{"1": {"fulltext": "PS 3513\\n.R692\\nF3\\n1900\\nCopy 1\\nPRICE 15 CENTS\\n-Fa\\nO )\u00c2\u00bbT\\\\?\\nA FALLEN IDOL\\nBUSHING COnPANY", "height": "3466", "width": "2180", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "SHOEMAKER S\\nBest Serectioi^s\\nFOR\\nREADINGS AND RECITATIONS\\nNumbers 1 to 25 Now Issued\\nPaper binding, each number, 30 cents\\nCloth 50\\nThis series was formerly called The Elocutionist s\\nAnnual, the first 17 numbers being published under\\nthat title. The change in name is made because it is\\nbelieved a more appropriate title is thus secured.\\nTeachers, Readers, Students, and all persons who\\nhave occasion to use books of this kind, concede this\\nto be the best series of speakers published. The differ-\\nent numbers are compiled by leading elocutionists of\\nthe country, who have exceptional facilities for securing\\nselections, and whose judgment as to their merits is in-\\nvaluable. No trouble or expense is spared to obtain the\\nvery bes^t readings and recitations, and much material is\\nused by special arrangement with other publishers, thus\\nsecuring the best selections from such American authors\\nas Longfellow, Holmes, Whittier, Lowell, Emerson,\\nAlice and Phoebe Gary, Mrs. Stowe, and many others.\\nThe foremost English authors are also represented, as\\nwell as the leading French and German writers.\\nSold by all Booksellers and Newsdealers, or mailed\\nupon receipt of price.\\nThe Penn Publishing Company\\n923 Arch Street\\nPhiladelphia", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "A FALLEN IDOL\\nA Farce in One Act\\nBy y\\nHelen Sherman Griffith\\nAuthor of The Burglar Alarm/ The Lady From\\nPhiladelphia, Etc.\\nPhiladelphia\\nThe Pcnn Publishingf Company\\nJ 900\\n1", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "s^C,^\\nK\\n20103\\nTwo Copies Received\\nm 141900\\nCopyright entry\\nSEcoNiD copy.\\nDelivered to\\nORDER DIVlSiON\\nK ypiAa!^\\nCopyright 1900 by The Penn Publishing Company", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "A FALLEN IDOL\\nCAST\\nMiss Spriggins Principal of Yomig Ladies Seminary\\nDora\\nPupils in I he Seminary\\nGWENDOLIN\\nMarie Brun A French Cleaner\\nCostumes, in Accordance with Characters\\nTime in Representation, Fifty Minutes", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "A FALLEN IDOL\\nSCENE A room behind Marie s shop, set with shabby\\ngenteel fiirnitnre. On left side a glass case exposing\\nseveral pieces of fine lace, gloves, etc. A plain fapanese\\nscreen at right side has light gown, newly cleaned, hang-\\ning over it. Large easy chair i?i centre. Entrances\\nc. i7i flat, L. and R. Mirror in some part of room.\\nScene opens disclosing Dora reading a letter aloud to\\nMarie, who clasps her hands in ecstacy as she listens,\\nfollowing Dora as she strides about stage.\\nDora {reading in exalted voice and with appropriate\\ngestures). Without the hght of your sweet eyes, my life is to\\nme as a night without day {strides across stage, Marie fol-\\nlowing) day no {in Jiatural voice), I mean a night witlio ut\\nstars {in exalted voice, recrossing stage), a day without sun\\nThe night has a thousand eyes, the day but one {lifts\\nher eyes in ecstacy of admiration), and you, my precious Ama-\\nbel {Aside, in natural voice) That s me, Marie. {Reads in\\nexaltedvoice, striding across stage) You are that light that\\nillumines my day of love And now I am actually to see\\nyou to gaze into those deep, tender, soulful orbs {rolls\\neyes) that will be raised so tenderly to mine Ah {re-\\ncrosses stage), those eyes I can see them now in my\\nmind s eye Soon, in a few hours^ now, I shall drink in\\ntheir sweet glances their tender glances for they will be\\ntender, will they not {Aside.) Oh, won t they? {Aloud, read-\\ning.) They nmst. Why thy very name, my dear one, whis-\\npers of love Amabel. At three, then, as we agreed, at\\nMarie s. Until then, my dear one, adieu, adieu 1 {Kisses\\nletter) Thine ever, Romeo. {Rapturously, folding letter)\\nAh, Marie, is it not beautiful And I am to see him here\\nto-day just think, to-day You are a dear, Marie, to kt\\nus meet here, and to have kept all our letters and all.\\nand never tell.\\nMarie. Ah, mademoiselle, I am as anxious zat ze mad-\\name should not discover ze petite affaire du caur, as mad-\\nemoiselle herself It would what you call it dear cost?\\ncoute chere my custom wiz ze young ladies, I fear madame\\nwould l)e so incensed against me ifslie knew. Is it not so?\\nDora. She would be pretty furious. But she is not\\n5", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "6 A FALLEN IDOL\\ngoing to find out, is she, Marie (Marie shrifgs her\\nshoulders as if to say. Not if ive can prevent, then takes up\\nduster and dusts. Dora sits in chair, c.)\\nDora. I wonder who he really is Of course Romeo\\nis not his real name, though it is very pretty and romantic.\\nCan it be that young man who stared so at me on our walk\\nyesterday? He was terribly good-looking, but then, of\\ncourse he wouldn t stare at me when he don t know yet\\nthat I am Amabel. But there {looking at watch), I am so\\nimpatient for this meeting that I ve come nearly an hour\\ntoo soon. I ll have time to step around the corner to Har-\\nris s and look at the bargain counters. {Rises and kisses\\nletter again before putti?ig it in her pocket, moving in the\\nmeanwhile toward door, c. in fiat.) An affair to think that I\\nhave a love affair Oh, wouldn t the girls be envious But\\nI haven t dared to take any of them into my confidence, not\\neven Gwendolin, my dearest friend {Exit Dora, c.\\nMarie looks after her, then continues dusting)\\nMarie {soliloquizing). Ah, zese school young ladies\\nWhat do zey not think of? To meet a young man in a back\\nshop Mais ce n est pas convenable. But what can one do\\nIt ees ze madame s fault. Zey were quite satisfy wiz zare\\nleetle mischiefs an smuggled bons-bons. Then madame,\\nshe say, Young ladies, no young gentlemens, if you please.\\nSo zen ze demoiselles, zey begin to look out for ze\\nyoung gentlemens Ah ze ways of mesdames de teach-\\ners, and mesdemoiselles de pupeels, sont drole But eet\\nis not for me to judge, au moins.\\n{Exit Marie, r., with duster. Enter Gwendolin, c, on\\ntip- toe. She peers around the room mysteriously, then\\ngoes to side and calls softly.\\nGwendolin {softly). Marie, Marie {She beckons off, r.)\\n{Re-enter Marie, r.)\\nMarie {in ordinary voice). Ah, bon jour, mademoiselle.\\nWhat can I do\\nGwendolin {glancing about). Sh-sh-sh (Gz/r/z^j- Marie\\nby the shoulder and says i?i sepulchral voice.) Can we be\\noverheard? Is there anyone within earshot\\nMarie {in natjiral voice, but puzzled). Why, no, made-\\nmoiselle, zere ees nobody about.\\nGwendolin [vuith exaggerated sigh of relief). Tis well\\n{In natural voice) Marie, I want you to do something for\\nme a great big favor. You re such a dear, obliging soul,\\n(Marie smiles and looks flattered) and you can keep a", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "A FALLEN IDOL 7\\nsecret, I know. You ve been letting the postman leave\\nletters here\\nMarie {clasping her hands). Ah, yes, such beautiful\\nletters From Monsieur Romeo to Mademoiselle Amabel\\nGwENDOLiN. Exactly. And now I am going to tell you\\na greater secret. {She goes to door, listens, again peers about\\nroom, theji comes close to Marie and bending down to her\\near, says) I am Romeo\\nMarie {starting back in astonishment). Mais mais,\\nmademoiselle, you Romeo Mais, c est impossible Romeo\\nees a gentleman\\nGwendolin {cahnlv). Exactly. And that s the favor I\\nwant to ask of you. I want you to help me to be a gentle-\\nman. Now listen {as Marie starts to speak). Your brother s\\na tailor, I know. Nothing s simpler than for you to step\\nacross to his shop and borrow a suit of clothes. Takes\\nMarie s arm and leads her toivard exit at back.)\\nMarie {protesting, and drawing back). But\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but, madame,\\nwhat will\\nGwendolin {keeping hold of Marie s arm). Never mind,\\nmadame. Just do as ask, like a dear, good soul. {Puts\\nMarie outside door at back) Only hurry, for I have to be\\nready in half an hour.\\nMarie {outside). Bien, mademoiselle.\\nGwendolin {coming back to front). There I do hope\\nshe ll keep her wits about her and get a size that fits. I think\\nwith this on {takes package from her pocket and nnivraps a\\nfalse mustache) I ll be pretty well disguised. {Holds mustache\\nup to mouth and looks in mirror, turning this way and that\\nbefore it while speaking) I wonder with which of the girls\\nI ve been carrying on this violent correspondence, for of\\ncourse it s one of the girls at the school or there wouldn t\\nhave been this mystery about sending the letters here and\\nall. I wish it were a town girl, though. I d feel so much\\nsurer of my disguise. {She ujrwj-aps another package which\\nproves to be a rna?i s hat) Now, with my hair tucked under\\nthis {puts on and my voice disguised\u00e2\u0080\u0094 (^/^v?/-^ in deep,\\nguttural voice) Ah, my cherished Amabel, at last at\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n{stops and liste?is). Goodness, someone s coming I don t\\nwant my Amabel to see me before I m ready\\n{Exit Gwendolin, r. E)iter Marie, c, carrying suit of\\nman s clothes)\\nMarie {breathless). Mademoiselle. {Looks abojit room\\nBut she s gone! (Gwendolin peeps through door. Enter\\nGwendolin.)", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "8 A FALLEN IDOL\\nGwENDOLiN. Ah, you dear Marie, back already {Lays hat\\non couJiter, luiiioticcd by Marie who is busy examining clothes.\\nGwENDOLiN ^^/e j/\u00c2\u00ab //r6 w Marie.) Aren t they jolly I\\nhope they ll fit. Here, help me.\\n{With Marie s assistance Gwendolin slips on coat and\\nlooks at herself in 7nirror. Marie stops, listens, then\\ngoes to door at c, opens it a little way, listens again,\\nthen closes it hastily and rn?is back to Gwendolin.)\\nMarie {shrieking). Ah, mademoiselle, we are undone,\\nwe are undone It ees ze madame who comes. How can\\nwe escape Ah\\nGwendolin dismay). Good gracious what shall we\\ndo? We must hide, Marie. {Looks about wildly.)\\nMarie {gathering up waistcoat and trousers). Here, my\\nroom, mademoiselle. Toute de suite. Zis way.\\n{They rush off, l., Gwendolin forgetting hat. Enter Miss\\nSpriggins and Dora at c.)\\nMiss S. {complacently). How nice it is that Marie has\\nthis little private room where you young ladies can come\\nsafely without danger of encountering ah objectionable\\npeople in the front shop.\\nDora {meekly). Yes, Miss Spriggins. {Aside.) I only\\nhope Romeo hasn t come yet. It s nearly three.\\n(Dora crosses and examines gown hanging over screen.\\nMiss S. goes to counter. Catches sight of the hat.)\\nMiss S. {starting back, then bending to look closer, putting\\nup her glasses, aside). Eh, what s ihis Upon my soul, it s\\na man s hat I A man s hat here in Marie s private room.\\nHow horrible Has Marie been deceiving us all these\\ndays And if the hat is here, the man cannot be far off.\\n{Looks about room) He may even be behind that screen.\\nWith conviction.) He is behind that screen, I feel it And\\nDora standing there {Aloud, advancing toivard screen)\\nDora, my dear, see here a moment.\\nDora {i?inoce?itly looking around). See how well Janet s\\ndress cleaned, Miss Spriggins. I wonder if that tea-stain\\ncame out. {Dora starts to lift dress from screen, moving\\ntoward the side.)\\nMiss S. {agitatedly). Oh, Dora, dear, come away don t\\nlook behind the screen I mean, I wouldn t look behind\\nthat is, Marie might not like you to touch the things,\\nyou know. {Gets between Dora a?id the screen, dropping\\nher shopping bag off her arm unnoticed in her agitation)", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "A FALLEN IDOL\\nDora {vDoyidering). All right. Miss Spriggins. But\\n^Marie doesn t mind, really. {Moves away from screen:)\\nMlss S. {aside). But she must not see the hat, either.\\nDear me, I ll really have to take her away from here.\\nDora {aside, looking at her watch). Dear me, why did I\\ngo on that errand I ran bang into Miss Spriggins and I ll\\nnever be able to get rid of her.\\nMiss S. {starting to look behifid screen a?id di^awing back).\\nI wonder if he is back there. But I must not look, or I\\nwill surely scream and alarm Dora. {Turns away. Dora\\nivalks ahstraj-tedly across the stage. Aside.) She will see\\nthe hat! {Calls.) Dora, my dear, don t go over I mean\\ncome here\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Marie seems to be busy just now. We ll\\nreturn to-morrow for the things.\\nDora {aside). The very thing! I ll soon be able to\\nshake her off and then come back here to meet Romeo.\\nAh, Romeo {Forgets herself and walks forward with\\nclasped hands.) Ah, Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou,\\nRomeo\\nMiss S. {aside, in horror). She has seen the hat and it\\nhas turned her head {Aloud, expostulating) My dear,\\nmy dear, what is the matter.?\\nDora. Oh, I forgot! I was thinking of my letter I\\nmean my\u00e2\u0080\u0094 our Shakespeare class, you know. {Recovers\\nherself.) The play of Romeo and Juliet, by Shakespeare,\\nyou know.\\nMiss S. {going toward door, c. in fiat). Yes. and a very\\nsilly play indeed. Come, my dear.\\n{Exeunt Dora and Miss Spriggins, c. Enter Marie, l.\\nLooks out of door after Miss Spriggins and Dora.)\\nMarie {closing door and coming front). Such an escape,\\nma foi\\n{Enter Gwendolin, cautiously, l.)\\nGwENDOLiN. Have they gone, Marie Who was it\\nMarie. It was ze madame and one of ze mesdemoiselles\\nmademoiselle Dora. (Marie re-arranges gown on screen.)\\nGwENDOLiN {aside). Dora How f should have lovetl\\nto tell her the joke. But she s such a proper little person\\nand so conscientious that she d be shocked. Now I ll go\\nback to try on the clothes. {Bell rings off r.)\\nMarie {aside). Ah, zere is a customer in my shop. I\\nmust go to wait upon her. {Exit Marie, r.)\\nGwE^DOiAyi {taking up hat). Marie, may I go into your\\nroom to dress Turjis and finds Marie gone) Why I", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "lO A FALLEN IDOL\\nwhere {Hears voices without) Oh, she s gone into the\\nshop. Well, she won t mind.\\n{Exit GwENDOLiN, L. Voices heard off r., b?it no words\\nare distinguishable except an occasional exclamation\\nfrom Marie, Re-e7iter Miss Spriggins, c.)\\nMiss S. {coming forzva?^d). Now for the investigation\\n{Stops and listens.) Why, that is the voice of one of my\\ngirls How often must I tell them that they are not to\\ngo into the front shop, but to transact their business with\\nMarie here. Thougii for this once it has proved rather\\nfortunate, for she might have seen the young man Now I\\nwill go in there and see her started safely home before I\\nspeak to Marie about that that hidden creature\\n{Exit Miss S., r. Enter Gwendolin fi -om l., still with\\nhat and coat on, but carrying trousers over arm)\\nGwendolin. Marie {looks about room). Why, she isn t\\nback, yet. {Listens) But here she comes.\\n{Enter Marie, r., hastily. In great agitation as she sees\\nGwendolin.)\\nGwendolin. Marie, they fit all right that is, everything\\nexcept {comes close to Marie and whispers in her ear).\\nMarie. Eh, bien too long, you say? {takes tr ousers)\\nBut cannot mademoiselle turn zeni up at bottom? (Miss\\nSpriggins voice heard without)\\nGwendolin {in dismay). Miss Spriggins\\nMarie {clasping her hands). Ah, yes, it was that of\\nwhich I came to warn you. But ze ze trous\\nGwendolin {excitedly But she may come in here at\\nany second, and she must not find me in these things I ll\\nhide. (Miss Spriggins voice heard agai?i) ,_^\\nGwendolen. Oh, she s coming! I m lost. The screen,\\nquick {Dashes behind screen, the?t looks out from behind\\nit) But Marie, you will change them, won t you\\nGet me a shorter pair. I must have\\n{Dodges behind screen as Miss Spriggins enters r. Marie\\nstands near door c. i?i flat, holdi?tg the trousers folded\\nover her arm)\\nMiss S. {stepping back with a scream of horror). Marie,\\nwhat are you holding in your arms\\nMarie {looking down, much embarrassed). Oh, ah,\\nmadame means zese, perhaps {holds out trousers deprecat-\\ningly). Ah, zese are a trifle a mere trifle. Ah", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "A FALLEN IDOL II\\nMiss S. {gasping). A trifle A mere trifle Marie, what\\ndo you mean {Sinks into chair.)\\nMarie. Ah, I would say\u00e2\u0080\u0094 {Recovers herself Why, zese,\\nmadame, are my brother s. Zere was a stain a mere trifle\\nof a stain, madame comprehends, whicli I was requested to\\nsponge off, and which would not injure ze newness of ze\\ncloth, yes I am but about to return zem.\\nMiss S. {snspicionsly). Your brother, Marie I did not\\nknow you had a brother. {Rises and conies fof-d ard^stern/y.)\\nMarie, you are deceiving me\\nMarie. Ah, no, madame. I have a brother, truly. He\\nis one tailor\\nMiss S. {^evereh^. Tailors do not leave their busmess\\non a Saturday afternoon to call upon their sisters. And I\\nsaw a hat here when I came in a little while ago. A gentle-\\nman s hat.\\nMarie {looks about for the hat in bewilderment, for she\\nhad 7iot seen that Gwendolin had left the hat on the table).\\nA gentleman s hat, madame Ah, but no Zere has been\\nno oentleman s hat here. I swear it Madame does not\\nbelieve me? {Wrings her hands) Ah, Je suis desolee\\nBut madame must believe! See, I swear it on bended knee\\nzere has been no gentleman s hat in zis room {Drops on\\nknees before Miss S) Madame will believe me now? And\\nzese {holding out trousers), zese are my brother s Madame\\nbelieves, yes? Madame must believe ze desolee Mane!\\n{Clasps Miss Sv^\\\\gg\\\\^^ around the knees)\\nMiss S. {embarrassed and trying to back away). Don t,\\nMarie! It is so\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ah\u00e2\u0080\u0094 undignified. Rise, and speak\\nrationally.\\nMarie {rising). But madame must not do me ze injus-\\ntice about my brother s trous\\nMiss S. {hastily^. Sh-sh But {still doubting), there is\\nno tailor in the town of the name of Brun.\\nMarie {coylv, casting down her eyes). Ah, ze madame\\nforgets zat poor Marie is widow. I was nee Jacques, mad-\\name, and {eagerly) madame has surely seen zat sign across\\nze way. And I was about to return zem when madame\\nentered.\\nMiss S. {conz inced). Very well. Marie. I believe you.\\nOnly do return diem now. Get them back to him at once.\\nTurns azvay)\\nMarie. Oui, madame.\\n{Exit Marie at c. with trousers.)\\nGwendolin {aside behind screen). Hurrah for Marie.\\nL.0^^", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "12 A FALLEN IDOL\\nMiss S. {advancing front). I suppose it is all right,\\nand that was her brother s hat that he left here when he\\nbrought her the ah the garment. But {lookijig about\\nroom), I forgot to ask Marie if she had seen my shopping bag,\\nwhich I must have dropped here, and I am keeping Dora\\nwaiting all this time at Harris s. She will grow weary and\\ngo home without me. {Begins to search roo??i.)\\nGwENDOLiN {aside behijid screen). Gracious! Here s\\nher beastly old shopping bag right over here on the floor.\\nIf she comes to pick it up she ll see me. What on earth\\nshall I do I daren t move the screen it would attract her\\nattention. Takes up yard-stick.) Perhaps I can poke the\\nbag farther out into the room before she sees it.\\nMiss S. {stilt searchijig 07i counter and table). I was\\nquite sure that I had laid it down here, but I must have\\ndropped it somewhere about the room. {Begi?is to search\\nfloor.) Ah, there it is The yard- stick protrudes from\\nbehirid screen, and thrusts the shopping bag over toward\\ncentre of room)\\nMiss S. {jumping back with scream). Then there is\\na man behind there I must return and investigate.\\n{Picks up shopping bag cautiously and retreats backward\\ntoward door c.) I will just go and see Dora started safely\\nhome. To think that Marie was deceiving me after all\\n{Exit Miss Spriggins c.)\\nGwENDOLiN {coming forward from behind sere e?i). Here s\\na how-de-do Miss Spriggins evidently saw that hat the\\ntime I forgot and left it on the counter, and now she sus-\\npects that something is up and is coming back to investigate!\\nI m afraid that settles the chance of my meeting with Amabel,\\nand my jolly masquerade. And Harris s is so near just\\naround the corner. She ll be back in a jiffy. {Lisfe?is)\\nThere she comes now! {Glances at scree?i.) I daren t hide\\nthere again. I hope Marie will forgive my making so free\\nwith her room, but it s the only hiding place left me.\\n{Exit GWENDOLIN L., Re-e?iter Miss Spriggins c).\\nMiss S. They told me at the store that Dora had gone\\nhome, so now the coast is clear for my search into thin mys-\\ntery. {She walks determinedly across to the scree?i, reaches\\nher hand out to move it, hesitates, and draivs back. She\\nlooks hastily about the room, peers under table and counter,\\nand then goes back to screen. Clearing her voice and speak-\\ning sternly.) Young man, stand forth. {Silence. Pause.\\nIn same stern voice) Young man, stand forth. Conceal-", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "A FALLEN IDOL 1 3\\nment is now impossible. All is known Stand forth\\n{Silence. Pause. In natural voice, ivith some asperity)\\nThere is no use in your skulking back there, when 1 know\\nperfectly well that you are there. If you don t come out at\\nonce, I shall be obliged to remove the screen. {Silence.\\nPause. Tapping her foot impatiently) This is very im-\\npertinent, young man. I will give you until I count ten to\\nappear, and then I shall remove the screen. So, prepare\\nOne, two, three. Remember, I warn you Four, five, six,\\nseven. At ten, I am determined! Eight. {Counts more\\nslowly.) Nine. Your last chance {Slight pause.) Ten\\n{She draws back screen dramatically and steps back in aston-\\nishment) Not there Can he have made his escape al-\\nready No, was gone too short a time. Hark {Listens)\\nSome one comes. I ll step behind here and avx ait develop-\\nments. (Miss Spriggins re-arranges screeii and goes be-\\nhind it, standing so that she can be seen by audience, and\\ngoes through appropriate pa7itomime at all that follows.\\n{Enter Dora, breathless, c.)\\nDora {dropping into chair). Oh, what a time I had to\\nshake off the old lady (Miss Spriggins makes motions of\\nanger and indignation behind screen.) She sticketh closer\\nthan a brother or a barnacle. And it s after three (Miss S.\\nlooks interested) I hope my cherished Romeo hasn t got\\ntired of waiting and gone away. {Looks at watch)\\nMiss S. {aside, behind scree?). So this is the plot One\\nof my most highly esteemed and trusted young ladies has\\nan appointment to meet a young man here\\nDora {still looking at watch). Quarter past {Rises and\\nlooks about room) Either Romeo s ardor has cooled very\\nquickly, that he couldn t wait fifteen stupid little minutes,\\nor else he s not come yet. I hope nothing s happened to\\ndetain him, after all the risk I ve taken to keep the appoint-\\nment.\\nMiss S. {grimly, behind screen). A very great risk, in-\\ndeed, young lady Greater than you guess at present\\nDora {sitting doivn again, and laughing). It was hard\\nwork shaking the old lady, but it was funny, too. How\\ngullible she is I told the man at the store to say that I d\\ngot tired and gone home, and she believed it! Believed\\nthat I d prefer the slow, pokey, old school of a Saturday\\nafternoon to sitting in Harris s window and watching the\\ngay crowd go by on the av^enue Why. I d have waited\\nthe whole afternoon for her, if it hadn t been for this\\nappointment. Gone home, indeed {Laughs again) And", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "14 A FALLEN IDOL\\nI slipped out to Huyler s, too, and got a pound of caramels\\nhad em put in a bag, so the box wouldn t give me away.\\nTakes large paper package, with some difficulty, out of her\\npocket.) Goodness what a pity that big sleeves have gone\\nout of fashion. They were so handy for smuggling things\\nin.\\nMiss S. {behind screen). Indeed! I shall remember that\\nwhen big sleeves become fashionable again\\nDora {looking longingly at package). What a feast\\nGwendolin and I will have to-night My mouth fairly waters\\nfor one this instant, but {looking about) Romeo may come in\\nat any moment and I should not like to be caught with my\\nmouth full. That would be a very unromantic beginning to\\nmy affair.\\nMiss S. {behind screen, scandalized). An affair, indeed\\nOne of my young ladies to talk of a love affair {Holds up\\nher hands in horror.)\\nDora {jumping up). But it s getting awfully late. I\\nwonder if he isn t coming. I ll go hunt up Marie and see\\nif she knows anything. Maybe he s been here and has left\\na message.\\nMiss S. {grimly behind screen). Yes, young lady, he has\\nbeen here, but I shall receive the message.\\n{I?t her agitation Miss Spriggins jars against the screen,\\ncausing it to move slightly, just as Dora tmnis to exit r.\\nDora sees screen move, shrieks aiid jumps back, drop-\\nping her package, which breaks, and the caramels are\\nspread about on the floor)\\nDora {clasping her hands agitatedly). I thought I saw the\\nscreen move. {Looks at screen again) I wonder if there\\ncould be a burglar or anything behind it {Still watches\\nscree?i intently) But how silly of me! It s as stearly as a\\nrock. A draught must have waved the dress hanging on\\nit. Whoever heard of a burglar in the middle of the\\nafternoon And dear me, look at my precious carmels\\n{T)OKK hieels on floor to pick up caramels. The large chair\\nconceals her from any one coming in back, or left. Enter\\nMarie at back, carry i?ig a pair of trousers. She looks\\nabout room but does not see Dora. Knocks at door left.\\nDoor opens a?7d ejifer Gw E^ DOi.i^, cautiously. She has\\non the coat, hat, and false mustache).\\nGwendolin {whispering). Is it all right? Have you\\ngot a shorter pair", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "A FALLEN IDOL\\n15\\nDora {listejiing). What s that I thought I heard some-\\nbody whisper. Oh, I m as nervous as a cat\\n(Dora glances at screen again, and theii rises sloivly and\\npeeps over hack of chair just as Marie holds trousers up\\nagainst Gwkndolin to measure their length. Miss\\nSpriggins peeps around side of screen at same moment.\\nDora and Miss Spriggins slwiek)\\nMiss S. r Marie\\nDora. ^^^^nultaneously\\nMiss S. {sternly, comiiig forward). Young ladies, what\\ndoes this mean\\nGwENDOLiN {ivith a scream). Miss Spriggins Mercy\\n{Snatches off hat and tugs at mustache which sticks.) Ow\\nhow it sticks. {Succeeds in removing mustache?)\\nMiss S. {stepping back in asto?iishment). GwendoHn\\n{Sternly) In that coat And that hat And\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and things\\nWhat does this mean\\nDora {reproachfully, seeing through Gwexdolin s dis-\\n.gnise). Oh, Gwendohn, were you my Romeo\\nMiss S. {sharply). Wliat s that GwendoHn, your Romeo\\nDora {severely), I was there, beliind that screen, and heard\\nyou aclvnowledge that you had come here to meet a young\\nman\\nDora {faintly). Oh, Miss Spriggins!\\nMiss S. {with increasing severity). GwendoHn, do you\\nmean to say that you intended to dress yourself as a man\\nTo wear\u00e2\u0080\u0094 those things {She points dramatically to trousers\\nwhich Marie stands holding at full length.)\\nGwendolin {penitently, but with difficulty restrai^iing her\\nlaughter). I\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I m sorry, Miss Spriggins. l you see it was\\nthis way\\nDora {reproachfully). Then you did mean to deceive\\nme, Gwen me, your dearest friend\\nMiss S. (m hor7^or). You intended to put on those\\nthings\\nGwendolin {desperately). But it was only in fun. Miss\\nSpriggins. A sort sort of affaire du coeur, you know. It\\nwas only a joke\\nMiss S. {turning a?id catching sight of the trousers).\\nOnly a joke Oh, Marie, take the immodest things\\naway\\nMarie {waving trousers up and down as she raises her\\nhands a?id gives a shrug). Ah, zese affairs of ze heart!\\nHow zey grieve, even when zey are only in jest\\nGwendolin. But Miss Spriggins, vou know I didn t", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "I 6 A FALLEN IDOL\\nreally put them on. (Miss Spriggins sfmdders) And\\nDora will forgive me. Won t you, Dora\\nDora. Yes, I suppose I must. I was very foolish to be\\nso easily taken in. But you did write awfully sweet letters,\\nGwen.\\n(Dora and Gwendolin7 ?/72 hands and kneel before Miss\\nSpriggins.)\\nGwENDOLiN. I forswear the the garments of the other\\nsex, and beseech your forgiveness.\\nDora. It is a first offense, Miss Spriggins, and we will\\nbe models the rest of the term.\\nMiss S. {relentitig). I suppose I must forgive you, if\\nonly to keep the other girls from hearing of it. For I must\\nexact a promise that you will never let this scandalous\\naffair be whispered to the rest of the school.\\nDorI^^^^^ 1 ^f^Sether, jnmpiiig up). We promise\\n(Marie still stands in backgroimd holding trousers, and\\nMiss Spriggins turns her back upon them with a shud-\\nder. GwENDOLiN and Dora embrace, c.)\\nGwendolin. And you forgive my intended treachery\\nDora. Yes To tell the truth, I m glad that it wasn t\\nreally a man.\\nThey embrace again^\\nGwENDOLiN. Amabel\\nDora. Romeo\\ncurtain", "height": "3328", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "fallenidolfarcei00grif_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "Practical Elocution\\nBy J. W. Shoemaker, A. M.\\n300 pages\\nCloth, Leather Back, ^1.25\\nThis work is the outgrowth of\\nactual class room experience, and is\\na i)ractical, common-sense treatment\\nof the whole subject. It is clear and\\nconcise, yet comprehensive, and is\\nabsolutely free from the entangling\\ntechnicalities that are so frequently found in books of\\nthis class.\\nConversation, which is the basis of all true Elocution,\\nis regarded as embracing all the germs of speech and\\naction. 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