S96<2> m. UC-NRLF 1 SB 2T1 2fl5 French's International Copyrighted (in England, her Colonies, and the United States) Edition of the Works of the Best Authors. No. 238 SAMUEL FRENCH J PUBLISHER o West 38th Street London X ! A MAKER OF MEN | J H Buoloaue in ©ne Bet J S * J BY $ 3 ALFRED SUTRO *: S «t£ Author of "'The Walls of Jericho," "A Marriage has been Arranged, "j ^ '•v "Mollentrave on Women," etc.- etc. ^ i ! s — ~~ t 4Jf Copyright, 1902, by Alfred Sutro I — _ 2 CAUTION:— Amateurs and Professionals are hereby warned that & 2 "A Maker of Men," being fully protected under the copy- S 2 right laws of the United States is subject to royalty, and jjjl +■ any one presenting the play without the consent of the ^ «* , fr J ALL RIGHTS RESERVED g * & 5 # ■= .^~-- fr J PRICE 25 CENTS J «f New York fr SAMUEL FRENCH, Ltd, J Southampton St., STRAND * FRENCH'S STANDARD DRAMA. Price 15 Cents each.— Bound Volumes $1.25. VOL. I. f Ion 9 Fazio 5 The Lady of Lyont 4 Richelieu 6 The Wife I The Honeymoon 7 The School for Scandal 8 Money VOL. II. t The Stranger 10 Grandfather Whitehead 11 Richard III 15 Love's Sacrifice 13 The Gamester 14 A Cure for the Heartach. 16 The Hunchback 16 Don Ctesar de Baaan VOL. 111. 17 The Poor Gentleman 18 Hamlet 18 Charles 11 SO Venice Preserved 31 Piiarro 52 The Love Chase 53 Othello 24 Lend me Five Shillings VOL. IV. 95 Vlrglnius 26 King of the Common! 97 London Assurance 98 The Rent Day 99 Two Gentlemen of Verona 30 The Jealous Wife 31 The Rivals 32 Perfection VOL. V. [Debts 83 A New Way to Pay Old 34 Look Before You Leap 35 King John 36 Nervous Man 37 Damon and Pvthlae 38 Clandestine Marriage 39 William Tell 40 Day after the Wedding VOL. VI. 41 Speed the Plough 42 Romeo and Juliet 43 Feudal Times 44 Charles the Twelfth 45 The Bride 46 The Follies of a Night 47 Iron Chest [Fair Lady 48 Faint Hear.' Never Won VOL. VII. 49 Road to Ruin 50 Macbeth 61 Temper 62 Evadne 63 Bertram 64 The Duenna 66 Much Ado About Nothing 66 The Critic VOL. VIII. 67 The Apostate 68 Twelfth Night 69 Brutus 6n Simpson & Co 6! Merchant of Venice 62 Old Heads* Young Hearts 63 Mountaineers Iriage 64 Three Weeks after Mar VOL. IX. •6 Love 66 As You Like It 67 The Elder Brother 6M Werner 49 Gliippat 70 Town and Country 71 King Lear 79 Blue Devils Vol.. X. 78 Henrv VIII 74 Married and Single 75 Henry IV 76 Paul Pry 77 Guy Maimerfng 78 Sweetheart* and Wives Family 80 Sne Stoops to "Conquer VOL. XL 81 Julius Ca.-s.ir 82 Vicar of Wakefield 83 Leap Year 84 The Catspaw 65 The Passing Cloud 86 Drunkard 87 Rob Roy 88 George Barnwell VOL. XII. 89 Ingomar 90 Sketches In India 91 Two Friends 9' Jane Shore 93 Corsican Brothers 1)4 Mind your own Business 96 Writing on the Wall 96 Heir at Law VOL. XIII. 97 Soldier's Daughter 9-> Douglas 99 Marco Spada 100 Nature's Nobleman 101 Sardanapalus 102 Civilization 103 The Robbers 104 Katharine and Petrucbio VOL. XIV. 105 Game of Love 106 Midsummer Night's 107 Ernestine [Dream 108 Rag Picker of Paris 109 Flying Dutchman 110 Hypoc-ite 111 Ther«-.e 112LaTourdeNeele VOL. XV. 113 rreTand As It Is 114 Sea of Ice 115 Seven Clerks 116 Game ol Life 117 Forty Thieves 118 Bryan Boroihine 119 Romance and Reality 120 Ugolino 6 \\ :.. xvi. 121 The Tempest 122 The Pilot 123 Carpenter of Ronen VJ4 King's Rival 1 25 Little Treasure 126 Dombey and Son 12" Parents and Guardians 118 Jewess VOL. XVII. 1S9 Cam tile 130 Married Life 181 Wenlock of Wenlock 132 Rose of Etlrickvale 183 David Copperiield 134 Aline, or she Rose of 135 Pauline IKillarney 136 Jane Eyre VOL. XVIII. 137 Night aud Morning 138 .tfthiop 189 Three Guardsmen 140 Tom Cringle 141 Henrietta, the Forsaken be Batidin 143 Bmeit Maltravere 144 It.. 1,1 Dragoons VOL. XIX. 146 Dred, or the Dismal [Swamp 146 Last Days of Pompeii 147 Esmeralda I4i Peter WilMne 14'.) Ben the Boitswaln 150 Jonathan Bradford 151 Ketril-uti..,, 162 Mineral! VOL. XX. 153 French Spy ,1 Wi,h-ton Wl»h Genius 156 Urn Bolt 157 Sailor ..f France 158 Red Mask 169 Life of an Actress 160 Wedding Day VOL. XXI. )fil All's Fair in Love 162 Hoftr 163 Self 164 Cinderella 165 Phantom 166 Franklin [Mo*cowl24 167 The Gumnaker of 168 The Love o. * Prince VOL. XXII. 169 Son of the Night 170 Rory O'More 171 Golden Eagle •72Rienzl 173 Broken Sword 174 Rip Van Winkle 175 Isabelle 76 Heart of Mid Lothian VOL. XXIII. 177 Actress of Padua 178 Floating Beacon 179 Bride ol Lammerrooor 180 Cataract of the Ganges 181 Robber of the Rhine oo I ot Reform 183 Wandering boys VOL. XXXI. 241 Merry Wive, of Windsor 142 Mary's Birthday 943 Shandv Maguire •.'44 Wild 1S4 Mazeppa VOL. XXIV. 185 Young New \ ork 186 The Victims 187 Romance after Marriage 188 Brigand 189 Poor of New York 190 Ambrose Gwinett 191 Raymond and Agnea 192 Gambler's Fate VOL. XXV. 193 Father ami Sun 194 Massaniello 195 Sixteen String Jack 196 Youthful Queen 197 Skeleton Witness 198 Innkeeper of Abbeville 199 Miller aud his Men 200 Aladdin VOL. XXVI. 201 Adrienne the Actrees 202 Undine 903 Jesse Brown 204 Asmodeus 205 Mormons 206 Blanche of Brandywine -.'in Viola 208 Deseret Deserted VOL. XXVii. 209 Americans in Parle 210 Victorine -.Ml Wizard of the Wave 212 Castle Spectre 213 Horse-shoe Robinson 9JN Armand, Mr^. Mowatt 21 Fashion, Mrs. Mowatt 216 Glance at New York VOL. XXVI II. 217 Inconstant j\x Uncle Tom's Cabin 119 liulde to the Stage 220 Veteran 2-.-1 Miller of Neil SSI Dark Hour beji [Laura Keen, 224 Art and Artifice \.\IX. 225 Poor Young Man atomic Itrown r Twist rette 230 Man in the Iron Mask 981 Knight of Arva 232 Moll Pitcher XXX. Susan wt few ■ (rime uly and the Devil .'.'CI Aveii,'. :40 Masks and Fa. I CXX1L 949 The boy Martyr* 250 Lucretia Borgia 251 Surgeon of Parti 252 Patrician's Dnughte* 253 Shoemaker of Toul use 254 Momentous Question 255 Love and Lovalty 256 Robber's Wife VOL. XXXIII. 257 Dumb Oirl of Genoa 8 Wreck Ashore 259 Clarl 260 Rural Felicity -.'61 Wallace 262 Madelaine 263 The Fireman • to the Mill VOL. XXXIV. 265 Two Loves and a Life 266 Annie Blake n ard 268 Captain Kvd 262 Nick of the Woods 270 Marble Heart •.'71 Second 272 Dream at Sea vol. xxxv. 273 Breach of Promise 274 Review 978 Lady of the Lake 276 Still Water Runs Deep 277 The Scholar 278 Helping Hands 279 Faust and Marguerite 280 Last Man VOL. XXXVI. 281 Belle's Sirs; 282 Old and Youug 263 Raffaella 284 Ruth Oaklev 286 BritUI. 2e6 A Life's Ransom 287 Giralda g&> Time Tries All VOL. xxxvii. 289 Ella Rosenl.urg 990 Warlock of the Glen 991 Zellna 998 Beatrice hor Jack wood 294 Wonder 995 Robert Emmet 296 Oreen Bu>he» VOL. XXXVIII. • Arte 299 The Midnight Banquet Hour Queen die of Libert v 3(17 Fraud and Us Victims 308 Putnam and Deserter 810 La F.ammlua 311 A Hard Struggle 312Gwinnette Vaughan VOL 313 The Love Knot [Judge 314 Levator, or Not a Bad Heart olanos 317 The Winter's Tal 318 Kveleen Wilson 319 Ivanhoe .than in Eng (French's Standard Drama Continued on 3 ^ page of Cover.) SAMUEL FRENCH, 28-30 West 38th Street, Neiv York City. New and Explicit Descriptive Catalogue Mailed Free «mi Request A MAKER OF MEN. A DUOLOGUE IN ONE ACT ALFRED SUTRO. AUTHOR OF The WnJU of Jericho" " A Marriage has been Arrmcyed," " Mollentrave on W&men^' €te. t cU+ Copyright, 1902, hy Alfred Sutro CAUTION.— Amateurs and Professionals are hereby warned that "A Maker of Men," being fully protected under the copyright laws of the United States, is subject to royalty, and any one presenting the play without the consent of the publisher will be liable to the penalties by law provided. Application for the right to produce "A Maker of Men" must be made to Samuel French, 28-30 West 38th St., New York City. All rights reserved New York SAMUEL FRENCH PUBLISHER 28-30 WEST 38TH STREET London SAMUEL FRENCH, Ltd. 26 Southampton St. STRAND A MAKER OF MEN. Scene — A little sitting-room in a small house in a far-away street in West Hampstead. It is evening ; the lamps are lit and the curtains draum. The furniture is very simple, its most prominent feature being a cottage piano, which fills a corner; but everything in it, from the ehairs upwards, is good of its kind, carefully chosen, and blends harmoniously with its neighbour. The books on the shelves, the wall-paper on which hang good photographs of Kembrandt, da Vinci, and Velasquez, the flowers on the table and mantelpiece, the few bits of old china, brass and pewter, combine to invest the little room with a pleasant atmosphere of refinement and tulture. Cuthbert Farringdon and Edith, his wife, are its only occupants. He is a man of forty-two, of medium height, with an eager intellectual face. Edith is ten years younger, a deep-chested woman, with a magnifi- cent figure. Her face is strikingly handsome ; the large grey eyes are sunk rather deep, and the extraordinarily long lashes almost throw a veil across them. Her dress, cut a little low at the neck, and with sleeves bare to the elbow, is exceedingly simple, but of excellent taste and design. Edith is sewing, seated in an arm chair by the table, o. ; Cuthbert, up r. o., crosses to L., paces the room nervously. Cuth. Only nine ! (moves to l.) How the minutes crawl ! It seems hours since dinner, (sits l. of table.) Surely the post is late to-night? (goes up into window l.c.) Edith, (is sitting c.) No, dear, the hour's just striking. A quarter-past is the usual time. Are you sure you'll hear to-day ? Cuth. Maxwell promised — and he's a man of his word, (up l.c.) "As soon as the directors rise," he said, "I'll pencil you a note." A good fellow, Maxwell ; he'll do what he can for me, I know. Edith- Well, in about ten minutes . Cuth. Yes ; we shall know our fate, (comes to back of arm-chuir c.) Oh, this means such a lot to mo I 3969 8 A MAKER OF MEN. Edith, (gently) Cathbert Cuth. (comes a) You think me too sanguine, o! course, and all that. But every man in the office is certain that I shall be chosen. Maxwell himself told me that there wasn't much t doubt. And, remember, this is the last branch the bank will' open, for years. ^They've been going ahead too fast as it is. It's my last chance, (to her c.) But what a chance! Here am I, at forty-two, getting three hundred a year. As manager at Croydon I shall have six hundred, and any amount of possibilities. Arid such a house ! Edie, you'll love it. (sitting on nrm of chair c.) Edith. We've been very happy here. Cuth. Oh, yes, but poor — grindingly poor. We've had to weigh every penny. Now we shall be able to afford a stall in the theatre once in a way — cabs — a little supper at a restaurant. We've been such mice, so far ! And it means another servant for you, and less drudgery. Oh, I tell you, (rise and c.) I ask nothing more in life. I'll say, like Malvolio, "Jove, I thank thee! " (to window mp l.c.) Isn't it strange that postman doesn't come? Edith. Don't be so excited, dearest. Mr. Maxwell' may have forgotten. Cuth. He never forgets; he's the soul of punctuality and order. Oh, no, he has written. The letter's in the post- man's bag. Heaven, to think of it! (comes down l. and takes paper off c. table) I'll make that Croydon branch a success, I can tell you. I've got the stuff in me. Edith. Don't build on it too much, dear Cuthbert. You don't know what the directors may do. Cuth. (sitting l. of- table c.) They may pass me over, of course, but I don't think it likely. There's orily one other man in the running — Pegwell. (turns wp) And Pegwell's ray junior by three years. He's a smart chap, but he's my junior, and the directors are very conser- vative. It's pretty long odds on me. Oh. if it doesn't come off — if it doesn't — don't be afraid, Edie. (ruts, down l.) I'll bear it like a man. Edith. I'm sure "of that, Cuthbert. Cuth. (to l. of Edith back of table, sitting on table) I really' don't care for myself ; it's for you that I want it— for you. We've been married nine years — arid a poor time you've had of it ! You, the prettiest of the three sisters — and see how the others have married ! Edith, (smiling) Do you think I am dissatisfied? (Vtii. (is sitting on Edith's l.) Ah, with your maid- of all-work, and the three children upon your hands thf A. -MAKER 11 MEN. 9 whole of the day, you must often and often have wished —oh. never mind that now' It's over— T know that it's over ! Six hundred a year ; and a house- that's equal to seven hundred and twenty, And therp aro big oppor- tunities ; as the bank prospers the manager prospers with it. (taking work and puttino it behind him) Ah, Edie, no more sitting up late in the night sewing and darning, and having to make your own dresses ! Edith. That's not a hardship; and does my lord think that I dress so badly ? Cuth. (embracing her) Tou ! Is there anything you do badly? That dress you have on to-night— it's . my favourite too- Edith. I put it on for you, this being a special occa- sion, for good or for ill. That's a thing that's so sweet about you; you notice what one has on. Most men wouldn't. Cuth.. Most men, poor things, haven't wives like mine. Hark ! That's the postman's knock next door, (going to window l.c.) . . . Confound him, what is he waiting for? Do we pay him to stand on the doorstep and gossip? t . . Here he comes, here he is. (goes to door l. and returns to c.) I'll let the girl bring it in. Edith, (rising and going to Cuthbert, c, throwing her %rm& round his neck) Cuthberb- Cuth. (disengaging himself gently) All right! Don't be afraid, dear. . . . If the news is bad I shall stand it. . . . Sit down. . . . Why doesn't that girl bring the letter? (goes to door l.) Can't she tear herself from her wretched novelette ? Ah, there she goes — at last ! . . . She's taken it out. Ah ! (comes c. A knock) Come in ! A. trim little Maid enters L., with a letter on a salver, which she gives to Cuthbert, who takes it andbalanees it feverishly in his hands. She turns to Edith. Matd; (up l.c.) Oh, if you please, m'm- Edith. (pleasantly) Not now, Mary* To-morrow. The Maid goes l. Cuthbert walks to Edith and gives her the letter. Cuth. (c.) Here, you open it, Edie.. Our fate's in there. Let me have it from you.. Edith opens the envelope ; there is a -small pencilled note inside ,' she glances at it and lets her head fall. Cuth. (a, drops of perspiration falling down his face, Edie.1 » 10 A MAKER OF MEN. Slie holds out her hand to him; he strides towards her takes the letter, and reads it. Cuth. (a, hoarsely) Regrets. . . Pegwell . . „ Ah. . . . Oh, all right. I might have known. [throws letter into fire.) Edith, (rising, urith outstretched arms) Cuthbert ! Cuth. (impatiently, moving away) All right. . . . (crosses l.) I'm all right. . . . It's frightfully hot in here, isn't it? Do you mind if I open the window? (he flings the sash open and stands there, his back turned to her.) Edith, (c.) You'll catch cold. Cuth. (closing the window with a bang, and coming down L.) Pegwell ! Of course ! I might have known ! Edith, (sit c.) Has he any influence? Cuth. (sitting l. of c. table) Perhaps. It may be. My luck! My cursed luck! It was my last chance. Here am I, with three hundred a year, rising twenty pounds annually till it reaches four hundred and fifty. Eight years — I shall be fifty then. And at sixty they pension me off ; and we spend the rest of our days in some wretched little country cottage. That's our future, (rising) I'm done — finished, (crosses B.C. to stool.) Edith, (rises ; goes to him. Gently) You said you'd be brave. Cuth. (sitting on stool n.c.) One man after the other has passed me, and I started pretty well, too. A clerk in a bank, of course ; but there were opportunities. Now I'm shunted — stuck in a siding for the rest of my life. Edie, you've married an ass, and that's the plain truth of it. Edith, (kneeling by him) We know better, you and I. Cuth. I'm a failure, a rank, rotten failure. Oh, yes, I am ; I know it, and you know it. We used to think — I did, at least — that I was no end of a clever fellow. I had my theories, my ideas — I was going to write a book on banking that was to astonish the world. My dear, that book will never be written. Edith. Oh, yes, it will. Cuth. Never. There's piles and piles of MS. shut up in that drawer ; and you, poor darling, have listened to the 4ull stuff over and over again. But there's nothing in it. I'm like all dull men — I've a glimmer of an idea, but when I try to express it it eludes me. That's the truth. I fancied myself above the average ; the fact is, Tm below it. Edith, (sitting back on floor and pulling him down) I'm ▲ MAKER OF MEN. 11 no foo! ; I've a fairly clear intellect and a fairly sound judgment. I believe in you; I believe in your book; I believe in your future. Cuth. My future ! Ah, Edie, it isn't really favouritism that has put these other men above me, men who are my juniors. It's because they were better men than I. I've known it in my heart a long time. And I'll tell you something else, that I've been ashamed to tell you before. I had a great chance, three years ago. Never mind how, it would take a long time to tell, and it's an intricate matter ; but one of our biggest clients was swindling us, and I might have found it out. I didn't. No one could blame me, of course. I had done all my routine work well enough. But there it was. Edith. Did anyone else discover it ? Cuth. No, but I might have. It's like the born whist- player, who divines what his partner holds. The bank was let in for a hundred thousand. And the maddening thing is, that I had a vague suspicion. But I just lacked the something — in point of fact, the brain. No one could blame me, everything was right as far as I was con- cerned, but Fortune had knocked at my door and I wouldn't open. The directors said nothing, of course. What could they say? But that's why I've been passed over, and am passed over to-day. I hoped they'd forgotten ; they haven't. There ! I've got it off my chest. I shall be a wretched bank clerk for the rest of my days. I've made a hash of my life — and, what's worse, of yours. (turns to her.) Edith, (long pause) Finished ? Cuth. (is sitting on stool r.c. ; smiles) Yes, I've said my say. Now you know all about it. Now you see what sort of man you've had the bad luck to marry. Edith, (is kneeling on his left. Gently ; comedy) I'm afraid I'm not as sorry for myself as I should be. Cuth. (holding her hands) Ah, of course, you won't admit it. But when I look at you now, why, with all the hard work, and slaving, and the three children, (taking her face) you're as pretty to-day as you were when I married you. Edith. You dear! Cuth. You manage to dress on tuppence a year, and look as though you were turned out in Bond-street ; you're a splendid musician ; you find time to read and to think of what you read ; in fact, you a remarkable woman, and you deserved to marry a man who was worthy of you. Edith. Like Tom ? IS A MAKER OF MEN. Corn. Why not? Hilda can't hold a candle to yoo, and her husband has ten thousand a year! Edith. A house in Park Lane, a yacht, a motor-car, and a most shocking temper. Citth. That's all very well. Edie, Edie, you must have •aid these things to yourself many a time ! Edith. Every day after lunch. Cuth. (rise and go to fireplace) You're never murmured, of course, or complained ; it's not your way. But that's what galls me. (Edith rises and stands R.c.) There was the golden chance. I let it go by. Fool ! Fool ! And you, my poor darling, denied every luxury, every trifle that sweetens life ! Edith. You needn't be sorry. for me. Cuth. For whom else? Vm all right. I go out in the morning, come back at night, (taking her hands) and there you are, waiting for me, always the same, always with a smile on your lips. But how have you passed the day? The little dinner's ready, as dainty a dinner as a man could desire, but who has cooked it? You. What have you done during those long and tedious hours? You have been with the children, all the time with the children. You have been teaching, dusting, darning, sewing, mend- ing. On whom does the burden of our wretched poverty fall ? Not on me. On you. Edith. You need not be sorry for me, dear Cuthbert. (going to table and- folding up work.) Ooth. Ah, but I am! When I think of your sisters, the lives they lead ! When I see other men getting on in the world ! And I — what have I done ? Nothing! Edith, (sits c. ; pause, and going to him B.C.) You have made a woman love you. Cuth. (to her c.) Oh, and I'm grateful! If I hadn't that ! But I've a terrible fear at times that there must be something of pity in that love, Edie, (a step away R..C.) something almost of contempt. Edith. Cuthbert! pity, contempt! If I had not the deepest respect and admiration for you (catching his arm) there could be no love. You mustn't say such things ; you mustn't think them, not for an instant. My life is the same as millions of women ; but most husbands are satislied, and say that is all a woman is lit for. (stop and change) You have shared every burden of mine, as far as a man could share it, and therefore it has been no burden but only a labour of love. You have given me all that a man can give to his wife except luxury, and that I don't need. A MAKER OF MIW. 13 Cuth. (doing to fireplace R.) Put it as you will, my poor child, it's drudgery all the same, monotonous, incessant drudgery. And why should you be a drudge — You ? Why should you have to bear all the labour of the house ? Edith, (rise up c. and slowly down L. and to c.) Ah, the dear little house ! I look after it, yes ; it's my toy, my plaything. So much of it is the work of my hands and yours ! (down) There isn't a pretty thing in it that does not stand for happy walks in the evening, when we pondered and hesitated could we afford to buy it, or no. (sits R. on his l.) This wall-paper that we put up our- selves, the bookcase, the brackets you carved, the curtains I made — oh, Cuthbert, this house is so intimately of us, so truly our home, that I should have been sorry to leave it ! We came here together after our honeymoon ; we have lived in it ever since, and I thought we had both been happy Cuth. Because of you, always you ! Your management, your pinching and scraping, of which I see nothing! Just think (sitting on stool r., back to audience) what you might have done with the extra money ! Edith. It would have been pleasant, of course; but, after all, are we so badly off? We live comfortably, we put a little by every year, we give our mite to the poor. (rising) Cuthbert, you have hurt me to-night. Cuth. (anxiously, sitting back to andience) Edie ! Edith. Yes, you have hurt me. (sitting; Cuthbekt embraces her) Why depreciate yourself ? That wounds me. What if you do lack the faculty some men possess of making a great deal of money? Is money every- thing? And shall you hang your head, call yourself a failure, because this appointment has gone to another man? Cuth. I was his senior, you see. I had a claim. Edith. And then? It's for me you are sorry, you say. Do you think I care? (leaning on his a. shoulder) When we play our duets together, when we talk of the books we have read, don't you think I value that more than if you made millions, and when you came home could speak of nothing but stocks and shares? Oh, be as ambitious as you like — and you have the power, you can do far more than you think — but within these four walls, in our home, you, husband and father, have achieved a great deal, a very great deal. And you mustn't think otherwise. I will not endure it. Cuth. Edie I 14 A MAKER OF MEN. Edith. No I will not. (rising) Ah, I know Hilda shakes her head, and talks of poor Edie ! I fiever have 14 a good time," she says, (sit c.) A good time ! Do I want to invite smart young men to tea, do that dreary daily round of the park, and talk scandal with other women? Do I yearn to play bridge and golf? . . . Don't be sorry for me, Cuthbert. Cuth. (to l. of chair c. ; sitting on table, leaning over L. of Edie) Oh, Hilda's not so far out. Your life is all work, work, work, from morning till night. And what can I do for you ? Edith. Nothing but love me. (Cuthbert takes her hands) We love each other, you and I. We are not like some husbands and wives, who think a holiday no holiday unless they spend it apart. We don't want to flirt with other men and women, {pause) You don't see my wrinkles ; you don't notice that my complexion has faded. Cuth. It hasn't! Edith. You see? Your love throws a kind of glamour around me. (Cuthbert embraces her) Nothing in this world gives a woman more happiness than that. You are not only my husband, you are ray lover. I look forward to your coming home, night after night, as eagerly as in the first days. You give me the same little attentions and oourtesies as when we were engaged. I try to dress prettily to please you : I make my own dresses, and the work is pleasant, because it is done for you. We love each other, and in this great foolish world that is the one thing that counts. Is it not ? Cuth. Yes, yes, my darling, yes ! (comes to l. of table and sits) But, still, you can't think how glad I should have been to be able to relieve you a little. To give you a little more leisure ! Have a nurse, so that at least you might be spared the children about you all day. Edith. The children! Cuth. The appalling weariness of it! From morning till night! Ah, you've said nothing of them ! Edith. No, I have said nothing of the children, your children and mine, the children you gave me, our three sons. ... I spend the whole day with them, yes, and day after day. I've no nurse, and desire none. . . . Some women may consider this drudgery. Let them ! (rising) I am your children's nurse, I am their mother. (turn away from him and picture it) When they came into the world they lay on my breast and I fed them. They are mine, all mine (turn to him) and yours ; no one came between us. And as then I nourished their body, so do I A MAKEK OF MEN. 15 now feed their heart and brain on all that is best in me. ... I give what I have. ... I teach them, they teach me more. ... I watch their tender minds throw out shoots day after day. I watch them expand, develop. ... They need me — I'm there, I give. . . . These three sons of ours, yours and mine, shall, God willing, grow into fine, noble men ; and shall I not have done my very good part? Am I to be pitied, do you think, I, who (up) make men? (up.) Cuth. (wonderingly) Edie ! Edith, (raising him and taking him c.) I, with my husband and children, with my rich full life ! (away from him K.c.) I, the happiest woman on earth ! Cuth. (throwing hit arms round her and going to her) Edie, Edie! Edith, (placing her hands on his shoulders) The happiest woman on earth ! Are you not the real husband, the lover, the one man who has made my heart beat? Is ▼our kiss not as sweet to me to-day as it was in our honeymoon ? I loved you before our children were born — how much more do I love you now, in them (pause) and through them! (change) Cuthbert! Cuthbert ! Let us never speak of these things again. They are too sacred. You were unhappy; I have let you look into my soul. And, oh, my dear one, let us be content with this great joy of ours, and ask nothing more, (pause) lest what we nave be taken ; and nothing the world has to offer could atone for what we have, we two— our children, our great and wonderful love. • • » For a moment they stand face to /ace, looking into each other* t eyes ; then Cuthbert kisses her almost reverently on the lips. Slow Curtain, on Last Wom* JUST PVBLlSnBD What Happened to Jones An Original Farce in Three Acts By GEORGE H. BROADHURST CAST OF CHARACTERS JOKES, who travels for a hymn-book house EBENEZER GOODLY, a professor of anatomy ANTONY GOODLY, D. D. , Bishop of Ballarat RICHARD HEATHERLY, engaged to Marjorie THOMAS HOLDER, a policeman WILLIAM BIGBEE, an inmate of the Sanitarium HENRY FULLER, superintendent of tJie Sanitarium MRS. GOODLY, Ebenezer's wife CISSY, Ebenezefs ward MARJORIE, ) MINERVA ) Ebenezer's daughters ALVINA STARLIGHT, Mr. Goodly 's sister HELMA, a servant SYNOPSIS OF SCENES ACT 1; — Handsomely furnished roofcv fn home of , Ebenezer Goodly. ACT 2.— The same. ACT 3.— The samel This is the jolliest sort of a farce, clean and sparkling all the way through. A professor of anatomy is hirrri h/ a prize fight and the police make a raid on the "mill." The professor escapes to his home, followed by Jones, a traveling salesman, who sells hymn books when he can and playing cards when he cannot. The police are on the trail, so Jones disguises himself by putting on a Bishop's garb, and a lot of funny complications ensue. The other fumnakers are aided not a little by an escaped lunatic. This celebrated farce has been a tremendous success for years on the professional stage and is now published for the first time. PRICE, 50 CENTS f^-SEND FOR A NEW DESCRIPTIVE CATALOGUE. VOL. XLI 321 The Pirate's Legacy W2 The Charcoal Burner 323 Adelgitha 324 Senor Valiente 3'.'o Forest Rose 326 Duke's Daughter 327 Camilla's Huso? _„ 325 Pure liold VOL. XLII. 329 Ticket ot Leave Man 330 Fool's Revenge 3S1 O'Nell the Great 332 Handy Andy 333 Pirate of the Isle* 334 Fanchon 335 Little Barefoot 336 Wild Irish Girl VOL. XLIII. 337 Pearl of Savoy 33$ Dead Heart 3;-ty Ten Nights in a Bar-room 340 Dumb Boy of Manchester 341 BelphegortheMounteb'k 342 Cricket on the Hearth 343 Printer's Devil 344 Meg's Diversion (French's Standard Drama Continued front 2d page of Cover.) VOL. XLIV. 346 Drunkard's Doom 346 Chimney Corner 347 Fifteen Years of a Drunk 348 No Thoroughfare rard's 34a Peep O' Dav (.Lift 350 Everybody's Friend 35LGen. 'Grant 352%.athleen Mavourneen VOL, XLV. 353 Nick Whiffle; 354 Fruits of the Wine Cup 35o Drunkard's Warning 356 Temperance Doctor 357 Aunt Dinah 358 Widow Freeheart 359 Frou Frou 360 Long Strike VOL. XLVt. 361 Larcers 362 Lu< ille 363 Raadall's Thumb 364 Wicked* World 365 Two Orphans 366 Colleen Bawn 367 'Twixt Axe and Crown 363 Lady Clancarthy VOL. XLVU. 369 Saratoga 370 Never Too Late to Mem 371 Lily of France 372 Led" Astray 373 Henry V 374 Unequal Match • ■75 May or Dolly's Delusion 376 Allatoona VOL. XLVIII. 377 Enoch Arden 37 s L'nJer the Gas Light 379 Daniel Rochat 380 Caste 3sl School 3rtk ir«e Hit 18 NT 1 In. K ■ C ;x /ti •ii .« G oU eti ar- li.' >art 1-f ofMr^ LD 21-50m-l,'38 ml i (Jho»t 158 Persecut«d Dutchman VOL. XX. 158 Muaard Hall 10 (-treat Tragic Revival 155 High Low Jack ame 166 A Gentleman from Ire- 157 Tam and Jerry [land 158 VII I ago Lawyer in'a not A -mlw iftri Amateurs and Acton ::!•: Game 282 Fighting by Proxy VOL. m Unprotected Female 234 Pet of the Petticoat* 435 Forty and Fifty p '.>31 Who Stole the Pock at- 316 Maeanarade til My Son Diana [eten $17 Crowding th 9.!8 Unwarrantable I n t -u -ImI* Uond Nirhf: 289 Mr. and M-». White ]31« Man with th. 40 A Quiet Family errible Tlol Day'* Did y 318 An irishman'. 314 Oouilti Fani,