this {pnts on a ring) for the 
 sake of one who appreciated your virtues, your noble spirit and your 
 pure love. Look upon it, when perhaps the broad Atlantic rolls 
 between us. Tidnk of your Arthur and the love he bore you. Fare- 
 well, Lorena! Farewell forever ! Uciases her — tableau 
 
 END OF ACT I. 
 
 CUKTAIX. 
 ACT II. 
 
 SCENE I — Wood. Slow music at rise of curtain. 
 
 Aktiiur and Lawkenck discovered. 
 
 Arthur. No, Lawrence, it is impossible to do anything now but 
 fight. Even Lorena could not alter my convictions on that point. 
 
 Lawrence. But suppose you leave the country, llemember — "Tie 
 who tights and runs away; may live to fight some other da.y." 
 
 Aithur. Then I could never return with an untarnished reputa- 
 tion. Perhaps I was somewhat hasty; but that taunting word 
 "coward" from him, slung me to the quick. I have given my word 
 and 1 will die rather than break it. How strange it seems tliat I, 
 who was ahvays so Ojijiosed to duels, should light one myself — riojit 
 in these woods, too, where 1 have passed many bright hours of my 
 youth ; here where I told Lorena of my love lor her, and heard from 
 lier lii)S the story of the lost Vixen. As I crossed the bridge this 
 morning, I paused to reflect that perhaps it was the last time my 
 feet would treatl those planks; for I feel that it is almost suicide to 
 come out with such an expert; but I must do it now — so please don't 
 try to persuade me that I need not. I trust Lorena will hear nothino' 
 of this till all is over. If she hears of it she will be sure to come, and 
 her presence would unman me. I have said good bye to her in 
 this, (produces a letter) Give this to her if he kills me outright, and 
 I thirdi lie will. IStill if it were uot for Lorena, i would feel no 
 reluctance at laying down this life of trouble. Lawrence, you wiil 
 
U, CLEAtilXG THE MTSfS. 
 
 do your best to comfort her— poor thino— she is p.-kIIv in need of 
 coin fort. Lawrence, here's my w:< tell! (jjirrswnich) Keep it for 
 the sjike of tlie d.nys 2,one by; when you look tU it rci^ieinber that it? 
 owner preferretl to loose his life rntlier than his h'>iiur. 
 
 Enter, Ekgixalp and his Second, n. 
 
 lipg. What! Already here! The day whieli T have so longpd 
 for lias arrived. To-day 1 will rid this town of tiic villain who has 
 destroveil niv happiness. 
 
 Arlfinr. Keginidd, I suppose it is war to the death with ns; yet 
 in the jiresence of that God before wlioni tum of us will shortly ap- 
 p(,;^,-_I dech-ire that I owe you no ill w ill; and before tliat stane God 
 I say, in all u'ood conscience, th.it J never knowingly wronged you. 
 It is not tluHingb malice or hatred tliat you see me here, but because 
 slung by yourljitter taunts, I pledged my word to meet you— and-— 
 I wifl not break it. You would listen to no explanation then — it is 
 uimeccssaiy to make one now. 
 
 Enter, Surgeon, l. 
 
 Mvsic while making preparations. Lawrence prodrices pjsio?s— Reg- 
 inald chooses one — the other is handed to Arthur. The)/ take 
 their positions— B.EGiiiA'LD''s second gives signal — both pistols are 
 discharged. Arthur falls. Eeginald and his Second exit n. 
 Surgeon proceeds to examine Arthur's wound. 
 
 Enter, Lorfxa, hnrriedhj, l. — kneels by Arthur and kisses him. 
 
 Lor. INIyGodl They have killed hiin ! Oh, Arthur! Why did 
 you not teil me of thisV I could then have been here to have saved 
 you. Oh, Artiuir, speak to me! 'i'ell me you know me— your own 
 Lorena! [surgeon rises) Oh, tell me— is be dead ? {imploringly 
 
 Surgeon. He still lives. No vital spot has been touched. With 
 proper care nnd perfect quiet he will recover. 
 
 Lor. {in attitude of prayer) Thank God! Thank God I 
 
 I 
 
 SCEXE II— Wood. 
 
 Enter, Vixen, r. 
 
 Vix. Alas! Why was I born? To sever hearts bound in loves' 
 tender tie? To shatter the fondest hopes of ambitious youth ? I 
 feel as if I had a heavy burden to carry. My heart aches for poor 
 Lorena; how much she must suffer! How would I feel if Lawrence 
 was severed from me forever? I am almost weary of this life of 
 trouble, and would be tempted to end it all if it were not for Law- 
 rence. Ah, that unfortunate duel! I feel as if /were accountable 
 for that. Eeginald is unhurt; Arthur is wounded— but — thank 
 Qod! — not mortally. And the poor old Irishman has been shot — how 
 or where he wilf not tell; but he had a narrow escape. Oh, this 
 pain at my heart! 1 feel as if I were a barrier that has been raised 
 \ip between Lorena and Arthur. AU, Nvell! I suppose 'tis all for 
 tliebestl (e«i«, u j 
 
CLEABlKa TEE MISTS. 15 
 
 Enter, Pat, r. 
 
 I'at. Och ! Bfo'orra and licrc I ain — James Peter Michael Me- 
 Ginis Patrick O'Hara— and not yet dead yet! tliouo-h tHe young 
 lady did give me a party close call. Slie sint a bullet purty near to 
 auld Pat's lieai-t. AVell, I niver told any of them how I was sliot, 
 and I guess I won't till tiie time comes and I liave tliemall together. 
 1 guess my plans are all laid now. 'JMie auld man is in Wheeling 
 now, hut I'll sind him word to be at 510 AVest Biooklyn street day- 
 after to-morrow at tin o'clocl<. J won't tell liini the name — Preston 
 — it would excite him too much; so I'll just give liim the number of 
 the house-, and I'll send word to Pawrence nnd Eeginald to be there 
 at the same time. Arthur is already there; i>oor"fe]Iow ! He was 
 carried tliere after the duel He came near gifting kilt just wdien his 
 happiness is about to begin — nnd just to think! oiie poor auld Irish- 
 innn is doing it all. Och! You've a level head, Pat; sure and you 
 liave! And I'm thinking that St. Patrick is looking down on his 
 namesake and ^saying— "Let her go, Pat! Give her more sand !" 
 Och! Begorra, and isn't it grand? {highly elated— exit, l. 
 
 Enter, Reginald and I^aura, r. 
 
 Laura. Oh, Reginald ! I can't— would to God that I could ! But 
 I never can love you! Oh, if you know wliat I sutler you would 
 pity me! Often and often have I knelt down in the gathering 
 twiliglit and pi-ayed to Almighty God that my aft'ections' niight be 
 turned to you; but no use — no use! It seems as if my whole heart, 
 my whole nature, my whole soul was bound up in Arthur Burton. 
 Somehow of late I have been growing reckless. Jt seems as if 
 Jieaven and earth were combined against me. 
 
 Heg. Oh. Paurn, can you not give me one ray of hope? lean 
 wait. Yes; I could wait for centuries, did life allow. 
 
 Laura. Reginald, 1 can give you no hope. I pity you for I know 
 what it is to sutler unreciprocated love. 1 will be your friend — I can 
 be nothing more. 
 
 Meg. Oh, Laura! I never thought 'twould come to this ! Don't 
 you remember how, as boy and girl, we. went to school together, and 
 we 
 
 Laura. Oh, Reginald 
 
 Heg. Nay, Laura, you will hear me! Don't you remember how, 
 hand in hand we trudged to school together, and how we always 
 took each others part in all our school quarrels? How we used to 
 stand on the big bridge and watch the minnows as tliey played in tlie 
 rippling water? How we used to ramble out tin-ough tiie town, i>ast 
 the station, across the railroad and by the mill race to where the old 
 mill stands? Oh, Laura! dou' you renuimber the old maple that 
 stood above the old water wheel, and the log that lay under it ? 
 Don't you remember how, many times, we have sat there together 
 and watched tlie old wheel turning and throwing up its silvery spray, 
 and liow little we thought tlien of all the misery and sorrow that 
 was in store for us? Laui-a, 1 traveled over the same old path to- 
 day. The old mill stands there still. 'J'he old wiieel is turning just 
 the same; but other hands guide it now — for poor old I'"inicum, the 
 miller, has long been laid to rest; and, Laura, the old raaple tree 
 stuuds there siiU— the same oW log lies uuUer it, aud as I sat tUerQ 
 
16 CLEAni^G THE MISTS. 
 
 to-rlay, old momorios crowded iijion me till I almost fell to the earth 
 Avith iiiicf Mild sorrow. I reinoinbured the day — wlieii sitting there — 
 Avlieu searce seven summers had passed over us, we plighted our love 
 and I in my ehildish glee, eanglit you in my arms and kissed you. 
 Litile did 1 then tlnidrir would come to this! 
 
 Lmtru. Yes, Keginakl, I remember it all. 
 
 J!eg. Well, lor'tnne lavoi-ed me. Uncle, dying left me a large 
 forUme and I resolved to satisf}^ nn- ambition to travel. 1 traveled 
 all ovir Europe; Imt 1 was not happy tor all my wealth. One day 
 J was standing looking at a famous painting; it was the picture of 
 an old nnll. Oli, Laura, how my lieai-t bounded at tiie sight, and 
 all that I saw was an old mill ; its wlieel turning in the sunlight, and 
 an old maple tree with a log beneath and on that log sat a little boy and 
 girl, |>le(lging love for eternity. Tiien the picture changed — and I 
 'saw a young woman. Ah! I know that face ! So 1 started that 
 very nHirning from Kome and traveled night and day till I got back 
 to old AVarnVjck — came back only to find that she whom 1 loved had 
 given her heart to another. Oh, the agony of my heart then. 
 
 Laura. Oh, Ifeginald I Say iv) more 1 Your words cut nie to the 
 neart — but 1 cannot— oh, I cannot love you I 
 
 Jicg. Laura, 1 CflH»oi — ic'i7t not give you up 1 'i'dl me yon \o^i 
 me Just a little. I am starving — starving for your love. This other 
 man does not love you, and never will. Oh, tell me, Laura, that you 
 will forget him and be mine. 
 
 Lavra. {diJianlUj) JS'oI I will yet be the wife of Arthur Burton I 
 
 Hcfj. Never! 
 
 Rkginald draws pistol and shouts her — she falls. Hkgij^ai.T), filled 
 ivith remorse, kneels beside her — raises her in las arms. 
 
 — Oh, God! I have killed her! Speak to me, Laura — ^just one little 
 ■word to tell me you forgive me ! Dead — deail — dead I gone forever! 
 Oh, Laura! I did it because I loved you so ! Earth, Avith all j'our 
 miseries and sorrows — farewell ! Oh, forgive me, Laura! I'm com- 
 ing soon. 
 
 Kissesher—suiiijorts her on-left arm, lohile icith right shoots himself. 
 Vrash of music. 
 
 CURTAIN. 
 
 ACT II L 
 
 SCENE I— Parlor in Lorena's house. 
 Arthur discovered sleeping on sofa — Lorena by his sids. > 
 
 Arthur, (leaking) Where am I? Am I dreaming? Ah, yes! 1 
 remember it all now — that wretched duel! Wliat! Lorena — you 
 here? Where am I? Ah, I see now — 'twas here I parted from you ; 
 hut how came I here? 
 
 Lor. You were carried here after the duel. You have been here 
 three days; but your mind lias been wandering — you recognized_no 
 one. 
 
 Arthur. Ah, that Avretched duel! How is Eeginald? Is he 
 hnrt? 
 
 Lor, No; lie escaped unhurt. 
 
CLEArjNG TUP. MISTS. 17 
 
 / Arthur. I am o-iatl of it. I l>ore liim no malice. 1 was foolish to 
 accept liis challenge, Avheu I did not even know what he meant by 
 his insinuations; bnt I liad just parted with you and I was reckless — 
 not caring- much whether 1 Jived or died. 
 
 Lor. lie escaped from tlie duel unhurt; hut ordy to meet his 
 death in aiiotiier way. Ilia hodj'^ and that of T/aura Castleton, were 
 fonndjn tiie woods yesterday evening. A jjistol was by liisside. It 
 is supposed he first sliot her and tiien himseh', for some unknown 
 reason. 
 
 Arthur. Tliis is sad news; hut T am glad it was not mj^ hand that 
 sent him into eternity. ,So, my poor Lorena, you have heen caring 
 for me. Oh, whj' did you not let me die, and rid me of my misery ? 
 
 Lor. Oh, do not speak of dying! Ilow could I live if you were 
 gone? 
 
 Arthur. Ah, T>orena, better say how live if I stay? If I live how 
 much better will it be? Ihit Trovidence is good in taking me out of 
 my misery — for, Lorena, 1 am dying. {music 
 
 Lor. No, A; tluu', you are getting better. Your mind has been 
 wandering, but now is cleai-et! ; you will soon recover. 
 
 Arthur. Nay, Lorena, \ny mind lias but cleared to conduct me 
 through the "valley of the shadow of death," yet even with tlie odds 
 tiiat are against me, I think that I could recover if there was any 
 liopeof my ever winning you. Now, Lorena, read me sometliing 
 from the Bible, and then I'll try to sleep awhile, for I am wear}'. 
 (Lorena reads F)iahn x.ciii, 1st to MtJi verse — iciUi emotion) Yes, 
 that's good ! Oil, won't it be grand when we get through the valley I 
 01), I'm so glad I'm going home! 
 
 {voices behind siiKj soj'thi, ^-Fm going home to-morrow!'' 
 
 Enter, LawkenciCohcZ Yixhx, u. — IjOuk'sx motions quiet. 
 
 Lawrence, {softly) Ilow is he, Lo:ena? 
 
 Lor. I think he is much better. His mind has cleared and lie has 
 been talking some. 
 
 Lawrence, 'iiiank God ! lie will recover ! 
 
 ior. I do not know. I think lie niiglit if his wound was all; but 
 he seems so discouraged tliat I have grave fears as to his recovery. 
 
 Lawrence. Ah, 1 see! We must do something to reviA^e his 
 spirits. But you must be wearied with watching, Lorena. Go and 
 rest awhile; Vixen and 1 will take your place. {exit, R. 
 
 Lawrence a>id Yixex s('£— Arthur icakes. 
 
 Arthur. Ah, Lnwi'encc, you and Yixen here! 
 
 Lawrence. Well, how do you find yourself, my boy? 
 
 Arthur. Bad ! bad ! A few more tlays and my "my body will be 
 out of pain ; my soul be out of jirison." 
 
 Vix. Oh, you must not talk so! You shall not die ! Lawrence, 
 don't let him talk so! 
 
 Lawrence. Tut! tut! IMnn, you're not going to die. Your mind 
 lias cleared now, and your wound is healing nicely. You will soon 
 regain your strength. 
 
 Arthur. No, Lawrence; I never will. I cannot bear the misery* 
 If life wer« as briglit to me as to you and Vixen, I tUmk I coulcl 
 
i$ iCLEAnixa tiik mists. 
 
 easily live; but now I would rntlier die. For to live is misery, wliilc 
 to die is peace and icst. Wlieie is Lorena':' 
 
 Laioi-en ce. She is lying down, 
 
 Arthur. Pure, unselflsh woimui ! AVhon I am gone, Lnwreneo, T 
 Avian you and Vixen to clieer her all yon can. Make lior lite a,4 
 ]n-igihtas possible; and if Vixen's parents should ever be t'oinid and 
 a SLi tor seek her hand, I ask her to listen to liiui for my s;ike. 1 
 don't want licr to forget me; but to rememl)er me as an ol'! l'i'R'];d. 
 I'i'omise me you will do all tliis, T.awrence. 
 
 Lcmrence. Your wishes shall be faithfully carried out. 
 
 j Ji'nter, Lokex.'. and Colonel Hadley, r. 
 
 Lor. Here is a gentleman who says he received a note to be lierc 
 fit 10 o'clock this inorning. 
 
 Col. I have been in Wheeling some time. I received this note 
 (prodmhKi note) day before yesterday. It is signed "Pat." 1 don't 
 know wlio he is unless it is an old Irislimanwhom I met liere on the 
 street about two months ago. Here are the contents of the note. 
 (reads) "Col. Hadley— Dear Sir : Meet me at olG West BrookJyr. 
 street, Warnock, Oliio, on July 2r)th, at 10 o'clock a. ni. Yours 
 truly,' Pat. P. S. — Don't fail to be there or you'll l)reak old Pat's 
 lieart! Yours truly, Pat— an old Irish beggar from 'mong the lakes 
 ofKillarney." ' , .,.,.. 
 
 I Lawrence. That reminds me that I received a note signed -'Pat,'- 
 bidding me to be here at the same time. 
 " Loretui. Tlierc is something very strange in all this. 
 
 {door bell rings, l. — Vixen answers it 
 
 Enter, Vixen, l., tvith Pat. 
 Pat. Sure now and ye are all liere: IIow is the young man that 
 
 'ft-as hurt? , ,, t 
 
 , Arthur. Bad, mv friend, very bad ! I am going soon. 
 
 Fat. Faix and if you get there before I do, jist tell tlie folks I'm 
 'cominw too. (aside) But I guess he'll wait on the rest of us. 
 '. (aloud" Jist take it aisy now, I've got the medicine to cure you. 
 ' Lawrence. My friend, will you explain the object of this meeting? 
 Fat. Sure now and I'll be after doin' that very thing! But I 
 want to tell ye all a little ttory first, if you'll give me your attintion 
 a few minutes. 
 Lawrence. Proceed I 
 
 Fat. Well, once upon a time there were two boys wint to school 
 too-ether down in Dixie, and tiiose two boys were very good friends. 
 w'ell one day a new scholar came to school, a little girl with sweet 
 blue eyes and golden hair. The two boys fell in love with her and 
 soon their friendsliip turned into hatred. Things wint on well 
 enouo-h till they grew up to manhood and one of tlie boys married 
 the o-Trl. The other swore vengeance, and when a little girl came to 
 I bless his schoolmate's home, he tore her from her ]>arents and they 
 iiiver saw her ag'in. 
 
 Col. Tell me. do you know 
 
 Fat. Stidy there! Oim doing this talking meself! Well, the 
 ■man that stole the child died without giving thim her name, and the 
 only thing that the child might be found by was a little locket. 
 " Col. * es I Yes ! A locket with a lock of hair inside and her 
 
CLEAPJNG THE MISTS. 19 
 
 iin^nc, "Vixen"' on Uio b.-ick — if my child liad tliat lock to-day. 
 
 F/a;, Your ciiild ! {produces lockel) 01), i'atlier ! 
 
 Cut. My child ! My child ! {the;/ embrace 
 
 Lvrena. ' Oii, Arthur! Arlluir! (knech hij his bedside 
 
 Arthur. And now, thank God, Lorena's mine I {embrace 
 
 Col. Oh, Vixen! My eliild ! I never cxpeetod to hold you in 
 my arms again. . Heaven is smilinj^ yery graciously on us to-day. J 
 have been seeking lor you these twenty years. 
 
 Vix. Oil, I never expected to see you, father! 
 
 Col. We will never be parted again till death sliall sever us. 
 
 Vix. Where is my mother? How well I remember her sweet 
 ("ace. 
 
 Col. (sadly) Your mother, my child, lias been spared mucli of 
 my sorrow. Long ago 1 laid her to rest 'neath the orange blossoms, 
 and no doubt she is now. smiling on us from her home in the skies. 
 
 Lawrence. Allow me to congratulate you, father. 
 
 Col. Thank you — but — father — 1 don't understand! 
 
 Vix. 'ibis is the man I love, father, and the one I have promised 
 to marry. 
 
 Col. {sliakintj Lawkknce's hand) You have won an angel, my 
 son. 
 
 Lawrence. Yes; \\ ith your consent she will be mine. 
 Tbou'Jt be my nuise in sickness and my comforter in health; 
 
 So gentle and contented, though love is all our wealth. 
 Th)'^ voice so soft will soothe me, love, in each desponding hour; 
 As heaven's honej% dear, consoles the bruised and broken 
 tlower. 
 
 Pdt. Xow I miglit as well tell ye how I got shot. The young 
 lady, l^aura Castleton, 1 believe was her name, did it. You see, she 
 loved this young man and she knew about this vow that kept you 
 two apart. She passed the Colonel and me whin we were in the 
 street, and she heard the Colonel tell me of his lost child. She 
 thor.ght maybe he was Vixen's father, and slie knew if he found 
 her it would remove that vow and leave you two free to wed. So 
 she sint the Colonel to AVheeling; but I heard all other villainy and 
 threatened to ixpose her, and what did she do but shoot me. 
 
 Lor. But can you explain the tragedy V 
 
 I'ut. Well' you see Eeginald ioved Laura, for I heard him tell 
 her so, and axeil her to marry him; but she said, '"no — she would 
 marry J^rthur Burton? 
 
 Arthur. This explains why he was so angry with me, and called 
 iiie a usur])er. I'oor fellow, Ids trouble is all over! ' 
 
 Col. And now, Pat, 1 want to tliaiik you for all you have done 
 for me.' 1 little thought when 1 met you on the street that day, that 
 1 would have reason to thank you lor restoring my lost child to me. 
 I can give you nothing but thardis; my wealtii I lost in the Trans 
 Atlantic Silver Company and in searching for my lost child. That 
 is the reason why you see me in rags to-daj'. Vixen. 
 
 Vix. Don't think of that, father; I'm thankful that you came at 
 all. {txirning to Tat) Aiul I want to thank j'ou, my good kind 
 Iriend, lor all you have done for me. 
 
 I'at. Ah, you've a heart like an angel, you have! I think if my 
 Elsie had lived she would have looked just like you. [ 
 
go CLEAIiING THE MISTS. 
 
 Lawrence. I want to tliank 5'ou, my good Pat, for bi'inging Iiappi- 
 ness to lior I love hotter than life. 
 
 Lor. i'iit, lujjgiic can not utter nor wortls exjiress the tliunks I 
 •want 10 give .\ oil. 1 ou have made life happy loi- nic. Hud it not 
 been lor you, life would not have been worth living. My good, 
 kind sir, my tlianl<s and my prayers are youis. 
 
 Arthur. l*at. 1 cannot come lo you — so come he:e to my side. I 
 want to tell you that 1 love that woman better tlian my lile. Well, 
 if you had not been our friend, she and I ^^ould have had to part 
 forever; but now, thank God, \\e shall live liappily together! 
 
 Pat. Live happy together I Why, 1 i..ougiit you were going to 
 die! 
 , Arthur. Nay, Pat! I feel now as if I could live for centuries. 
 
 Pat. And so after going this far you're going to give it up as a 
 bad job. 
 
 Arthur. Yes, Pat; I guess I'll stay awhile! 
 ' Pat. And would you be after chating tlie undertaker that wr.y? 
 Sure you've no more heart tlian a mile stone! Ah, I lould ye 1 had 
 the medicine to cure you; 
 
 I Arthur. Yes, Pat, your medicine works like a charm. We ^hall 
 I have to call you doctor Pat. 
 
 I Col. No; \\e shall have to call you detective Pat, as you have 
 shown so much skill in that prolession. 
 
 I Pat. No, Irienils, jist call me Iriend Pat. Eut there is one little 
 matter 1 nearly lorgot. You tokl me one time that you had invcsteil 
 some money in the Trans x\tlantic bih'er Company, \\hich you niver 
 heard from. Well, the reason you niver heard from it was that they 
 coukln't find you and suppostd you to be dead; bi.t 1 lonnil //tcm 
 sale and your money sate, it hasbeen drawing interest since. Here 
 is a bit of paper they axed me to give to you. {gives paper 
 
 Col. {looking at paper) It is a check lur $50,000 ! 
 Omnes. Pifiy thousand ! 
 
 ilol. And now 1 have still greater reason to thank you, my friend. 
 "VVe are all happy now. J.oiena and Arthur n id" be happy /(.tre. 
 Lawrence, Vixen anil myself will go back to where the orange blos- 
 soms blow — back to dear old Dixie! I>ul we sliall never lorget dear 
 okl Warnock; and every summer when the roses bloom, we will 
 tome back to the place where 1 found my darling. 
 
 {voices outside simj, "■Pse gioine buck to Pixie^' 
 
 Pat. Yes; Lorena and Arthur will be happy here\ tlie-restof 
 you will go back to Dixie, and poor auld Pat wid be left all alone_ 
 
 Col. Nay, Pat; you shared my lot in adversity and have brought 
 me happiness. You shall now go back wIlIi me, and make your 
 home with us. 
 
 y"ix. No one would be more welcome. 
 
 Pat. Thank ye both! but 1 have been thinking of going back to 
 my native lanu — allhough it don't make much iliilerence where [ 
 stay the rest of my lile, for 1 don't think it will be long before Ga- 
 briel toots his horn for poor ould Pat. And something lells me that 
 flW':iy up there where little Elsie is, they are kaping a corner for 
 ould Pat .; and all i ask of ye, in return for what 1 did, is that once 
 in a Avhile ye' 11 think ol me, and drop a wee little bit ot a prayer for 
 poor auld Pat, who did what he could to help iu clearing the misls. 
 
CLEANING THE MISTS. n 
 
 Kow I gness I'll go back to where uie d;iiiiu Elsric sleeps, up 'mong 
 the hikes of Killanicy. 
 
 Curtain jciUs — Immrdittlahj rises — lltcn an >i.ll kneclimj but Pat, loho is 
 standiu.ij wiUi hm luinds outspread, (jivinj them hia blessinj — 
 tableau. 
 
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 ACT I — Scene I — Interior of Rogues' Rookery. Car- 
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 Carlos Dare. 
 
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 ACT IV — Scene I — Interview between Mr. Lindsey 
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 drowned ?" — Discovery of papers — Carlos Dare's confes- 
 sion found — Death of Lindsey — "He has escaped the coiu 
 scqiieiice of his crimes." 
 
 ACT V — Scene I — Pauline and Moses in New York 
 selling flowers — Mr. and Mrs. Hunter in search of their 
 daughter — Sweetbrier discovers Mr. Hunter — Nancy's ex- 
 perience with New York hackmen, etc. — Moses meets his 
 mother. Scene II — Rogues' Rookery — Sweetbrier comes 
 to Mr. Hunter's rescue — Meeting of Sweetbrier and her 
 mother — Arrest of Nick — Reunion — Re-arrest of Sweet* 
 brier. 
 
 ACT VI — Scene I — Earle, as Lord Wayne, recog- 
 •nizes Sweetbrier as his wife, and the mystery is cleared 
 up — Moses tells the story of their escape. 
 
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 Lick Skillet M'edding 2 2 
 
 Ivauderbneh's Little Surprise 3 
 
 LodgiufTs for Two .3 
 
 Matrimonial Bliss 1 1 
 
 Match for a Mother-in-Law.. 2 2 
 
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 Mother's Fool 6 1 
 
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 My Heart's in Hiffhlands 4 3 
 
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 My Turn Ne.xt 4 3 
 
 M AVife's Relations 4 4 
 
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 Paten' Washing Machine 4 1 
 
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