New-York tribune., 1901-03-24
NEW-YORK TRIBlN ILLUSTRATED SUPPLEMENT-

Counting on his fnsers) You see there's the
Thee in Me and there's the Me in Thee. That's
mNshticisn. that is. Difficult word to say. mys-
ticishm. Must light lamp and see if can't
find il. Must he somewhere about
Sakf-fou're orunk that's what You are.
nisa;raccfuIly drunk
omar-Of course I'm drunk | am today
what MAS yesterday. and tomorrow shall
not he less. Kiss me.
Slkl 1hoNing his 'arsl-i won't have il, I tell
you. I'm a respectable Sakf: and you're not 10
take liberties or III leave you to find your
WAY home alone.
omar Ohccorin- lnaudlinD-Don't leave me.
nay rose. my bullfinch-I mean hulhul. You
know how my road is hesot with pitfalls -hic-
and with gin
Saki tdissustcdl- of gin ! know. You
never can pass a public house.
Omar 'stiuck with the splondor Of tn" idea)-
/ saN-hic'-let'S fling the dust aside and naked
on The air of heaven ride. It's shame not to
do il,
Filings off hat. ana stamps on it by way Of
sakf tscandalized, you take anything else
off shall call the police.
Omar (terrifedD-Herc. Sakf. come hack How
am ] 10 find my Nay without you9 "a iausel
what's come Ia the siri? l only spokc-hic-
meta -Ihorirally. Difficult word to say. meta
lhonc2ly! t"1S"r pauSep How am To get
home: Can't go lone. Must wait for some one
Ia come along. Peers uTsly about him.)
strange. isn't il. that though lots ii people 80
along here every day. not one returns To tell
me of the road. Very strange. S'pose must
sleep here. S'pose--
The curtain falls for a moment. When it rises
again cay is departing and il is growing
dark. Omar is stiI in his ditch. The door
of the potteT's house. 10 the left of the
stage. is open. the potter having betalen
himself to the tavern opposite. and the pots
within are arguing lercely.
First Pot-DOn't tel me | was only made 10
be broken / know better.
second Pot-Even peerish boy wouldn't
break me! The potter would whack him if he
did.
Third Pot tof a more ungany make)-De-
penfs on what he drank out OF you.
Second Pot-What's that you say. you lop-
sided object?
Third Pot-That's right Sheer at me, 'Tisn't
my fault if the potter's hand shook when he
made me. He was not sober.
Fourth Pot think Slfi pipkin)-1t's all
very well To talk about pot and potter What
| want to know is, what did the pot call the
Third Pot (grumblingD-I believe my cIay's too
dry That's what's the matter with me,
The moon rises. \ step is heard without.
Several Pots-IIark. there's the potter Can't
YOU hear his boots Creaking?
tEnter potter from tavernD
Potter forOssly)-Shut up in there. or I'll break
Of you.
1.-THE pots tremble ana are silent There is
nothing pots dislike much being broken.
Potter tseeing omar)-iulIo! Come out Of
that You're in my ditch. Hifts him into sit
ting posture 10y the collar)
Omar rubbing his eyes)-Eh? What's that?
ON. my head. my head, CLASPS it between his
hancsD
Potter-oet up, You've been drinking
Omar tdazed at his penetratOn)-I wonder
how YOU guessed that,
Potter-It's plain enough. You've been pro-
viding your fading life with liquor. /
that with half eye.
Omar-I have. ] have I've drowned my glory
in a cup. and my heads very bad
Fotter-You should take the pledge.
Omar-Oht I've sworn to give up drink lots
Of times. NDoubtfuliy) But was / sober when
1 swore? Tell mo that.
Potter Scratching his hcad)-DunnOw.
omar staggering TO his feet)-Would but the