The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1869-12-24

ETHEL.-But now you don't. Oh, cruel.
HARoLD.--But you are engaged to James
Casby.
ETiEL.-What q ridiculous objection You
know that my engagements mean nothing. |
am always hopping about from lover to lover.
Besides, | don't love James Casby; only want
to marry him for his money.
HARoLD.-Ie is n snob.
ETHEL (hmO.-That may be, dear Harold,
but 1t isn't pretty to say so. Forgive me- dearest,
| did not mean to wound you by the bitterness of
my reprOacheS.
HARoLD.--Ethel, he is a snob because having
been taken from the Streets thirty years ago, by
my father, and placed by him in the way of
making the gigantic income that seems always
to fall to the lot of people who begin with
nothing, he declines to assist my father by ad-
vancing him the few millions he requires to
place himself straight with his creditors.
Enter CAsBY.
CAsBY.--Ethel you are making great sacri-
Ace in marrying me.
ETHEL.---l am.
CAsBY.--I am ain--awkward-mat
fact
ETHEL.-You are-oh, you are.
CAsBY.--l am not brilliant.
ETHEi.-You are not.
CAsBY.--NIy birth is contemplate.
ETHEL.-Iti is.
CAsBY.--I am not worthy of you, Ethel.
ETHEL.--You are notch, you are not!
CAsBY.--My darling Ethel, we agree on every
point. EGt ETHEL
Enter Col. CALTHoRPE.
Col. C.---James Casby, owe Parkle two
thousand pounds. Lend me that sum,
CAsBY.-Neyer!
Col. C.-Remember, I made you! AL you
have you owe to me.
CAsBY..-Still / repeat-never! will pay you
all owe you, but not in money. ErH CASEY.
Enter MARY WATERS, a nursery gOuerness.
MARY W.-Harold (Rushes TO his arDos.)
our secret intrigue. There is verandah open
ing out into the lawn-and several doors to this
room-there are half-a-dozen people in the
house who are always popping in and out of
this apartment; but, nevertheless, you shall sit
at my feet, lay your head upon my bosom, and
confde to me all your little sorrows in the most
affectionate attitude you can conveniently
assume!
she does so. They get gery qteo'io"ate.
MARY lin her innocenoe).-Does your papa
wear a cooked hat!
HAROLD Coih proper PRIDE ).-He does, Mary!
MARY.-Oh, how should like to wear cooked
hat. SObS on his bosom.
Enter ETHEL.
ETHEL.-Harold! Miss Waters! This is wrong.
HAROLD (toih quiet decision) Now, look
bully-rag me. Get out!
Enter Col. CALTHORPE and MANAssEH, a bjU
discOunter.
Col. C.-You scoundrel, you owe Manasseh
HAROLD.-Too true.
Enter CASEY.
ETHEL.-Oh, Mr.. Casby, pay this debt for
Harold, and will try and respect you, although
l can never love you
CAsBY.-No; owe Colonel Cathorpe heavy
debt, but shan't pay it in money.
Coz. C.-Lost lost lost!
HARoLD.-By way of making matters plea
santer, don't think j could select more judi
cious moment, papa in which to inform you
that intend to marry MARY WATERS, your nur-
sery governcss.
MARY Gin her simplicitO. And then / shall
yn1 hntt
Coz. C.-Leave my house, sir, and take that
hussy with you. You are no son of mine.
Dance and off,
ACT H.-HARoLD CALTHoRPEs Chambers IN
Grdys Inn. HAROLD diScOUered, editing n
sCtTrtLOaS paper.
HARoLD.-Alone in London with Mary, and
not penny to bless ourselves with started
scurrilous paper which brings me in thousand
ayear.
E,stor MARY.
MARY.-My Harold You have been very ill.,
and have been nursing you. Here are eggs
and sausages (although it is july. Eat them
and be happy. E1u MARY.
E.ter ETHEL and CAsBY.
HAROLD.--ETHEL, what does this mean
ETHEL.-Come back to us and James Casby
viii pay all your debts have bullied him into
this concession.
CASEY (toeahly). Yes; have consented to do
that.
HARoLD.-Indeedl Then will return with
pleasure. ] will do anything for money. In
deed every one in the piece Gas far as ] can
judge) would do anything for money. Come to
the home of my ancestors.
Enter MARY.
ETHEL.-Oh, quite forgot this young weman.
Adieu, for ever
IThey are about TO lodue HAROLD to his fate
toReR enter Coll CALTHoRPE.)
Col. C.--Stop | have come into peerage
and Harold must return. | now Lord
OYington
HARoLD.-Oh, indeed, certainly. Goodbye
Mary You have been very usefll to met
will always be satisfaction to you to remember
that.
NARY.-Ah, me (Fdints.)
TABLEAU.
ACT III-OoiagtOH Grange. Eater Cor. CAi4-
THORPE (aoIo LORD OV1NGToN) aud CASEY.
LORD O.-Mr. Casby Ethel don't love you
She absolutely dislikes you.
CAsBY.--lmpossible
LORD O.-Ah, you don't know her--she don't
care for you-and think you had better break
off the match. EI1 LORD O.
ERtcr ETHEL.
CASEY. Ethel, let us cry Off.
Enthusiastically, with pleasure.
E1it CASEY.
ETHEL.--That's all right. Now to flop my
affections ON Harold once more.
Enttr MARY WATERS.
MARY (toildly),-Giye me my Harold
ETHEI.-Y your Harold?
HARY.-Yes he loves me! / came here TO see
him and ana told that he has Just left.
ETuEI,- Harold gone! Oh, send for Mr.