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Mr, M. (R.C.) Here is your check !

(Handing the check to Mrs. Montgomery — he sees Jack, l.,
wlio turns— M-RH. Montgomery, c.
Jdck» (Aside. J Two checks, we might say! (Aloud.) How



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d'ye do, boj' and gal ? Snakes, don't know me ? I'll perceed to in-
terjnce u)ywelf! Jack Fentou, from Calavaras, ladies aud gentle-

11161).

Mm. M. (Aside.) Brother Jack ! Oli, horrors !

Mr. M. (Bows coldly.) Mv. Feuton, happy to meet yon, sir.

Jack. (Stares at them with both hands in his pockets. ) Ain't you
though ! You both look like it ! (Laughs. ) I've seed men look
jes' as happy as you that was goiu' to be "hung! Wal, sister Mont-
gomery, how are you ? Shake ! (He seizes Jiold of her liand, shakes
it, and nearly icrings it off.) Wasn't expectin' to see the old boy jes'
yet, was you ?

Mrs. M. No, we thought you were dead. (Shakes her hand —
aside, ) 0-h !

Jack. Yas! But I don't feel like a dead un, do I ? You hain't
been a weariu' mournin' for me, I reckon ?

Mr. M. When did you return, Mr. Teuton?

Jack. Wal, I jest drapt in to-day.

Mrs. M. And— and — where is your home now.

Jack. Just wharever I set my carpet-sack down. Here 'tis^ y'see !
I've been roughing it for some time now, and I am going to spend
the rest of my days with my sisters, Patty and Rosy ! Eh, Rosy ?

(Offers to shake hands again — site turns away.

Mrs. M. Jack, I see by the looks of you tliat you've not made
much improvement in your manners in the years tuat have passed.
We may as well come to an understanding at once. Your sister
Martha is very poor, and needs help. It is your duty to do all you
can for her. Come now, be a man, get something to do for yourself,
and help her. Make your home with her, for — much as it pains me
to say it — it cannot be here.

Jack. Ah, you don't want old Jack Fenton round here, then ?

31rs. M. We cannot have you here, that is all. It is not conve-
nient !

Jack. You say Martha is poor ? Don't you help her any ?

3Irs. M. (Wincing.) Ah! We have assisted her, but you know
we cannot be forever supporting Martha and her entire family. It
is out o^ the question !

Jack. Ah ! You think J ought to help Martha then, do you ?

Mrs. M. AVell, I think you should do your best. Don't you
consider it your duty to do so ?

Jack. (With vigor.) Yas, I do, aud darn me, if I ai'n agoin' to
do it !

Mrs. M. Hush, hush ! Don't swear !

Jack. Oh, darned to the swearing. It's my way, an' I allers do
when I once get excited. It's the way we diggers have far out West.
But, I am obleeged to you for your advice— good sisterly advice.
Advice is the cheapest thing in the market, novv-a-days, only when
you get it from the lawyers, aud then it's dear enough. But you've
been liberal with your advice, and I'll take it. I will help Martha,



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and rough fellow as I am, I'll try to make ber Imppy. I'm not
wauted here, I can see that, but before 1 go I've a few words as I'm
going to say afore parting, I see you're ashamed of your old brother.
I see that as plain as the nose ou your fece. But, bless you, it ain't
the old clothes that'll be the making of a good man. It's the heart !
t Strikes his breast. ) Well, it's all right, I suppose? I ain't agoiu'
to trouble you— not I? Old Jack has been a piUe in his day — ou
many a drunk, and in many a fight — but he'd never go back ou a pard
in trouble, or a M'oinan in distress. You pertend to be a Christian,
eh? (Ldnghs.J You go to your church, read your prayers, sigh,
and moan, and groan, and look solemn ; give money for the heathen,
make a spread of your charity abroad, but let your own sister starve
to death — and not offer to help her — at home! Charity? Ha, La!
Charity be darned ! C Snaps his fingers. ) That kind o' Charity don't
conje from this caboose. (Strikes his breast.

Mr. M. I will not listen to you talk to my wife in that manner,
you fellow.

Jack. All right, go out, then, where you can't hear ihefelloxo !

Mr. M. I shall eject you from the house, you ruffian !

Jack. Dang ye, try it on ! (Strips off his coat.) Lay a hand on
me, and I'll crack your empty head with my cane. The fust thing
you know you'll get me mad, and there will be — something to pay.
Old Jack is ngoin'. (Goes up c. ) He's agoin' to help Martha.
Mark that down. Two hundred thousand dollars will go a good
ways in an economical famil}', and that's what old Jack can show the
documents for any day. Ha, ha ! It ain't all down on paper either.
Jest you stub your toe agin that carpet-sack ? (Kicks it.

Mr. M. Two hundred thousand ? Why, Mr. Fenton — my dear
brother !

Jack. Oh, bother!

Mrs. M. But, Jack, dear Jack ! Don't you see ?

Jack. Oh, fiddlededee! Well, I s'pose I can stay now? Ob, no!
I fixed up in these old duds a purpose, to try my friends. These are
the scales as 1 take to weigh my friends. Old clothes in one scale —
(Kicks Uie s(ick) — friends in t'other. (Shows a large and xoell-filled
pocket-book.) And the fust friends I weighed flew up darned quick.

( Going c.

Mrs. M. (R.c. ) But Jack, we did not know — we supposed.

Jack. (At back, c.) Yes, you supposed — wal, you know now,
and you don't need to be fixin' it up. Jest save j'our soft-soap. You
gave me my walkin' papers once, and now I'll keep 'em. I leave
Kosy here — (Fobds to Mks. Montgomery) — and I'm goin' to sister
Patty there !

(Points off, c. Mb. and Mrs. Montgomery, r.o. Tableau.
Closed in.



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Scene 11. — A Front Slreet,
Jack Fenton slug a without, i.., the nigger melody—,

*'^ly father he bongl)t a bottle of giu,
Oi snp;ar hed u pound.
He bought a spoon to mix it in,
And a bowl to stir it round."

E tiers laughing, L., carrying his sack, which he throws down c. of
stage, and then falls sitting upon it.

Jack. My old sack is getting too heavy, so together we'll take a
rest. ( Laughs afresh. ) Only to think now, that the old man ims
come all these niiles to see them ar gals — that one sister wouldn't ha'
anything to do wi' him, or his old clothes, and his old sack ! Ha, ha,
ha ! She's N. G. ( Winks. ) No gold for nary gal. No good !
(Laughs.) I wonder what they think of old Jack now? They'll
say that I jjlayed it on 'em pretty fine. That I was awful cuunin'!
It does hurt 'em to know that I struck pay dirt out thar, and that
they kind of staved me off 'fore I made 'em know the particulars of
the thing. Now we will see how Martha — my dear little Patty, as I
allers called her — will take the old man's coming back. She wag
always a little better natured than Eosa. (Rises, (md scralcJies his
head.) And she used to talk to me awful solemn when I got full —
talk to me solemn fust, and then she'd cry arter. Martba would
cry and Kosa would scold ; but I always hated the cryin' wust.
(Shoidders his sack. ) Wal, I shall soon see how she will receive the
old man, and if it's the right kind of a reception, why I'll permote
ber precuniary respects as it wur. (Sings.

"I'se gwine away to leabe yon,

Good-bye, Rosa mine ! (Looks of, i,.

If yon git dar afoah I do.
Oh, Gabriel, blow your horn ! (Exit b.



Scene TIT. — A Poor Kitchen. Window, d;c. Door in -r. flat. Win-
dow backed by e.vterior. Firepiece on u.e.b., empty grate. Sloio
music at opening.

Martha Blake, and her two Children, discovered seated near the empty

grate.

Child. Oh. mother, mother, I am so hungry !

Martha. My poor darlings, I cannot bear to see you suffer ; yet I



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have notbiug to f^ive yon. Now we mnst either beg or starve. I
can never ask your amit agaiu for help, she ordered me from her
house, and h)oked upon me — yes, she looked upon her own sister —
as a comuioii beggar.

(Jack Fi-nxon sings xoithoni u.e.l., as before— ''My Father, &c."
— at the end, lie opeiLS the loUuloio, and appears, lamjldng.

Jack. Anybody at homa ? (Puis his head through windoio. )
What cheer, my heurty? Ah, not very good cheer here. Aud no
one in-doors, that seems very hearty ! Never miud, I'll comfort you !
I see you ! (Aside.) I cuu do it, i've got the stuff !

(Shids window,

Martha. Who can this be ? Run aud see, chikl !

(Jack opens door, B.F., and looks in.

Jack. How de do, mam ? Can I come in? (Eiders.) Any eu-
tertiiinmeut here for man aud beast? ( Throws down sack — aside.)
Jack and his pack !

Martha. (Boxcing.) Will you be seated, sir?

Jack. Wal, 1 don't keer if I do, for I'm mighty tired. Know me,
mam?

Martha. I. do not recognise yon, sir. I guess we are strangers !
(3 .Kv,K shakes his head. ) No? We have met before. Will you be
kind enough to inlorm me where, aud why I am indebted for this
call ? I have no desire to purchase anything.

Jack. Ha, ha, ha ! You're not indebted at all, mam, and I ain't
a pedlar. I never charge nothiu' for callin' on my rounds, mam ;
and I want nothin' from you. But it seems you don't really know
me, then ?

Martha. I do not, sir. (Shakes her head.

Jack. (li.c.) Well, now that's odd! Look at me, marm.
Please, do ! ( Turns his hack to the audience and confronts her. )
Look me right square in the gills, marm. I mean the face. Ah!
(Sighs.) You used to know Jack Fenton, didn't you ?

Martha. (Eising, and excitedly.) Jack Fenton was my dear
brother.

Jack. Dear? Why he never cost you anything, did he ?

Martha. No, no ! I mean— not in that way. But he was dear to
me. I loved him dearly 1

Jack. Did you though ? Wal, that's pleasant ! Yas, he often
spoke of his sister, Martha— Patty, as he used to call her! (Sighs.)
But that wur many years ago !

Martha. Yts, yes, I know ! Poor Jack is dead !

Jack. (Aside.) Is he? Wuth a good many dead nns yet, I
reckon. ( Chuckles aside.

Mirtlia. And you knew brother Jack, did yon, sir?

Jack. You bet, I knew him. He was an old cuss, I tell you. I
kuow'd him well. We war pards together.

Martha, Sir, I want you to tell me of my poor brother, but you



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must not speak of bim with disreqDect. Tell me of bis memory, but
do not upbriiid bim lor bis past faults.

Jack. Disrespect— upbraid bim ? You didu't know drunken old
Jack Fenton, did you ? (His feelings almost giving roup.

Martha. He was my brotber, sir. He bad bis faults, poor Jack
bad, but no one bad a kinder beart. And be died tbere amou»
strangers, no one to care for bim. Ob, if be could only bave come
back to us.

Jack, Would you really bave cared to see tbe old duffer ?

Martha. (Angry.) Silence, sir ! Speak of my brotber witb re-
spect, or leave my presence.

jack. He said as bow bis sisters was botb asbanied of bim, but I
guess you — yes, you — umst bave loved tlie cussed old

Martha. Stop! (Pause — moved.) Loved bim ? Yes! He was
always good, always kind to me ! He bad one fault, be— be

Jack. He drank.

3Iartha. Yes, poor Jack ; tbat was bis weakness.

Jack. He's quit, sworn off. If be ain't, may I be

Martha. Do uo talk so ! You know tbat poor brotber Jack is
dead !

Jack. (Speaking quickly.) Lord, Martba, don't you know me?
Don't you know tbat I am old Jack, your long-lost, supposed dead
and gone brotber?

Martlia. Ob, Jack, brotber, brotber ! Can it be? (Embrace.

Jack. Are you so glad to see me, Martba ?

Martha. You know I am. And bere -.we some strnngers wbo will
be glad to see you, too ! Look, look, cljildren, bere is my dear, long
absent brotber, your Uncle Jack !

( The (J)iildren riDi. and embrace him, calling him by name,
which he returns — kissing them.

Tack. Bless your little souls, bow do you do ? Put your little
paws rigbt in tbar, (offers hand) and sbake. Ob, tbis is a different
kind of a greeting tbaii I received at Montgomery's to-day.

Martha. Have you been tbere. Jack, and were tbey glad to see
you?

Jack. (Langhing. ) If tbey wus, tbey bad a darned funny way o*
sbowing it. Tbey — (Makth.v stops aim from swearing, and points to
the children. ) Ob, ab ! Cbildren ? ( Claps his hand over his month. )
Wall, tbeu, sis, it didn't appear tbat way to me. Wben I told tbem
tbat I'd come bome to spend tbe rest of my days witb my sisters,
tbey said tbat I wasn't wanted tbar, and tbat I sbould make my
bome witb you. And now, Martba, can you give old Jack a
home?

Ma.Uha. Yes, Jack. Altbougb I bave notbing to offer you — we
are even suffering for food — yet your coming back bas cbeered me
up, and we will try again, and work for one another ; and you sball
Stay with us !



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Jack. (Laughs bolsterowitly. ) Hear the woman talk! We'll
work lor one another! Ha, ha, ba !

Martha. Yes, Jack, we're so poor, and I have failed to get auy-
tliiug to do whereby I C(niUl earn mouey. But 1 will try again.

Jack. Martha, shut up, or you'll make me bawl like a buffaler
bull, au' that'll be a caution, 1 can tell ye ! (Lawjhs.) I'll frighten
you out of your senses, and the children out of the house! ( (Jitters
her.) But come now, cheer up, sis; you'll not look for work, you
won't. This day ends your sufferin' for food, this day begins a year
of jubillee for you, never to end till they ring down the curtain of
your life for good.

Martha. (Excited.) Why, what do you mean, brother ? Speak!

Jack. Yes, I will speak, and I mean thut I have enough for us
all. Jes' you stub your toe agin that carpet-sack. (Kicks it and
laughs. ) And that's only a little prospectus of what's to come. My
hard life out thar in the diggiu's wur not fur nothin'. I struck paj'-
dirt out thar big, and you and your children, Marth}', air a-goiu' to
share it with me. I thought — wal, I knew — no one here had heerd
of my streak of luck at them ar diggiu's, and I didn't calculate they
Bhould, so I rigged myself up in these old duds, gal, just to see who
my true friends war, and 1 found 'em, Martha, found them here —
here, gal — where you had no food, no shelter, nothin' o' any kind to
offer a long absent brother ! No, nothing but kindness.

( Embrace.

Martha. ( Wiping her eyes. ) Oh, this is happiness that I never
expected to enjoy again on earth, (Tiie Children cry silently apart
and together. ) And I can never be thankful enough to the Giver of
every good gift for your safe return, dear brother, and this good for-
tune to me and mine in time of direst need.

Jack. That is jes' so, Martha. But here we stand palavering,
and them ar childer a-wantin' something to eat all this while. How
would turkey strike you as being some'ut good, and with oysters
inside of that ar turkey, and celery, and cranberry sass outside to
help it down with ? ( The Children rapidly brighten up, and display
various bidications of joy at the mention of savory food. ) Lord, see
them childer's eyes bug out, and them mouths water, when a feller
only says turkey. (Laughs. ) Wall, these things air comical, ain't
they ? Jack is commissary of this ar mess, and he's a-going to draw
rations for the full regiment. If thar's any drays standin' round
thar, (throws open the window) they'll get something to do now
sudden, riglit off.

Cldld. Are we going to have anything to eat, mother?

Martha, Yes, my darlings, right away.

Jack. And I a-talkiu' all this ar time, and them poor childer a-
hollering for food. Here, sis, (takes out pocket-book ) take what you
require out of that ar, and lay in a full stock. Let the little bars go
m' ye. 'Twill make thar hearts jump to see you buying what is



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a-goin' to do them good. Mamum's goiu' to buy you a cake,
childers.

Cliildren. Oh, I'm so glad ! ( They clap ilielr hands— delighted.

Marlka. Come with mamma, darlings, come aloug !

1^ ( The hoo Children take Martha's Jiand.

Jack. That's jes'*so, Martha ! My heart is now a-jumpin' aloug-
side o' the childer's, to know thai* is a likewise jnmpin'. jt does au
old fellow's heart right good to see so much true happiness where
thar has beeu so much poverty. (Martha ahoid to speak. J Thar,
no words, till they've had some'ut to eat. (Martha Jmrries the chil-
dren Old door R.F., first pressed by Jack. ) I am now jes' right along-
side o' bein' happy. No fine coach, no fine house, no fine lurni-ture,
nor chairs to sit down upon as thar was thar. (Indicating the other
/lon.ve, and illustrating the silting doion ajresh in the spring-chair^ and
luugldng oidright. ) But truth, love, and honesty among its inmates
here, although humble, poor, and starving! But not for long.
(Sees sack on floor. ) Snakes, how I'd like to stub my ar toe agin
that carpet-sack. (Kicks it, and laughs.

Enter Widow McGili., door r.f.

Widoio McGill. Is Mrs. Blake not at home? Marcy on me, what
a noisy laugh. Pardon me, mister, but are you

Jack. I'm Jack Fenton, the long-absent and new-found brother of
Mrs. Blake. "Who may you be ? No offence.

Mrs. McG. None howsomdever! (Qarrulous.) I'm a friend of
your sister's — poor, but honest, as the saying is — Parthenia McGill
by name, Lictor as used to be, afore I married the late Peter McGill.
Ah, my Peter ! He's gone to rest his soul, and I'm a forlorn widder
in the absence of my poor dead and gone husband as used to be !

Jack. Old McGill's gone, eh ?

Mrs. McG. Mr. McGill is at rest, sir, and is now quiet. (Sighs,

Jack. You're struck the right sentiment thar, at last, old lady.
There's lots of these ar married fellers 'ud give the best pair of boots
they had to be at rest.

3l7s. McG. (With dignity.) Mr. Fenton, my departed husband
and myself lived very happily together. Those storms that wrecked
so many hearts and homes had no effect on our shores. Calm and
serene were the days we spent together, serene and calm were his
closing hours.

Jack. Pretty much the same feeliu' all through, eh. old lady ?

Mrs, McG. 'Tis true he had the rheumatiz, wliich some people
said was gout, and his pains at times wa.s awfnl, but his face wiis
always placid, and his expression most .serene ! It was beautiful !

Jack. You don t say ! Ah!

Mrs. McG. Yes, he was always tranquil, and when he felt the
worst, I always felt the best, for I lidked to him, and my talking
seemed to soothe him and calm his ruffled spirits !



20 UKCLii JA< K ; OB,

J'ick. You dou't saj' ! Ah !

Mrs. McQ. You are a very ecceutric innu, Mr, Feuton. (Giggles.)
But I dou't object, oh, dear, uo — 1 rather like it!

Jack. I am a what, uiaui ?

Mrs. McG. An odd man, sir. But you caunot nud^rstaud these
little secrets of coujiigal bliss. You never were married ?

Jack. I'm happy to state that I uever got iu that fix.

Mrs. McO. Sir! You dou't kuow auy thing about it! The hap-
piest days of my life were spent with my departed husband. We
would talk of the early days of our life together, of his approaching
departure, and our meeting again higher up far there where the bal-
loons go to.

Jack. (Laughs aside. ) Aud how did he take that ?

Mrs. McO. "Well, he didn't take it at all. In fuct, he didn't like
it. But I will not weary you with my story. You did not kuow the
poor, dear man, and so

Jack. Not during life ! But I've got a right smart acquaintance
now with the old man since his death. (Laughs aside.

Mrs. McG. He was not an old mun, sir. Only fort^'-oue when be
departed, and went up in a balloon. I mean when he went above!
He was four years my senior, and three years have passed away since
that time. Oh, dear, it's so long, aud I feel so louc^'ome. (Sighs.)
I do indeed, Mr. Fentou.

Be-enter Maktha, door r.f., loilh a haskel filled ioith provisions.

Martha. Has brother been entertaining yon, Mrs. McGill ? You've
become acquainted in my absence, I perceive ? (Jack lauglis aside,

Mrs. McO. He is a very eccentric man, do you kuow?

Martha. Old l)achelor's generally are. ' (Laughs.

Mrs. McG. Yet we got along very uicely, didn't Ave, Mr. Fentou?

(Looks sideways at lum.

Jack. Yes, cousiderin'

Martha. Have 1 interrupted a pleasant tete-a-tete? Oh, I'm so
sorry.

3lrs. McG. Spare my feelings — pray do !

Jack. Heavens, yes, aud spare my feelings, too !

( Smothers a laugh aside.

Martha. My brother is an uncivilized old bachelor, and to tell
you, the pretty widow, he greatly needs a wife ! Take pity !

(Laughs.

Jack. Martha, hav'n't I had it rough enough through life ? Don't
you want the old man to rest in peace?

Mrs. McG. I must leave you, Mrs. Blake. Your conversation
quite overcomes me. (Simpers.) Mr. Blake, you appreciate the de-
licateness of my situation. f Exit door it.F.

Martha. There is your chance, Jack.

Jack, Martha, no widders for me. They kuow too much. Their



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fnst husbands were all too good, and the second one allers suffers by
— what I've called it — comparisons !

Ee-enter Mrs. McGill, door b.f.

3Irs. McQ. 01), Mrs. Blake, Mrs. Blake ! (Excited.

Marilia. Wbut's the matter? The children?

Mrs. McG. No, nothing the matter with them. But your brother-
in-law — your sister

Martha. What of them?

Jack. What of her ? Speak !

Mrs. McG. Ah, just like 'em. When they sow the whirlwind,
this is how they reap the hurricane! (Riuis about J AVho'd ha'
thougbt it?

Jack. What's the matter ? Anybody hurt?

3Irs. McG. Yes!

Martha and Jack. (Toqeiher.) What, speak?

Mrs. McG. Montgomery & Co. have gone up !

Jack. Busted ?

Mrs. McG. Bnsted, like a balloon! I never did like them air
balloons. They never did do nobody any good !

Jack. Surves him right ! Let him go !

Martha. No, no, don't say so. Jack. Bose is our sister. Two
wrongs won't make one right.

Jack. That's all well enough to preach, but not good enough to
practice. How did they treat you ?

Martha. Let us return good for evil, dear brother. Brotherly
love, you know. ( Coaxes him. ) Come, come !

Jack. What would you have me do ?

Martha. Save tliem. Jack. You can do it.

J((ck. And suppose I say I won't ?

Mrs. McG. Ah, but you ain't a-goin' to say it. For, if you do,
you'll never go where my poor, dear, dead and gone husband is look-
ing down upon us. ( Sings in a squeaky voicd. ) "Up in a balloon,
boys."

Martha. Do, Jack, for your own peace of mind.

Jack. I'd lose mine to sacrifice theirs.

Martha. For mine, then. Jack? Do, will you?

Jack. ( Looks lovingly ai his sister.) Martha!

Martha. And my little ones? Ah!

Jack. That settles it ! Patty, you have got the best o' the old
man. For your sake, and your little ones, I'll do anything.

, (Shoulders his sack and goes up.

Martha. Come along ! ( They exeunt door n.F.

Mrs. McG. (Skips after ihem, singing.) "Up m a balloon, boys,
&c." (Mcit after them, door ii.r. Closed in.



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Scene IV.— ^ Front Street.
Enter Jack Fenton, ii., wUh carpet-sack, followed by Mabtha Blake.

Jack. I'm goiii' uuder protest. What do I want to help them for,
seeiu' how they've treated you ?

Marlka. Let that go, Jack. By helping them you'll heap coals
of fire upon their heads, aud make 'em repent.

Jack. Ef I must, I hope the coals will scorch 'em like thunder !

Matiha. Tiiat is uot a good or Christian feeling, brother.

Jack. You'll have to do all the Christiau business as is to be done
in our family. I am nothing but an old heathen as don't soon forget
a kick.

Enter Mbs. McGill, e. , skipping over lo l.

Martha. Mrs. McGill we are going to Montgomery's. Will you
accompany us?

Mrs. McO. Of course— yes! That's what I've come to do!
(Sings.) *'Up in a balloon, boys!"

Jack. They've busted, have they, with all their cussed pride?
And they want old Jack to help 'em settle things up ? But I won't —
I

Martha. (Prevails upon him again. ) I feel that it is our duty to
go to see them, now that they are in trouble. So do you, don't yon.
Jack ?

Jack. Come along, then, if you virant to do as you please, for you
are doing as you please with nie ! But if you'd like to see the old
njan straightenin' things up there, come, let us be goin' aud not
stand gaping here in the street like a lot of foreigners tryin' to read
signs. Come right along. We'll bring up the forlorn hope.

(Exit Jack, niith sack, l., followed by Mautka. Mbs. McGill
skips after them, singing.



Scene V. — Same as Scene I.
Enter Mr., and Mbs. MoNTGOMEsr, s.e.b.

Mr. M. I see no way out, Rosa. We may make up oiy minds to
Rscept as graciously as posiible what the fates have decreed for us.
The blow has been sudden, but not altogether unanticipated. We
are ruined !

Mrs. M. All that we have left to us, then, is our home ?

Mr. M. We will not have even that ere long.



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Mrs. M. Wb.v, CLarles, it is uot possible that we shall have to
give up that, will we ?

IJr. M. Yes, everything! Everythihg I have will have to go to
satisfy the cliiims of our creditors.

Mrs. M. 1 do uot uaderstaud it! How did this catastrophe
occur?

Mr. M. It is supposed tliat Lester Stuart decamped with a large


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