St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1896-10-17
AGAIN.

AGAIN.
CT BULkELEY CRESwELL
Characters: Mai. Eiowzer, aged eighty
seven, Blue Artillery: Miss De TRAITOR.
Mutton. aged thirty-twO, thirteen sea
sons out C'twenty-four last birthday'D
Mamma, her mother: Philips. parlor
maid
Scene: Drawing-room i'm important garri
son town. Sofa at back, chain and tripod
work-hasket with worked silken cover
ire, with glass over-mantel. Tea-tabl.
In front of sofa. Easket-chairs Wit;
bows on them. photographs. draped film
sy on picture frames. Proprietors: Scent
bottle. two Bladder Sleeves, one YELLOW
French Novel with picture on back: tea
things with sugar. book, etc.
(Mfss De T. Mutton and Bladder Sleeves
discovered reclining on sofa, reading
yellow French Novel with picture or
back. Philips entering with tea-things.l
Miss De +. Mutton am not at home
to anyone but Maj. Blower; you under
stand, Philips?
Philip-Yes, miss, 1 understand
(Exit)
on sofa and ruminates) Yes, I'm sure
he win come. I've managed mamma
nicely. He asked SO pointedly. He was
SO very But why me instead OF
mamma? Surely he can't think-no
he cannot think that take care of my.
self. It's years since i went anywhere
without a chaperon. The lis not
cutie satisfied; gets up and goes to
glass and preens and plumes herself
fuses out skirt, plucks at bladder
sleeves; presses down fiat curl in middle
OF forehead; smooths over bodice;
notices she is looking anxious: looks
pretty into glass: frowns for contrast;
looks pretty again: says in dumb show
Yes. isn't it? Then again little more:
Yes, isn't it? Notices one cheek has
wider surface of red than the other;
thinks: 1T is my cheek towards the
fret does not matter" Realizes that
it is the cheek away from the fire: adj
insts with handkerchief; begins to try
and sec her back; fancies she hears
some one and stops; tries TO see it again:
thinks she is looking dull: goes to table.
drops eau-de-C Cologne from scent bot
tie on lump of sugar, eats it: prepares
another. Loud knocking below Drops
sugar and runs TO window: peeps eau
liously round blind: Rms back to sofa.
Notices yellow French novel with
picture on hack, thrusts il under cover
work-basket;r ;runs for Waverley novel
from bookcase. gets back on sofa with
smart dress, bladder sleeves. slippers,
a;,klcs. white fiounce underskirt, etc. J
(Enter Philips.)
Philips-Maj. Blower. Enter Mai.
Blowzer.)
Maj. Blower (awkwardly)-Ah--
how-dy-do. Miss De Trafford? (They
shake hands.) l hardly hoped to find
you at home on such lovely afternoon,
I'm
Miss De T. Mutton-Yes. isn't it?
Maj. Blowzer-'Fraid TIN disturbing
your reading. Waverley. see. (Wisiies
he had never come begging)
Miss De T. Mutton-Yes. delight in
Waverly, don't you? 1t is my pet of al!
Sir Walters. I'm never tired of read
ing it I. tSits sofa L.l
Maj. Blowzer-Yes. very much. YES:
we used to do it at school. (Takes up
book and sits nneasily) All, this, yes,
see-Quentin Durward.
Miss De T.. Muttoa-Thata o. YES:
yes. that. But won't you put down your
hat. Maj. Blower?
Maj. Blowzer-Thanks. YES. thanks.
Tries to seem as If the idea was new to
him. Decides he will never 60 begging
for bazars again.)
Miss De T. Mutton-Won't YOU have
some tea. Maj. Blower?
Maj. Blowzsr-O. thanks very much.
yes. thanks.
Miss De T. Nutton--Sugar?
Maj. 1lowzer-Please. yes. thanks.
YES. thank you. lsealizes he must be-
gin.) l hope, Miss de Trafford. YOU
have recovered from the fatigues of last
night; YOU look very fresh. if may say
SO.
Miss De L. Mutton (fears she has
overdone ito! wasn't it delightful;
and that last waltz with you. Mai.
Blower. Looks at him. accidentally
drops lump of sugar. reaches over sugar
basin for it. picks up lump charged
with ean-de-cologne. puts it into tee.
hands him cup.)
Maj. Rlowzer-O. thanks! Yes. re-
member: you were telling me all about
a bazaar you Were helping with; awful
~ good of You. don't you know. think.
tSmells tea; tries to sniff at il without
being noticed; tastes cautiously.)
Miss De T. Mutton (remembers Sic
had on black satin and Philanthropy
the night before: does graceful laugh
of three syllables)-O. no. I'm quite in
love with hazars; have l given You
enough sugar, Maj. Blower:
Maj. Blowzer-Quite. thanks. YES.
Coughs slightly; remembers to have
heard Of scented tea hopes he will
never meet with it again. Looks about
for excuse to set down cup.) Now. well.
suppose-this kind of thing for in
stance. now-may 7? puts down cup
and takes silken cover from work.
baske$.)..
Niss.pe T. Mutton (suddenly)-O,
doRts please.
N9tBiowzer-I beg pardon. tSees
spe1 French novel with picture on
beck:) Ah-ha. see. yes. well. perhaps
we bad better not. uaughs.)
Miss De T. Mutton-A novel by
Maj. Blowzer-Yes, so see, Miss de |
Tradord, know it. (Laughing.) Ho!
hol I've read il myself, no. ho. hol |
twfoe. no! no, ho! hos Oh dear
en1-ho! no! ho9 yoa'l excuse ne.