The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1896-08-29
AGAIN.
BIT BULKELEY SWE

Characters: Mai. Blower. aged eighty
sever, Blu. Artillery; hiss De TrafTorI
Mutton. aged thIrty-two. thirteen sea
sons out ('twenty-fOuT last b~irthday'D:
Mamma, her mother; Philips, a parlor-
maid.
Scene: Drawfng-rOom in important garri-
son town. Sofa at pack. chain and tripod
wOrk-basket with worked silken cover:
fire, with glass ~over-mantel. Tea table
IN fronc of sofa. Rasket-chairs with
bows on them. photographs, draped finn
sy on picture frames. Proprietors: Scent
bottle, ~ Bladder Sleeves, one Yellow
French Novel with picture on back; tea
things with sugar. book, etc
Miss De I. Mutton and Bladder Sleeves
discovered reclining on sofa, reading
Yellow French Novel with picture on
back. Philips entering with tea-things.J
Miss De I. Mutton-I am not athomc
TO anyone hut IIaj. Blower; you under
stand, Philips?
Philippines, miss, I understand.
(Exit.)
Miss De T. Mutton (puts down novel
on sofa and ruminates)-Yes. I'm sure
he viii come I've managed
nicely. He asked so pointedly. He was
so very But why me instead CT
IuGmma? Surely he can't think-no.
he canHot think that l take care of my
self! It's years since l went anywhere
without a cbaperon. Ehe- 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 it? Then again a little more:
Yes, isn't il? Notices one cheek has
wider surface of red than the other;
thinks: 1T 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 n and stops; tries 20 see it again;
thinks she is looking dull; goes to table,
drops eau-de-ColoGne from scent bot
tle on lump of sugar. eats it; prepares
another. Loud knocking below. Drops
sugar and runs to window; peeps eau
tiously round blind: runs back to sofa.
Notices yellow French novel with
picture on back. thrusts il under cover
of work-basket:ru for Waverley novel
from bookcase, gets back on sofa with
smart dress. bladder sleeves. slippers.
ankles, white founce underskirt, etc.)
(Gnter rhiIips.l
Philirs-iIai. Blower. ENTER Mai.
Blowzer.)
Maj. Blower (awkwardly)-ih-
how-dv-do Miss De Trafford? CThey
shake hands.) / hardly hoped to find
you at home on such Il lovely afternoon.
I'm
Miss De T. Mutton-Yes. isn't it?
Maj. BlowHer-'Fraid I'm disturbing
your reading. Waverley, ] see. Wishes
he had never come begging.)
Miss De T. Mutton-Yes. delight in
Waverly, don't you? 1t is my pet of n!
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. CTakes up
book and sits uneasily.) All, this, yes,
/ see-Quentin Durward.
Miss De T. Mutton-That? o, YES:
yes, that. But won't you put down your
hat, Maj. Blower?
Maj. Blowzer-Thanks. yes, thanks.
CTries to seem as if the idea was new TO
him Decides he will never go begging
for hazars aga;n.)
Miss De T. Mutton-Won't you have
some tea. Maj Blower?
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 l may say
SO. !
Miss De 7. Mutton (fears she has
overdone it)-Ot wasn't it delightful;
and that last waltz with you Mai.
Blower! looks 1T him, accidentally
drops lump of sugar, reaches over sugar
basin for IL picks up lump charged
with eau-decologae, puts it into tea.
hands him cup.)
Maj. Biowzer-O. thanks! Yes, | re-
member; you were telling me all about
r. bazaar you were helping with; awful
iy good of you, don't you know, Think.
tea; tries to sniff at it without
being noticed: tastes c~autiously.)
Miss De T. Mutton remembers sic
had On black satin and Philanthropy
the night before; does q graceful laugh
Of three syllablesl-O. no! I'm quite in
love with hazars; have I given you
enough sugar. Maj. Blower?
Maj. Biowzer-Quite, thanks, yes.
slightly: remembers to have
heard Of Scented tea" hopes he viii
never meet with it again. Looks about
or eScasA to set down cup.) Now. Wei.