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care, nor ever had a wish ungratified. And I can never relinquish her to any one without being certain her future husband can support her in the same style. Do not think me mercenary, but I should like to ask what your business prospects are.
Mr. Simmons.-Certainly, sir, that is quite proper, and as I supposed you would wish to know something of this kind, I have brought a full statement of my income. (Takes a paper from his pocket, with a long row of figures on it and opens it full length. It should be a sheet of legal note.)
Mr. Clay (taking the paper and holding it up).-Why, bless me! Is it possible your income is $60,000 ? Bessie is yours, my boy, and I shall feel proud to be your father-in-law.
SCENE II.—Patty-Billy. (Same room as before. Mr. Simmons seated on the sofa.)
Patty (entering).-How do you do?
Patty (seating herself).-Oh yes, and she will be in as soon as she takes her hair out of the curl
papers. But I shouldn't wonder if she would stop to put on her blue dress, for she was making molasses candy for Billy and me, and she spilled molasses all down the front of her white dress, and she got dreadful mad and boxed Billy's ears, and he said he was going to tell you and then you wouldn't want to marry her, and -oh, you will be my brother, won't you ? Brother Charles ; won't that be funny! I don't believe I'll like you as well as I do Billy. He is my brother, too. You can't play marbles nor climb chestnut trees, can you ?
Mr. Simmons.—Who told you I was going to be your brother?
Patty.—Oh, they were all talking about it at the dinner-table, and pa and ma were dreadful glad. Pa said you were as rich as creases, but I don't see anything nice in them, for ma always scolds me when I get creases in my dresses. Here is [enter Bessie] Bessie, I must go; we've had a very pleasant conversation. Good bye!
Mr. Simmons. Your sister is quite an entertaining child.
Bessie (aside: I wonder what she told him).-Yes; she is a little chatter-box.
Mr. Simmons (leading her to the sofa). - And now, my darling Bessie, I may at last call you mine. I saw your father last evening and he gave a gracious consent to our union.
Bessie.—Dearest Charles, I
Billy (who is hid under the sofa, groans).-Oh! [Bessie and Charles start and look around the room.]
Mr. Simmons.It shall be the pleasure of my life to minister to your every want, and to render your days a perpetual joy.
Bessie.—Oh, you are so good, I can never
(Billy groans again. They both start up and look under the sofa. Mr. Simmons drags forth Billy, who puts his hands in his pockets and looks defiant.)
Bessie. -Billy, you naughty, wicked boy, what were you doing under the sofa ?
Billy.— I wanted to hear what Mr. Simmons said to you. You got mad and boxed my ears, and I said I'd have revenge [boldly]!
Bessie.-Go up-stairs immediately; I shall tell pa of
SCENE III.-Tie-A Tableau. (A wedding scene. Patty and Billy should be in the fore
SCENE IV.-Incompatibility. (A dining-room. Table spread. Mr. Simmons seated near
the table.) Mr. Simmons.-Married two months to-day, and we would be perfectly happy if it were not for this jealous disposition of Bessie's. (Enter servant, who hands him some letters and retires.) Two letters for Bessie (laying them on the table). Here is one from Gerald-dear, old fellow (opens it and reads). “I called on Flossie last evening; she seems quite heart-broken about your marriage, says you have forgotten her; she has heard from you only once or twice since the wedding, and, in fact, seems quite grieved at your neglect. I told her I was going to write, and she asked me to send this picture to you in my letter.” (Looking at the picture.) Poor little girl, it is too bad. I have not intended neglecting her, for I love her dearly and always shall. (Puts the letter and picture in the envelope. Enter Bessie.
Enter Bessie. He rises and the letter drops on the floor.) Bessie, there are some letters on the table for you. I am going out, but shall be back shortly to take you driving.
Bessie.-Very well, I shall be ready. [Excit Mr. S.] Two letters from home, that is good. (Sees the letter on the floor, picks it up, picture drops out.) Ha! a lady's
picture. Writing to my husband and sending her photograph. I have a right to see what she says, and I'll do it (reading the letter). So Flossie misses him, does she? And this Gerald, this model friend, is helping it on. Oh, my heart is broken; I shall die (burying her face in her handkerchief). Oh, my, why did I ever marry this base deceiver? I'll pack my trunk and go right home to-day. Oh, oh, I'll-(enter Mr. Simmons ; sees Bessie with her hands to her face).
Mr. Simmons.—What is the trouble Bessie ? Have you bad news ?
Bessie.-Go away; don't you ever speak to me again. Oh, how could you deceive me so ?
Mr. Simmons.-Deceive you ; what are you talking about? What have I done?
Bessie (sobbing).—Oh, yes, you are very innocent. What does this mean? (handing him the picture).
Mr. Simmons (angrily).-Have you been reading my letter?
Bessie (rising).—Yes, I have, and I am going straight home to pa, and have him go to the lawyers and get me a divorce.
Mr. Simmons.-On what grounds ? Jealousy?
Bessie.—No, it shall be incompatibility (sobbing). You abuse me, and then you—you make fun of me.
Mr. Simmons.--No, Bessie, I am not making fun of you ; this is a serious matter, and if you do not check this jealous disposition you will render us both miserable. That is a picture of my sister Ida, of whom I have often told you ; her middle name is Florence, and her friends call her Flossie.
Bessie. -Oh Charles, I was jealous of your sister. How foolish I am. I will never-no, never be jealous again.