{"1": {"fulltext": "[PS 3537\\n.H9768\\n\\\\m\\n1900\\n[Copy 1\\nIf^t! ^Mf^:\\\\^", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "My Lord, The Count.\\nA SOCIETY DRAMA,\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094BY-\\nEMMA SHOUDY.\\nCOPYRIGHTED WOO,\\nAll rights reserved.", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "T WO COPIES RECElViij^\\nL. Ibrary of GORgr@\u00c2\u00ab%\\n^fflse of the\\nsiegister of Copyrights\\nCAST OF CHARACTERS.\\nHelen Wilton, An American heiress.\\nMrs. Alfonso Gerarde Wilton, Helen s mother;\\na lively widow with social ambitions.\\nConstance Markham, Mrs. Wilton s Cousin; a col-\\nlege graduate with ideas, decided but never\\nsevere.\\nCosette, a French maid.\\nCount Petrovitch Zelicka Mavwotzki de Kobo-\\nlotzki, a Russian Count.\\nGeorge Abraham Brown, Esq., An American noble-\\nman.\\nMr. Van Tuyle (Tile), A gay society man who goes\\nin for learning.\\nJames, The footman.\\n8E0eNB OttPY,", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "MY LORD, THE COUNT,\\nBy EMMA SHOUDY.\\nACT I.\\nMRS. Wilton s drawing room.\\n(Enter Mi^s. Aljoiiso Oerarde Wilton, in street costume\\nand Constance carrying hook.)\\nMrs. Wilton: Constance, isn t it dreadful! Pos-\\nitively dreadful! I am completely worn out with it\\nall. It s so tiresomely American.\\nConstance: With what, cousin Isabelle? {Con-\\nstance seats herself.)\\nMrs. Wilton: Why all this commotion over just\\nan ordinary admiral. He has no rank in private life\\nat all.\\nConstance {Laughingly): Oh!\\nMrs. Wilton: When will the city become normal\\nand assume some dignity. I am ashamed of the\\nrabble in the streets and their vulorar demonstration.\\nThere are so many titled foreigners here too, what\\nwill they think of us.\\nConstance: It is dreadful. {Looks in book.)\\nMrs. Wilton: It is indeed. One can t go into\\nthe street but the plebian mob surges up against you\\nor stops your automobile. They offend the eye and\\ndeafen the ear.\\nConstance: It is too bad, vou ouo-ht to have a\\nbody guard and a herald to proclaim make way for", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "4\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe Right Royal Mrs. Alfonso Gerarde Wilton But\\nwhy do you stay here? There is the aristocratic\\nseclusion of your villa on the Hudson or your cot-\\ntage at Newport.\\nMrs. Wilton {Sits): Of course it s the correct\\nthing to be here, all people of consequence are. But\\nI do wish Dewey had a title or at least came from a\\nnoble family.\\nConstance: So that would add to their glory,\\nwould it? Now I think of it, there is a story which\\nsays he is a descendant of kings by right divine.\\nMrs. Wilton: {Takes chair nearer Constance.)\\nThere is, tell me about it, cousin Constance. You\\ndo know everything. Did you learn it at Wellesley?\\nConitance: No, not there. I saw it in a paper.\\nThe article said that Dewey comes from an old feudal\\nfamily of Flanders.\\nMrs. Wilton: Did his ancestors come over with\\nWilliam the Conqueror?\\nConstance: They did, and one of them received\\na baronetcy from James the Second.\\nMrs. Wilton: Indeed, do people know that? The\\nforeigners, I mean.\\nConstance: I think so, if they read the papers.\\nMrs. Wilton: Well, I am glad to hear it. It\\nadds so much more dignity to the whole occasion.\\nNow I think of it, he did have quite a noble appear-\\nance, like a duke or a prince as he stood on the\\ndeck of the Olympia.", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "5\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nConstance: He did indeed, even nobler tVan\\nsome.\\nMrs. Wilton: But Constance, (arises) the awful\\nmobs with their vulgar curiosity and expressions.\\nI was completely humiliated when just as Count\\nMavwotzki deKobolotzki came up to my automobile,\\nthey began to hurrah f,r Rough Riders and War\\nGods with diminutive names. Rough Riders, indeed!\\nHe must think we er a country of them.\\nConstance: Did he show any annoyance?\\nMrs. Wilton: (Sits near Constance) No, it was a\\nrelief when he turned to me in that courteous way\\nand said with his charming accent My dear Madam,\\nwhy do ze people shout? Iss it an Indian or a gold\\nmine.\\nConstance: That must have been a relief.\\nMrs. Wilton: It was, I immediately called his\\nattention to the naval parade which was quite fine.\\nBright of me, wasn^t it?\\nConstance: Yes, quite bright.\\nMrs. Wilton: I thought so but they do these\\nthings much better across the water. At the Queen s\\njubilee everything seemed so much more stately.\\nThere was such reverence and awe for the great\\npeople, those with titles, you know.\\nConstance: O yes, with titles.\\nMrs. Wilton: But Constance, to be addressed as\\nMy dear madam. {rises walks atv ay from Constance)\\nit ought to be my dear Countess, or my dear Duch-\\ness. However, I suppose it s too late for me.", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "6\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nConstance: Oh, 1 don t know about that.\\nMrs. Wilton: Yes, I think it is, {miiynated, co7nes\\nnear Constance) but do you know I believe the Count\\nis interested in our Helen. He gave her marked\\nattention at Newport this summer and inquired\\nvery particularly about her today. (Sits) If we are\\na little oh well solicitous cordial, you knaw,\\nanother grand inter-national marriage might not be\\nan impossibility.\\nConstance: Does Helen seem to care for him?\\nMrs. Wilton: Care for him. I presume so. Do\\nyou realize, Constance, what this brilliant marriage\\nwould mean for us? The dear child would be ma^-\\nnificently settled, and when we went abroad, if we\\ndid not remain there entirely, we would be received\\ninto royal circles immediately.\\nConstance: That would be such a privilege, but\\nyou don t know that she cares for him.\\nMrs. Wilton: Constance, you are so persistent.\\nI verily beleive your college education is making\\nyou disagreeable. A woman shouldn t have too\\nmuch education. Care for him! Why I suppose so,\\nhe s so distinguished looking and so gentle and\\ncourteous in manner. I am sure he would be kind\\nto her, and the splendor of it all ought to delight\\nany young girl.\\nConstance: Then you approve of these inter-\\nnational marriages?\\nMrs. Wilton: I do indeed, (rises) I think there\\nis a great deal of false sentiment against them.", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094.7\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nInter-national marriag-es brings the nations closer to-\\ngether and are really an expression of the truer\\npatriotism, for with so many American girls among\\nthe nobility of Europe, inter-national wars would\\nnot occur.\\nConstance: No, the peace and harmony of Eu-\\nrope, whose nobility have inter-married for genera-\\ntions is remarkable. Hcwever, I believe the nations\\nhave not yet laid down their arms.\\nMrs. Wilton {Leans on chair says weakly): But\\nConstance, Americans think more of their own chil-\\ndren and wouldn t tight against them.\\nConstance: So you have decided to marry your\\ndaughter, willing or unwilling, to a foreigner. To\\nsend her off to a strange land, among strange peo-\\nple and customs. 1 see you are deeply imbued with\\nthe new patriotism.\\nMrs. Wilton: Pardon me, Constance, if I say\\nagain you are entirely too well educated. I read\\nthat about inter-national marriages in a paper. The\\narticle said they were a good thing. And it exactly\\ncoincides with my views. {Playfully) Now there s\\nyourself. If you weren t so assertive, with your\\nmoney and appearance you might just as well marry\\na duke or something as not. I beleive I could do\\nsomething for you. {Coaxingly comes to Constance)\\nCouldn t you conceal your opinions more, it s so\\ndisagreeable for a woman to have opinions.\\nConstance {Rising indignantly pushing Mis. W.", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "away, Mrs. W. laughs): Isabelle! How can I im-\\npress upon you that 1 do not care to marry any one,\\ndomestic or foreign, and certainly shall not marry,\\nmerely for the sake of a title, any of your foreign\\nlions who come seeking what they may devour in\\nthe way of a fortune. My plans are made for the\\nfuture and a husband is not included in them.\\nHowever, if any man could induce me to change\\nthem, I should hope it would be some good, honest\\nAmerican citizen. {Enter servant with card) I fancy\\nyour Count has called to bargain with you, my\\npresence would not be an inspiration, I will leave\\nyou.\\nMrs. Wilton: Yes, it is he. {To servant) You\\nmay show him in here. I am so agitated, I am sure\\nhe wishes to find out the state of Helen s affections.\\nOh, for the proper tact to manage this. {Enter Count\\nwears ])ointed heard and tnonacle) Ah! my dear Count\\nMavwotzki. It is delightful to see you in New York\\nagain. I rejoice in this celebration, for that at least.\\nWill you be seated.\\nCount M.: Ze madam iss vera kind. I have called\\non a leetle matter of I mean I have called to see ze\\nmadam, I was in doubt that you might be out to ze\\ncela what you call it ze welcome to ze one soldier.\\nMrs. Wilton: I was out for awhile, but I have\\nseen so many of these things in Europe, you know,\\nthe Queen s jubilee, where I met the Prince of Wales\\nand the coronation of the Czar, that was magnifi-\\nI", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "9\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\ncent. It was so dear aud gracious of him to have\\nthose orifts thrown to the serfs, how they must love\\nhim.\\nCount M. Za do, my dear madam. Za do.\\nMrs. Wilton: Our naval display was imposing\\nlast night. Did you not think so? The Admiral is\\nof royal blood, you know, and the people delight to\\nhonor him.\\nCount M. iss it so? Ze boats were quite fine\\nand the decorations elegant. You have one great\\nnation.\\nMrs. Wilton: Oh, we have wonderful resources\\nin America, there is much culture and wealth here\\nnow.\\nCount M.: W-e-a-1-t-h, oh yes and ze Madamo-\\nselle Wilton. Does she find herself in great speerits?\\nMrs. Wilton: Thank you, yes, she is unusually\\nhappy of late, she has just reached her majority\\nand quite enjoys the independence her 130,000,000\\nhave brought her. Her dear papa left her that. He\\nwas an oil prince, you know.\\nCount M.: Oh, it iss $30,000,000!\\nMrs. Wilton: Pardon me for speaking of it. We\\nin America become very practical. Mr. Wilton used\\noften to talk over his finances with me. He thought\\na lady should have some familiarity with at least the\\nround numbers of her fortune.\\nCount M.: Ze round numbers, yess. Ah verra\\ngood idea zat. My dear madam, 1 vill be frank wiz", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009410\\nyou. I call to zay to you zat I loves ze young lady\\never since I have heard about her for ever since I\\nhave seen her, I have desired to do her ze honor to\\nmake her my countess.\\nMks. Wilton: Ah! Count Mavwotzki, I am de-\\nlighted to know your highness appreciates my\\ndaughter. But who could help loving Helen, she is\\naffectionate and generous.\\nCount M. Ah! affectionate and generous, and are\\nyou sure her affections are dessingaged?\\nMks, Wilton: I have reason to believe so, and\\nalso that the attentions your highness has been\\npleased to bestow upon her have been received with\\npleasi^re.\\nCount M. You would give me zen your permiz-\\nzeon to pay my addresses to her?\\nMrs. Wilton: I do, my most cordial. It would\\ngive me great satisfaction to have Helen happy with\\nyour highness. My own life has been a trilie sad and\\nlonely since Mr. Wilton^ s death, but I have always\\nto remember his thoughtful provision for my com-\\nfort. It was $50,000,000, you know, Helen s home\\nwould be in Russia, I presume.\\nCount M: Yess madam, I have an old, a verra\\nold castle zare. I assure you everything about it is\\nmost ancient, quite dilapidated in fact. She would\\nhave the title now of Countess Petrovitch Zelicka\\nMavwotzki de Kobolotzki with the title of Duchess\\nof Valdivostoki near to her.", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009411\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMrs. Wilton: She would!\\nCount M: Yes, mnst honored madam. And it\\nwould be my pleazhure to introduce her to ze court\\ncircles where her standing would be assured after\\nsome necessary formalities.\\nMrs. Wilton: Your noble highness is most gen-\\nerous, surely a girl could have no brighter prospect.\\nBut here comes the dear child now. {Count and\\nMrs. W. rise.)\\n[Enter Helen and Mr. Brown, street costunifs.)\\nHelen: Mama, ^Mr. Brown and I have been I\\nbeg your pardon, I didn t notice there were visitors.\\nMrs. Wilton: Count Mavwotzki, you know, we\\nmet him at Newport last summer and also at Mrs.\\nStuyvesant Pendleton s lawn fete in July.\\nHelen {Walking up to Count and shaking hands,\\nfrankly): Oh yes, how do you do Count. 1 remem-\\nber that Fourth of July celebration, you were so\\nscared when the fire crackers went off {laughs) I can\\nsee you jump yet. Did you think they were dyna-\\nmite bombs and the Russian Bear was after you, but\\nI beg your pardon, do you know Mr. Brown, Count\\nMavwotzki. Let me make you acquainted with Mr.\\nBrown, of New York City.\\nCount M. {Superciliously): Brown, did you say?\\nI have met many Browns in America my waiter\\nand\\nBrown: 1 am George Abraham Brown, Esq.\\nMrs. Wilton {aside): I shall faint, it s a mercy", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009412\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nhe said esquire, the English esquires are quite gen-\\ntlemen.\\n{Brown shakes CounVs hand long and vigorously.\\nCount tries to withdraw.)\\nBrown: 1 beleive we met last summer at Santi-\\nago, dou t you remember the soldier who scattered\\nsome Cubans who were giving you a little sport\\nwith their bayonets, they mistook you for a Spaniard\\n{laughs).\\nCount M. {Prolonged stare through eyeglass): Aw-\\nI don t seem to recall it.\\nBrown: Don t you? Well, that soldier was I.\\nHelen: O George, did you do that? B H it was\\njust like you. You always championed the weaker\\nside at school. {Turning to Mrs. W.) Mama, Mr.\\nBrown and I, with some others, have been on the\\nwater in his yacht\\nMrs. Wilton {Beproxingly): Mr. Brown and you,\\nand your chaperone.\\nHelen: My chaperone! What did I need of a\\nchaperone. We ve always known Mr. Brown, be-\\nsides he helped take care of all Cuba and surely he\\ncan take care of just one girl.\\nBrown: It has been no trouble, I assure you.\\nMrs. Wilton {Looking freezingly at Brown): Helen,\\nthe Count is much interested in the celebration.\\nHelen {to Count): You are sure to be, the city\\ndoes look beautiful, and do you not admire our\\nsoldiers?", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009413\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCount M: Ze common people thiuk much of\\nthemselves. And zis what you call him Admiral\\niss he zen so much? Hass such great titles?\\nBrown: Has he such great titles? In America\\nit is title enough to be called the Hero of a Nation.\\nCoJJ NT M. (Shrtigs shoulders) Iss it so? You love\\nze country much. It iss new. One likes new things.\\nBrown: New things are clean and pure and\\nstrong they\\nHelen: Mama, some of us went out to the Olym-\\npia in a tug. We serenaded\\nMrs. Wilton: Helen, this is unusual behavior.\\n(To Count) The dear child is just from school, she has\\nbeen carried away by the excitement of the day, she\\nis very young. {Mrs. W. and Count pantonmie co7i-\\nversation.) {Helen and Brown talk aside.)\\nBrown {To Helen): The atmosphere is rather\\nSiberian for me, this is a convenient time for a prev-\\nious engagement, 1 may see you again. {Helen\\nassents) {To Mrs. W. and Count) 1 recall an en-\\ngagement at the club and must be going. Good\\nmorning, Mrs. Wilton. {Mrs. W. bows freezingly)\\nGood morning, your highness, I believe we are to\\nmeet at the golf links next week.\\nCount. M: It gives me ze pleazhure to think so,\\n{exit Brown) {Couiit laughs) Ha! Ha! He iss a great\\nyoung savage. {Turning to Helen) And so Miss\\nWilton you enjoy yourself in excitement and under\\nprotection of young savages. You should come", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009414\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nacross the water and dance with the Russian Bear.\\nHelen [Archly)-. But I have danced with you\\nhere.\\nMrs. Wilton: He leu!\\n[Count ajypears insulted, btit thinks better of it.)\\nCount M. It is nozzing, madam, madamoselle hass\\nher leetle joke. But truly, madamoselle, you would\\nenjoy a visit to our country. There is our great,\\nmagnificent court, our cities, our palaces, and in ze\\nwinter ze ice palace all glittericg wiz light and ze\\nmerry skaters.\\nHelen: No doubt I should enjoy it. I have often\\nthought 1 should like to visit Russia to make a study\\nof your penal laws and the motives for the Peace\\nManifesto.\\nCount M.: Ze madamoselle iss learned. Madam, I\\nmake ze call long. Wiz your permizzeone, I call\\nonce more.\\nMrs. Wilton: Your highness is always welcome\\nhere. You will not mind Helen, she has fever been\\nabroad and is deplorably American.\\nCount M. My dear madam, she iss charming\\n{Charmente). I come again. Good morning, mad-\\namoselle.\\nHelen: Good morning Count Mavwotzki.\\nCount M, Bon jour, madam.\\nMrs. Wilton: Bon jour. Count Mavwotzki.\\n[Exit Count.) {Aside For once I am glad allowances\\ncould be made for American savagery.) Helen,", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009415\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nweren t jou quite uncivil to the Count; I am sure lie\\nis very courteous himself.\\nHelen: Oh, 1 don t know. He irritates me so,\\nand he was so unkind to Mr. Brown, then I always\\nthink he is calculating just how much capital would\\njustify the expenditure on my custom or belongings.\\nMrs. Wiltox: But Helen, I have reason to know\\nthat you grossly misjudge the Count. He has often\\ntold me of his own elegant palace and his friends at\\ncourt, and I am sure his attentions to you are en-\\ntirely disinterested. Only today, he spoke most elo-\\nquently to me of his admiration and undying love\\nfor you.\\nHelen: Oh mama!\\nMrs. Wilton: He said he would be proud to make\\nyou his countess, the mistress of his palace, but was\\nin the depths of dispair for fear his love was hope-\\nless.\\nHelen: Mama, I can hardly believe it. What\\ndid you say?\\nMrs. Wilton: It is true, Helen, I don t wonder\\nyou are overcome. If you had witnessed the bril-\\nliancy and magnificence of the Russian court as I\\nhave, you could still better appreciate the dazzling\\nprospect and your exceeding good fortune.\\nHelen: But mama, I don t care for him, or about\\nhis old palace, or court either. Papa wouki never\\nhave wanted me to marry a foreigner, he thought so\\nmuch of his own country.", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009416\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMrs. Wilton: Your poor papa would feel very\\ndiffereutly if he were alive now. He was progressive\\nand would be tilled with the new patriotism the\\nuniversal brotherhood cf man.\\nHelen: But 1 don t love him, besides, I have more\\nthan half promised George Mr. Brown\\nMrs. Wilton: Helen Gerarde Wilton! I could\\nnever consent to that. Who is Mr. Brown?\\nHelen: Why George he was here today. Surely\\nyou know George Brown.\\nMrs. Wilton: 1 know a young person by the\\nname of George Brown. But who were his ances-\\ntors? Were THEY titled and did they come over with\\nWilliam the Conqueror?\\nHelen: I m sure I don t know, I never thought\\nof that. I ll ask him. But really, I don t see what\\ndifference it makes whether his ancestors were titled\\nor not. I am sure they were good.\\nMrs. Wilton {aside): It s so ordinary to be good.\\nHelen: I have all but promised George to be\\nMrs. Wilton: Well, that wouldn t need to be con-\\nsidered. Count Mavwotzki will make you a good,\\nkind husband, and such a brilliant future.\\nproaches Helen.) It quite makes me dizzy to think\\nof it. There could be such an impressive wedding\\nto begin with have the Russian ceremony here.\\nErect an altar, have the candles and church pictures\\nsubdued light enter bridal party you all beau-\\ntiful in your white robes the ceremony, and then", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009417\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe grand Russian hymn. The next day we could\\nhave our own high church ceremony. Your pictures\\nand praises would be in all the papers and magazines,\\nand life would be wortn living for one while.\\nHelen: It is a very effective picture, to be sure,\\nbut some way it does not appeal to me. Now, if it\\nwere Mr. Brown\\nMrs. Wilton: Brown! Let me never hear the\\nname of Brown again. Helen, I have been a kind,\\nsolicitous mother and am still so. Believe me, know\\nwhat is best for you and my heart is set upon this\\nmarriage. Refuse to consent to it and you raise a\\nbarrier between us which it will be difficult to over-\\ncome. Do you understand me?\\nHelen: I do.\\n[Curtain.]\\nACT U.\\nMRS. WILTON S PARLOR.\\n{Helen seated. Enter Constance carrying book.)\\nHelen: O Constance, I m so glad you came in.\\nTell me what shall I do? I must answer the Count\\ntoday. Mama is inexorable and I fear it may separ-\\nate us if I refuse. Until this craze for titles took\\npossession of her we were so happy together.\\nConstance: So you must decide today. (Thinks.)\\nDo you want to marry this Count?\\nHelen (Forcibly): No!!\\nConstance: Then for pity s sake say so and settle", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009418\\nit. Your mother will forgive you in a week or two.\\nHelen (Mischievously): Maybe you d take him off\\nmy hands, Connie?\\nConstance: I! You know my sentiments on the\\nquestion, besides I m not making matrimonial ven-\\ntures of any kind. Some day when I am named\\nwith the other women benefactors of the race, or am\\npresident of a college, you will see that I have chosen\\nthe better way for me pardon me if I say the\\nnobler. You see I hold that the single life is the\\ntruly unselfish and altruistic. One has so much\\nmore time to devote to the general good.\\nHelen: Then you don t mind living your life\\nalone.\\nConstance: Alone! What a benighted, antedilu-\\nvian idea it is. Why there s the whole world for\\ncompany. I presume you think I might better\\nmarry a Weary Willie or broken down nobleman.\\nHelen: No, not that. But aren t you forgetting\\nMr. Van Tuyle?\\nConstance: Mr. Van Tuyle! I don t see what Mr.\\nVan Tuyle has to do with it.\\nHelen: O nothing. Only you seem to have some\\ninterest in his understanding of metaphysics and\\npsychical subjects.\\nConstance: Mr. Van Tuyle has expressed a laud-\\nable desire to know more of these subjects and it is\\nonly part of my life work to give knowledge where\\nit is desired, the same as I would bread and meat.\\nHelen: Well, it s all very grand I dare say, but", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009419\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nit seems to me it would be pretty lonesome without,\\nwell say George.\\nConstance: You care for George, then marry him,\\ndo. Helen, I believe 1 have a plan that will settle\\neverything satisfactorily. Do you personally object\\nto the Count for a relative say cousin, or step-\\nfather?\\nHelen: What do you mean?\\nConstance: Only this, I believe your mother,\\nwith a little encouragement of the right sort, would\\nmarry him herself. Pardon me if I say I don t be-\\nlieve it will make much difference to the Count. She\\nhas more money than you. He isn t such a bad sort,\\nbeing a sprig of nobility.\\nHelen: But mama is why I don t believe she d\\ndo it.\\nConstance: I think she will. The Countess of\\nWitchazel did and also the Baroness of Graveton.\\nThat will make it correct, you know.\\nHelen: Well if it can be happily settled that way\\nI am sure it would be a relief. It would save trouble\\nbetween mama and me, and satisfy her ambition.\\nConstance: T have been preparing her mind for\\nit. I think the scheme will materialize. But here\\ncomes some one.\\nHelen: It s George. I told James to send him\\nup here. I suppose I ll have to answer him now.\\nDon t go there s some one with him. {Enter Qeorge,\\nand Van Tuyle.)", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009420\\nHelen {coldly): Good morning Mr. Brown. Mr.\\nVan Tuyle how do you do. {Coldly to George.) This\\nis delightful that jou brought Mr. Van Tuyle.\\nBrown: Yes. He came across me on the street.\\nSaid he had a book for Miss Markham. Good morn-\\ning, Miss Markham\\nConstance: Good morning, gentlemen. It was\\nkind of you to bring the book. It has the article on\\nMan Correlated to the Universe. Do you know I\\nfound another article on the same subject. It is in\\nthe library. Won t you come in and we can compare\\nthem. Helen and Mr. Brown will excuse us I am\\nsure. (They nod assent Bj^own vigorously. Constance\\nexit, followed by Va7i Tuyle.)\\nVan Tuyle: With great pleasure. {To audience.)\\nMan Correlated to the Universe. My universe has\\ngone to the library, I must correlate. {Exit.)\\nBrown: Helen did you think I brought Van Tuyle?\\nIt was as I said.\\nHelen: Really, 1 hadn t thought anything about\\nit I m sure he s a very pleasant young man.\\nBrown: He s all right in his place. But come\\nHelen, how is it between you and the Count and me?\\nYou must tell me today.\\nHelen: I must? I don t know George. You see\\nI don t know who you are\\nGeorge: Who I am! Why ycu ve known me all\\nyour life.", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009421\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHelen: Yes, but I don t know about your ances-\\ntors your family tree, you know.\\nBrown: Oh, my family tree. It s quite ancient,\\nAutumnal colors, in fact it^s Brown.\\nHelen: How absurd! But that won t do; you ve\\ngot to say your catechism. There now! Stand up\\nthere toes on the line. Now who was your oldest\\nancestor?\\nBrown: Why why I don t know O yes it was\\nMethuselah.\\nHelen: I guess that s right but that isn t what\\nI meant. Let s try again with whom did your an-\\ncestors come over?\\nBrown: Over over what?\\nHelen: Why over the floods of the mighty deep,\\nof course.\\nBrown: Oh, the floods It was Noah.\\nHelen: George, you are so disappointing. You\\nought to have said William the Conqueror. It s the\\ncorrect thing for ancestors to come over with\\nWilliam the Conqueror. Now, here s another one.\\nWhen did your family get the distinguished name of\\nBrown?\\nBrown: I can answer that. In the thirteenth\\ncentury when the rest of the people were differen-\\ntiated. But come, this is enough nonsense. If you\\nreally want to know about my ancestors, as far back\\nas it is necessary to investigate, they have been", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009422\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nbrave, true men loyal to their friends, their conn-\\ntry, their homes. Is that a satisfactory record?\\nHelen (Shyly): Yes.\\nBkown: Then Helen, my little Helen, it only\\nremains for yon to sav you care enough for me to\\nHelen: But the Count didnH say it that way.\\nHe\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nBrown: I will endure no more of this. I am no\\nchild to be played with, no servile flatterer or titled\\nconquering hero. It is not womanly of you to treat\\nme so {Helen grieved. George approaches her.)\\nForo;ive me Helen, little playmate, but I have hoped\\nso long and dared to expect something different. All\\nthrough those terrible Cuban days, through heat,\\nthrough fever and through suffering, and when\\nSpanish bullets were flying thick on San Juan Hill, it\\nwas thought of you, and that you cared that nerved\\nmy arm and stayed my courage. Don t tease me\\nnow Helen. Tell me truly do you\\n{Enter Constance and Van Tuyle absorbed in\\nconversation).\\nConstance: Yes, the Norm of the Cosmos is a\\nrather abstract term to grasp, but you have had no\\ndiflBculty with it. Do not allow yourself to become\\ndiscouraged in your psychical research. A.s a college\\nprofessor of mine used to say, We are all children\\nin the presence of new knowledge.\\nHelen {Lavghingly): Are you people still deep in\\npsychological subjects? Mr. Brown has just sug-", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "-^23\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\ngested that we all take a walk, the day is so very\\nfine.\\nVan Tuyle: Just the thino; I am sure.\\nHelen: Will you gentlemen wait here until we\\ntind our wraps. {Constance opens magazine points to\\nplace calls Van Tuyl\u00e2\u0082\u00acs attention, etc.)\\nHelen {To George): I shall tell mama to receive\\nthe Count and give him a tinal no.\\nBkown: {Demonstration.)\\nHelen: No nonsense, sir!\\n{Exit gi7 ls. Brown walks about ajigrily.)\\nVan Tuyle: Say Brown, what in the name of all\\nthat s wonderful is the Norm of the Cosmos? She\\nthinks I know, but I don t. Tell me quick!\\nBrown: It s a confounded idiot that comes into\\nthe room at the wrong time.\\nVan Tuyle: Honest now! What does it mean?\\nI understand about the evolution of consciousness\\nand that by interest and eloquence I can be raised\\nabove myself and subject and become it\\nBrown: Become an it. You are one.\\nVan Tuyle: Become it. Rise above the subject.\\nYou don t understand these things. I know too,\\nthat I have no idea\\nBrown: I thought so.\\nVan Tuyle: But am an idea, which idea I might\\nmention incidentally is fast becoming Constance.\\nBut Norm of the Cosmos Norm of the Cosmos. It", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009424\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nmight just as well be Corrn of the Blosmos (thinks.)\\nSay Brown, isn t she magnificent?\\nBkown: It depends on who she is, and the point\\nof view. However, if it s Miss Markham, she doesn t\\nappeal to me.\\nVan Tuyle: I should hope not. Now, I go in for\\nlearning myself and I want that magnificent creature\\nat the head of my ancestral house and the learned\\nof the earth to gather in my heraldic halls.\\nBrown: Shouldn t think you d feel at home.\\nVan Tuyle: Don t mention it, she doesn t sus-\\npect it. You see I let her do all the talking and I\\nappaeciate. She thinks I m up to her. The rule\\nworks just as it does with your learned men and ap-\\npreciative women.\\nBrown: Well you are done for sure. Has she\\ngiven you any encouragement?\\nVan Tuyle: Not the slightest. But she talks to\\nme. Discusses things, you know\\nBrown: Your name will go against you with her.\\nVan Tuyle: {Indignantly.) My name! How s\\nthat, I d like to know?\\nBrown: It doesn t sound American. The Van\\nspoils it.\\nVan Tuyle: But it is as American as any of em,\\nKnickerbocker stock, I can prove it. I m a direct\\ndescendant of the last Dutch colonial governor, old\\nPeter the Stubborn. That s why I don t give up my\\nConstance. But hush! Here they come. Norm of", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009425\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nthe Cosmos Corm of the Blosmos Blorm of the\\nBlormsmus Heavens! Brown\\nHelen: We were longer because I had to find\\nmama {looking ineaningly at Brown) 1 told her we\\nwere going for a walk.\\nConstance: The Norm of the Cosmos as also the\\ntheory of composite personality has become an in-\\nteresting psycological subject.\\nACT III.\\n(^Constance seated writing. Enter Mrs. W.)\\nMrs. Wilton: It s all over. Helen has refused\\npoint blank to marry the Count.\\nConstance: Indeed!\\nMrs. Wilton: Nothing I can say influences her.\\nShe s as firm as the Plymouth Rock, and as obstinate\\nas the thirteen original colonies Vulgar little\\nupstarts they were.\\nConstance: To be sure.\\nMrs. Wilton: But 1 can t give it all up. The\\neclat of the wedding ceremony and all those foreign\\ntriumphs. It was too splendid.\\nConstance: And I would not give it up. Life\\nyet holds possibilities for you.\\nMrs. Wilton: Do you really think so?\\nConstance: I believe it all depends upon you\\nwhether the Count is ours, or not. You have friends\\nabroad who have accomplished as much. {Loohiiig\\nat watch) I must deliver a lecture on The Auton-", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009426\\nomy of the Ego, now, and later one on the Philos-\\nophy of Protest. I am not in sympathy with either\\ntheory. Neither is Mr. Van Tnyle and he thinks so\\nclearly on these abstract subjects. You consider my\\nsuggestion concerning the Count and we will talk of\\nit again. Au revoir, ma belle cousin. (Exit)\\nMrs. Wilton: Au revoir. {Laughs) Mr. Van\\nTuyle thinks so clearly on abstract subjects. But\\nthe Count I wonder if I could. He can t be so ver}\\nyoung, and there s the feefty million. I ll do it.\\n[Goes to mirror, arranges hair Jinds gray hairs) O it s\\ngray! Are there many? {Bings for tnaid enter Co s-\\nette) Quick! Have I many grey hairs? Be quick,\\nCosette.\\nCosETTE {searching): Not one, my lady.\\nMrs. Wilton: Look closer! The truth the\\ntruth! Tell me the truth!\\nCosette: The truth is it. Then there are a few\\njust a few but they don t show, my lady.\\nMrs. Wilton: They do show. O Time, Time is\\nso cruel! Don t you think time is cruel Cosette?\\nCosette: But ray lady, there are remedies.\\nMrs. Wilton {triumjjhantly): There are remedies\\nBlondine {or Blackoline), Blondine will do it! (Bises)\\nTime I defy you. While there are remedies and the\\nheart is young {gaily) there is no age. You may go\\nCosette. But stay, stay, when Count Mavwotzki\\ncalls tell him I am here here do you understand\\nme?", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009427\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCosette: Yes my lady {scared Exit.)\\nMrs. Wilton: Now Venus and Appolo smile down\\nupon me! Charms of my youth, come back.\\nOrchestra plays feiv bars of waltz. Mrs. W, listens\\nfor Count; arranges dress hair -^jwte rose in hair; may\\ntake a few fancy steps, or some parts of a scarf dance\\n*using lace scarf or may sing. Enter Count.)\\nCount M.: Good morning, madam. Ah, you are\\n2;ay {or you sing). You are gay {or you sing) like ze\\nbeautiful leetle bierds. Madam is happy and all is\\nwell.\\nMrs. Wilton {coquettishly): I hope all will be well.\\nCount M.; Madam hopes. Iss not zis ze day\\nwhen my answer is made? {3Irs. W.hesitates) Does\\nmadam tell me? Do I not have ze answer from my\\nHelen s own lips\\nMrs. Wilton: Helen the dear child is so timid.\\nShe has a very exalted opinion of your Highness.\\nCount M.: I assure ze madam it gifs me ze great\\npleazure zat I condescend to her. Her goodness, her\\nbeauty, her grace make it my delight. 1 assure ze\\nmadam my soul iss longing to call her mine. It sail\\nbe proud for me when I see her in my antique castle.\\nMrs. Wilton: The Count is very kind. But Helen\\nthinks says says she does not love you.\\nCount M.: Impossibeel! Impossibeel! I am ze\\nCount, I haf ze papers I can prove it!\\nMrs. Wilton: Oh believe me, my dear Count, I\\ndo not doubt for one moment the authenticity of", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "_28\\nyour Highness title, but Helen is very young and,\\npardon iiie, you seem some older, more paternal.\\nAnd then her affections her s have been given to\\nanother. O, it grieves me to give you pain, and we\\n/shall miss you.\\nCount M.: Um! Ze madam will miss me. {Mrs.\\nW. sits). {Aside) Why not ze madam. Need I not\\ncome ze more? Come to ze madam s palace? {Zp-\\nproaches Mrs. W., touching rose in hair) Ze rose is\\nverra beautiful it is ze queen of flowers it is more\\nperfect, more beautiful zan ze bud it has fulfilled\\nits promise. Madam, I haf found much pleazure in\\nyou company. A woman of ze world is more bright,\\nenjoys one s value more.\\nMrs. Wilton: You think so, my dear Count.\\nCount M.: Yees madam. Ze madam will come\\nabroad some time, and let me do ze honor to introduce\\nher to ze court circles?\\nMrs. Wilton {Clasping hands): That would be\\nHeavenly!\\nCount M.: Non, uon, not Heavenly ze common\\npeople, ze serfs, za go to ze heaven but grand,\\nsuperb. Madam s life is sometimes lonely, some sad\\nsince ze oil prince died?\\nMrs. Wilton: O it has been so lonely until\\nCount M. Until ze daughter wass grown. Mad-\\nam thought much of ze oil prince?\\nMrs. Wilton: He was very generous. His last\\nthought was for me. In his will he", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009429\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCount M.: Oui, oui, feefty Ze rose is verra\\nfresh and beautiful and madam do sing {or is gay)\\nlike ze leetle bierds. I may come to see her some-\\ntimes often? She iss verra kind. Ze rose sail not\\nbe lonely more it iss cruel to be lonely. Ze eastern\\nwind sail woo it and ze bee taste of ze honey. Ze\\nmadam will be at ze ball ziss evening?\\nMrs. Wilton: Oui, my lord (rises).\\nCount M. Bon jour zen for ze now. Ah ze rose\\niss beautiful. (Backs out gesturing and bowing low.)\\nMrs. Wilton: Ah, ze rose is beautiful. Isn t\\nhe charming exquisite? And he is mine, mine! 1\\nknow it. Already I feel the Countess diadem upon\\nmy brow. Tiifany shall order it tomorrow then\\nROOM for her High-ness the Count-ess Pe-tro-\\nvitch Ze-lieck-a Ma-vwotzki de Ko-bo-lotz-ki\\nRoom! (Keeps time with a march across stage.) Ah,\\nmy Peter, your Countess shall wear such sables, such\\npearls and diamonds as shall make her famed\\nthroughout the world and received with open arms\\nby all the courts of Europe (Exit proudly\\nSCENE IL\\n(Enter footman, dusting and setting things straight;\\nconcerned about whiskers which get awry. Enter Cos-\\nette, French maid.)\\nCosette: What s the matter Jeemsy? You don t\\nlook exactly happy", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009430\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nJames: Don t talk to me! Don t look at me!\\nDon t speak to me!\\nCosette: Come tell me. That s a good boy\\nMaybe I can help you.\\nJames: Eh! Maybe you could. You are rather\\nquick. {Maid goes off) Come back here Cosette, I\\nmean it! See here, it s like this. I can t please the\\nmistress any more an I m afraid I ll lose me job.\\nCosette: Why, what s the trouble?\\nJames: You know how foreign and aristocratic\\nthis household is getting. We re all runnin mad\\nstandin sthiff as pokers to receive His Highness\\nCount Movwotzki de Kobolotzki, first for Miss Helen\\nwho has too much good sense, then for themisthress\\nwho seems mighty willin\\nCosette: Your right there Jeemsey I wrote some\\npoetry about it last summer at Newport.\\nJames: You did! {Admiringly) Le ss hear it, I\\nhave a poetic turn mesilf.\\nCosette {Hesitates bashfully draws from imcket)\\nHere it is; I always carry my poetry with me. The\\nfirst two lines are gone you see they wouldn t go\\nstraight.\\nJames {Nods head sympathetically): Read thim!\\n{Looks over j^ai^er.)\\nCosette:\\nAnd those who did not play at golf\\nWent sailing on the brine.\\nIn yachts worth many thousands", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009431\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nOf the dear and precious shine;\\nThey raced and raced Long Island Sound,\\nAnd chased themselves around,\\nTo pick up any noble duke\\nWho might chance there to be found.\\nBut soon we ll have to draw the liue\\nAnd stop them while they go,\\nFor a Newport swell has started\\nTo wear bangles on his toe.\\nJames {Admiringly) That s foine, Cosette, foine!\\nAnd the shinin light of truth is in ivery worrud.\\nHowever, me reputation as a man of literary cultoor\\nprompts me to shay the firrust twc lines as is missin\\nis the best. {Cosette goes off offended.)\\nJames {Softer tone): They are the best, Cosette,\\nbut you could improve upon thim. You re bright,\\nyou know.\\nCosette {Comes back): Don t you ever write poet-\\nry, Jeemsey?\\nJames: Um well, yes, I think I can say with be-\\ncoming modesty I do sometimes\\nCosette: Say some for me, Jeemsy.\\nJames: Well, I wrote some about that boat race\\nbetween Shamrock and Columbia, you know.\\nShamrock! Wasn t that a shlam on ould Ireland to\\ncall that clipper Shamrock!\\nCosette: Yes, yes, but the poetry! The poetry\\nJames\\nJames: Oh yes, the poetry well here it is:", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009432\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHail Columbia happy land,\\nSee the people on the strand.\\n{Scratches head and thinks.)\\nYellin there to beat the band\\nThe Columbia has beat her\\nHaste we to the dock and greet her.\\nShamrock s done for on the square,\\nBritishers now tear their hair.\\nCoSETTE: That s elegant, grand\\nJames: There s more, Cosette, but I can t think\\nof the rest.\\nCosette: Then my reputation as a woman who\\nwrites poetry prompts me to say that the rest you\\ncan t think of is the best.\\nJames: Cosette, I m proud of you.\\nCosette {nods yes): Why?\\nJames: You re so honest. You always pay your\\ndebts.\\nCosette: We re even now. Go on, Jeemsy.\\nJames: Well you know how the misthress has\\ntaken it into her crazy\\nCosette {Looks arovnd): Hush! Hush! {James\\nlooks around scared then brave.)\\nJames: crazy head! I said it! Into her crazy\\nhead that the land which grew me illustrious coun-\\ntrymen Pathrick Hinnery an John L. Sullivan,\\nGeorge Washington Dewey and the rist, is too com-\\nmon too plabean {inquiringly at Cosette, as much as\\nto say, do you understand plebean) too plabean,\\nCosette.", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009433\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCgsette: Yes, too plebean; go on.\\nJames: She says we have got to get a more dis-\\ntinguished foreign atmosphere here, an^ since we re\\nmost like the Angling Saxon race, we d better be\\nAnjrlino: Angrlish, bedad! She does, I heard her tell\\nMiss Helen\\nCgsette: Oh Jeemsy eaves droppin\\nJames: Aves dhroppin is it! Faith an I sthood\\nright in plain sight. She don t mind me. I m the\\nfootman. Thin, too, we must learn to say me lady\\ninsthead of good old Anglo-Saxon misthress or Celto\\nFrencho madam, etcetera.\\nCosette: Et Cetera, I know all but that.\\nJames: Yez musth get used to such words, we are\\na cosmopolitan people now and our language musth\\ncosmopolize.\\nCosette: Oh, we must cosmopolize, then. Kui\\nsue volez dire pronounced keh voolai voo deer means\\nwhat do you mean\\nJames: What?\\nCosette: You tell what, Jeemsy\\nJames: It s Hawawian and means You re a little\\nfool, dear.\\nCosette: It does not. It s French and says\\nWhat do you mean.\\nJames: O well, the French are n t in our territor-\\nies yet.\\nCosette: His Highness, the Count, speaks French\\nto me.", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009434\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nJames: His Highness, the Count, does, does he?\\nTo you!\\nCoSETTE {Nods head) He gave me this, too {shows\\ncoin.\\nJames: He did! The spalpeen! Give it to me\\ndirechtly.\\nCosette: I will not give it to you.\\nJames; Give it to me direchtly.\\nCosette {Ooin2 to him slowly scared): I will give\\nit to you, but not directly {pzits in his hand or 07i floor)\\nchocolates Jeemsy.\\nJames: I guess not I m taking up a collection\\nfor the Chicago University, and I might want to send\\nrelief to my foreign allies.\\nCosette: It s a wonder you wouldn t consider\\nyour domesticated compatriots a little {walks off.)\\nJames {searches pockets, finds chocolates)-. That s\\nright, I ought to. Here s some, Cosette {pretends to\\nput in her mouth puts in own.) Microbes! O well,\\nhere s some more. You can t see them and they\\ndon t taste.\\nCosette: More\\nJames: No; I m forming a chocolate trust. Be-\\nsides I want to tell you the rest\\nCosette: Well, go on with your story.\\nJames: You know that time we all went paradin\\noff to thim fall festivals at Chicago, because for-\\nsooth\\nCosette: Forsooth?", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009435\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nJames: Yes. forsooth. Because forsooth me hid\\nthe Couut musht egsplore the interior and observe\\nthe Indians.\\nCOSETTE: Ha! Ha! Yes.\\nJames: \\\\yell the misthress calls me to her at the\\nAuditorium where we waz a sthappin at an sez she,\\nin her new high bred way, she sez, James, sez\\nshe, you are a new member of me reytinue. I have\\ntaken quite an interest in you. She sez, you have\\na decidedly foreign look quite English, you know\\nwe are supposed to be an English family of rank\\nhere, sez she. James, I believe you are quite\\nbright, too, she sez.\\nCosette: Quite bright! Did she say that!\\nJames: [Indignantly) She did. But think of it,\\nCosette, think of the dishgrace of being said to look\\nlike a furriner. Me az am a naturalized American\\ncitizen with the papers to show for it.\\nCosette: It was terrible!\\nJames: Thin she continued. People always con-\\ntinue in learned discourse, Cosette. You stand\\nquite straight you know how to make yourself insensi-\\nble, like a post or piece of furniture, sez she, but\\nyou look a trifle young, she sez. You should have\\nwhiskers, James. Get whiskers immediately or I\\nshall have to discharge you, she sez. {MaicVshands\\nin air scared) Now Cosette, what was I to do?\\nCosette {Solemnly)-. Don t know.\\nJames: I didn t know either. I was that worrit-", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u0094se-\\ned that I took to the trolly to settle me nerves. The\\ncar was jam full and whin the corDductor called out\\nWill thim as is in the front plaze move up to make\\nroom for thim as is behint an so make room for\\nthim as is nayther behint or befront. Begoora, I\\ndidn t even hear him. And I was that dazed that I\\ncouldn t see authting. You know all thim beautiful\\nsigns on Lincoln Avenue. I kept readin thim signs,\\nFoine Whiskers, Foine Whiskers, and finally I sez\\nright out loud, sez I, Fine Wliiskers, begoora that s\\njust what I m afther\\nCOSETTE: Did any one notice it?\\nJames: Some looked at me shurprised like, an a\\npleasant individual as had his elbow in me ribs an\\nhis paper in me eye sphakes up an sez he, What\\ndye mane? Thim signs, sez I, they sez Foine\\nWhiskers, an sez I, begoora, that s what 1 want,\\nsez I. They don t say Foine Whiskers, sez he\\nscornfully. It s Foine Whiskies, sez he.\\nCosETTE {Laughs): Oh Jeemsy!\\nJames: An Cosette shure enough it was so an\\nI was that scared you know Cosy darlint, I never\\ntouch a dhrop of the sthuff an if misthress had\\nknown I was even readin the signs she d ave dis-\\ncharged me on the sphat.\\nCosette: She would! What did you do then?\\nJames: I was that disthurbed that I ups an tells\\nthe man all about it.", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009437\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nCosette: Oh James! That was so common to\\ntell a stranger your troubles.\\nJames: Common or not, I did it an I m glad of\\nit. He was a play actor an told me .about these\\nan here I am. Misthress says its quite satisfactory.\\nCosette {Nods): Yes, but don t they come off\\neasy, Jeemsy? {Dances around him, and pokes them\\nwith duster.)\\nJames: Och! Murdther! Don t. One nearly\\ndhropped on the card salver the other day when me\\nlud the Count was here. I was that sthiff with\\nfright, but misthress didn t seem to notice it. I\\nheard her say to Miss Helen, James is getting a very\\ncorrect bearing, she sez. Say Cosette, don t you\\nthink I have a very mobile face?\\nCosette: Yes, auto mobile, that s what makes\\nthe whiskers go but hush, here comes the mistress.\\n{Cosette hides or steps into wing. Enter Mrs. W.\\nlooking for something.)\\nMrs. Wilton {picks up piece of paper from, table):\\nAh! here it is. James, this is the sketch of my new\\ncoat of arms. It is English in design. Give it to\\nthe coachman and tell him to see that it is painted\\non all the carriages, automobiles and other vehicles,\\nat once.\\nJames: At once! Yis, my lady.\\nMrs. Wilton: Yes, James.\\nJames: Yes, my lady.\\nMrs. Wilton: James, I don t quite like your ac-", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "as-\\ncent or the way you announce the guests in the\\ndrawing room, especially Count Mavwotzki de Kob-\\nolotzki. There is an English family of rank stopping\\non Fifth Avenue, Lord Hightower of Towerton\\nCourt. Cultivate the acquaintance of the footman\\nand get his accent and style of delivery.\\nJames: Yes, my lady.\\nMrs. Wilton (Staj^ts to leave, turns back): And\\nJames, you really ought to be a blonde. It s more\\nEnglish to be blonde and we must try to be Eng-\\nlish, unless we wish to be taken -for Americans,\\nwhich we don t. Get light hair, James, immediate-\\nly and light eyes if possible.\\nJames Yis, my lady.\\nMrs. Wilton: Yes, James.\\nJames: Yes. my lady.\\n{Exit Mrs. W. James searches for Cosette; she appears.)\\nJames: Did yez hear that, Cosette? Did yez hear\\nit?\\nCosette: I did, Jeemsy.\\nJames: But think of it! Get light hair, and light\\neyes, immediately, she sez. And ask that English\\nguy to teach me, she sez teach me who am an Am-\\nerican citizen, I sez, and the royal representative of\\na kingly race with a family tree as big as the cedars\\nof Lebanon, sez I.\\nCosette: You a family tree? Where did you\\nget that tree?\\nJames: Why in the Encyclopedia, to be sure.", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009439\\nYou know thim ould Druidses that used to rule the\\nwinds an waves of the Imeiald Isle?\\nCosETTE {nods head doubtinglg.)\\nJames: Well, Tm a direcht descindant of thim\\nould royal chiefs, I sez. Me proper sphere, a king-\\ndom; me subjects, me slaves, sez I.\\nCosette {Bows in mock humility, then im,itates Jam.es)\\nMe subjects, me slaves, sez I. So you belong to\\nthe royal Druidses family say why don t you tell\\nthe mistress beg pardon my lady that on ac-\\ncount of those old royal ancestors it wouldn t be\\ncorrect for you to receive instructions from that\\nEnglish flunky\\nJames: I ll do it. It will settle that part but\\nthe hair and the eyes\\nCosette: They re all right as they are, Jeemsy\\nJames: What?\\nCosette: The eyes.\\nJames: Cosette you are a jewel. But the hair\\nwhat of that?\\nCosette: Don t know. (Mistress Blondine\\nthat vvill do it. Come on! {Exit Cosette.)\\nJames: Cosette, you re a jewel, a sparkliu illi-\\ngant jewel. Its against me principles as a freeborn\\nnaturalized American citizen, but there s me job\\nand me ould mather to look afther.\\nCosette {Calls): Jeems!\\nJames: Fath thin its exit Jeemes Pathrick O Flan-\\nnigan, late of Oirland an now of Americkey, an en-", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009440\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nter the correct En owlish James his h s in an out of\\nseason an hair as yellow as thim American gold\\nsthandards. A bloomin sacrifice, fellow countrymen,\\nto a woman s bloomin imperialism, sez 1. {Exit\\nJames.)\\n[Curtain]\\nACT IV.\\n{Night of ball, distant waltz music. Enter Mrs. Ws.\\nparlor, James and Cosette James in blonde wig. They\\ncome from garden.)\\nCosette: It s growing late, we must get to our\\nduty but the garden is lovely. The little stars\\ntwinkle and laugh and, O Jeemsy, my lady and the\\nCount, with his noble highness on his knees as meek\\nas a kitten\\nJames: An Miss Helen, bless her, walkin hup an\\ndown the Havenue with er soldier; an Miss Con-\\nstance like a Druid priestess\\nBut see, night s candles are burnt hout an joc-\\nund day\\nSthands tiptoe on the misthy mountain tops.\\nThe revellers will be lavin;get thee to vour lady\\nan I\\nBegone an live, or sthay an die.\\n{Wheels about and walks off very stiffly.)\\nCosette: Isn t he illegant? So grand an lit-\\nerary {Exit.\\n{Enter ladies and gentlemen, gaily laughing and talk-\\ning. Some m,ay be keeping time to distant music all\\nsearching.)", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009441\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMable: George and Helen went this way. Tom-\\nmy Tellerton says they are to be married soon and I\\ncan t believe it.\\nTommy {Bex)roachfnUy)\\\\ It s true. I said it. and\\nyon know my reputation for veracity.\\nFlorence: Yes, we know it, Tommy, your repu-\\ntation but they are not here.\\nSeveral Ladies and Gentlemen: Not here.\\nMr. Gorden: In the garden of course. {Exit all\\nlavghing, etc.)\\n{Enter Helen and George.)\\nHelen: The evening is beautiful; the stars are\\nthick as dew drops on the field of Heaven. Were the\\nstars so bright in Cuba, George?\\nBrown: No. You were not there, and even the\\nsunshine lost some of its brightness. But why,\\nHelen, if you did not intend to marry the Count, did\\nyou keep me in suspense so long? Was it like you,\\nHelen, to be cruel?\\nHelen: How could I know you cared for me?\\nYou went off to war without saying so and there\\nwere Cuban beauties and Spanish Seniorettas.\\nBrown: I went to war because duty to my coun-\\ntry and suffering humanity demanded it. Believe\\nme, it was no small task to keep back words that\\nwere crowding for expression. But you had always\\nknown me. Would you have been sure of your own\\nheart without the trial of separation? And as for\\nCuban beauties and Spanish Seniorettas here is your", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "42\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\npicture a Spanish bullet marred its beauty but all\\nthrough that terrible time it was my constant com-\\npanion, my comforter I might almost say the shrine\\nwhere my prayer was ever that I might prove\\nworthy of my country and my little American sweet-\\nheart in the States.\\nHelen: George, forgive me. I do understand.\\nI^m afraid I did. But I wanted to know to be sure.\\nAnd George I was so proud of you that you enlisted\\nas a private when influence would have brought you\\na commission. So proud when we read of the hon-\\norable mention and of your promotion. Then my\\nown prayer was that I might prove myself worthy\\nof at least the friendship of such a noble man.\\nBkown: Your words of praise are very dear,\\nHelen. Some one says It is the memory of sweet-\\nhearts that makes men brave. On the pinnacle of\\ngoodness and loveliness sits the American woman\\nI salute her. {Military salute.) But that isn t the\\nway I salute my Helen. I (bends over her)\\n{Enter Constance and Van Tuyle. George surprised\\nand some vexed.)\\nConstance: O Helen! It is really beautiful! The\\nstudy of the heavens by starlight. Mr. Van Tuyle\\nand I have been interpreting the oracles of the Uni-\\nverse and communing with the planets like gods and\\ngoddesses of old. Jupiter seemed in great good\\nhumor he even winked at us and Mars was a little\\nless angry than usual. But Venus, {approaches cen-", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009443\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nter of stage and gazes straight out as at descending\\nVenus) Veuus was beautiful. Her light was so pure\\nand holy so calm and steady but why do you\\nla Jgh. Are you then so happy?\\nVan Tuyle {impressively): I assure you the study\\nof the Cosmos and the law of harmony and truth\\ncombined throughout the Universe is extremely fas-\\ncinating. It is to be hoped that all difficulties to its\\nproper correlation to human sentiment may yet be\\novercome.\\nHelen: We sincerely hope so. We laugh only\\nbecause we are happy and responsive to your mood.\\n{Enter ladies and gentlemen, laughing and talking):\\nAh, here are our friends.\\nFlorence: We have been searching everywhere\\nfor you.\\nHelen: We havebeenhere just talking. {Oeorge\\nmotions assent.)\\nMable: O, here just talking! Well we could-\\nn t find you and Tommy Tellerton says we are soon\\nto be invited to your wedding and\\nHelen {reprovingly): Tommy!\\nTommy: I heard it Miss Helen it must be so, but\\nhere comes {chorus of all on stage) My Lord, the Count\\n{Enter Count and Mrs. W.)\\nCount {bowing low): My Lord, ze Count, ladies\\nand gentlemen, and his lady, who, out under the\\nstars wiz ze soft night wind blown all about and ze\\nroses listening, have promised to each other an eg-", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009444\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nschange of affections {deinonstrations of surprise from\\nall). Iss it not so, mj ladj?\\nMrs. Wilton: It is, mj Lord.\\nCount {to Helen): It iss your wedding day za\\nspeak of zen allow me to present to yon as ze wed-\\nding gift ze Count and future Countess Petrovitch\\nZeliecka Mavwotzki de Kobolotzki. For ze i^ussian\\nbear, my dear daughter, goes to his home wearing\\nze beautiful American rose.\\nHelen: Mama, is it true and are yon happy?\\nMrs. Wilton: Quite true Helen the stars are\\nour witnesses and I am very proud and happy.\\nHelen: Then Count and Countess Petrovitch Ze-\\nliecka Mavwotzki de Kobolotzki, your wedding gift\\nbut increases my happiness and in return I present\\nto you your prospective son-in-law, George Abraham\\nBrown, an American nobleman, greater even than\\nmy Lord, the Count.\\n[Curtain.] f\\no\\nThe following may be substituted for first part of Act IV. -j\\nDistant Music.\\nMoonlight scene in the garden. James {in blonde wig) and Cosette be-\\nhind shrahbery. Enter George and Helen, slowly pass off stage.\\nEnter Constance and, Van Tuyle. Constance leads the way, studies\\nthe stars in a rapt trance-like way. Turns often to Van Tuyle who\\ntoatches her and follows closely. Beaches center of stage, turns slow-\\nly to Van Tuyle. He beckons or holds out hand, she follows, walks to\\nMm, gioes her hirii rmekly aii he leais her fro n the stage.\\nEnter Mrs. Wilton and Count. Count very attentive. Mrs. Wilton\\nseats herself Count declares himself Mrs. Wilton growing more\\nhaughty. Count thinks she will refuse him, grows excited, Ji-ially", "height": "2788", "width": "1897", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u009445\\nkneels. She more gracious. Extends hand\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he rises, assists her to\\nrise; they pass from stage.\\nMrs. Wilton s parlor.\\nEnter James in blonde toig, has very stiff bearing.\\nCosette: It s growing late; we must get to our duty. But the\\ngarden is lovely. The little stars twinkle and laugh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and, O\\nJeemsj^ my lady and the Count, with his noble highness on his\\nknees as meek as a kitten\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nJames: Yes Cosette\\nBut see! Night s candles are burnt hout an jocund day\\nSthands tiptoe on the misthy mountain tops;\\nThe revellers will be lavin get thee to your lady, an I\\nBegone an live, or sthay an die.\\nWheels about and walks off very stiffly.)\\nCosette: Isn t he illigant? So grand and literary! (Exit.)\\n(Enter ladies and gentlemen, etc.)\\nMable: George and Helen went this way, etc.", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "I", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "mmm^mwmw^^^w^", "height": "2831", "width": "1959", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "ATLANTiCj fOVVA,", "height": "2821", "width": "2029", "jp2-path": "mylordcount00shou_0052.jp2"}}