The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1896-08-22
AGAIN.
ny BULKELEY CREswELL.


Characters: Maj. Blower, aged eighty,
seven. Blue Artillery: Miss De Trafrorj
Mutton. aged thirty-two. thirteen sea-
sons out ('twenty- four last birthday'D
Mamma, her mother; Philips, a parlor-
maid.
Scene: Drawing-room In important garri-
son town. Sofa at back. chain and tripod
work basket with worked silken cover;
fire. with glass over-mantel. Tea-table
IN front of sofa. Basket-chairs with
sy on picture frames. Proprfetors: Scent
bottle, two Bladder Sleeves, one Yellow
French Novel with picture on back: tea
things with sugar, book. etc.
r(Miss De T. Mutton and Bladder Sleeves
discovered reclining on sofa. reading
yellow French Novel with picture on
back. Philips entering with tea-things)
Miss DE T. Mutton-I am not at home
to anyone but Maj. Blower; you under
stand, Philips?
Philip-Yes, miss, 1 understand.
exit
Miss De T. Mutton (puts down novel
on sofa and ruminates)-Y I'm sure
he will 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,
nc cannot think that take care of my
self! It's years since went anywhere
without chaperon. I-he- Us not
quite 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 IL? Then again little more:
Yes, isn't it? Notices one cheek has
wider surface of red than the other;
thinks: ut is my cheek towards the
fret does not matter" Realizes that
1t is the cheek away from the fire; adj
justs with handkerchief; begins to try
and see her back; fancies she hears
some one and stops; tries to see il again !;
thinks she is looking dull; goes to table,
drops eau-de-Cologne from scent bot
tie on lump of sugar, eats it; prepares
another. Loud knocking below. Drops
sugar and runs to window; peeps eau
,iously round blind; runs back to sofa
Notices yellow French novel with
picture on back, thrusts il under cover
of work basket runs for Waverley novel
from bookcase, gets back on sofa with
smart dress, bladder sleeves. slippers,
ankles, white flounce underskirt, etc.
tEntcr Philips.)
Philips-Maj. Blower. ENTER Mai.
Blowzer.) ...
Maj. Blower (awkwardly)-Ah---
now-dy-do, Miss De Trafford? (They
shake hands.) I hardly hoped to find
you at home on such lovely afternoon.
I'm {
Miss De T. Mutton-Yes, isn't Il?
Maj. Blowzer-'Fraid I'm disturbing
your reading. Waverley, see. Wishes
he had never come begging.)
Miss De r. Mutton--Yes, delight in
Waverly, don't you? 1t is my pet Of NIL
Sir Walters. I'm never tired of read
ing it. (Sits sofa L.)
Maj. Blowzer-Yes, very much, yes;
we used to do it at school. (Talxes up
book and sits uneasily.) All, this, yes,
l see-Quentin Durward.
Miss De 7. Mutton-That? o, yes:
yes, that. But won't you put down your
hat, Maj. Blower?
Maj. Blowzer-Thanks, yes, thanks.
tTries to seem as il the idea was new to
him. Decides he will never go begging
for bazars AGAIN.
Miss De T. Mutton-Won't you have
some ten Mai Rlonyzerp
Maj. Blowzer-O, thanks very much,
yes, thanks.
Miss De T. Mutton-Sugar?
Maj. Blowzer-Please, yes, thanks,
YES, thank you. (Realizes he must be.
gin.) 1 hope, Miss de Trafford, you
have recovered from the fatigues of last
night; you look very fresh, If may say
so.
Miss De T. Mutton (fenrs she has
overione ito! wasn't it delightful;
and that last waltz with you, Mai.
Blower! Uooks at him, accidentally
drops lump of sugar, reaches over sugar
basin for. it. picks up lump charged
with eau-de-cologne, puts it into tea,
hands him cup.)
Maj. Blowzer--O, thanks! Yes, re.
member; you were telling me all about
a bazaar you were helping with; awful
ly good of yon, don't you know, think.
(Smells tea; tries to sniff ut il without
being noticed; tastes cautiously.)
Miss De T. Mutton remembers she
had on black satin and Philanthropy
the night before; does a graceful laugh
.of three syllables)-O, no! I'm quite in
love with bazars; have given you
enough sugar, Maj. Blower?
Maj. Blower Quite, thanks, yes.
Coughs slightly; remembers to have
heard of scented tea" hopes he VIII
never meet with IL again. Looks about
for excuse to set down cup.) Now, well,