{"1": {"fulltext": "PS 3523\\n.A522P6\\n1900\\nL\u00e2\u0080\u009e", "height": "4530", "width": "2809", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "A\\n^^0^\\n,40,\\nr\\n.^^^vO. .ft", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "\\\\o v* :^-y V*^\\n.^J- V\\nvr,", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "Cbe Playwridbt\\nM Ris Partner s Ulife I\\n11\\nBy Ceonard Candes", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "(a4wiiJ ^miii.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT\\nA COMEDY\\nIn Four Acts\\nI\\nBy LEONARD LANDBS\\nAuthor of His Partner s Wife, and Mr. Roch of Rochester\\nChanibrrs Priftf, Publish f -s\\n27 Neiv C)t ambers Street\\nNezv York", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "23000\\nONE COPY REOEIVet\\n?5 3^^?^\\n1 Library ol Congres\u00c2\u00abj\\nTwo CoPfES Received\\nJUL 21 moo\\nCopyright entry\\n2 i mm- copy.\\n2nd Copy Delivered to\\nORDER DIVISION\\nnil 23 1900_\\nG6186\\nCopyright, igoo\\nby\\nLeonard Landes.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "COPYRIGHT NOTICE.\\nThese plays are fulU protected b}- the copyright law, all requirements of\\nwhich have been complied with. In their present printed form they are dedi-\\ncated to the reading public onh% and no performances of them may be given\\nwithout the written permission of the author.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "DRAMATIvS PERSONAE.\\nDr. RobkrT Mockart (a pradis^ing physician in Neiu York).\\nMrs. Frkda Mockart {his mother).\\nEtta Mockart {his sister).\\nMr. Adolf Moei^ner {his uncle, a snccessfnl business ma)! i)i\\nNew York.)\\nMiss Lucy Moelnkr) {^daughters of Adolf I\\\\foelner).\\nMiss Lena MoeivNER\\nProf. Wit.tjam Powers {a Professor of Literature at a New\\nYork university).\\nMrs. Georgette Powers {his wife).\\nM iss Em II.Y Powers is da ugh ter\\nMr. John LEE {a literary friend of Robert Mockart).\\nDr. lewis Mandei. ^y-^,,^^^ ^f j^^i,^.,,f Mockart).\\nMr. PaulSchaeffer)\\nMr. Dan Fui^Ton {a prominent N ezv York Manager\\nMary {Servants in Prof. Pozvers house.\\nWir.i.iAM J\\nWebster\\nPhillips I\\nVNeivspapi^r Critics.\\nDean\\nP ]-:lmont I\\nA leading man, a leading lady, members of Dan Fulton s\\nstock company; messenger boy, etc., etc.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "FIRST ACT.\\nAt Mr. Robert Mockart s Home, East Second Street, New\\nYork. September.\\nSECOND ACT.\\nAt Prof. Wii^i.iam Powers Home, Madison Ave., New York.\\nOctober.\\nTHIRD ACT.\\nAt Dr. Mockart s Home. November.\\nFOURTH ACT.\\nOn the Stage of a New York Theatre. December.\\nPeriod iSgo.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Cbe Playwrigbt\\nACT FIRST.\\nThe Scene represents a room in Doctor MockarVs house. The\\nroom is neatly furnished, indicating people in moderate\\ncircumstances. In the centre and left is a door, and on\\nthe right another door leading out to the study of Doctor\\nMockart. Both of these doors are furnished with portieres.\\nI7i the centre of the room is a table, on the left there are\\nchairs, and on the right of the room a sofa.\\nMr. M0E1.NER {a short, stout, prosperous-appearing business man,\\nquite corpulent, with iron-gray hair and white moustache,\\napparently about fifty-five years of age), enters follozued by\\nMrs. Mockart, the mother of the Doctor [a slim zuoman, with\\nhair tinged with gray, about forty-seven to foi ty-nine years of\\nage, appearaiice indicating a very nervous temperament).\\nThey enter at left door.\\nMr, Moelner*\\nSo that is why ^-ou sent for me\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n{Appealingly.) For whom should I send? You know I have\\nno one else to whom I can appeal ask advice of or speak my\\nmind to. Robert does not listen to me he does not see that he\\nis doing injustice to us\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and injury to himself\u00e2\u0080\u0094 so I sent for you to\\nspeak to him to explain, to show him his mistakes where he is\\nwrong. Perhaps he may take your advice and change.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nWhere is he now", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "2 THE PLAYWRICxHT, Act I.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n{Pointing with her finger to right door.) There, there study-\\ning unknown worlds, wasting his time on illusions and imaginary\\npeople of no earthly use to himself, to us or to anybody. {Turn-\\ning to Moelner. Ah is it not a pity for a young man for whom\\nwe have waited anxiously and patiently for so many years we\\nalmost counted the days before he was graduated, and how hard\\nwe worked to help him finish his medical education and after-\\nwards, when we expected from him assistance advice and to be\\nof some use to us to himself he takes such impossible, im-\\npracticable, foolish ideas into his head to become a dramatist, a\\nplaywright a poet.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nBut he has w^ritten so many things. What has become of them\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nNothing absolutely nothing Only the other day he sent one\\nof his plays to a manager, who kept it for a long time, and we\\nreally thought that something would come of it. In the end\\nRobert received a letter from the manager saying that the play\\nwas very cleverly written, but he was sorry he could not use it.\\nBy a mark which I had previously made in the bundle, we found\\nthat the manager had not even opened the manuscript.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nAnd what did Robert say to that\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nHe coolly said That does not show anything. I will write\\nanother plaj- and send it to the same manager.\\nMr. Moelner.\\n{Astonished.) Impossible! You cannot call it ambition. The\\nboy must be mad madly ambitious.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n{Interrupting.) Study and the theatre the theatre and study\\nthese are his life, he exclaimed. So, you see, he has lost\\nentirely all interest in his profession, that cost him so many\\nyears of labor, and has undertaken a task that he is incompetent,\\nincapable to accomplish. {Appealingly.) Is it not madness?\\nMadness in the last degree", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act 3\\nMr. Moelner.\\n{Xodding his head.) Pity! pity! pity! that a boy without\\nvices, with a golden profession, with life and a brilliant career\\nbefore him should be ruined by a nonsensical idea.\\nMrs* Mockart\\nThe worst of it is this: lately, in the library, he met a Mr. Lee a\\nliterary hack who introduced him to a certain Professor Powers;\\nand now, all that Robert thinks of or cares about is this literary\\nhack and this professor. He imagines that this professor will dis-\\ncover in his writings an unknown talent, a genius, and through\\nhim he will become known popular and his writings famous.\\nMr, Moelner.\\nYes youthful illusions. Sweet dreams of the young that never\\nreach realization.\\nMrs* Mockart.\\n]\\\\Ir. Lee writes him You are the coming man, and the pro-\\nfessor tells him You are a promising writer.\\nMr. Moelner,\\nYou ought to ask them where do all the promising writers\\ngo to\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nBut you cannot ask them you cannot talk to them. I do not\\nknow haven t the slightest idea how I shall get him out of this\\ndifficulty.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nI believe that the only thing that would make him drop this\\nnonsense and take an interest in his profession would be an in-\\ncrease of his practice.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nYes it is the only thing that will dispel his foolish ideas. But,\\nas I told you before, the chances of success in his practice in this\\nlocality are very small. He needs a better neighborhood, where\\nhe can make friends acquaintances and, principally, he needs\\nsome one to encourage in him, to stimulate in him a love for his\\nprofession.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nAs bad an uncle as Robert considers me to be, I will open an", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "4 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I.\\noffice for him near my house, as I promised you, that I and my\\nfriends will do all in our power to help him but, to tell the candid\\ntruth, I believe it will be of no use as long as there is no stimulus\\nwithin himself.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nI admit that; but sometimes it is necessary to apply to a man a\\nstimulus from without {quickly) besides, you don t understand\\nme, a different tone) Albert, is it not of ten the case that though\\na man is a total failure alone he wins success through the aid of\\na woman\\nMr. Moclner.\\n{Interrupts.) Yes many a man owes his success in life to a\\nwoman.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nI mean, Robert needs the encouragement of a good and sensible\\nwoman.\\nMr, Moelner.\\n{Lauohiiig.) Ha Ha Ha But, a sensible woman is such a\\nrare being.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nThey are rare, but they do exist, and surely your daughter Lucy\\nis good and sensible.\\nMr, Moelner.\\n{Inquiringly. My daughter Lucy\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nLucy thinks a great deal of Robert, you have often remarked.\\nMr. Moclncr.\\nYes, Freda. That was our plan, even before he was graduated,\\nand I often told you so but after his graduation he never came\\nnear us, never listened to me, kept aloof from us all because I\\nrefused to consent that he should enter any other career than his\\nprofession. Now, look at the result. What has he accomplished?\\nWhat has he to show for so niau}^ years of work? Nothing,\\nactually nothing. I am not a millionaire, to give my daughter a\\nprivate fortune even if I could, I would not do it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and we should\\nlike Lucy, if she does marry, to have, if not more at least as\\nmuch as she has been accustomed to. I admit that he is clever,\\nand perhaps talented, but from a practical standpoint, he has", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad- 1. 5\\nnothing to show. Had he not wasted so many years for nothing,\\nthings would have been different.\\nMrs* Mockart.\\nBut, he has all the material in him that makes a man succeed\\nhe needs onl}^ to be shown the wa}-, and with your influence be-\\nhind him it would not take him long to establish himself.\\nMr, Moelnet.\\nHe has all the material, no doubt. The trouble is, he is so\\nobstinate it is a question if he would listen.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nEmphatically-) Listen he must and change he shall a\\ndijferent tone) and why should he not change\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he will be in differ-\\nent society, different surroundings, and with the help of a woman\\nlike your Lucy, he cannot but change\\nMr. Moelner.\\nFor the present leave Lucy out. I don t say Yes or No. We\\nwill see how things shape themselves. Call Robert. Say I am\\nhere I want to speak to him.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n[Goes. to Right door and calls) Robert Robert\\nRobert.\\n{From inside I am busy,\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nUncle Albert is here.\\nRobert.\\n{Surprised.) Uncle Albert Uncle Albert you say\u00e2\u0080\u0094 {Robert\\nenters light door.)\\n(Robert is a man about thirty slightly, yet firmly built-,\\nivith regular features, face pale, though uot unhealthy.\\nHe has dark brown eyes and abundant hair, and beard\\nbrown in color, suggesting the artistic type rather than\\nthe medical man\\nRobert.\\nUncle, this is a surprise. If I remember rightly you have never\\nbeen in our home since we lived here. I thought you and your", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "6 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I.\\nfamily never ventured into this neighborhood, and why should\\nyou? Think what a different part of the city this is\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the Foreign\\nQuarter\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the tenement district they call it. How far apart the\\npeople here are from the people who live in your locality the\\nsame men and women but like the inhabitants of two different\\nworlds. Are you not afraid of the dangers of contamination and\\ncontagion in this foreign atmosphere, Uncle\\nMr. Moelner.\\n{Quietly. I did not come here. Your mother sent for me.\\nRobert.\\nOh, I see, she sent for you. No doubt, to tell you what a bad\\nson I am, and to beg you to try to make something good out of\\nthis very, very bad son.\\nMr. Moclner.\\nAs far as I can see, she was not telling me an}^ untruth. After\\nso many years of work, I understand you have very little to show.\\nRobert.\\nIf you mean from a financial standpoint, perhaps {reflectively)\\nYes.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nIn what other way can you measure a man s success?\\nRobert.\\nHa There are a good many other ways, mother. A man can\\nbe financially a failure, and yet a great_success as a man.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nFor such men I care very little. Their success is theoretical\\nand not practical.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nThe fact remains, you did not succeed in this locality, and\\nperhaps after all, it is not so much your fault; you have no friends\\nor acquaintances around here to help you along, and, naturally,\\nyou were discouraged and neglected your profession, and, fasci-\\nnated by your ideals, you became an enthusiast a dreamer.\\nRobert.\\nUncle, there is a certain satisfaction in dreaming.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I. 7\\nMrs, Mockart*\\nDreaming is only dreaming after all, for when you dream, you\\ndo not live.\\nMr* Moelner.\\nRobert, your mother is right. Leave dreaming to sleep for we\\nwill sleep longer than we will live and while we have life, let us\\nlive.\\nRobeft.\\nYou call me dreamer, but I am not a dreamer. I want to live,\\nand give life to my ideals.\\nMr, Moelner.\\nLeave your ideals to the future, for the present let us talk what\\nyou can do now, to live. Your mother proposes that I should take\\nyou up into my locality and open an office for you there. I will\\ngive you my moral and financial support, and I promise you it will\\nnot be long before you will be well established, if you only give\\nup your nonsensical notions and attend to your profession.\\nRobert*\\nWhat do you mean\\nMr, Moelner*\\nI mean that you did not have the opportunity to succeed in this\\nlocality, so I offer to open an office for you in my neighborhood.\\nMy friends and I will use all our influence to help you along if\\nyou promise me to give up your foolish ideas of making plays.\\nRobert.\\nEmphatically. No.\\nMrs* Mockart.\\n{Surprised.) No?\\nRobert.\\n{Firmly and positively.) No. Never.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nAnd why not\\nRobert.\\nI am satisfied with what I am, with what I have, and where\\nI am\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nYou are very easily satisfied, indeed for you have nothing you\\nare nothing.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "8 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad\\nRobert.\\nNow, uncle. If you are really sincere and want to do something\\nfor me, to help me along something that I cannot and will not\\nforget all my life and besides, if you want to save me anxiety,\\nworrimeiit and sleepless nights for months\u00e2\u0080\u0094 perhaps for years\\nto come lend me your assistance and I will find someone who\\nwill produce one of my plays.\\nMn Moelner.\\nOh, no I have no money to invest in experiments.\\nRobert.\\nCall it an experiment, if you like, but you will find out my writ-\\nings are of some value.\\nMr. Moelner.\\n{Shakes his head and Diotioiis ivith his hand.) Oh, no, I don t\\nbelieve in experiments, they don t pay. They are unprofitable.\\n^Robert.\\n{Laughingly. Oh, I understand. If you were sure to make as\\nmuch money out of my plays as you do out of buttons, you would\\nproduce them.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nWhy do not the people who know how to judge produce them\\nRobert.\\n{Crying out.) They will, they will. It is only a question of\\ntime.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nTime? There is a time when all men must die. When? is the\\nquestion.\\nRobert.\\n[Refleetively. Ah, yes. When? When, is a bitter question to\\nanswer, to the man who knows come it must but when will it\\ncome? is full of agony, suffering anxiety and torturing pain.\\nBut, uncle, the man who does not understand the word pain,\\nnever knows what pleasure means.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nI hope you will succeed, but 3 our chances of success are very\\nsmall indeed.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I. 9\\nRobert*\\nThe smaller the better. If a man is bigger than his chances, the\\nchances must become greater and the man greater still.\\nMfs, Mockart*\\nBut, to fight a man must have ammunition and you have\\nnothing even your physical strength will give out under this\\npressure.\\nRobert,\\nThe satisfaction of some day having my dream realized, will give\\nme strength to stand anything\u00e2\u0080\u0094 everything even my own moth-\\ner s reproaches my family s enmity my friends laughter. Come\\nwhat may, I know what I am capable of doing, and nothing will\\ndiscourage me.\\nMrs. Mockart*\\nIt is simply ridiculous, among seventy million people, a young\\nman whom we may say is a foreigner in this country is not\\nacquainted among the people, not even having the language well,\\nwants to write plays. A play is life and you wish to write of\\npeople whose lives you know nothing of.\\nRobert*\\nI may not know them, but I see them and feel them in my soul.\\nMr* Moelner.\\nRobert, you are an enthusiast and you speak like a dreamer. If\\nyou would spend as much energy and determination in your pro-\\nfession, you would be better off.\\nRobert.\\nPerhaps I would be better off, but I can do nothing else than\\ndo the work I love to do.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nTo do the work you love to do is right, but do not attempt a\\ntask you are incapable of accomplishing.\\nRobert.\\nWhether I am capable remains to be seen for the present I\\nhave only one way to go.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nGo your way. No ouq objects to that but first do 3-our duty", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "lo THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act J.\\nand fulfil your oblij^ations to your family not to your family, if\\nyou like but to the people who believed you, trusted you and\\nhelped you out. A man can go according to his inclination if he\\ncan afford to, but you are actually indebted to your mother your\\nsister\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yes, to yourself. After you have done your duty and ful-\\nfilled your obligations, then you can go your way and then only.\\nRobert,\\nI am doing the best service for my family, for m3 self and every-\\nbody else, when I do the work I love to do. I always make the\\nnecessaries of life in some way or other. I do not denv that I\\nhave some obligations to my family, but as long as I am willing\\nto fulfil them it does not matter when it comes; besides, I have\\nsome people who have interested themselves in me, and who\\nknows, the time may be at hand and at hand very soon.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n{Sarcastically. You mean the professor again.\\nRobert.\\nYes, the professor.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nAnd you have forgotten to mention your friend, the literary\\nhack from the library.\\nRobert.\\nYes I have forgotten to mention my friend from the library\\nMr. Lee.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nAnd on these men you build your future\\nRobert.\\nNo I build the future myself. They are only interested in the\\nbuilding of it.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nAnd may I ask if the professor s daughter is not also interested\\nin this building?\\nRobert.\\n{Interrupts sternly.) Mother!\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nThe professor has a daughter; that is nothing to be ashamed of", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE PI.AYWRIGHT, Act I. ii\\nRoberta\\n{In auger.) Mother!\\nMrs* Mockart.\\nWhat have I said that is so terrible I simply mentioned that\\nthe professor s daughter also takes an interest in the building of\\nyour future, as you put ic.\\nRobert*\\nMother, I see it gives you pleasure to pain me. If I could pay\\nyou back my obligations with my own blood, I would do so, for\\nonly that would satisfy you, and you would leave me alone.\\nUncle, good night. (Exits right door.)\\nMrs* Mockart*\\n{Weeping. I did not know that when my poor husband died,\\neverything died with him. Yes; he is trying in every shape and\\nmanner to tear himself from us everything he was accustomed\\nto everybody whom he knew seems no longer to be in his\\nsphere. He thinks that he knows more than anybody, and he is\\nmore than anybody.\\nMr* Moelner*\\nPatience, Freda, patience. All years do not pass in one day.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nAh You don t know. You cannot understand what it is to\\nstruggle year after year for the bare necessities of life, and you\\nknow well that I am not used to it. I did not have it in my\\nfather s house, and I knew nothing of it until my poor husband\\ndied.-\\nMr. Moelner*\\nPatience, patience.\\nMrs* Mockart*\\n{Bitterly.) I would be patient, and would be satisfied with\\nanything, if that boy would only listen to me and not consider me\\nhis enemy.\\nMr* Moelner*\\nHe is suffering from the fever of enthusiasm. He will cool\\ndown in time and everything will be all right. {In different tone.)\\nFreda, you never mentioned to me that the professor s daughter\\ntook an interest in Robert s future, {A pause. Softly.) Is she\\nbeautiful", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "12 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad I.\\nMrs* Mockart,\\n{Abruptly.) She is not 1)eautiful, nor even fair although I\\nhave never seen her.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nBut he was so indignant when you mentioned her name.\\nMrs* Mockart.\\nNaturally. They turn his head by telling him how clever he is\\ntheir flattery makes him think that they are in earnest. These\\nare the people who understand me he says, They know my\\nvalue. They do not care for the mere material side of life, but for\\nnobler, higher aims and if through my writings, I have only\\nsucceeded in making them my friends, I have accomplished\\nenough, I am satisfied and he plainly shows that he is simply\\ninfatuated with them.\\nMf. Moelncr.\\nSo So The professor s daughter has interested him\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nInterested him? He does nothing but think of her.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nSo Then it is not the professor he really means, but that genile-\\nman s daughter?\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nHe does not know what he means, nor what he wants. This\\nboy will drive me to an early grave. He has simply taken my\\nwhole life s work, torn it into pieces and thrown it into the fire\\nMr. Moelner.\\nReally, Freda, it is not so discouraging as 3 ou make it, and the\\nbest way is, do not oppose him; just let him have his way, and\\nthings will come out all right. I am sorry I did not know of\\nwhat was going on here for the last few years; otherwise I should\\nhave tried to help you, but it is not yet too late; it is not yet too\\nlate. will find a way by which we shall bring this boy gradually\\naround to his senses.\\nMrs. Mockatt.\\nBut you are such a busy man. We see you so seldom I dare\\nsay you are almost a stranger. As for your family, they have", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I. 13\\ncompletely forgotten that pay husband was, though only a step-\\nbrother to you, still your brother,\\nMf. Moelnci*.\\nI promise you I will come oftener now, and the girls, too, will\\ncome and see you.\\nMrs. Mockart,\\nThe girls are most welcome but I do wish that you would help\\nme,\\nMr. Moelncr.\\nI will I will. Come and see me some morning at my office and\\nwe will talk it over.\\n{Bell rings enter at left door Etta, a bright-appearing\\nblonde girl of sixteen^ daughter of Wrs Mockart.)\\nEtta.\\nStill here, Uncle?\\nMr. Moelncf.\\nI am just going.\\nEtta.\\nDon t forget your promise about the box of candy, and re-\\nmember to bring down Lucy and Lena, as you said.\\nBell rings aga in.)\\nMr. Moelncr.\\nWell, good-by, Freda. Have patience. I have taken the mat-\\nter in hand, and you know that whatever I take in hand I gener-\\nally carry through. You may expect the girls to-morrow.\\n(Mr. Moei^ner exits, middle door, follozved by Etta, Mrs.\\nMockart exits left door. Room remains empty for a\\nmoment.\\n{Reenter B,T i:A, followed by Mr. Lee.)\\n{Mr. Lee is a slendennan of literary appearance, walking\\nwith a slight stoop, and rvsaring clothes zuhich indicate\\na disregard for the dictates of fashion; he is apparently\\nabout fifty, and his hair is sprinkled zvith gray).\\nEtta.\\n{Calling at right door. Your friend, Mr. Lee is here.\\nRobert.\\n{Rushing in excitedly.) Hello, Mr. Lee. What news? What\\nnews", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "14 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I.\\nMn Lee.\\nI have just come from Prof. Powers, He has read your play,\\nand he may come to see you to-night.\\nRobert*\\nYes? Is he favorably impressed with it?\\nMr* Lee*\\nHe did not express his opinion. But from his actions I could\\njudge that he found something of value in it. Furthermore, he\\nsaid: Tell the doctor I will call and see him to-night to give him\\nmv opinion.\\nRobert*\\nThe professor, you say, may call here to-night?\\nMr. Lee*\\nYes, the professor, and he said it, in the presence of his wife\\nand daughter.\\nRobert.\\nAnd how did they like the play\\nMr. Lee.\\nI asked them, but they only smiled and said: The professor\\nwill tell the doctor all about it himself\\nRobert*\\nWhat did Miss Powers say\\nMr* Lee*\\nShe did not want to commit herself, but, like a clever woman,\\nshe let me into a secret, namely, that it was her intention to sug-\\ngest to her father that in case you should not succeed in finding a\\nmanager for your play, to give an evening at home and invite a\\nfew friends managers and prominent newspaper critics, and have\\nyou read it before them thus, perhaps, through the newspapers,\\nthe play may secure a partial but immediate recognition.\\nRobert.\\nThat is not like all clever women, but a good suggestion\\nfrom a z ery clever woman.\\nMr. Lee.\\nAh, oh, yes. [Chajigino^ his tone.) A very clever woman", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I. 15\\nindeed. {A pause. But Robert, your intonation leads me to\\nunderstand, that you meant to say, not only she is clever, but\\na beauty, an angel, a goddess.\\nRobert.\\nShe is one indeed A fair goddess.\\nMr. Lcc.\\nWhy, Robert, I am astonished. a changed tone.) You\\ndon t mean to say that you are in love.\\nRobert.\\nWhat nonsense, Mr. Lee What nonsense.\\nMr. Lee.\\nBut vou talk that w^av.\\nRobert.\\nNo, her presence simply inspires me. You told me j^ourself\\nthat every movement of hers expressed loveliness that her voice\\nsounded like the most harmonious music. I am not in love, but\\nslie is love itself, and truly, she is an ideal my ideal of a woman.\\nMr. Lee.\\nYes, she is fair and lovely, and a thousand times more than you\\nsay, but that is dangerous ground for you to tread upon. You must\\navoid such things for the present. You have something to ac-\\ncomplish to work at and success requires unceasing work.\\nRobert.\\nWJiy, Mr. Lee, the day I see her the most beautiful thoughts\\ncome to me, and that very day I do twice as much work.\\nMr. Lee.\\nI am beginning to regret that I introduced you to the professor.\\nYou don t intend to repay us for all our trouble by stealing his\\ndaughter\\nRobert.\\nNo, Mr. Lee I might be foolish, but I don t think that I am\\nungrateful.\\nMr. Lee.\\nPlease understand me, Robert I don t mean that you do not\\ndeserve the professor s daughter, but I fear for the success of your\\nfuture work.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "i6 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I.\\nRobert-\\n{Enip/iaiical/y. My life is my work, and my work is my life\\nMr* Lee*\\nThat I thought at one time myself. I will tell you something\\nthat occurred in my life that I never told any one before. During\\nmy 3 ounger years I undertook a literary work which I considered\\nwould be the work of my life. While I was engaged in this work,\\nI met a woman whom I considered the embodiment of my ideal.\\nI was infatuated, I was enchanted, I was inspired with her manner\\nand her presence her movements charmed me, her glance bewil-\\ndered me,;her voice delighted me. I thought I had met some one\\nwho would share the humble and simple life I intended to pass in\\nthis world but after a time my ideal began to fade and van-\\nished away. She belonged to a different world. To my despair\\nand disappointment my whole inspiration and courage for my\\nwork disappeared. You may call it superstition, but I tell you\\nthis because I fear lest you should meet the same fate.\\nRobert*\\nOh, no It is nothing but superstition on your part, Mr. Lee.\\nThat cannot and will not happen in my case.\\nMr* Lee.\\nAnd why not? Are you so different from other men\\nRobert*\\nNo, not that but I look at the meaning of the word ideal from\\na different standpoint than you. What is an ideal, I ask An\\nillusion, a conception of our imagination, that we see and give\\nlife to in our dreams and this creation of our fancy by some\\nchance suddenly and unexpectedly appears before our eyes in real\\nflesh and blood. Naturally we are enchanted when we meet as\\nwe think this real embodiment of the lovely vision of our imag-\\nination, and painfully disappointed and despairing when we find\\nthat it has shown itself only to fade and vanish away. {C/ia}i^(re of\\ntone. Did it ever happen to you, Mr. Lee, to wake up after a\\ndream that was full of beauty, delight and magnificence to find to\\n5 our disappointment that it was not reality, but only a vision of\\nyour sleep? Now, should you, because this dream is not real, give\\nway to disappointment and despair or, rather, sa}- to yourself", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE PI.AY WRIGHT, Act I. 17\\nIf I live and wait, I may yet realize this beautiful hope if I give\\nup to despair, I shall realize nothing. Now, see, Mr. Lee, you\\nwrecked your life for a disappointment.\\nMr* Lcc*\\nAh it is not so easy in life to conquer our disappointments, and\\na man is a very happy man who can do it.\\nRobert,\\nBy effort we can do more than we think. As long as I have\\nknown you, Mr. Lee, I have felt that some great disappointment\\nhas passed through your life. Would it not have been better if\\nyou had made the effort to forget your loss, and have tried to con-\\nquer a new field\\nMr* Lee*\\n{Regretfully.) It would have been better I often regretted\\nthat I did not try but now, it is too late, it is too late.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 My best\\nyears have passed, the spirit of my life has burnt out [hell rings\\nagain) I see you will be busy, I will go.\\nRobert*\\nWait a minute, wait a minute, we shall see first who it is.\\nMr* Lee*\\nCome down and see me in the library, you have not been there\\nfor some time there are some new and very interesting things\\nfor you. A new poetic drama by Hauptmann there is Rostand s\\nplay, a new play by Ibsen and Sudermann, and a new comedy by\\nMaeterlink.\\nRobert*\\nSo, so, Maeterlink has written a comedy, this is interesting.\\nMr. Lee*\\nBesides, it is very cleverly written too, and on different lines he\\nhas dropped the allegorical and followed more the realistic school.\\n{Enter Etta, centre door.\\nEtta*\\nRobert, your friends Dr. Mandel and Mr. Schaeffer are here.\\nMr. Lee*\\nWell, I ll better go.\\nRobert*\\nYou know them, you met my friends Dr. Mandel and Mr.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "i8 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I.\\nSchaeffer before don t you remember how you criticized them,\\nthat the one had more money than brains, and the other more\\neducation than common sense They both laugh.)\\nMr, Lee*\\nYes, yes, I remember.\\n{Enter Dr. Mandel and Mr. Schaeffer.)\\nDn MandcL\\nAh you are at home.\\nMr, Schaeffer,\\nWhat do you expect a man who aspires some day to be a\\nSardou a Sudermann or a Shakespeare, would be anything but\\nat home\\nDr, MandeL\\nRobert, we came here to take you out to dinner, and have an\\nimportant proposition to make to you.\\nMr, Lee,\\n[About to retire.) Perhaps it is private?\\nDr, Mandel,\\nNo Mr. Lee, there is nothing private. On the contrary, I am\\nglad that we found you here.\\nRobert,\\nMandel, I am sorry, I cannot go with you to dinner, although I\\nwould no doubt enjoy it, but would be happy to hear your pro-\\nposition\\nSchaeffer,\\nOh, no If you cannot go to dinner with us we will make no\\nproposition.\\nDr, Mandel,\\nNow be still be quiet. The proposition is mine, the invitation\\nto dinner is yours.\\nRobert,\\nSo It is Schaeffer s invitation to dinner. Schaeffer, you seem\\nvery anxious to blow in all the money your father left you.\\nSchaeffer,\\nYou see, I must make up for my father s economy, and there-\\nfore I practice di s-o^conomy.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I. 19\\nMr* Lee*\\nIt s a very good way of getting even with a foolish father.\\nRobert.\\nWhat is the proposition, Mandel\\nDr. MandeL\\nYou know, that a wave of political reform will pass over our\\ncity at this coming election, and the general committee of this\\nmovement has requested our district to send in some name that\\nwould be desirable to nominate for our assembly district.\\nRobert.\\nAnd you intend to propose my name Of course\\nSchaeffcr.\\nCertainly, and why not Even I, Schaeffer, indorse the plan\\nRobert.\\nI thank you for the honor you offer me, but the task I am at\\npresent engaged in, makes it impossible for me to accept.\\nSchaeffer.\\nHa Ha Ha He cannot accept Really, he cannot accept\\nHow do you expect a man who aspires to be some day a play-\\nwright, a dramatist, a poet, to stoop to political office No No\\nNo Why, Mandel, he may consider it an insult. The great\\nman he expects some day to be.\\nDr. Mandel.\\nRobert, it is not only a nomination, but this year it means sure\\nelection.\\nRobert.\\nIt makes no difference. First of all I am not a reformer, at\\nleast not a political reformer, and truly I don t care to enter such\\na career, I have outlined a work for my life, and it is the only one\\nI can devote myself to. Not to be partial, if I had any voice in\\nthe matter, I would suggest your name, Mandel.\\nSchaeffer.\\nIt is not a bad suggestion, Robert. Mandel could very well\\nuse the salarv, if not the office. He had two patients in his office", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "20 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I.\\nto-day. One brought him a bill the other wanted to sell him\\nsome books. They all lauo;h.\\nDn MandeL\\nTo Mr. Lee. What do you think, Mr. Lee Is he not wrong\\nin not accepting this offer? For this is an assured thing, while\\nthe success of his writings is only a possibility.\\nMr* Lcc*\\nA man cannot do two things at the same time and do them\\nright. In my opinion the success of his writings is not a possi-\\nbility but a certainty.\\nDr\u00c2\u00ab MandcL\\nA certainty? Indeed And here we laugh, joke and make fun\\nof him and his aspirations; and who can tell? Some morning we\\nmay wake up and find our friend Robert famous, renowned and\\nall the critics may sa}^ Last night a new play was produced by\\na new author, and those who say there is nothing new in dramatic\\nlife found out last night they were mistaken, for new blood and a\\nnew generation bring forth new ideas. It was original in imagin-\\nation and execution it was a success, a triumph and we are\\nhappy that such a young man was discovered, and most happy to\\nhelp him and to encourage him to future efforts.\\nMr. Lcc.\\n{Shaking RoberVs hand.) I hope, Robert, I may live to see\\nMandel s prophecy fulfilled\\nSchaeffer*\\nMandel s prophecy is rather too partial, gentlemen. The disap-\\npointment will be too great if the play should prove a failure. I\\nhope it will not be so but it is also possible that the papers may\\nsay: A new play was produced, and truly by a new man, but\\nwith old ideas and with other people s thoughts. No imagin-\\nation and no execution. We admit that the young man has some\\ntalent, but 5 per cent, of talent and 95 per cent, of water, makes\\nwater}^ talent, but no play. It was neither dramatic nor tragic,\\nbut a mixture of nonsense and talk. It was neither funny nor\\nfarcical, but a complete failure. The audience laughed where\\nthey should have wept, and wept where they should have\\nlaughed. It was a new play by a new man, but there was nothing\\nnew in the play, and surely nothing new in the man.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act 21\\nRobert,\\nYes, Schaeffer, you are right. It is more likely they will punish\\nme than praise me, for most of us prefer to give others pain rather\\nthan pleasure.\\nT t. MandeL\\nDon t mind what Schaeffer says, Robert he generally speaks\\nrubbish. Besides, the critics themselves sometimes say one thing,\\nand the people just the other, but, at any rate, we all hope to see\\nyour play produced. Won t it be a treat to hear the people\\napplaud, their interest, and their enthusiasm aroused. Why, even\\nnow I can hear them cry out: Author! Author! Speech!\\nSpeech And then flowers, roses thrown at you. Who\\nknows, who can tell. It is possible, yes probable, that even yet\\nwe may witness such a grand night.\\nSchaeffer*\\n[Laughing.) It is possible, but hardly probable. What foolish-\\nness can dwell in man s imagination, Mandel! However, if our\\nimaginations were as disappointing as our realizations, there\\nwould be mighty little happiness left for us. So, Mandel, I enjoy\\nthe success you predict for Robert, even though Robert himself\\nwould be satisfied with less than flowers and roses, and would be\\nhappy if they threw nothing else at him. As for applause, they\\nmay flatter him, they may cry out Author Author But\\nspeech, no, no Speech, no, no\\nMr, Lee,\\nDo not flatter yourself, Mr. Schaeffer, you will never be honored\\nby the flattery of applause or by shouts to speak.\\nRobert,\\nDon t take it seriously, Mr. Lee, you know he is only joking.\\nSchaeffer,\\nA joke oftentimes becomes a reality.\\nDr Mandel,\\nNever mind In spite of everything, Robert will yet be pointed\\nout: There goes a clever man he struggled, suffered, but he\\nwon. Bravo Bravo That is a man and a writer", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "22 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad I.\\nSchaeffer.\\nO, yes He is a writer. But he wiites something that is beyond\\nhis powers, and no one can understand him, except himself. He\\nis ambitious. We admire his courage, but, after all, he is only a\\nfool.\\nDr. MandeL\\nCome, now, we have wasted too much time. Mr. Lee, Robert,\\ncome with us to dinner, and we will discuss the matter further.\\nRobert.\\nReally, I cannot go, but take Mr. Lee with you.\\nMr. Lee*\\nI will go with them in order that you may get rid of them.\\nSchaeffer.\\nNow, come, Robert, 5^ou must come along.\\nRobert.\\nI would be only too glad to go, but I expect somebody,\\nSchaeffer.\\nHa ha He expects somebody. Really, did you ever hear of\\nsuch a thing A poet actually expecting somebody. What is it\\na he or a she\\nRobert.\\nA he.\\nSchaeffer.\\nImportant\\nRobert.\\nVery.\\nMandel.\\nAbout your play\\nRobert.\\nYes.\\nMandel.\\nCome, let us go, Mr. Lee. And you, Schaeffer.\\nSchaeffer.\\nSo, really you cannot go You cannot go because you will not\\ngo, and you will not go because you cannot go. How is that for\\ndialogue, old chap You might use it in one of your plays", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I. 23\\nIsn t that brilliant? Ha! ha! Who can tell? Some day, some\\nday. We are going going-gone Ha! ha! Come, Mandel,\\ncome, Mr. Lee.\\n(Mrs. Mockart (f;// ^;-5 left door, unnoticed by the others,\\nand remains standing by the door.)\\nDr. MandeU\\nCome, Mr. Lee.\\nDr. Mandel and Schaef fcf\u00c2\u00ab\\nTogether at door. Good-by Good afternoon Good even-\\ning 1 Who can tell Some day we may see we may hear of\\nyour popularity. Fame flowers roses applause success\\nspeech or speech not. Ha ha ha\\nMf\u00c2\u00bb Lcc*\\nYou are two fools and some day you will be two idiots.\\nSchacffer^\\n{Surprised.) What? Yes, yes; you re right. Ha! ha I\\nSome day.\\niSCHAEFFER, Mandei. a7id Lke cxit centre door.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n{After a long silence.) Was I not right when I told you that\\nyour own friends laughed at you and your foolish work\\nRobert-\\n{Laughing it off.) Ah, they re only joking.\\nMrs* Mockart*\\nTheir jokes were too funny to be jokes.\\nRobert.\\nYou don t know them, mother they were only making fun.\\nBesides, what do I care what they say? They don t know any-\\nthing about such things, and don t amount to much when they\\nwant to judge me as a writer. The man who does know did not\\nlaugh.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nYou mean Mr. Lee, of course\\nRobert.\\nYes, certainly. He kno7us.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "24 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad I.\\nMrs* Mockart*\\nYes, he knows. But you call Mr. Lee a man Why, he hasn t\\neven a pair of shoes.\\nRobert\\nThat makes no difference. But he knows he can judge.\\nMrs. Mockart\\nOf course, he knows. But see what his knowledge brought him\\nto. He was so fond of his companionable books that he fell\\nasleep among them, and I fear that the same thing will happen to\\nyou, that you will dream and dream and live in your illusionary\\nworld, till finally 3^ou wake up some morning and find your best\\nyears gone.\\nRobert,\\nOh, well, you fear a good many things, and, strange to say, you\\nalways associate me with failure; never with success. You never\\nsee anything good in me only my faults and failures.\\nMrs, Mockart.\\n{Sarcastically. You mean I must not class you with Mr. Lee,\\nfor you not only take in the knowledge of others, but you are an\\ninventor a creator of neiu ideas, as you put it.\\n{Bell is heard ringing, Etta enters left door, out of breath.)\\nEtta.\\nMother, there is a carriage at the door\\nMrs, Mockart.\\n{Surprised.) A carriage?\\nRobert,\\nTurns on all the lights.) It must be the professor.\\nEtta*\\nNo, I saw from the window. There are two ladies.\\nRobert.\\n{To Etta. Two ladies No one else?\\nEtta,\\nThat s all I have seen.\\n{Bell rings again.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I. 25\\nRobert.\\nWhy don t you open the door, Etta\\n(Etta, confused, runs first to left door, tJien to rigiit, and\\nfinally exits ceiitre door.)\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nWho can it be? Is it possible Uncle Moelner has returned\\nwith his family\\nRobert.\\nIt is more likely that it is the Professor with his wife and\\ndaughter.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n{In surprise.) The Professor! His wife and daughter! To\\nsee you\\nRobert.\\nYes, to see me. The professor has read my play and they have\\nall come along to let me know their opinion.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n{Sai casticallv.) A good excuse a fine idea. Clever ver}^\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0clever indeed.\\n{E.rits left door.)\\nMrs. Powers and Daughter enter at centre door. Mrs.\\nPowers is sliort, stout and middle aged, tiair is sprinlzled\\nluitti gray, Jias regular features and refined bearing.\\nMiss Powers is rattier tall, of fine erect figure, oval\\nface, blond and about tiventy-two or ttiree.)\\nMrs. Powers.\\n{Offering tier tiands.) How do you do, Doctor?\\nRobert.\\nV^ry well indeed, thank you.\\nMiss Powers.\\nHow are you, Doctor Mockart\\n{Ttiey sfiatae tiands in a very friendly manner.)\\nRobert.\\nI am quite well. {Pointing to ctiairs.) Won t you be seated?\\n{Tliey ta1:e seats.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "26 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad I.\\nRobert.\\nIs the Professor coming\\nMfs. Powers.\\nNo.\\nRobert.\\n{Disappointed. No? He is coming later?\\nMrs. Powers.\\nNo, I am sorry to say. A special meeting of the trustees of the\\ncollege was called, and he was obliged to attend but as he pro-\\nmised to call on you to-night and give you his opinion of your\\nplay, he has sent us instead.\\nRobert.\\nAnd I am impatiently waiting to hear his verdict.\\nMrs. Powers.\\nIt is more than favorable.\\nRobert*\\n{Hopefully.) Yes?\\nMrs. Powers.\\nThe Professor followed your play with great interest from scene\\nto scene from act to act, while Emily was reading it to him.\\n(Robert turns ivith a smile of delight to MisS Powers.\\nMiss Powers.\\nIt gave me as much pleasure to read it, as papa to listen.\\nMrs. Powers.\\nHe was unrestrained in the expression of his admiration for\\nthe play.\\nRobert.\\nOverjoyed. Indeed\\nMiss Powers.\\nHe praised the originality of the idea the skill of execution,\\nthe cleverness of the dialogue. In short, he predicted for the\\nauthor a great future.\\nRobert.\\n{Aside. In ecstacy.) This is the first ray of light, the first\\nencouragement after manj- a day of gloom and despair this is\\nbalm on my wounded feelings, inflicted by ignorance and avarice.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act 27\\nTo Mrs. Powers.) This encouragement is unexpected it is\\nas welcome as it is valuable.\\nMiss Powers,\\nWe all firmly believe in your ultimate success, and I am con-\\nvinced that possible reverses at the beginning will onl}- serve to\\nstrengthen your perseverance, and will not in the least affect your\\niron will and indomitable courage.\\nRobert,\\nYes, indeed, if five of my plays were total failures one after the\\nother, that would not in the least discourage me to continue writ-\\ning the sixth, twelfth and even the thirteenth, if necessary.\\nMiss Powers,\\nWe hope that will not be the case. You know, Doctor, mana-\\ngers are generally very superstitious, and I doubt whether if a man\\nwrote twelve failures, they w^ould care to try the thirteenth.\\nRobert.\\nI am not a genius, Mrs. Powers, but the more I write I think\\nthe better I write and if I keep at it, the managers will be forced\\nsome day to listen to me, to recognize me.\\nMiss Powers,\\nI have always been wondering how one mind can be productive\\nof so many different ideas. Where do you get the material for so\\nmany plays\\nRobert,\\nThey come naturally, of themselves. I read or hear of a simple\\nincident which impresses me this impression in time begins to\\ndevelope into ideas in my imagination, characters spring up of\\nthemselves, a plot begins to form and all this finally shapes itself\\ninto a drama.\\nMiss Powers.\\nA mere incident\\nRobert.\\nWhy, a mere sentence The p ay which I have submitted to\\nthe Professor had its origin from a few head lines that I saw in a\\nnewspaper. I read: innocent man condemned. This\\nsimple sentence brought a picture before my eyes. I could see a\\nman with a bended head, on his knees, with the earth below him", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "28 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I.\\nand the sky above him I could hear him weeping and crying out\\nI am innocent! I am innocent! in a tone that was so sad\\nthat it was heard in every corner of the world. The central oppos-\\ning forces of the play were conceived when I read that this man s\\ncondemnation was brought about by the fraud, forgery and false-\\nhood of his own military comrades and teachers.\\nMrs* Powers.\\nYou built your drama then on the mere facts you read\\nRobert.\\nYes, but the facts are only the model for my canvas, the work-\\nmanship is the invention of my own imagination. For example,\\nin one of his trial scenes, the accused sees and feels that no matter\\nwhat evidence is brought before his judges, their minds are made\\nup to condemn him that they laugh at his patriotism and since-\\nrity, and call them mere schemes and shamming. In an outburst\\nof passion that thrilled even the atmosphere of the court room,\\nhe cried out: Gentlemen, I am a soldier, if you doubt my\\nsincerity and patriotism as such, put me to the test. Send me for\\nthe benefit of my country on an errand where there is sure and\\ncertain death, and see if I will not cheerfully give my life if my\\ncountry demands it. I want to die as a soldier and not be execu-\\nted as a traitor But to all his appeals they said it was mere\\nargument, not facts and condemned him. All these things be-\\ngan and developed from a few suggestive sentences that I read in\\na newspaper.\\nMiss Powers*\\nWonderful And you say that you have never had any stage\\nexperience.\\nRobert-\\nNever.\\nMrs. Powers.\\nIt is a natural gift, that cannot be learned on the stag^e or behind\\nthe curtain. It is born with the man.\\nMiss Powers.\\nOh What a pity it would be if you should fail in getting\\nrecognition.\\nRobert.\\nI shall not fail.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act I. 29\\nMrs. Powers.\\nNow, let us come back to our original conversation. The Pro-\\nfessor s idea is that before you give a manager your play to read,\\nhe will invite a few critics, some managers, a few literary men\\nand some personal friends, to our usual at home, and have you\\nread the play to them, and possibU your work may interest some\\nmanager present and so lead to its production.\\nRobert.\\nYes the Professor is right. To ask a manager to read a play\\nby an unknown writer is an invitation to torture.\\nMrs. Powers.\\nSo you agree to this proposition\\nRobert.\\nI agree to anything that the Professor suggests.\\nMrs. Powers.\\nThen let us hope that the plan will prove a success.\\nMrs. and Miss Powers.\\nTogether.) Yes, let us hope.\\nMrs. Powers.\\n{Aside, to her daughter.) Emily, it is late.\\nMiss Powers.\\nYes, Mamma. {They bid Robert ^ood-night and go to the cen-\\ntre door. Mrs. Powers passes out, but Miss Powers remains\\ninside after her mother has g07ie. Cordially shaking hands agaifi\\nivith Robert.) Good-night, and I hope to see you soon again.\\nThis will remain a memorable evening, for an important step has\\nbeen decided upon that may be decisive of your future, and I feel\\nhappy that I have been in a way though insignificant instru-\\nmental in bringing about this result.\\nRobert.\\na tone of exultation.) My future is now assured, for no\\nmore shall I feel that I am alone. Heretofore I was like a child\\nin a crowd, who, full of anxiety, is looking for a lost parent.\\nTortured by fear she watches every passer-by, only to be racked", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "30 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act\\nwith disappointment. At last the parent suddenly appears. A\\nglance, a look, and all again is joy and happiness. So I have\\nfound the parent; in the relentless, merciless crowd the Professor s\\nkind sympathy and interest shall henceforth be my anchor of hope\\nhis judgment my guiding star on the long road that is still\\nbefore me. Forward now, with renewed zeal and vigor, I must\\nsurely in the end reach the goal of my ambition.\\nMiss Powers.\\nYes I have often dreamt of the possibilities of your future, of\\nthat one night s success that will turn all your anxiety into joy\\nand will bring peace to your soul and happiness to your mind.\\nYour name will be on everybody s lips your fame will spread like\\nwildfire and the applause of the multitude will re-echo in the\\nheart that will rejoice over your achievements. May that moment\\nbe near for you for us. [Shakes his hand again. Good-night.\\n[Exits centre door.\\nEND OF THE FIRST ACT,", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad II. 31\\nACT SECOND.\\nReception room in Professor Powers New York house. Room\\nis tastefully furjiished and brightly illuminated. In the back\\nof the room, two large book cases. Folding doors on the left,\\nopening into a further room. On the right side hangs a paint-\\ning of the Professor, also a companion picture of his daughter\\nwhen very young. Another door on the right. In right back\\ncorner, a large table zuith punch-bozul, glasses, refreshments,\\netc. In the left back corner, a piano. As the curtain rises,\\nfirst loud laughter, then applause is heard, Wilwam a7id\\nHannah, tzvo servants of Professor Powers are seen peep-\\ning in on the left.\\nWilliam*\\n{Pointing with finger. Hannah who is that man with the\\nlong hair, sitting in the right hand corner?\\nHannah*\\nWhy that is the great critic Webster.\\nWilliam*\\nHe looks as if he needed a haircut. Who is that tall slim man\\nsitting near him\\nHannah.\\nThat is the great German critic, Phillips.\\nWilliam*\\nHe looks as if he had had nothing to eat for a year and was\\ndying of starvation.\\nHannah*\\nWilliam, see how attentive Miss Emily is to the reader. She is\\nswallowing every word he says.\\nWilliam*\\nYes I heard the Professor remark at dinner to-day What a", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "32 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act IL\\nfine young fellow Dr. Mockart is. He ll be heard of some day.\\nWhat is he reading A play his own play\\nHannah.\\nOf course, his own play. It cannot be somebody else s play.\\nWilliam*\\nThat he reads it, does not show it is his own.\\nHannah.\\nMind your own business.\\n{Applause is heard, coming from the room to the left,\\nW11.1.IAM applauds.)\\nHannah*\\nWilliam what are you doing, William\\nWilliam*\\nApplauding. I am supposed to be an usher and ushers must\\nalways applaud that s what they are in a theatre for.\\nHannah*\\nHush Hu-sh-sh Mrs. Powers is coming. {Runs over to table\\nand begins to straighten and arrange glasses.) William be quick\\nthey are coming.\\n{Laud laughter\u00e2\u0080\u0094 prolonged applause and cries of Good\\ngood heard from the adjoining room.)\\n{Enter f om left Webster, Phii,t^ips, Dean and Beemont)\\n(Webster is short and stout, ivith long zvhite hair and\\nbeard.\\n(Phieeips is a tall slim man, ivith bald head and luhat hair\\nremains is quite long.)\\n(Dean short, about thirty-five, slightly bald, ivith a limp,\\nivears eyeglasses.)\\n(Beemont is smooth-faced, except the moustache hair\\nsprinkled zvith gray.)\\n(Phieeips enters with WEBSTER, the others following.)\\nPhillips.\\n{As he enters, nodding his head.) What do you think of the\\nplay, Webster?", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE PI.AYWRIGHT, Act II. 33\\nWebster*\\nIt is very clever. Of course there are a good many things for\\nthe young man yet to learn, but as a whole it is pretty good\\nvery good for a beginner.\\nPhillips.\\nIt is a question if Tom, Dick and Harry will like such a play.\\nWebster.\\nFor that I care very little. I like it. There is something novel\\nabout it that refreshes the mind.\\nDean.\\nThere is something that this young man has brought out that I\\nhave never seen in any other American play. In it he has amal-\\ngamated our foreign and native elements into one substance\\nand shown us as a nation.\\nWebster.\\nAnd how neatly he has done it and yet so naturall3\\\\\\nPhillips.\\nYes it is clever, neat and natural but you can see that it is\\nwritten by the hand of a novice.\\nBelmont.\\nYes, and a novice who has only combined plays he has seen,\\ninto his own drama.\\nPhillips.\\nTo Belmont.) Belmont, who is this Mockart, anyway What\\nis he I never heard of him before.\\nBelmont.\\n{S/irugs stioulders. Oh, some young physician, who from lack\\nof patients and patience took, I suppose to play w^riting.\\nDean.\\nBelmont there you are very much mistaken. This young man\\nhas not just taken a notion to write a play, but it has cost him\\na great many years of conscientious work, and it is not lack of\\nprofessional practice, but his great love of the drama which led\\nhim to write and that will surely give him success.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "34 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act II.\\nWebster.\\nNow, gentlemen, it makes no difference who he is what he is\\nor where he comes from. We must not consider whether he\\nhas virtues or vices, but only judge him as a writer, and as such\\nhe deserves a hearing and encouragement.\\nBelmont.\\nBut still, I would not care to take the responsibility of advising\\na manager to produce this play,\\nWebster.\\n{Sarcastically.) Don t fear, Belmont. The manager would not\\ntake your advice anyway.\\n(Prof. Powers, a good-natured looking man, about 55\\nyears of age, luith gray side whistlers, tall and well\\nbuilt, and zvitti an elastic, energetic ivatlz, enters at the\\nleft door.\\nProf. Powers.\\nWell, gentlemen, what do you think of the play?\\nPhillips.\\n{Shrugging.) It s pretty good, but it might be better.\\nWebster.\\nI think it is very good.\\nDean.\\nYes, and original.\\nBelmont.\\nThere is nothing new in it.\\nProf. Powers.\\nHowever that may be, you must admit that it is written in a\\nnovel way, and, besides, it deals with healthy matter. He hasn t\\ntaken as a subject a woman with a past or a man with a future\\nand the characters he describes are not so good that they could be\\nfound only in heaven, or so bad that they could exist only in hell\\n{pointing doiunward) but they are human, and we meet them\\nevery day in flesh and blood and only a man with great love for\\nhis f ellowmen could describe such characters. Mr. Lee enters,\\nleft. Mr. L,ee, some of the gentlemen think that Mockart s play\\nis not original.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act IL 35\\nMr. Lee.\\nNo no I have seen the way that the writer worked up this\\nplay step by step, and not only that, I know how the subject of\\nthe work suggested itself to him. One night we went together to\\nsee a German play which dealt with the struggles of an unknown\\ncomposer, and he thought that it would be a good scheme to\\ndescribe his own struggles as a dramatist.\\n(Enter Robert, and Mr. Fui^Ton, a theatrical manager.\\n(^Mr. Fui^Ton is a tall, slim man zuith beard and bald head,\\nabout forty years of age, and of refined appearance, and\\nwalks with erect carriage as they enter at left door, the\\ncritics walk over to them and congratulate Robert.\\nPhillips*\\n{With enthusiasm.) I congratulate you, Mr. Mockart. {Very\\nsuavely.) I hope that it will not be long before I may have the\\npleasure of seeing your play from an orchestra chair.\\nRobert*\\nThank You.\\n(Phii,i,ips joins Mr. FuIvTon on the right, and the other\\ncritics form a group around Robert in the centre.\\nMr. Fulton*\\nTo Phillips. I think this a work that will take, and with\\nproper management, it will be a money-maker. Of course you\\ncannot tell. Most of the successes that came under my hands I\\ndid not think much of as manuscripts, and some of the manu-\\nscripts that I was enthusiastic over and had the greatest confidence\\nin proved utter failures.\\nPhillips*\\nThe play reads well, but, as you said, a good one may read\\nbadly and a bad one may read well from reading alone you can-\\nnot tell.\\nMr* Fulton*\\nAnd from playing you cannot tell. It depends upon the tem-\\nperament {jocularly), temperature and taste of the public.\\nWebster*\\nNo no. It is all right, even from a financial standpoint. It is", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "36 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act II.\\nwritten in an enthusiastic manner, and he has unconsciously\\nshown that he already knows the tricks of the trade.\\n(Webster, Robert, the Manager and Phii.ijps y^/;/ the\\ngroup in the centi e.\\nWebster.\\nHave you any particular method of working, Mr. Mockart\\nRobert.\\nNo. I sometimes carry the material for a play for years, and\\nthe best ideas will suggest themselves to me just in a moment.\\nAt other times takes weeks and months. The characters that I\\nhave portrayed in this play their manner and behavior were\\nsuggested to me by an At Home to which I was invited. I met\\nthere the principal characters I describe.\\n(Mrs. Powers and her daughter enter, followed by guests.)\\nMrs* Powers*\\nGentlemen, won t you have some punch?\\n{^As the servants serve the lunch, the lady visitors surround\\nMr. Mockart congratulating him.\\nFirst Lady.\\nIt was delightful.\\nSecond Lady.\\nIt was just lovel} I am longing to see it played.\\nThird Lady.\\nIt was charming.\\nFourth Lady.\\nReally, your play was most enjoyable, Mr. Mockart.\\nMiss Powers.\\n{Aside, to her another.) Wasn t it grand Is nt he talented?\\nHis reading is just as fine as his writing.\\nMrs. Powers.\\nYes, dear he is undoubtedly a gifted man.\\nMiss Powers.\\nMight we not now, before the people start to leave, ask Mr.\\nMills to sing my song and Mrs. Janeux to accompany him.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad IL 37\\nMrs* Powers.\\nCertainly. Zb Mr. Mills Mr. Mills won t 5 ou favor us?\\nTo Mrs. Janeux. Mrs. Janeux, I know, will accompany you.\\n(Mr. Mills and Mrs. Janeux go to the piano.) Friends, Mr.\\nMills is going to sing a modest effort of my daughter s, in honor\\nof the Play wright, entitled Success, and Mrs. Janeux has\\nkindly consented to accompany him.\\n{Guests applaud. After the music the guests applaud, and\\nthey all rise and begin leaving. As they pass out a\\nDowager says to Robert\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDowager*\\nNow, Mr. Mockart, don t forget. I expect you at my At Home\\nnext Tuesday, and you will meet there people from our oldest and\\nconfiding tone) wealthiest families.\\nRobert*\\nDelighted, lam sure. (Laughingly.) But, you know, I pos-\\nsess neither blue blood, nor red millions.\\nDowa\u00c2\u00a7fcr*\\nThat makes no difference. You will be all the more welcome.\\nA Lady*\\n[To Robert. And don t fail, Mr. Mockart, to honor us with\\nyour presence at our Tea next Wednesday.\\nRobert*\\nI shall be present circumstances permitting although I am\\nnot much of a tea-drinker.\\nLady*\\nDon t mind the tea. There will be more time given to gossip\\nthan tea.\\nExeunt guests, followed by Miss Powers, right door. The\\ncritics also prepare to leave as they do so, IVIrs.\\nPowers says to the professor, aside.\\nMrs* Powers*\\nTo Prof. Powers Mr. Fulton appears to be interested in\\nthe play Why not take him and Mr. Lee into the dining-room", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "38 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act II.\\nand I will serve a little lunch, and then you can talk it over\\nprivately.\\nRobert.\\nTo the critics, as tlicy go out. Gentlemen I bid you all\\ngood night. Whenever you speak of my play, speak of it as it is.\\nI shall try next time to do better. You will overlook my anxiety,\\nfor you know better than anyone else how much labor there is in\\nsuch a work as this, and you will pardon me, I am sure, for hoping\\nyou may {laugtii?ig) Let me down easy as the politicians\\nsay {All langti.)\\nCritics*\\n{All. Good night. {Exeunt right door.\\nProfessor Powers, Mr Fui.ton a)id Mr. Lee exeunt left\\ndoor followed by Mrs. Powers. As they do so Mock-\\nart finding himself alone, goes over and stands look-\\ning at Miss Powers portrait. Miss Powers re-enters\\nright door.\\nMiss Powers.\\nWould you recognize me in that picture\\nRobert.\\n{Nodding.) Hum-um. Yes, that is just why I am looking\\nat it.\\nMiss Powers.\\nIt was a present from my aunt on my tenth birthday.\\nRobert.\\nIt bears a strong resemblance.\\nMiss Powers.\\nDo you think so? {A moment of silence.) But to change the\\nsubject, Doctor from the enthusiastic good night that the critics\\nbade me at the door, I am certain they feel favorably disposed\\ntoward you.\\nRobert.\\nIt matters not, Miss Powers. Their praise will not spoil me,\\nany more than their condemnation will discourage me whether I\\nhave succeeded or failed to-night, the appreciation of yourself and\\nyour father is sufficient reward.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act II.\\n39\\nMiss Powers*\\nNow, it occurred to me of course, I don t know, and it ma}- be\\nthat I am wrong but, the most essential thing in modem plays is\\nlove is it not? [Laughingly. Of course, perhaps you may not\\nbelieve in it, but it seems to me that you have not made it a suf-\\nficiently prominent factor in your play.\\nRobert*\\nWhy, Miss Powers. I tried to infuse love not only into my play\\nbut into every sentence for that which is without love, man\\ndislikes neither can the world exist without it but it all depends\\nupon what you mean by love. There is the love to do right love\\nfor your fellow-men love for companionship and love for love s\\nsake.\\nMiss Powers*\\nYes, there are a thousand different kinds of love, I suppose\\nbut what I mean is true love.\\nRobert*\\nTrue love There must be truth in every love otherwise, it is\\nnot love. But perhaps what you mean by true love, is the love\\nbetween man and woman.\\nMiss Powers*\\n(Quickly. Then you believe in that\\nRobert*\\nAnd why not\\nMiss Powers*\\nI thought poets are so different from other men.\\nRobert*\\nBut they are men and man is man all the time and every time.\\nMiss Powers*\\n{Laughingly^ So then you believe in love.\\nRobert*\\nYes. In the full sense of the word, I do. But that is only the\\ngreat love of companionship and for love s sake and since I\\nhave known you, I begin to believe that the greatest love in the\\nworld is that particular kind of love.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "40 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act 11.\\nMiss Powers*\\nYes?\\nRobert-\\nYes, my love for you.\\nMiss Powers*\\n{Blushing.) For me?\\nRobert*\\nFor you\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the guardian angel of my hope and ambition for\\nyou, whose noble and pure heart has ever inspired me with\\ncourage, enthusiasm and faith in the work that I have undertaken\\n{cai essiugly) For you and You alone.\\nMiss Powers*\\n{Feelingly. Who would not glory in the possession of your\\nnoble heart who could withstand the charm of your intellect\\nthe influence of your powerful mind the beauty of your ideals\\nbut, no, no, you must not think of that that would be premature,\\nRobert*\\nWhy?\\nMiss Powers*\\nWhy Because I am afraid it may interfere with your life s\\nambition.\\nRoberta\\nThere is no higher ambition for me than to be loved by you.\\nMiss Powers.\\nThat is just what I feared. All 3 our zeal and energy and de-\\nvotion ought to be directed towards your art.\\nRobert*\\nAs a playwright, I can devote all my energy to writing, but as a\\nman I devote all my heart to you and your love will only serve\\nto inspire me with all the more energy in my undertaking.\\nMiss Powers*\\nThen you think that my love will encourage you?\\nRobert*\\nYour very presence inspires me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and your love will be the\\nguiding light on my road to siiccej^s.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act II. 41\\nMiss Powers.\\nThen I shall no more try to resist the impulse of my heart which\\nhas belonged to you from the moment I met you. You have my\\nheart my love my life,\\nRobert.\\n{Embracing her.) Without you, my life would be empty and\\nbarren. Your love will add lustre to my dreams, light to my life\\nand value to my achievements.\\nMiss Powers.\\nHush Father is coming.\\n77?.? ProfeSvSOR Mr. Fui.1 on\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ^7/(7 Mr. Lke enter left\\ndoor.)\\nMr. Fulton.\\n{As they walfi in.) Of course I cannot give a definite answer\\nnow, but I will take the manuscript home with me to read it over\\ncarefully. The matter needs consideration. I am impressed with\\nthe play, but it will be a very expensive production and will\\nrequire the best talent I can get. Otherwise a play like that would\\nbe a failure; it reaches the better class of people, and they want\\nthe best.\\nProf. Powers.\\nYes, read it over slowly and carefully and consider it.\\nMr. Lee.\\nI would advise you Mr. Fulton to read the play twice.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nPeople don t go to see a play twice. If they don t like it the\\nfirst time, they never will like it.\\nMn Lee.\\nSome of the greatest successes have proved failures at first.\\nMr. Fulton\\nThose are but rare exceptions to the rule\\nMiss Powers.\\n{Aside, to the Professor.) See that Robert does not go\\nyet, papa.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "42 THE PLAYWRICzHT, Act II.\\nMr. Fulton*\\n{To MOCKART.) Mr. Mockart, I shall take the manuscript of\\nyour play with me and shall read it over, and in due time I shall\\ncall upon you and give you my definite answer.\\nRobert.\\nI hope that the decision will be in my favor.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nWell, we ll see. Good-night, gentlemen.\\nMr. Lee.\\nTo Mr. Fulton. Wait I ll be along with you.\\nProf. Powers.\\nDon t be in a hurry, Mr. Lee. I want you to talk it over with\\nthe Doctor and me alone.\\n(Mr. FUI.TON bows and goes out right door.)\\nProf. Powers.\\nCome Doctor.\\nRobert.\\nIsn t it rather late, Professor?\\nProf. Powers.\\nThat s all right. Come come.\\nThe Professor, Robert a7id Mr. Lee go out, left door.\\nMiss Powers seeing others go\u00e2\u0080\u0094 runs to right door and\\ncalls Mr. Fui^Ton hack.)\\nMiss Powers.\\nMr. Fulton Mr. Fulton. (Mr. FuIvTON ir-enters right door\\n2uith his coat on his ann.) Well, what are you going to do with\\nit, Mr. Fulton\\nMr. Fulton.\\n{^Stirprised. It is my coat why I am going to put it on.\\nMiss Powers.\\n{Disappointedly.) Oh, I meant\u00e2\u0080\u0094 What are you going to do\\nabout the/ /rt j", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act II. 43\\nMr. Fulton*\\nI beg your pardon I thought you meant what was I going to\\ndo with the coat.\\nMiss Powers.\\nOh, no. I am anxious to know if you are going to produce the\\nplay\\nMr* Fulton*\\nI told your father I wanted to consider it. I want to read it\\nover quietly, alone.\\nMiss Powers*\\nYes, that is all right, but are you going to read it over with the\\nintention of producing it, even if you do like it?\\nMr* Fulton*\\nI don t know. I shall see.\\nMiss Powers*\\nMr. Fulton, from your manner in speaking to my father, I\\ninferred that you might read the manuscript, but even if you do\\nlike it you may not produce it.\\nMr* Fulton*\\nThat is true. It is an expensive production, and requires so\\nmany characters, it is a question if it will pay.\\nMiss Powers*\\nSo I see It is a question of money not whether the play\\nis good or bad.\\nMr. Fulton*\\nNo if the play is good, money is no object, for a good play\\nbrings big returns.\\nMiss Powers*\\nBut, you heard the critics say it was clever, and they were\\nenthusiastic over it. Everybody says it is good and some say it\\nis great.\\nMr* Fulton.\\n{Laughing sarcastically.) Yes, the critics the} can write\\ntalk and give advice but just ask them to put up the cash and\\nsee if they will not think it over twice.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "44 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act II.\\nMiss Powers.\\nSo, the whole question is money money.\\nMr* Fulton.\\nNo, Miss Powers, you don t understand. A written play is like\\nan inventor s model. It appears original and good, and you think\\nit will take, but you cannot tell whether the invention is of any\\npractical value until you have made a working test before the\\npeople, for they are the ones who are going to pay for it and make\\npractical use of it. Now, a play is like an invention the manu-\\nscript is the model to put the invention to a practical test we\\nmust put the play before the public, for they are the real judges\\nand to make such an experiment is, naturally, a question of con-\\nsiderable expense.\\nMiss Powers.\\nSo, I see. You mean if some one would stand the expense you\\nwould make the practical test and produce the play.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nNot exactly that, but it is more likely that the play would be\\nproduced.\\nMiss Powers.\\n{Musingly. I have a proposition I should like to make to you.\\nNow, you seem to be impressed with Mr. Mockart s manuscript,\\nbut as I understand you are not ready to take the risk of produc-\\ning the play. Well? I have a little money of my own, and if\\nyou promise me that the matter will only be between us two, I\\nwill stand the expense of the production.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nOf course, it is not necessary to mention that I shall regard the\\nmatter as strictly confidential.\\nMiss Powers.\\nNow, then, Mr. Fulton, it is settled that the play will be pro-\\nduced\\nMr. Fulton.\\nNo, I don t say that yet, for I must read it and think it over.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act II. 4^\\nMiss Powers*\\nRead it over, and look for all the good points in it {growing\\nintensely earnest) for (Miss PowKRS i-uns to left door and looks\\noff to see if anyone can overhear them, then quickly returns to\\nFui^TON, and in a suppj^essed but very emphatic voice says:) the\\nplay must be produced.\\nMr. Fulton*\\nThen it shall be produced.\\n(Miss Powkrs quickly offers her hand to Fui^Ton in expres-\\nsion of gi atitude.)\\nEND OF SECOND ACT.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "46 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad III.\\nACT THIRD.\\nThe scene represents a front room at Dr. Mockart s house, open-\\ning through folding doors ifito a back parlor. The room is\\nneatly but not expensively ftirnished. There is a door on the\\nleft, also 07ie on the right on the left there is a mantel and a\\npa7dor stove brightly burning In the upper left hand corner\\nthere is a large old-fashioned book-case containing a large num-\\nber of books, manuscripts and clippings. Tozvards the right a\\nsofa, in centime a table, chairs, etc.\\nAs the curtain rises, Mrs. Mockart and Mr. MobIvNKR are seen\\n171 earnest conversation at left front at the right, on sofa, the\\ntwo daughters of Mr. Moei^ner are sittiiig opposite them\\nDr. MandeIv and Mr. Schaeffer occupy chairs the young\\nladies are both well dressed, and dressed alike they are brun-\\nettes, with round faces, black hair and eyes, and ni7ieteen and\\ntiventy-tzvo years respectively, and resemble each other strongly.\\nEtta,\\n{Entering left door.) Mama, I cannot find Robert. He must\\nhave gone out.\\nMrs. Mockart,\\nSee if he is in his room.\\nEtta,\\nNo, he is not there.\\nSchacffer.\\n{To Miss Lucy Moki^ner.) That is a nice way to entertain\\nfriends When they come he goes out.\\nMiss Moelncf\\nIt is the eccentricity of genius.\\nSchaeffet,\\nI call it the eccentricity of bad manners.\\nMiss Moelner.\\n{Slightly surprised.) Oh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Mr. vSchaeifer, you have evidently\\nforgotten that Robert is my cousin.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III. 47\\nSchaeffcr*\\nOh, I beg your pardon, Miss Moelner. He is your cousin, but\\nthat does not imply that he is a genius.\\nMiss Moelnen\\nWell, that is what the papers say about him.\\nSchaeffcf*\\nOh, the papers They call him a genius, to-day, but to-morrow\\nthey may say he is a fool.\\nMiss Moelner,\\nAt any rate, he is talented. He has accomplished something\\nthat not everybody can do, and under such circumstances that he\\ndeserves great credit.\\nSchaeffer,\\nWhat he has accomplished an3 body can accomplish. It is\\nonly a question of time and perseverance, and if a man possesses\\nthat, with a little intelligence he can do it anybody can do it.\\nMiss Moelnen\\nAh patience and perseverance are great virtues in themselves\\n{in a different tone) But, if you think it is so easy to write, why\\ndon t you try it, Mr. Schaeffer?\\nSchacffer,\\nI might try a good many things. Miss Moelner. The trouble\\nwith me is that I don t believe in try-ing.\\nMiss Moelner,\\nOh, I see, you mean that your father has done all the trying for\\nyou.\\nSchaeffer*\\nMy father worked so hard that it is a pity that I should do any\\nwork. He saved me the trouble.\\nThey continue their conversation in to ic tone.\\nMr, Moelner,\\n{Aside to Mrs. Moctzart.) No. I don t think Mr. Fulton is going\\nto produce the play on the mere recommendation of a few scribes.\\nThe papers say he only took it home for consideration, though I\\nheard that some material support was promised Mr. Fulton in case\\nhe decided to produce the play.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "48 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III.\\nMrs, Mockart^\\nBut I understood Mr. Fulton has positively accepted the play.\\nMf\u00c2\u00bb Moelner,\\nIvucy read over the criticisms on Robert s play again. {Lucy\\ntakes up a number of neiuspapers from tJie table.)\\nLwcy.\\n{Picking up a neivspaper and reading.) At a recent At\\nHome, a Madison Avenue hostess, noted for her agreeable recep-\\ntions, cleverly succeeded in killing two birds with one stone.\\nFor not only did she afford her guests a rarely enjoyable enter-\\ntainment, but succeeded in giving an as yet unknown playwright\\na professional introduction through the reading of his own work.\\nThat the play made an impression on the very friendly audience\\nthere is no doubt; the author has unquestionably shown talent.\\nWe do not care to vSay much, but when such a manager as Mr.\\nDan Fulton takes a play home with him for consideration, it is\\nevident that it has some merits.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nJust as I told you, Freda only for consideration.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nDr. Mandel, you read the German papers. What have they to\\nsay about Robert s play\\nDr. Mandel.\\nThe leading German paper simply says a few words. It hasn t\\na high opinion of Robert s originality. And, of course, if it finds\\nnothing original in a new writer, it doesn t think it worth while\\nto encourage him, and gives him the advice the poet gave to the\\nshoemaker to stick to his last.\\nLtjcy.\\nBut, Robert says, that the critic of this paper, although he is a\\ncritic, is not so very original himself now another, who is not so\\nprominent, but has a very good reputation, differs from this paper\\nentirely. He says Very skillful, very. He admits, however,\\nthat the writer is not yet a master of his art, though he has\\nshown a clever handling of the subject and a thorough knowledge\\nof the technique of the drama,", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad III. 49\\nMu Moelner.\\n{Sneeringly.) But isn t this critic a personal friend of our Pro-\\nfessor.\\nSchaeffer.\\n{Picking up paper.) Here s a critic who advises him to go and\\nlearn proper English instead of trying to write plays.\\nMiss Lena Moclnen\\n{Picking up paper.) The Mercury says: {reads) Not only\\nthose who pay to see diamonds and silks on the stage will like\\nsuch a play, but the true lover of the drama will also appreciate\\nit, and adds Why do not some of these independents hunt\\nout young writers like Mockart and produce their pla3 s, instead\\nof wasting time on dramas that only a small minority care for?\\nThere you are Mr. Schaeffer, one critic contradicts the other.\\nMl Moelnen\\n{To Mrs. Mockart.) So, you see, Freda, he has not made such\\na great success after all by his reading, and such recognition as he\\nhas obtained is only reading matter of no value whatever it is\\nall on paper.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nI only wish the reading had been a complete failure, for then\\nhe would have given up this unfounded ambition of his and de-\\nvoted himself to enlarging his practice.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nYes, of course, it would have been better, but now the plan\\nmust be carried out as we decided. I ll put up the money to pro-\\nduce the play. Of course, the plaj^ won t make much of a success,\\nbut, at any rate, his eyes will be opened to the fact that he isn t a\\nwriter, and that will cool down his enthusiasm, I fancy.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nJust as you say, Albert just as you think is best. I will do\\nanything to tear him awa}^ from this professor and his family, and\\nshow him that his best friend is his mother, and only his mother.\\nMr. Moelner.\\n{In a different tone.) Freda, was it not rather ungrateful on", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "50 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III.\\nRobert s part, when he read his play at the Professor s house, not\\nto have invited me, or at least asked Lucy and Lena?\\nMrs, Mockart.\\nHe is as ungrateful to his mother as he is to his uncle. Why,\\nhe did not even take the trouble to tell me that he was going to\\nread his play to anyone I heard it only through the newspapers.\\nMr* Moclner*\\nLuc\\\\ felt awfully bad. However, I will do my best for my\\nbrother s son, and for the sake of my brother s wife. I will take\\nhim in hand and see that his play is produced. If it succeeds\\nvery well and good. If not, it will bring him to his senses, and\\nshow him what a fool he has made of himself for so many years.\\nBut, for all you can tell, all of our plans may be fruitless, for\\npossibly these few lines of notice may have turned his head so\\nthat he will accept none of my offers.\\nMrs. Mockart*\\nx\\\\ccept Of course he will. He may not listen to any sugges-\\ntions, but when you offer to produce his play he will be delighted,\\nand, as you said, no manager will produce his play without\\nfinancial support, and who can, who will, give him financial sup-\\nport You know the saying is Everybody is a friend until the\\npocket\\nMr. Moelner.\\n[Reflecting.) Yes. Who can give him financial support {zvit/i\\nchange of voice,) They say that this professor s daughter inherited\\nquite a fortune from her aunt, not long ago, and you know that\\nthis daughter has rather charmed him. It was her idea that he\\nshould read his play, and at her home, and it is even rumored that\\nit is she who promised financial assurance to Mr. Fulton, in case\\nhe decided to produce the play.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nWhat nonsense. These people are very nice, and very kind\\nand all that they may introduce him they may give him a\\nchance to become known to them and their friends. They ma}^\\ndo everything for him, but when it comes to a question of money\\nthey will stop and think about it twice even if it is a scientific\\nprofessor who has a great love for art.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act IlL 51\\nMr, Moelncf.\\nWhere is Robert, anyway? I should like to hear what he has\\nto say on the matter.\\nMrs, Mockart.\\nGoes to boolz-case at left upper corner and opens it. His note-\\nbooks are here. He must be up-stairs. {Pointing to contents of\\ncase. See, Albert, this rubbish represents six years of work.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nAnd, so far, it is only good for the waste-basket.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nI feel like taking it all and throwing it into the fire.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nNo, you mustn t do that.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nYes, I shall have to do it some day.\\n(Mrs. MoQi^A.^ i goes out at left, foil ocued by Mr. Moei^ner.\\nLena goes over to Lucy.\\n(Mr. Schakffer crosses over to Mr. Mandei..)\\nLena.\\nLucy, Dr. Mandel says that he would be most happy to join our\\nThanksgiving Day excursion to Old Point Comfort. May I in-\\nvite him\\nLucy.\\nYou may, if 5 ou like.\\nLena.\\nHe is so nice and Mr. Schaeffer\\nLucy.\\nI am afraid that Mr. Schaeffer would not care to join us. He is\\nsuch a self-satisfied man.\\nLena.\\nBut he is so rich. Doctor Mandel says that his father left him\\nabout a million.\\nLucy.\\nOnly a million. Why, I hear that he was worth two millions\\nbefore he was introduced to me.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "52 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad III\\nLena,*\\n{Looking at Lucv. So you mean that I ought to iuvite himr\\nLucy*\\nJust as you like. He would no doubt be a great attraction to\\nour friends.\\nLena.\\nA million would be an attraction to any girl. I would invite\\nboth Dr. Mandel and Mr. Schaeffer. They are both jolly good\\ncompany. They continue their conversation in low tone.\\nDr. MandeL\\nTo Mr. Schakffer.) The deuce but hasn t Robert got two\\ncharming cousins?\\nSchaeffer.\\nCharming is no name they are really beautiful. What sort of\\na man this Robert is, I don t understand why, he never men-\\ntioned to us that he had two such lovely cousins.\\nDr. Mandel.\\nI knew it. I knew them when they were two little bits of girls\\nand used to live in this neighborhood and my father remem-\\nbers when Mr. Moelner and Robert s father started business in a\\nsmall room in a rear tenement house.\\nSchaeffer.\\nYes, and now he is the greatest man in his line.\\nDr. Mandel.\\nHe has to thank Robert s father for that for he was the man-\\nager and the brains of the firm. But, poor man, he is dead and\\nburied; his family has none of the enormous wealth of which he\\nlaid the foundation Moelner has it all.\\nSchaeffer.\\nThat s often the case one man does the work and the others\\nget the profits. Please don t tell them that am rich.\\nDr. Mandel.\\nI am sorry, but I have made that fatal mistake already.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE PIvAYWRIGHT, Act III. 53\\nSchaeffcr,\\nThen, I suppose everybody will first introduce my money, and\\nthen myself.\\nDn MandeL\\nThese are girls who do not care for money they have social\\naspirations.\\nSchaeffen\\nSocial aspirations? Yes? Where do your social aspirations\\ncome in without money\u00e2\u0080\u0094 when the first requisite to enter that\\nprivate circle is money and plenty of it too. And when your\\nmoney dies you may be sure of a social burial.\\nLucy.\\nTo Dr. MandkI/. Have 3-ou known my cousin Robert long,\\nDr. Mandel\\nDr. MandeL\\nAs long as I have known 3 ou.\\nLttcy.\\nsurprise. Really I thought I had never met you before.\\nDf. Mandel.\\nIndeed? I remember 3^ou when 3 ou were a little bit of a girl\\nand lived right across the street here, where those high red\\nhouses are.\\nLena.\\n{Astonished. You mean those tenement-houses\\nDf. Mandcl.\\nYes, there were small houses then and when more people\\ncame, they built these larger ones, and they called them tenements.\\nLena.\\nIt must have been quite a different neighborhood at that time,\\nDf. Mandel.\\nYes, it was different in a wa3 but as more emigrants came here\\nthe3^ built larger houses.\\nLena.\\nWh3^ only the foreign element lives in these houses now.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "54 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III.\\nDr\u00c2\u00ab MandeL\\nFor that matter, we are all foreigners, except those who have\\nIndian blood.\\n(Robert enters teft door.\\nLena*\\nWhere have you been, cousin Robert?\\nRobert*\\nFor a walk.\\nLucy*\\nIn such weather?\\nRobert*\\nSuch weather gives a man respiration aspiration\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and inspira-\\ntion\\nSchaeffer*\\nYou disappeared without even an excuse.\\nRobert*\\nAh, excuse excuses are only empty explanations, my dear\\nSchaeffer.\\n(Robert takes off gloves, coat and hat.)\\n(Lucy hangs the coat and hat on a hook in upper right\\ncornier.\\nRobert rty^^^ notes and papers ont of several pockets and\\nputs them in book-case.\\nSchaeffer*\\nAh, you are again depositing more of your work in your work-\\nshop.\\nLucy*\\nWhere did you write it\\nRobert*\\nOn the street\u00e2\u0080\u0094 now you can call the street my workshop, if you\\nlike.\\nDr* Mandel*\\nSo, the street is your workshop. {Ironically.) Then the air\\nmust be your inspiration the sun 3 our guide the earth your\\ncompanion\\nSchaeffer,\\nAnd the sky your world the moon your neighbor, and the stars\\nvour friends.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE PI^AY WRIGHT, Ad III. 55\\nRobert\\nNo Schaeffer, there you are wrong my friends are not stars,\\nbut fools. All la ugh\\n(Robe;rt goes over to the stove and ivarins his hands,\\nScHAEFFKR goes over and joins Robert at stove.\\nSchaeffer*\\n{Aside to Robert.) I wish that I had such a fair cousin, and\\nas devoted as she seems to be to you.\\nRobert,\\n{Laughs. Well, it does astonish me. I cannot account for it\\nfor this same fair cousin, when I called on her at her home not\\nlong ago, received me with cold indifference.\\nSchaeffer,\\nBut now 3^ou are on the point of success and, you know men\\nare judged by their success.\\nRobert,\\n{Laughs. Success is a very poor thing to judge by, my dear\\nSchaeffer, for it spoils more men than failure.\\nSchaeffer,\\nPlease don t tell them that my success .spoiled me.\\nRobert,\\nOh, no, fear not; you have done nothing in which to succeed or\\nfail.\\nSchaeffer,\\nThen what am I Nothing\\nRobert,\\nYou are a continuation of another generation.\\nLena,\\n{Appi oaching them.) Robert, your friends think that while\\nsome of your critics praise you, others have been unjust and sim-\\nply ridiculed your play.\\nRobert,\\nI can t help that. There is in the drama as in politics a class of\\nchronic kickers.\\n(Mr. M0E1.NER and Mrs. Mockart enter right door.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "56 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nAh, here he is. {(lOcs over to RobkrT.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nWe were looking for you, Robert.\\n[Goes to Robert and Mr. Moelnp:r.)\\nDf* MandeL\\nTo SCHAEFFER.) Had we not better go? I think they want\\nto talk over some family matters. They prepare to leaz e.\\nLena.\\n{Aside to her father.) Papa, invite Robert s friends to call\\non us.\\nMr. Moelner.\\n{As they go tozvards left door.) Gentlemen: we are at home\\nevery Frida}-, and we should be pleased to have you call, if op-\\nportunity presents itself.\\nMandel and Schaeffer.\\n{Both. Thanks. We should be most happy to do so.\\nDr. MandeL\\nI hope that before long we shall all meet together in a box to\\nsee Robert s play produced.\\nSchaeffer.\\n{Laughingly.) Mandel, 3^ou mean in a wooden box? [All\\nlaugh.\\n(Mandei. and Schaeffer both exit left door.)\\nMr. Moelner.\\n{Aside to Lucy. Go and tell Robert how glad you are that he\\nis on the road to success. Change of voice. Incidentalh% ask\\nhim whether he has seen your magazine article.\\nLticy.\\nYes, Papa.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nBe nice and cordial although not too forward. Yet a little\\nflattery and praise sometimes do a great deal of good. Men are\\nso conceited, you know.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE PI.AYWRIGHT, Act III. 57\\nLucy*\\nI think it will be of little use, papa. I fear he will never forgive\\nus for having ignored him so long.\\nMr. Moelner.\\n{Angrily. Make no explanations. Do as I tell you.\\nMrs* Mockart.\\nTo Robert, aside. Be nice and good. I think uncle will do a\\ngreat deal for you if you know how to take him.\\nRobert.\\nI cannot be more nice than I am, or more good than I always\\nhave been.\\nMrs. Mockarf.\\nYou know he is a rich and successful man. They have powef\\nand they want to be respected.\\nRobert.\\nEvery man desires to be respected, but they who want respect\\nmust show consideration for others and not misuse their advanta-\\nges.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n[Agitatedly.) Now now now. Don t begin again Robert.\\nWe have not seen them for years, and chance has again brought\\nus together. It is always better to make a friend than an enemy,\\nespecially in your own family.\\nRobert.\\nI don t want to make an enemy of anybody. I know what he is\\nhere for, but that can never be.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nCannot be And why not He is after your welfare.\\nRobert.\\nYes? I understand his scheme. But I got along without his\\nassistance for a long time, and I can surely get along without him\\nnow. I am bound to win my battle alone win, I say, mother\\nMr. Moelner.\\nTo Robert, loud. Robert, did you see Lucy s article in the\\ncurrent magazine\\nRobert.\\n{Surprised.) Lucy s Article? Magazine? What was it? In\\nwhat magazine?", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "58 THE PLAYWRICxHT, Act III.\\nMr* Moclncr.\\nI quite forget. What magazine was it, Lucy\\nLucy*\\nIt was a criticism on the late Horse Show and it appeared in a\\nmagazine called The Doings of the Horse.\\nRobert.\\nOh About horses. I thought it might be about something\\nelse but I am not a horse I am a man, and care to read only of\\nthe doings of men not horses.\\nLucy*\\nBut the horse the Horse Show is so fashionable nowadays.\\nRobert.\\nFashion is sometimes facetious.\\nLucy.\\nBut, it is nice\u00e2\u0080\u0094 stylish, you know.\\nRobert.\\nStyle is stupidity oftentimes.\\nLena.\\nTo Mrs. Mockart.) I think our cousin Robert is ill-tempered\\nand ill-humored to-day.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nNo, it is the strain\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the constant strain the suspense that is\\nkilling him.\\nLucy.\\nBut papa is going to help him.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nYour papa has not spoken to him yet.\\nLucy.\\nPapa, why don t you tell Robert the object of your visit to-day\\nMr. Moelner.\\nBe patient I wall.\\nEtta.\\n7t Robert, aside.) Robert, look at our cousins Lucy s and\\nLena s dresses. How nice Aren t they rich And how expen-\\nsive they must be perfectl} lovely", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE PIvAYWRIGHT, Ad III. 59\\nRobert.\\nTo look at.\\nEtta.\\nIf 3 our play is accepted and produced, and you make a lot of\\nmoney, you must get me just such an identical dress as theirs.\\n{Fei Z ently. Oh, it is nice to have nice things\\nRobert.\\nBut nicer yet is that which you have got and other people can\\nnot get.\\nEtta.\\nBut if you make a lot of mone}^, you can get them.\\nRobert.\\nOh, yes, get them what was money made for but to get them\\nMr. Moelner.\\n[Aloud. Robert, have you heard anything yet from Mr.\\nFulton\\nRobert.\\nNo, not yet. He promised that if he liked my pla}^ he would\\ncall and see me personally. I may, though, hear from him to-\\nnight.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nYou expect to have a favorable answer from him, no doubt.\\nRobert.\\nNot more than from any other manager. There is nothing sure\\nyet. You are not sure wnth any manager, even if he does accept\\nyour play.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nSo, even acceptance may not mean that he will produce ir,\\nRobert.\\nYes. I shall have to be patient, that is all, but some day it shall\\nbe produced.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nRobert, if I should offer you, in behalf of the family, to give\\nyou financial assistance, and produce the play at once, what would\\nyou say\\nRobert.\\nI should simply say you are too late.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "6o THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nsurprise. Too late\\nRobert,\\nYes.\\nMrs, Mockart.\\nWhy too late\\nRobert.\\nThere was a time when I asked uncle for help and his answer\\nwas that he had no money to invest in experiments that they do\\nnot pay and are not profitable. He advised me to go to people\\nwho can judge plays. I followed his advice and his offer is now\\ntoo late.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nNo, it is not too late,\\nMr. Moelner.\\nDon t imagine, Robert, if I offer to produce the play, that I\\nbelieve it worth anything. I only do it to show you that you are\\nno writer, and to bring you to your senses, so that you will waste\\nno more time, but will go about your work your profession.\\nRobert.\\nI know that and still you are too late.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nThen you have assurance that the pla}- will be produced\\nRobert.\\nNo.\\nMrs* Mockart.\\nsurprise. No Why, then, do you refuse to accept uncle s\\nassistance?\\nRobert.\\nBecause I have confidence in myself.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nHow do you expect that your play will be produced?\\nRobert.\\nOn its merits.\\nMr. Moelner.\\n[With sarcasm.) On its merits Merits is such a mis-\\neading word, when it is not helped along with mone}", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III. 6i\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nThen you depend for the production of 3 our pla}- on the strength\\nof the few lines of notice you received\\nRobert.\\nNo but I have hope.\\nMrs, Mockart.\\nBut what a bitter word hope is without help.\\nRobert.\\nHope is a grand word to me.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nThen you have evidently hope that somebody will give you\\nfinancial assistance and you prefer that strangers should have\\nthe benefit of your work rather than your own family\\nRobert.\\n{Cool, sarcastic manner.) Ah, you now speak of my work\\nmy work uncle. You have evidenth forgotten yourself and\\nyou already speak of benefits benefits. You fear that\\nsomeone else may reap those benefits.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nAh, your work rubbish\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nRobert it is my wish, and I beg of you as your mother that\\nthis play should be produced by the help of your family, if it\\nis to be produced at all.\\nRobert.\\n{Indignantly. Mother, when the lash of want was upon me,\\nwith a force that tore my flesh, the family did not offer me help\\nto heal my wounds. Now my wounds begin to heal, and I want\\nno help that is forced upon me\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nBut, it is your mother s wish.\\nRobert.\\nEven a mother may be wrong.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nUngrateful son You talk to me like that to me, your mother.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "62 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III.\\nwho gave you life. Do you know that your very blood belongs\\nto me.\\nMr. Moelncr.\\nFreda there is no use talking to him. You are speaking to a\\nman with a swelled head\\nRobert.\\nBefore I had a foolish head now I have a swelled\\nhead. But, no matter what head I have it is my own.\\nMr* Moelner.\\nThe few lines of notice that the critics gave you will be your\\nruin Remember, critics are only to criticise. Your success, so\\nfar, is on paper, and on paper only. The real judges are the\\npeople and wait, you will yet come begging to me to give you a\\nchance for a hearing before the public\\nRobert.\\nI assure you, I will not. The one thing that makes me feel\\nmore than anything else that I shall succeed is your offer to help\\nme for where you offer to help, there must be an assurance of\\ncoming benefits\u00e2\u0080\u0094 benefits.\\nMr. Moelner.\\n[In disgust. I see now, there is no use of talking with you\\nL/Ucy Lena Get ready We will go\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n(E.rcitedty.) Wait, Albert Albert\u00e2\u0080\u0094 wait Be patient. It\\ndoes not concern you alone- it concerns me as well for if he will\\nnot give in, I will have to go too. I have suffered long enough\\nI cannot stand it any longer.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nWhat does he care this obstinate, ungrateful son.\\nRobert.\\nYou say I am ungrateful. Can you state a single instance In\\nwhat am I ungrateful\\nMr. Moelner.\\nYes I will give you an instance. [Quietly.) Robert, what-\\never you may say against me, I have helped you time and time", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III. 63\\nagain. When you read your play at the professor s house when\\nyou took so decided a step why did you not invite me and my\\nfamily\\nRobert*\\nBecause you don t belong to that class.\\nMr* Moelner.\\n{Lifuriated. I don t belong to that class and a beggar like\\nyou belongs to it?\\nRobert,\\nYou don t mean that, uncle\\nMr. Moelner.\\nI mean every word that I say you are a beggar and if it had\\nnot been for me, you would have been starving. You are a beg-\\ngar-\\nRobert.\\n{Infuriated.^ Take those words back, uncle take that word back\\nthe very air of this room ought to strangle you. You know very\\nwell yourself that it is a lie. I have been honestly and patiently\\nworking for a certain purpose for many years and the help you\\ngave me was not yours but mine mine The very clothes you\\nwear the house you possess and everything you have belongs\\nto me. For, with your cheating and lies, you took away the work on\\nwhich my father had spent twenty years. If it had not been for\\nmy father you would have been to-day a beggar and morally you\\nare nothing but a beggar anyway\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nRobert Robert .\u00e2\u0080\u0094What is that talk for? What is the use?\\nWhy bring in your father What has he to do with it. That\\naffair has long been forgotten.\\nRobert.\\nI shall never forget it And I want to let him know that he is\\na cheat and a lie. That he has not sense enough to acquire\\nanything not to speak of wealth. That what help he gave us,\\nshould have been willingly and freely given not have been thrown\\nin our faces.\\nMrs. Mockart,\\nNow, keep still. You have lost your senses. You don t know", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "64 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III.\\nwhat you are talking about. He came here to help you, and you\\nhave done nothing but deliberately insult and offend him.\\n(Mr. MoeIvNEr motions to the girts to get their wraps froui\\nthe next room.)\\nThe girls go into the back parlor, there is a long silence;\\nthe girls return with their zuraps, and Etta helps them\\nto put them on.)\\nMr* Moelnen\\nI would not care to argue with a man who has a temper, and is\\nat the same time a fool. But it seems rather queer, that people\\nw^hom only a few months ago you had never heard of\u00e2\u0080\u0094 nor seen\\nbefore should be preferred as friends advisers to your own\\nfamily. But, I want to warn you, with all your cleverness, these\\npeople who only a few months ago, were perfect strangers, may,\\nby the slightest misunderstanding, in a still shorter time throw\\nyou over and forget the mere fact of your existence\\nRobert*\\nI am sure that will not be the case for they are people who\\nlive a life for life s sake and not for mere material existence and\\nbesides, as it happens, they were the first to volunteer to help me\\nand I am bound to stand by them, no matter what happens or how\\nmuch they may change.\\nMr. Moelner.\\n{Emphatically.) It seems to me, that what keeps you so sud-\\ndenly strangely and inexplicably tied to them must undoubtedly\\nbe not so much the Professor, as the Professor s daughter s petti-\\ncoat.\\n{Prolonged silence. Robert ^c)*?^ and rests left hand on the\\ntable, -with his back to the others and cuith boived head.\\nRobert.\\n{Sloruly, quietly and emphatically.) Uncle if it were not for\\nthe presence of your daughters and respect for my mother I\\nshould turn you out of the house.\\n(Mr. MorIvNER opens ri^ht door, and motioning to his\\ndaughters to go ont, folloivs them and slams the door.\\nRobert sinks into a chair. Btta goes and kneels by\\nhim^ and, leaning against him, weeps. Mrs. Mock-\\nart, on the other side of the room, sits as if bewildered\\nand in deep pain and thought.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE PI.AYWRIGHT, Ad III. 65\\nRobert.\\nEtta Etta\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what s the matter? What are you crying for^\\n(Etta rises luithout speaking and goes out sobbing.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nGoing to Robert. Robert you have deeply insulted 3^our\\nuncle.\\nRobert.\\nI told you the truth.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n[In a different tone.) No, Robert, you have deliberatel}^ in-\\nsulted your uncle.\\nRobert.\\nIf you call truth an insult, then you are right. Has he not\\nlied and cheated us out of father s work? Was not father entitled\\nto a share and interest in the business before he died? Who laid\\nthe foundation of this vast fortune that he posse.sses Was it not\\nfather s conscientious and faithful efforts efforts that were be-\\nyond his strength and, I may say, shortened his life? Like an\\nheroic soldier, who although wounded and knows that the wound\\nis fatal, he battled on What did he do it for, but to build up\\nthis business, that his family should be provided for when he was\\nno more? And after he died uncle s miserly character showed\\nitself he took advantage of your ignorance and helplessness and\\nswallowed up everything.\\nMr5. Mockart.\\nThat is a question of the past, and who was right I don t\\nknow What concerns us now is the present, and at present\\n{slozvly and emphatically) we need uncle you will call him back,\\nRobert.\\nRobert.\\nMother, I will not call him back.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n[Emphatically. You must call him back.\\nRobert.\\nNever Never\\nMrs. Mockart.\\n[Onietly.) Then I shall leave you", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "66 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad III\\nRobert*\\nK^In consternation. Mother, surely you are not in earnest?\\nMrs* Mockart\\nI am in earnest as I am in sorrow.\\nRobert,\\nIn greater surprise. Mother and Etta What will become\\nof her?\\nMrs, Mcckart.\\nEtta will have to choose between 3^ou and me.\\nRobert,\\nMother, you would not do that\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nWill you do as I tell you? (Robert is silent.) Now, I see\\nwhat your uncle Albert has foreseen and he was right. He could\\nnot understand that the interest of these lately acquired friends,\\nthese strangers with their sudden and inexplicable influence\\nover you is not simply their interest in you and your writings\\nbut some selfish motive and so far you have had nothing from\\nthem simply their false flattery and for this foolishness you\\ncast aside your family. Yes, even your mother.\\nRobert,\\nOh, mother You are unjust to them, and you bitterly wrong\\nme {looking her in the face. You are w^rong, mother.\\nThere is a prolonged silence.\\nMrs, Mockart,\\nWhether I am wrong or not, only the future can show. But,\\nnow you have treated your uncle unfairly and unjustly, and either\\nyou will go and call him back or I shall go (pauses a moment.\\nYour answer\\n(Robert makes no reply.)\\nMrs, Mockart,\\nThen, I shall leave the house immediately.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad III. 67\\nRobert.\\njNIother do whatever you think is right.\\nI Robp:rt sinks into a chair, resting his elboivs on his knees.\\nINlRS. ISIocKART slo ccly exits teft door.\\n[After a pause Robert gets up and goes to the door where\\nhis mother zvent out, as if about to cat! her, but finally\\ngoes over to the right corner and puts on his coat and\\nhat and goes over to the right door.\\nRobert,\\nTo himself. No. I will not.\\nf Takes off coat and hat and returns to his former position.\\na moment the bell is heard ringing and Etta is seen\\ncoming out from centre door, then turns and zvipes her\\neyes and goes out left door rettirning opens the door for\\nthe Y^OVESSO^ and his ci ife and daughter, zvho enter\\nEtta closes the door behind them. When they see that\\nRobert is engrossed in thought, Miss Powers motions\\nto her father and mother to retire into the back parlor,\\nluhich they do she remains standing at left zvall Ro-\\nbert hearing someone.)\\nRobert.\\nEtta, why don t you open the door? I thought I heard the bell.\\n{Pauses. Why don t you answer Etta\\nI IMiss Powers makes a gesture indicating her embarrass-\\nment.)\\nRobert.\\nCome here, my dear sister,\\nI Miss Powers again indicates her inability to comply, luith\\nanother gesture, pointing to the door of the back parlor,\\nwhere her parents are.\\nRobert.\\nBut I see, you are angry with me, too but don t worry. Mother\\nwill not leave us. In a very short time everything will be all\\nright.\\nMiss Powers.\\nEverything is all right your play is accepted and will be pro-\\nduced.\\n(Robert. startled surprise, springs up and looks first", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "68 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad III.\\nio cuard the right and seeing no one there turns in the\\nother direction, and to his astonishi//ent sees Miss\\nPOWKRS.\\nRobert,\\nIs it really you, Miss Powers? Or is it simply an illusion of my\\nimagination Were your words really true? Or was it a dream\\nHe starts toward her as he does so she passes to the right\\nand the Professor and Mrs. Powers appear at the\\nright side of the folding doors.\\nProf. Powers.\\nYes, it is true, Mr. Fulton has accepted your play, and his own\\ntheatrical company \\\\vill soon produce it.\\nRobert.\\n[Enthusiastically crying out.) So, then, at last my dreamland\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094my aspirations become a actuality. J03 fills my soul I have\\nreached the highest point of my life The suspense is over I\\nam relieved\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I am more than happy\\na dazed condition ^ov,tjki goes to left door, zchere his\\nmother zvent out.)\\n[Pointing to the door.) My poor mother is behind this door\\nmaking preparations to leave me. Poor mother -you have mis-\\ntaken my pleasure for pain and my efforts for sufTering\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and\\nwith a mother s heart you saw but failure and disappointment in\\nstore for me. But now comes the dawn of my success, and relief\\nis at hand It is here You will no more depress discourage\\nme for you will see that I was right\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and you were wrong and\\nright I am. [Pointing to right door ivhere his nncle 7vent out.)\\nAnd you, poor uncle, who called me a beggar, you are blind to\\nwhat is beautiful and do not regard a man as a man you weigh\\nhim only by his gold you do not know the purpose of man s ex-\\nistence. Therefore you could not conceive the purpose of my aims\\nand efforts and now I hope the results may open your eyes.\\nYou will no more call me a penniless beggar. Turning to the\\nProfessor and Mrs. and Miss Powers.) They say that you are\\nstrangers to me mere strangers human beings to be strangers\\nto each other But to yoii I have to give my utmost thanks. You\\nunderstand me. You know the longings of my mind and heart.\\nYou felt the fire that was burning in me and with the true", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad III. 69\\nfriendship that is born from a similarity of thought and feeling,\\nyou spurred me on in my efforts. My heart goes out to you and\\nm\\\\- thanks to the Professor) as a man to a man.\\nFalls exhaiistcdly on chair.\\nMrs, Powers.\\n[Going to Robert.) You don t seem well, Doctor. Is anything\\nthe matter?\\nMiss Powers.\\nYou are ill. Ojferino- hiui a glass of zuater.\\nRobert*\\nDrinks.) Thank you. I am all right now I am all right. I\\nwas surprised and astonished at your presence by the good news\\nthe best things come unexpectedly. My good fortune has over-\\npowered me {Slight pause. Rising.) I beg your pardon\\nwon t you be seated? {They take chairs.)\\nMrs. Powers.\\nThis is your office, Doctor?\\nRobert.\\nYes, this is ray office, study and everything combined.\\nGoing to bookcase, ivhere is Mss. and opens it.\\nProfessor, this will interest you this is my workshop. You see\\nI have in it enough material to work upon for the next twent}-\\nyears\\nThey all go over to bookcase: the Professor examining same.)\\nRobert.\\n{To all.) You see these boxes each of these contains ideas for\\na different play. Whenever a new idea strikes me, I just write it\\ndown and put it with the other material for that play.\\nProf* Powers.\\n{Reading. A Romance of a Roman Prince.\\nRobert.\\nThat is the title of an historical play.\\nMiss Powers.\\n{Reading.) Mr. Phillips of Philadelphia.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "70 THE PLAY\\\\VRIC;HT, Ar/ III.\\nRobert*\\nThat is going to be a comedy. The principal character is a\\nGerman-American {laiio/iino/y) who made a fortnne out of Phihi-\\ndelphia poultry.\\nProf. Powers.\\nAnd 1 suppose spent his money in New York\\nMrs. Powers.\\n{Readiiio;A His Partner s Wife.\\nRobert.\\nThat is a play of American life.\\nMiss Powers.\\n{Reading again.) Mr. Roche of Rochester.\\nRobert*\\nThat is a comedy which deals with a very rich oil man, who\\nspent his best years in making a fortune, and neglected his life as\\na man then came to New^ York on a visit and fell in love, for the\\nfirst time in his life.\\nProf. Powers*\\nAnd afterwards was sorry for it\\nRobert.\\nNo, he felt sorry, that it did not happen before.\\nMrs. Powers.\\nAnd are the stories of all these play.s written out\\nRobert.\\nOh, no I carry them in my head for years.\\nProf. Powers.\\nIt will be easy sailing for all these {pointing to bookcase) after\\nyour play has been produced. I am certain that the morning after\\nthe opening night the world will proclaim A new writer is dis-\\ncovered.\\nRobert*\\nI only hope they will not say A new^ dreamer was discovered.\\n{All tauo/}.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III. 71\\nProf. Powers*\\nHistory so often repeats itself. Some men have gone about for\\nyears, suffering and struggling for recognition, and afterwards the\\nworld wondered how could such a man exist without hearing\\nof him.\\nMrs* Powers.\\nAnd that is what some of the critics predicted about your play.\\nThey could not understand, wh}^ not even one manager could see\\nanything of value in your writings. And they added, this shows,\\nagain, that many managers deal in materials that they have but\\nlittle knowledge of.\\nProf. Powers.\\nYes, even Mr. Fulton had to be influenced by Mr. Webster s\\nopinion and mine, before he decided to produce the play.\\nRobert.\\nBut, is it a certainty that he will produce it\\nProf. Powers.\\nOh, yes, a certainty beyond doubt. He called upon me to-day\\nand told me that his own company would put it in actual rehearsal\\nnext week, and they, j ou know, are the best we have in this\\ncountry to-day.\\nRobert.\\nI am glad, indeed, and if I succeed I shall attribute my success\\nto you. Professor.\\n{At ttiis point Mrs. Mockart enters teft door, dressed to go\\nout as she sees tlie strangers sJie stops and remains\\nstanding, gazing at t/ieni.\\nRobert.\\nThis is my mother Professor Powers. {T/iey alt rise.)\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nYes, I am his unfortunate mother.\\nProf. Powers.\\nWhy unfortunate? I should rather say you are fortunate, ver}-\\nfortunate indeed to have a son possessed with such natural gifts\\nas to become a writer, a dramatist.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "72 THE PLAYWRK^HT, Act III.\\nMrs. Mcckart\\nI sliould prefer that he had fewer gifts and be more of a son.\\nProf, Powers*\\nIt is true that a talented boy will be more apt to neglect his\\nfamily and be more attentive to his work, but so much the better\\nfor his family, and it does not imply that he is any less his\\nmother s son, because he is able to do things that seem to you out\\nof the ordinary.\\nMrs, Mockart.\\nI have a fear of those people who do extraordinary things.\\nProL Powers,\\nIt is only extraordinary to people who don t try but very or-\\ndinary to those who make efforts. Now, Mrs. Mockart, I was a\\npoor farmer s boy, and my father never cared that I should be any\\nmore than a farmer like himself. But I was not contented to\\nraise potatoes in summer and to sleep in winter. I had a craving\\nfor knowledge, to know more about the sky that I saw^ with my\\neyes above me to know more about the people who lived around\\nme, so I decided to go to the cit}^ I ran away from home with-\\nout means without friends with no one to get an education.\\nAt my first attempt I failed. When I returned home, my father\\nand my friends mocked me and ridiculed me with their sneers and\\ntheir stupidity. I did not care, but I tried, and tried again and\\nagain, and when at last success came, and I became a college pro-\\nfessor, they thought that I had done an extraordinary thing. It is\\nthe same thing with your son Robert }ou consider him now\\nqueer and neglectful after his success, you will see him with dif-\\nferent eyes.\\nMrs* Mockart,\\nBut here, Professor, is a different story you studied you suc-\\nceeded; but Robert, after getting his education, branched off in a\\ndifferent line. He wants to write, but to write a man must have\\nknowledge experience that requires a lifetime.\\nProf, Powers,\\nBut that s just where you are wrong, Mrs. Mockart. The man\\nwho attempts to succeed in writing -by learning and experience\\nis never and never will be a writer\u00e2\u0080\u0094 in the true meaning of the\\nword. That is a knowledge that comes from within the man him-", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III. 73\\nself and no matter what line he has learned nature forces him\\nto give it up and yield to this instinctive and intuitive knowledge\\nand that is what Robert has done. He writes from spontaneous\\nimpiilse, like a true writer.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nProfessor, you are talking silly prattle^ and I am sorry to tell\\nyou, that the thirty years you have learned and taught books,\\nhave made you little better than a foolish child.\\nRobert.\\nMother, the Professor is my friend. What 5^ou have against\\nme concerns me and me onl}^ but I insist that you do not intuit\\nmy friends.\\nMrs. Mock art.\\n{Sneering.) Insist indeed I am done w^ith you and do not\\nwant to know you or your friends. They are strangers to me\\nI never saw them before in my life\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and I don t want to see them\\nagain.\\nRobert.\\nthe utmost anger.) Mother, you don t know what ^-ou are\\nsaving.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nYou are driving me to my grave.\\nMrs. Powers.\\nINIrs. Mockart, although I do not wish to interfere but I must.\\nYou are not only doing a great injustice to Robert, but j ou are\\nsimply tormenting yourself and him unnecessarily. On the con-\\ntrary, I would fight with my last breath to help a young man who\\ntried to accomplish something higher and better. You ought to\\nbe proud of him, and rather praise and encourage than censure\\nand discourage.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nYou tell me that me, his mother who nourished him and\\nwatched him grow from day to day who worked and tried to\\neducate him at the expense of all others he represented all my\\nhopes of success the flower of my life yes, my very life, and\\n3 ou think that I, his mother, would try to spoil his career\u00e2\u0080\u0094 as you\\nsa}^? If I only knew he was going in the right direction. When\\nwe plant corn, we expect corn. When you plant flowers, you ex-\\npect flowers, nothing else. When you study law, you expect to", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "74 THE PLAYWRK^HT, Act III.\\nbe a lawyer. When you study chemistry, you expect to become a\\nchemist but he has studied one thini( and is trying to become\\nanother.\\n(Etta cntcrino- centre door.\\nProf. Powers.\\nThat is no comparison at all, Mrs. Mockart. It is not a question\\nof study or learning. His writing is a creation an invention of\\nhis dramatic instinct. I^ike the inventor, he sees certain things\\nbefore him and he reproduces them in substance, without study\\nor learning, and the same thing with a painter, who sees a picture\\nin his imagination and paints it on his canvas, and this also\\napplies to Robert. He sees and feels certain characters and he\\nwrites them down.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nThose stories are very good for you to tell to Robert, but not to\\nme. I may not have the education that you have, but life s ex-\\nperience has hardened me and educated me to be practical, and I\\nsay you are simply talking nonsense.\\nRobert.\\nMother, why do you insult them They have not done any-\\nthing to you.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nThey have not done anything to me Why the} have stolen\\nmy life s work like highway robbers, with their foolish empty\\nflattery they have enticed you from your humble home. You\\nnever look at anybody even your own mother and you keep\\ncrying out, These are the people who understand me these are\\nthe people whom I want they know my value. They are the\\nreal people. They look to me like educated fools.\\nRobert.\\nIf you continue to insult my friends, either you or I must leave\\nthis house immediately.\\nMrs. Mockart.\\nSo you want me to go you actually turn me out of this house.\\nVer}^ well, I will go, but before I leave I will destroy your work\\nas you have mine.\\nRustics to twotccasc and set /no- a tot of J/ss. tears tlieni it p.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act III. 75\\nthro cus them on the floor, and then throies them into\\nthefii^e. Before she can return for more Miss PoWiJRS\\ncloses the doors of case and stands before them ivith out-\\nspread arms. Mrs. Mockart tnrjis, and seeing her zuay\\nbarred assumes attitude of indignant astonishment.)\\n(quick curtain.)\\n{\\\\i V:t\\\\ going to ROBERT /(7//5 in his arms iceeping.\\n{At rise of curtain on call, Mrs. Mockart at door about to\\nexit, loolzing angrily at others. Etta on Robert s\\narm, zveeping.)\\nEND OF THE THIRD ACT.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "76 THE PLAVWRICHT, Ad IV.\\nACT FOURTH.\\nA room behind the stage. The scene takes place durino; the first\\nnight s performance of the play in a Neiv York theatre. There\\nare two large doors in the centre of the back scene leading to\\nthe stage, also a door on the left and one on the right. In the\\nroom there are different paraphernalia for stage luork, furni-\\nture, etc. As the curtain rises, Robert and Mr. Fur.TON are\\nseen peeping in at the middle door, at the stage.\\nRobert\\nHow quiet the audience is.\\nMr\u00c2\u00bb Ftilton*\\nCool. Very cold actually like ice.\\nRobert,\\nThe play is onl}^ at its Ijeginning. Not a single point of im-\\nportance has as yet been brought out,\\nMr* Folton.\\nI hope luck will be with us to-night, and that our undertaking\\nwill be a success. They shake Jiands.\\nRobert,\\nI hope it will. {Listens.) But they are so silent so quiet.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nThat you don t understand. Perfect silence is the best sign, for\\nit means perfect attention, and perfect attention is admiration\\nand that is better than applause,\\nHere applause is heard from the outside.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nPeeping through the door quickly That is nothing only the\\nentrance of a favorite actor.\\n[Vlie Leading Man enters from left, and the Leading", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "THE PI.AYWRIGHT, Act IV. 77\\nLady fj^om right. They meet, go to centre door and\\nstand waiting for their cue.\\nRobert\\nTo Leading Man.^ No no. You enter from the other side;\\nshe enters from the centre.\\n(Leading Man tnrns to go to the right, turns bac/^ and\\nconies to centre.)\\nRobert.\\nI wish you success to-night, Mr. Rodman {Giving him his\\nhand. Do your best your very best.\\nLeading Man.\\nI will do my best but my success depends upon my luck.\\nRobert.\\nPlease play that scene in this act as I told you before, and you\\nwill see afterwards that I was right, although I have not the ex-\\nperience that you have.\\nLeading Man.\\nI will see. It all depends on how the public take it. I will\\nfirst play it my way, and if I see that the public don t take to it,\\nI will play it your way.\\nRobert.\\nThen you propose to follow your own fancy first, and only after\\nthat fails, my idea comes next.\\nLeading Man.\\nYes, and I come first. {E.vits right door.)\\nMr. Fulton.\\n[Alarmed.) They cough\u00e2\u0080\u0094 they cough. Damn them! they\\nmust all have the grippe. To Leading Lady. Your make up\\nis natural and gives your part an atmosphere of loveliness and\\ncharm, Miss Strong. I spared no expense or work on my part,\\nand now our work is in your hands. If you succeed, we succeed.\\nIf you fail, we fail.\\nMiss Strong Leading Lady.\\nI have always done my best but to-night I will do the very\\nbest I can, not only for your sake and mine, but for the new\\nwriter, who deserves undoubted recognition.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "78 THE PLAYWRICiHT, Act IV.\\nRobert.\\nQuick, Miss Strong. There is your cue.\\n(Miss Strong .r/A~ ^///r/Vj as she docs so, pro/oui^ed and\\nenthusiastic applause is heard.\\n(Leading Man re-oitcis i io-ht.)\\nRobert.\\n7\\\\) Leading Man. It was good it was good. You see I\\nwas right. The audience did not take to it the way you wanted\\nit, but rather liked it in a comedy way, as I created it.\\nLeading: Man*\\nCreated it is good. created it You mean you zvrote it.\\nRobert.\\nBut you see the audience like the scene only in a comedy way.\\nLeading; Man.\\nWhat does this damned fool of an audience know They don t\\nknow what they want. They come to laugh, and if I could only\\nmake up for my part in a night-shirt, they would laugh more than\\nat any comedy you can ever write.\\nRobert.\\nYou are sore because they don t want to take your acting\\nseriously.\\nLeadingf Man.\\nWhat do they understand of what art is seriously or not\\nseriously or what an artist is\\n{Applause is heai d in the theatre as the Leading Lady\\nenters at centre door.\\nLeading; Lady.\\nTo Leading Man.) Hello, John. What are you doing here?\\nYou are supposed to be now in Holland.\\nLeading; Man.\\nIn the play I am supposed to be in Holland, and it makes no\\ncifference if, personally, I am in hell.\\nLeading; Lady.\\nWh}-, you haven t done so badly.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT. Act II\\n79\\nMn Fulton*\\nHe is sore because the audience didn t take to the scene as he\\nwanted to plav it.\\nRobeH*\\nThe next scene you can play seriously. You are supposed to\\nbe an impulsive and impatient character but in the next scene\\nyou will be in the presence of the lady you are in love with, and,\\nno matter how rough a man is under some circumstances, he can\\nbehave himself like a gentleman. If 3-ou should play that scene\\nin a rough and boisterous manner like the last one, it would be\\nan utter failure, because it would be false and unnatural, for a\\nman, no matter how unpolished he is, in the presence of his lady-\\nlove will be kind and sympathetic. He will hide the rough\\npoints and will make an effort to bring out the finest of his\\nnature.\\nLeadings Man.\\nTo Leading Lady, sotto voce. The way that kid talks gives\\nme a pain. He speaks in a manner that leads one to imagine\\nthat he is great. I should like to know where he learned it all.\\nLeading: Lady*\\nWhat do you want, John No matter if he has learned it\\nnot, he understands it. It is born in him.\\nor\\nLeading: Man,\\nLike you say that you were an actress when you were in your\\ncradle.\\nLeading: Lady*\\nI will be an actress, even when I am in my coffin.\\nLeading Man.\\nCertainly you will be a dead actress. But, why talk this way\\nThe kind of audience that exist to-day don t surprise me at all.\\nLook at a mere understudy little Joe. What a success he made\\nto-day, and how the people roared with laughter at every word he\\nuttered a mere fresh understudy without any schooling or ex-\\nperience.\\nLeading: Lady.\\nI think he deserves it. He w^as clever.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "8o THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act IV.\\nLeading Man.\\nYes, it was pretty good but it was forced and besides, such a\\ngentlemanly role can only be played by an actor who really is a\\ngentleman.\\nLeading Lady.\\nWhat difference does it make He accomplished what was\\nasked of him, and to arouse laughter a man must possess wit\\njust as a man cannot impart virtue if he does not possess virtue.\\nIf he made them laugh, he must possess some of the qualities of a\\ncomedian.\\nLeading Man.\\nNonsense \u00e2\u0080\u0094you can make people laugh by a stick. A cat\\npassing by. You see that cat. Open those two doors pointing\\nto centre), let that cat walk out on to the stage, and they will\\nlaugh more than at all the wit an actor can utter or that a writer\\ncan write.\\n(^Applause is heard inside in tlie tJieatre, and from tlie centre\\ndoor other actors call.\\nActors*\\nCalling. Miss Strong, the Act is over. You are called.\\n^SJie runs out, followed by the Leading Man. Robert\\nand yi^. Vvvto i^i peep out at centre door. The clamor\\noutside indicates great enthusiasm. Pause. Second call\\nfor Leading Lady.\\nRobert.\\nThat is quite encouraging, Mr. Fulton, don t you think so\\nMr. Fulton.\\nThe applause has an earnest and enthusiastic ring. Of course,\\nwe cannot depend entirely upon that people in the theatre are\\napt out of politeness\u00e2\u0080\u0094 to look pleasant, when they are really\\nvery much bored.\\nRobert.\\nSo disappointment and displeasure will not make an American\\naudience discourteous?\\nMr. Fulton.\\nNo. And real merriment give them real pleasure, and they are\\nthe first to appreciate and applaud anything of genuine merit.\\n{Enter Leading Man and Leading Lady, folloiccd by", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act IV. 8i\\nother actors, centre door. As they do so another outburst\\nof applause is heard. They run out again, trying to drag\\nthe Manager out with them\u00e2\u0080\u0094 failing to take him they\\ncry out to the Author who also escapes.\\nMr. Fulton.\\n{To the Actors. No no\u00e2\u0080\u0094 not now. After the second act.\\nThey exit and re-enter three times. Lot of stage hands\\ncome in at the centre door zvith scenery and other para-\\nphernalia.)\\nLeading; Lady.\\nTo Mr. FuiyfON. Mr. Fulton, there is no change in costume\\nfor the next act. Tell the orchestra to play a popular waltz.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nI am very sorry that is against my rules.\\nLeading: Man.\\nTo himself. Oh, damn your rules\\nRobert.\\nRules are only made to be broken. Give them freedom, and\\nthey will play the second act with more pleasure.\\n(Mr. FuIvTon^c^^ to the speakifig-tube and tells the leader to\\nplay a waltz. Leading Lady asks Robert to dance\\nwith her, and there is a general mei riment in which the\\nother actors join, while the stage hands continue to carry\\nscenery iti and out, preparing for the next act. A boy\\nhands a card to Mr. Fui^ton, ivhich he passes over to\\nRobert.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nTo Robert. I think that they are some friends of yours,\\nRobert\\nRobert.\\nTo boy. Show them in, Tom.\\n{Music stops and all the actors disperse in different direc-\\ntions. Boy goes out and returns zuith Mr. Moei^ner\\nand his two daughters.\\nRobert.\\nHello, uncle. [Shakes hands with him, also with his cousins.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "82 THK PLAYWRIGHT, Act I\\\\\\\\\\nThe t a o young ladies are in evening dress. How do you like the\\nplay\\nMr. Moelner,\\nIt was very good, Robert\\nLucy.\\nRobert, truly, I never believed that you were capable of doing\\nsuch work.\\nLena.\\nI never thought that your writings w^ould appeal to so fashion-\\nable and literary an audience.\\nRobert.\\nYou people never believed that I was capable of doing any-\\nthing.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nOf course, you cannot judge the success of a play by the first\\nact but so far, so good.\\nRobert.\\nIf they like my first act, they will like the second, which is\\nT:ietter still.\\nLena.\\nIt is strange. But the greatest applause and enthusiasm came\\nfrom the top.\\nRobert.\\nThat is just what I wanted. They are the real critics. Down-\\nstairs they will look at each other and say, It is clever. On the\\nfirst floor, they will perhaps say, It is good, and give a little\\nencouragement; but on the top, if it is good and they like it, they\\nw^ill applaud until their strength gives out and if you happen to\\n\u00c2\u00abit near one of them, he may offer you some of his peanuts and\\ntell you that it is a hell of a good play it s all right.\\n{Enter Prof. Vowz^s, follozved by Mrs. and Miss Powers,\\nleft door.)\\nRobert.\\nProfessor, let me introduce to you my uncle, Mr. Moelner.\\nUncle, this is Professor Powers, who has kindly consented to be-\\ncome my future father-in-law.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nSo, the Professor has consented. Why, this is a surprise to me.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act IV. 83\\nProf* Powers*\\nBut, Robert is ver}- deserving.\\nMr* Moelner*\\nYes, yes I always liked him lie is in every respect all right,\\nand he would be a very good fellow if it were not for his foolish\\nwritings.\\nProf. Powers.\\nBut, to-night, we all have enjoyed his pla}-.\\nMr* Moelner*\\nThat is right [^Diusingly). We have enjoyed it. I never thought\\nof that that Robert s writings might bring joy to others.\\nRobert*\\nMrs. Powers, allow me to introduce to you my two cousins\\n[turning to Miss Powers and Miss Powers your future cousins,\\nthe Misses Moelner.\\nLucy*\\nDelighted to meet our future cousin [sliakes hands ivit/i her).\\nLena*\\nTo Robert, as she shakes hands also.) Then you are entitled to\\ndouble congratulations. The possible success of j our play and\\nyour assured success with Miss Powers.\\nMiss Powers*\\nHis success as a writer I never doubted and in half an hour\\nmore the people will confirm it.\\nLena*\\nThe first act was pretty good.\\nMrs* Powers*\\nAnd the second act is still better.\\nLucy*\\nBut a very decisive act, for upon it depends the failure or the\\nsuccess of the play.\\nMiss Powers*\\nSuccess beyond a doubt.\\n(Robert zva/ks up and down nervously, and then goes over\\nto the Professor and his Uncle.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "84 THE PIvAYWRIOHT, Act IV.\\nLena*\\nIf it had not been for my father, Robert would never have been\\nrecognized avS a writer.\\nMiss Powers*\\nI understand that your father objected to his writing.\\nLucy*\\nHe only said it but in his heart he meant that he would like\\nto see him succeed as a writer.\\nMiss Powers.\\nOh, I see He objected to it so long as he doubted his success;\\nhad he been sure of that, he might, possibly, have had no objection.\\nRobert.\\nTo the Professor. Did any of the critics drop any remarks\\nabout the first act.\\nProf. Powers.\\nNo they generally reserve their opinions until the next morn-\\ning but the first-nighters seemed to like it.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nThe acting was very good, I think.\\nRobert.\\nWait uncle, till the next act there is where the opportunity for\\nacting comes in.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nI wish you luck, my boy. I am very much interested so far,\\nand will be overjoyed if you succeed for, truly speaking, I never\\nbelieved you to have any capability for such work.\\nProf. Powers.\\nCapability is one thing, but his persistent perseverance is what\\nhe deserves credit for, for the one is useless without the other.\\n{A good many peopte are seen rusliijig out at centre door^\\nand back agahi and a number of actors enter from the\\nleft and go out at the centre door, othei S standing ivait-\\ning for their cues clapping is heard, and one calls\\nThe act is up, and they go out at left door\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the\\nvisitors headed by Professor Powers and Mrs. Pow-\\n?:rs make a rush to go out.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE PI.AYWRIGHT, Act IV. 85\\nMiss Powers,\\n[Aside to tier nwttier as stie goes. Mama, let me stay here. I\\nwant to watch the next act near Robert.\\nTtie Professor and Mrs. Powers exit at rigtit door.\\nRobert,\\n[Aside to tiis uncle By the wa}^, uncle, is my mother in your\\nbox.\\nMr. Mcelner.\\nNo, but I am sure that she is somewhere in the audience. Have\\nyou not seen her here to-night?\\nRobert.\\nI have never seen her since that memorable day that she left\\nthe house.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nYou ought to go out and hunt her up.\\nRobert.\\nI will as soon as this act is started.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nCome Lucy. Come Lena.\\n(Lucy and Lena peep out at ttie audience ttirougti ttie stage.)\\nLucy.\\nTo tier fattier. Oh, what a grand sight the different colors\\nof the ladies dresses make,\\nLena.\\nNow, I can imagine why actors get stage-fright.\\nLucy.\\nIf so many eyes were staring at me at one time, I would be pai-\\nalyzed with fright.\\nLena.\\nTherefore, you are not an actress.\\nLucy.\\nI am glad I am not an actress.\\nMr. Moelner.\\n[Aside to tiis daugtiters, pointing at Robert and Miss Powers.)\\nWhat do you think of them", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "86 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act JV.\\nLucy.\\nI don t see air\\\\yt\\\\\\\\mg great in tier.\\nLena,*\\nShe s odd.\\nMr. Moelner.\\nHe is odd and she is odd. That makes two odds.-\\nLena.\\n(To Lucy.) Anyway, Lucy, he did not think you odd.\\nLucy*\\nI don t care.\\nLena*\\nNow, sister, you will have to be contented with that short, fat,\\nlittle cloakniaker Haynes.\\nLucy.\\nAnd you will have to console yourself with that tall, slim, hun-\\ngry, ugly-looking Doctor Mandel.\\nLena*\\nDo you hear that, Papa\\nMn Moelner*\\nCome now, stop your quarreling.\\nT/iey go a7id offer congratidations to Robert and MiSvS\\nPowers and exit teft door.)\\nMiss Powers.\\nZb Robert.) Fear not, Robert; good fortune has been with\\nus right along it brought us together it gave 3 ou a good mana-\\nger and good actors, and it will take us over this dangerous point\\nin safety.\\nRobert*\\nI wish it were all over; the suspense is terrible.\\nMiss Powers.\\nThe jury will decide in our favor, and then the suspense will be\\nover.\\n{LaugJiler and tlien stiriefcs of laiigliter heard from the\\noutside.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act IV. 87\\nMiss Powers.\\n{Raising her hands. Hear them laugh hear them shriek.\\nRobert.\\n{Excitedly.) I knew it would come knew it was bound to\\ncome. [Spontaneous applause is heard.)\\nThey peep out on stage. 1\\nRobert.\\nThe leading lady is playing grandly she deserves all the credit.\\nMiss Powers,\\nWhat a splendid scene that is\\nRobert.\\nIt is the strongest in the play.\\n{Another outburst of applause is heard, with acclamations of\\napproval. Mr. Fui^tox rushes in right door.)\\nMr. Fulton.\\nTo Robert. The play is a hit beyond a doubt, {embraces him)\\nYou are a success, indeed.\\nRobert.\\nYou and your actors deserve the credit. I only wrote the play,\\nbut your actors bodied forth the characters and have given life\\nand expression to my^ thoughts.\\n{Another outburst of applause is heard from the outside.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nTo Miss Powers shaJ^ing hands. Miss Powers, our under-\\ntaking is a success, indeed. I never saw so enthusiastic a recep-\\ntion given of a play- in all of my twenty-five years of experience.\\n{more applause is heard. You hear that. It is not only spontan-\\neous, but it is enthusiastic and well-meant applause.\\n{A few actors enter at the centre door.\\nFirst Actor.\\nTo manager It s a hit Mr, Fulton.\\nSecond Actor.\\nIt s a success, Mr. Fulton.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "88 THE PLAYWRIGHT, Ad IV.\\nThird Actor.\\nAuthor, it s jjjood.\\nLeading Lady*\\nI have never played to such an enthusiastic crowd in my life.\\nThey simply killed me with kindness. I couldn t speak a line\\nwithout their interrupting me.\\n^l fCii actoj S are dispersed riohi and left, others eome in,\\nand some theatrical paraphernalia are distributed avionir\\nthem, after which they exit through the centre door.\\n{^o^v^vci ivalks lip and down the stage in a state of great\\nnervous excitement.\\nMiss Powers*\\nWhy are you so nervous and excited, Robert, now that you see\\nthe play is a success beyond any doubt\\nRobert*\\nWhat see and hear to-night was in my imagination for}-ears.\\nThe realization makes me nervous. The pleasure to-night re-\\nminds me of all the six years of anxiety that I endured hoping\\nagainst hope without a word of consolation from anyone. I re-\\nmember the da3^s of patient waiting while the very same play\\nthat you have seen to-night was in the managers hands for\\nweeks and months and then returned with the usual regrets\\nI am sorry c. And it was so often repeated, that those\\nregrets are fixed in my ears all time and I cannot realize\\nthat what I hear to-night actually is the realization of my hopes.\\nIs it true\\nMiss Powers*\\nYes, it is true, Robert as true as my love.\\n(Miss Powers puts her anus around Robert s neck and\\novercome by her emotion 7ceeps. He consoles her.\\nApplause is heard tremendous and continued enthu-\\nsiastic and prolonged. Actors rush in and out they all\\ncry to Mr. Fur/fON Mr. Fur/roN\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ^7 /;z7 Con-\\ngratulations, Mr. Fui/roN. It s a great hit.\\nMiss Powers*\\nRobert you had better come out from here. Come and sit in\\nour box.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act IV\\\\ 89\\nRobert.\\nYou will excuse me, I must go look for my mother. She is\\nsomewhere in the audience.\\n{They exit left door. A voice is heard behind the scenes.\\nTurn up the lights no, no, I mean make the house dark.\\nAnother Voice*\\nMore light. What do you sit there for are you asleep?\\n{A feiv actors enter and having bee^i given some para-\\nphernalia^ some of them go to the right and some of them\\nto left.\\nVoices are heard behind the scenes, indicating great excite-\\nment gunshots are heard on the stage bell rings, and\\nthe curtain goes dozen amidst great applause.\\n{Leading man and leading lady eitter at the centre door\\nmanager appears at the right door.\\nLeading Man and Leading; Lady*\\nTogether.) It s a great hit, Mr. Fulton.\\nMr* Fulton.\\nI am proud of 3 ou, Miss Strong. It was the best work that I\\nhave ever seen you do.\\nMiss Strongf.\\nYou must thank the author. It was his line, that gave me\\ninspiration.\\nMr* Fulton*\\nTo leading man. It was very good John. Very well done.\\nI am proud of you.\\nUninterrnpted applanse indicates a call.\\nMr\u00c2\u00ab Fulton.\\nIt s a call.\\n{Leading man and l\u00c2\u00abdy, and one or two others go out.\\nAnother call. Leading man and lady go ont. A third\\ncall Miss Strong ^^(9^j out alone.)\\nAnother outburst of applause.\\nMiss Strongf.\\n{Running in.) A call for you, Mr. Fulton.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "90 THE PLAYWRUxHT, Ad IV.\\nMn Fulton*\\nWhere is the author? Where is the author\\nA Voice,\\nI just saw him go out.\\nAnother Voice.\\nHe must be among the audience.\\nMr. Fulton.\\nTo stage hand. Go look for him, Jim. Go and look for him,\\nquick.\\nMiss Strong:.\\nCome, Mr. Fulton. You go out and show yourself.\\n(Mr. Fui^ton resists, trying to luait for Robert, but they\\npush him out before them through the centre door.\\nApplause subsides, and cries are heard from the house of\\nVoices.\\nAuthor^ Author Speech\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Speech\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Author\\nThey re-enter centre door.)\\nMr. Fulton.\\nIs the author here\\nA Voice.\\nI can t find him He is in the audience.\\nAnother Voice.\\nHe is coming. He is coming,\\nMr. Fulton.\\nWhere has he been\\nJim.\\nI found him in the street; walking without a hat.\\nA Voice.\\nThe author is here.\\n(Robert ^wzf^r.? they seize him and in spite of his resist-\\nance they push him out. Tremendous applause is heard,\\nwith cries of Speech! Speech f He re-enters with\\nfiozuers, and is decollated liy the manager luith a lureath\\nof laurel. The 7vhole stage is crowded icith members of", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE PLAYWRIGHT, Act IV. 91\\nthe company and musicians. The musicians zuith in-\\nstruments under their arms offer their congrattUations.\\nThe voice of Mrs. Mockart is heard outside).\\nMrs. Mockart*\\n(^At left door. Let me in Let me in He is my boy my\\nboy He is my son\\nRobert.\\nLet her in. It is my mother. Let her in, I say She is my\\nmother my mother\\n(Mrs. Mockart enters left, and rustling to Robert falls\\nweeping into his arms. Mr. M0E1.NER and Jiis daugh-\\nters stand at tJie left of Robert. The Professor and\\nhis wife and Emiey stand at rigJit. Mrs. Mockart\\ntaties Bmiey by t/ie hand bikings tier over to Robert.\\nTJiey embrace as the curtain goes down.\\nthe end.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "PART II\\nHIS PARTNER S WIFE", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNERS WIFE\\nA PLAY\\nIn Three Acts\\n6C82 4\\nBy LEONARD LAN DBS\\nCfuDitbcrs Fihif., Publishers and Pii)iteys.\\nLibrary of Con^jress\\nTwo Copies Received\\njUt5L|i900\\nNo\\nZd\\nCOPY.\\n2nd Copy Delivered to\\nORDER DIVISION\\nJUL 23 19 00", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "CHARACTERS.\\nMr. John Burnett {a retired New York merchant; age ss)-\\nMr. George Burnett [his son, senior partner of the fiivi of\\nBurnett Lederman age 31).\\nMr. Emii. Lederman (J2inior partner of Btirnett Lederman\\nDr. Morton {a Xezu York physician age 35).\\nMr. Russeli. uian of the world age 40).\\nMr. John Ai.eEn \\\\a banker age 30).\\nMr. a. Thompson [a Xew York banker age 60).\\nMr. H. BeIvI^Ew (rt representative of the National Bank; age 48).\\nMr. F. Keen {representative of a luholesale Dry Goods firm\\nage 30).\\nMr. Ferguson {manager firm Burnett Lederman age 38).\\nServant {Jlale).\\nMrs. Louise Burnett [^wife of George Burnett age 2g).\\nMrs. ARI.INGTON {a friend of the Burnetts age 4g).\\nMiss Jui.ia Ari^ington {her daug/Iter age ig).\\nMrs. Ci,ark {a widoiu age 34).\\nEVEI.YN Burnett ia daughter of fohn Burnett age 24).\\nPlace New York.\\nTime During the winter of 188\u00e2\u0080\u0094.\\nAction of the play occurs during the space of a few weeks.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "FIRST ACT.\\nHouse; of Mr. Gno Burnett, Jr., West 72D St. Drawing\\nRoom. December.\\nSECOND ACT.\\nReception Room. Mr. Geo. Burnett, Jr. s house. Two\\nweeks eater.\\nTHIRD ACT.\\nLibrary. Mr. Geo. Burnett, Jr. s house. One week eater.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad I.\\nACT FIRST.\\nDrawing 7^00111 ofM. RS. Burnktt, Jr s hoitse. Luxuriously\\nfurnished and brilliantly lighted. At rise of curtain,\\nmusic is heard. Guests are seen to move to and fro in\\nthe rear. Mrs. Burnett, a woman of twenty-nine\\nyears rather tall, brunette, refined, handsome, of stately\\ncommanding presence, enters quickly C. left followed by\\nMr. RusseIvI., C. right.\\nMfs\u00c2\u00bb Burnett\\n{Indignant.) Why will you persist in following me, Mr. Rus-\\nsell? (Mr. RussEi T^z/^?^zf.) Everyone is noticing it. {Pause.)\\nMr* Russell\\nDon t you care to dance, Mrs. Burnett?\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{Pleasantly. No.\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nMr. Russell\\nThe music is so inviting.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nI don t care, to dance thank 3-ou.\\nMr. Russell\\nBut you would care to dance if Mr. Lederman asked you.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nMr. Ivcderman is my husband s partner\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and, besides, I am at\\nliberty to dance with whom I please, Mr. Russell.\\nMr. Russell\\nCertainly but you will not dance with me?\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{Emphatically.) No\\nMr. Russell\\n{With force.) Then I will follow you.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "2 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act L\\nMrs* Burnett\\n{Astonished.) Really you are making yourself very obnoxious.\\nMr. Russell\\nIndeed but, if you will remember, there was a time when you\\nconsidered your entertainments incomplete without my presence\\nhave you forgotten that time\\nMrs* Burnett\\nAh that was a long time ago.\\nMr* Russell\\nIt was only last winter.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n[Enipliaticalty sha/zing hei^ head.) I do not remember.\\nMr. Russell\\nDo you remember the summer we first met when we used to\\nsit in a secluded corner of the piazza admiring the mountains\\ncounting the stars until after midnight and if I failed to call on\\nyou one single evening, the next day I was overwhelmed with\\nmessages telegrams\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and\\nMrs. Burnett\\nWhy refer to that foolishness now\\nMr. Russell\\nBecause you used the word obnoxious.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{In a qidet tone after slight panse.) I admit we were friends\\nonce but you cannot force me to continue our friendship Time\\npasses\u00e2\u0080\u0094 things change.\\nMr. Russell\\nOf course they have changed especially since Mr. Lederman\\nbecame your idol.\\nMr. Burnett\\n{Indignant.) How dare you say that (Mr. RusSKi^iy /a?^^7z^\\nand walJis around the room.) Mr. Russell, you had the imperti-\\nnence to come here this evening without being invited.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, ^r/ 3\\nMr* Russell\\n{Insolently.) Yes! I was not invited that is just the reason\\nTf^ I came.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nNow I ask you to leave at once or I will tell Mr, Burnett and\\nyou know well he is not a man to be played with.\\nMu Russell\\n{With gesture of scorn.) Go and tell him if you please and\\n5 our party will then end in a scandal.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nYou can t frighten me.\\nMr. Russell\\nI don t want to frighten you but you know well I can\u00e2\u0080\u0094 with a\\nfew words open the eyes of the world.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nAnd with a few words I can bring to a close your impertinence\\nbesides who would believe your unsupported statement?\\nMr. Russell\\nI have something that will corroborate my words,\\nMrs. Burnett\\nYou would not dare.\\nMr. Russell\\nAh, my dear, you do not know what a man will do when he is\\ncast aside for no cause whatever.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nThere is no cause, and that s all there is about it, and if you\\nthink you can force me to continue our friendship you will be\\ngreatly mistaken. {Leaves the room zvith defiant air; as she is\\nabout to exit at the center right, Mrs. Ci.ark and Mrs. Ari^ing-\\nTON enter C. left. When Mrs. Burnktt sees them she re-enters\\nand advances tozuards Mrs. Ari^ington, Mrs. Arlington, you\\nare interested in the children s hospital, I believe?\\nMrs. Arlingfton\\nYes verv much.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "4 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nI have just told Mr. Russell that I propose to send the flowers\\nwith which I decorated my house to the hospital to-morrow.\\nMrs, Arlington*\\nThat s very kind of you.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nI shall also send my yearly contribution at the same time.\\nMrs* Arlington\\nThank 3 ou, ever so much.\\n(Mrs. Ch^^ K. perceives Mr, RussEr.!. and goes tozaards him.)\\nMrs* Ciark*\\nAh Mr. Russell, so late.\\nMr* Russell\\nIt is better late than never, Mrs. Clark.\\nMrs* Clark\\nBill we missed an after-dinnertalk\u00e2\u0080\u0094 which is always so amusing.\\nMr* Russell\\nWa ^caerman not there\\nMrs* Clark\\nYes and he appeared to be Mrs. Burnett s most favored guest.\\n(Mrs. ARi.[NGTON/),?;r^/z ^5 Mr. Russe:i.i..\\nMrs* Arlington\\nAh, Mr. Russell where have 3 ou been We missed 3^our in-\\nteresting stories this evening.\\nMrs* Clark\\nReally, your absence was felt.\\nMr* Russell\\nOh my absence was compensated for by Mr. Lederman s pre-\\nsence. {Tuiniiiig fozuai dyi RS. Burnett.) Is not that so, Mrs.\\nBurnett?\\nMrs, Burnett\\n{Speaking sharply.) I don t understand you, Mr. Russell.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I. 5\\nMr, Russell\\n{Staniniei iJig.) I mean to sa}- I am very sorry I was so late,\\nfor I had a new story to tell which I think would have interested\\nyou all.\\nMrs, Clark\\nYou may yet have an opportunity^ to tell it this evening.\\nMr\u00c2\u00ab Russell\\nI will not {Laughi?igiy).\\nMrs. Clark\\nWhy not, Mr. Russell\\nMr. Russell\\nThe story is too allegoric I fear no one would understand me.\\n{Laughter. Mrs. Burnett laughs in artificial and forced\\ntone.- Mesdames Clark and Arlington seat them-\\nselves upon sofa. Mrs. Burnett goes up to Mr. Rus-\\nsell -/zV/r/zifi- his arm spitefully takes his arm and\\nexits C. L.)\\nMrs. ^lark\\nGazi)ig after Mrs. Burnett.) Is she not beautiful\\nMrs* Arlington\\nYes, she is a beautiful woman.\\nMrs. Clark\\nThere s no doubt she s a very clever woman.\\nMrs. Arlington\\nAnd a very charitable one and so refined.\\nMrf\u00c2\u00bb Clark\\nAnd yet they say her mother was onh a music-hall dancer.\\nMrs. Arlington\\n[Astonished.) But, Mrs. Burnett was no dancer. She had the\\nbest education that wealth could provide, and her father was of an\\nexcellent familv.\\nMrs. Clark\\nThat is true but her father made a mistake in his life for which\\nhis family suffers and may suffer for generations yet to come.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "6 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad I.\\nMrs* Aflingfton\\nAnd what was that unpardonable mistake\\nMrs. Clark\\nThe story goes that when he was quite young he visited Paris\\nthere he met and became infatuated with a French danseuse and\\nreturned to America with her as his wife. His family made the\\nbest of the matter and received her cordially, but she disgraced\\nthem squandered his wealth\u00e2\u0080\u0094 drove him to an early grave, and,\\nfinally, her mother ended her days in an asylum.\\nWhile Mrs. CIvArk is speaking Mrs. ArIvTNGTOn makes\\ngestures of protest.)\\n{Sarcastically.) Mrs. Burnett is a daughter of this dancer.\\nMrs* Arlington\\nIt is very sad but Mrs. Burnett cannot be blamed. She was\\nnot consulted, nor could she choose who her father and mother\\nshould be.\\nMrs, Clark\\nNo, of course not but she resembles her mother in appearance\\nand manners.\\nMrs* Arlington\\nWell, what of that?\\nMrs* Clark\\nOh, nothing nothing {In a different tone. Mr. Russell has\\nsome new stories to tell and there are queer rumors afloat. (Mrs.\\nARI.INGTON looks at Mrs. C1.ARK scomfully. But what of that.\\nMr. Burnett is as much in love with her as if they had been mar-\\nried five weeks instead of five years, and, after all, it is nobody s\\nbusiness but their own.\\nMrs* Arlington\\nIt is peculiar, Mrs. Clark, that you seem to know everything.\\nMrs* Clark\\nYes, I take a slight interest in everything.\\nMrs* Arlington\\nAt the present day it is a waste of time to take an interest in\\nanything. {Rises.\\n(Mr. IvKderman and Miss Juwa Ari^ington enter from\\nC. left.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad I. 7\\nMrs- Clark\\n{Rising from sofa.) Mr. Lederman, will j-ou escort me to Mrs.\\nBurnett\\nMr. Lederman.\\nCertainl3^ (Mrs. Ci.ark takes Mr. Lederman s arm and they\\nexit C. L.)\\nMrs* Arlm\u00c2\u00a7:ton\\nJulia, has Dr. Morton improved in dancing\\nJulia\\nYes, Mamma.\\nMrs* Arlington\\nAnd how many times did he dance with 3- ou\\nJulia\\nNot even once.\\nMrs. Arlingfton\\n{Surprised. Not even once\\nJulia\\nWith a sigh. No he speaks to me but dances with others.\\nMrs* Arlington\\nYou were quarreling\\nJulia\\nNo yes no\u00e2\u0080\u0094 that is, he wrote me a letter the other da}- which\\nI did not like, and, therefore, I have not answered it\\nMrs. Arlington\\nI thought so. You are like your friend Evel}^ the moment a\\nyoung man shows you any attention that s the end of it. (Earn-\\nestly.) Julia, such men as Dr. Morton are not to be found every\\nday.\\nJulia\\nSh Mamma Mr. Burnett and Evelyn are coming.\\n(Mr. Burnett, Sr., ajid Evelyx enter from R. D.)\\nMrs* Arlington\\nJust the person I want to see. Evelyn, why are ou always\\naround your father?\\nEvelyn\\nI suppose it s because I have only one father.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "8 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I.\\nMrs. Arlington\\nBut, in an affair of this kind, you owe a certain duty to the\\nyoung man,\\nEvelyn\\n[Laughingly. I believe you envy me my father s society.\\nMrs. Arlington\\nYou misjudge me but it vexes me to see you tantalize such a\\nnoble fellow as Mr. Lederman\\nEvelyn\\nI don t think that I tantalize him.\\nMrs* Arlington\\nAfter dinner you deserted the poor fellow, and\\nEvelyn\\nMrs. Arlington, please, I don t care to\\n{lB,Yn~i.Yi^ crosses over to Jui.ia. Mr. Burnett approaches\\nMrs. ARI.INGTON\\nMr, Burnett\\nIt is not her fault. My George is the cause of it all. For some\\nunknown reasons he dislikes Mr. Lederman and endeavors to\\nprejudice her against him. She heeds him rather than me.\\nMrs. Arlington\\nThat s too bad. {Calling, sharply. Evelyn\\nEvEivYN approaches.\\nMrs. Arlington\\nI have known Robert Lederman for years. He is a remarkable\\nman in every respect. Listen to your father and to me.\\nEvelyn\\nI am in no haste. I have time to wait.\\nMrs, Arling;ton\\nMy dear, if you wait too long you may fall asleep.\\nEvelyn\\n[Laughingly. I will take care that shall not be the case with", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act 9\\nMrs. Aflingfton\\nBe careful, as I have known many people to fall asleep while\\nthey thought they were wide awake.\\nEvelyn\\nHave you not a personal motive in giving me this advice\\nMfs\u00c2\u00bb Arlington\\nNone that will harm you.\\n(Mrs. Burnett and Mrs. Arlington exit C. rig /it.)\\nJulia\\nTake my mother s advice everybody knows your brother\\nGeorge has a grudge against Lederman and for that matter\\nagainst anybody who has more brains than he.\\nEvelyn\\nYou are not certain that my brother is totally wrong, and your\\nmother is right.\\nJulia\\nNo. {Long pause.) I have a letter from Dr. Morton which I\\nw^ould like you to read. He mentions your name several times,\\nand as I cannot understand what he means, will you please read\\nit for me.\\nEvelyn\\nWhy, certainly. {]vi.iA hands 1^\\\\%-l,y-^ the letter. Evelyn is\\nin deep thought and suddenly asks With whom has Mr. Leder-\\nman danced\\nJulia\\nOnce with me\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but Mrs. Clark has just secured him for a\\npartner.\\nEvelyn\\nMrs. Clark What is Mrs. Clark\\nJulia\\nA widow with a quarter of a million.\\nEvelyn\\nUmph Let s read the letter.\\nThey seat themselves upon the sofa. EvEiyVN reads.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "lo HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act 1.\\nEvelyn\\n[Reading. My dear Miss Arlington [drops hand holding let-\\nter to her side. Has Mr. L^ederman danced with Mrs. Burnett\\nJulia\\nNo.\\nEvelyn\\nHave you noticed if he was anxious to dance with her\\nJulia\\nI have noticed that he is avoiding her.\\nEvelyn\\nAvoids her Just have an eye on him and see if you are right\\nJulia\\nEvelyn, you do him a great injustice.\\n(IvKDERMAN enters quickly C. L.; Evklyn, as soon as she\\nsees him, throws letter bacfi of sofa Jui^ia rises and goes\\nto the right Evei.yn sits on center of sofa then looks\\ntowards Mr. LEderman and moves towards the left.\\nHe takes the hint and goes and sits near her.\\n[]vij.A goes slowly and noiselessly and gets letter from back\\nof the sofa.)\\nEvelyn\\nMr. Lederman, I am a new woman.\\nLcderman\\n[Smiling.) Yes. [Looks cautiously around room.) It does not\\nmatter. To me all women are perfect. Especially she whom I\\nlove.\\nEvelyn\\nHow nice. [Rises from sofa. Jui.ia shows tier the letter they\\nlaugh and leave the room C. L. Lederman looks after them -with\\npuzzled air. Mrs. Burnett enter C. R. Lederman sighing\\ndeeply.)\\nMrs* Burnett\\nYou sigh as though 5 ou were in love.\\nLederman\\nSo I am, but, unfortunately, my love is not returned.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I. ii\\nMrs* Burnett\\n{Laughs.) I don t know about that. Why have you returned\\nall my letters\\nLederman\\n{Emphatically. Your letters I will certainly return always.\\nMrs. Burnett.\\nMrs, Burnett\\nWith downcast eyes. Why are you frightened at a letter from\\na woman\\nLederman\\nOh, no, no but 3 ou are the wife of my partner and friend.\\n{He starts to leave the room.\\nMrs* Burnett\\n{Calling after him.) Mr. Lederman, did you receive a letter\\nfrom me to-day\\nLederman\\nYes, but I haven t opened it.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nIt s only an invitation for an afternoon tea. (LEDERMAN is silent.\\nMrs. Burnett loo/iS beseecliingly into his eyes. Mr. Lederman,\\nsurely you will come\\nLederman\\nI am sorry, but I have a business engagement.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nThen come later but only come. (LEDerman silent. Say that\\nyou will come and I will turn the very air of my house into\\nperfume.\\nLederman\\nNo, I will not come. Pardon me {He again starts to leave\\nMrs. Burnett she detains him by grasping his arm.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nReally, you are a mysterious man.\\nLederman\\nAnd vou a mysterious woman.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "12 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad I.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{Changing the subject.) Have you enjoyed yourself this\\nevening\\nLederman\\nYes, very much.\\nMrs, Burnett\\n(Laughing. Mr. lyederman, will you dance with me?\\n(Mr. George Burnett enters C. R. E.)\\nLederman\\nPerhaps Mr. Burnett has come to ask you for a dance.\\nGeorge\\nTo IvEDERMAN. I prefer that she should not dance.\\nLederman\\nWith a boiv. Pardon me. {Exit C. L.)\\nGeorge\\nYou seemed startled when I entered.\\nMrs* Burnett\\n{Constr-ainedly.) Oh no, what an idea\\nGeorge\\n(Z.6 6 IvEDERMAN, C. L.) He is a man who if given\\nan inch of encouragement by a woman will take an ell of liberty.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nWhat are you talking about\\nGeorge\\nWhat did he say to you\\nMrs, Burnett\\nMr. Lederman is a gentleman and always speaks as a gentleman\\nshould.\\nGeorge\\nIvCt him be careful if he doesn t [Pause in different tojie.)\\nIt surprises me that he is here this evening.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nI invited him and shall do so whenever I choose.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I. 13\\nGeofgfe\\nI have special reasons wh}- he should not be invited.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nYour father insists I should invite him.\\nGeorge\\nLouisa, my father has nothing to sa}^ here. It is always a good\\npolicy not to be socially intimate with people with whom one has\\nbusiness dealings.\\nMrs, Burnett\\nHe was always invited since I have known you why this sud-\\nden change?\\nGeorgfe\\n{Sharply.) That s my affair.\\n(Burnett, Sr., enters R. D.)\\nMrs, Burnett\\nExcuse me, I must see that the punch is served. {Exit R. D.)\\nBurnett, Sr,\\nI suppose this evening s costly entertainment has for its object\\nto surpass all of those of your friends.\\nGeorgfe\\nWhat of that I can afford to do so.\\nBurnett, Sr*\\nYou cannot and if you continue in this style I predict you will\\nsoon be a bankrupt.\\nGeorge\\nOh, father, please don t meddle with my affairs.\\nBurnett, Sr.\\nI shouldn t were I convinced you were doing right, but I hear\\nyou are speculating with the firm s money. (George silent.)\\nLedermau knows it and has hinted to me that he does not like it.\\nGeorge\\n{Sneeringly Such impertinence But just what may be ex-\\npected from an errand boy promoted to a junior partnership.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "14 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I.\\nBarnett, St*\\nWhatever he was, he has as much interest in the firm to-day as\\nyou have and let me tell you, it s to the work of this errand boy\\nthat we owe our Western and Southern trade. Had I not taken\\nhim into the firm he would have started a business of his own and\\ntaken away all of our trade.\\nGeor\u00c2\u00a7:e\\nFather, let s drop the matter. This is neither the time nor the\\nplace for such a talk.\\nBurnett, Sr.\\nVery well {Pause.)\\nGeorge\\nI will show you that in six months from to-day the firm will\\nexist without Lederman.\\nBurnett, St*\\nThat will never be as long as I live. {Pause In the start you\\nwent along together nicely. The trouble lies now in that you\\nhave a swelled head and you want Lederman to follow your\\ntactics but he knows more about the business than you will\\nknow in all your life, and, if you cannot agree with him, I will\\nenter the firm again.\\nGeorgfe\\nI know your motive Evelyn but that will never be.\\nBurnett, Sr,\\nI don t know about that.\\nGeorge\\nFather, you don t know this man s private character you know\\nhim only in business you will soon see him in his true color. If\\nmy suspicions should prove correct I will show him no mercy.\\nHe shall be disgraced before everybody.\\nBurnett, St*\\nWhat nonsense are you talking\\nTwo male servants enter D. R. They wear black plush\\nknee breeches, black silk stockings, gilt garters, bring in\\npunch bowl, etc., to serve p^mch.)\\n{Music ceases laughter and voices are heard and guests e^iter\\nthrough R. C. and L C. doors; Dr. Morton, Juwa and", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "HIvS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I. 15\\nBVEI.YN, and Mr. RusseIvI Mrs Ari^ington and\\nMrs. Z hKBJ^folloiving. Punch is served.)\\nMrs- Clark\\nCome, Mr. Russell, tell us something.\\nMr. Russell\\nI told you all the stories I knew.\\nMrs. Aflingfton\\nMr. Russell, tell us a story a true story.\\nEverybody\\nA story, Mr. Russell, a story\\nA Gentleman\\nWe must appoint Mr. Russell our official story-teller.\\nMr* Russell\\n{In the center of room holding glass of punch in hand address-\\ning himself to everybody loudly.) When I was in South Africa,\\nI heard of a liquid the Zulus have {looking at his punch.) It\\nlooks just like this punch and has the virtue of discovering a\\ncriminal.\\nLederman\\nThat s interesting, if true.\\nBurnett, Sr*\\nIt would save us much trouble and expense if we had such a\\nliquid.\\nMr. Russell\\nWhen any one is suspected of a crime, and there is no proof of\\nhis guilt, let us say, for example, a wife is accused of faithless-\\nness, this punch is given her to drink. If she is innocent, the\\nliquid is harmless if she be guilty, it causes her great agony and\\nputs her to torture. At the least sign of pain or suffering, the\\npublic assembled cry out that she is guilty, and the woman is\\ncondemned to death.\\nMrs, Burnett\\nHow cowardly\\nMr. Russell\\nNo it s a very good idea.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "i6 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I.\\nBurnett, St*\\nA very good idea indeed but so barbarous.\\n{Laughter.\\nDf* Morton\\nSuppose, Mr. Russell, this Zulu punch, if I may so call it, is\\ngiven to a person who is not accused of a crime at all, and it\\ncauses him torture.\\nMr* Russell\\nBut it doesn t. Dr. Morton it s strange, but it s a fact.\\nDr\u00c2\u00bb Morton\\nBut suppose it does\\nMr* Russell\\nThen the person is guilty of a crime and is so condemned by\\nthe public.\\nBurnett, Sr*\\nHow many fools constitute a public in Zululand\\nMr* Russell\\nI don t know you must ask the English that question.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nI would like to know if Mr. Russell drank any of this magic\\nfluid himself.\\nMr* Russell\\nNo\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I only heard of it.\\nMrs* Burnett\\n\\\\Sneeringly. What a pity General laugliter.\\nDr* Morton\\nMy opinion of this punch-colored mixture is that it is harmless,\\nbut in case they desire to condemn a man, poison is put into it\\nsome poison which causes intense pain. If it is their desire to\\nproclaim him innocent, they do not drug the mixture, just as in\\nour country, when certain unscrupulous men wish to condemn\\nothers, they invent a mixture of lies but a mixture of lies is\\nharmless.\\nMr* Russell\\nI am going to tell you something more interesting and which I\\nsaw with my own eyes. When I was in India, in the city of", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I. 17\\nCalcutta, I with two friends one a German and the other an\\nEnglish merchant. At a fair we met an Indian magician. Our\\nEnglish friend begged him to show us an example of his won-\\nderous power. The magician asked him what he most desired to\\nsee. He answered a glimpse of his home. The magician, after\\npondering a while, asked for some small sticks and colored hand-\\nkerchiefs. These being given him, he beckoned to us to follow\\nhim to a distant field. There he drove the sticks into the ground\\nplaced a handkerchief upon them, and in a moment, in some\\nmysterious way, there arose a large tree upon the spot. My\\nEnglish friend turned pale, began to tremble and cried out\\nDon t you see! Don t you see! We replied that we saw a\\ntree but he became more violent, crying: Can t you see that\\ncoward? Don t you see anj-thing but the tree We answered\\nwe could see nothing but the tree. Then he began to laugh in an\\nhysterical manner. Look look can t you see a woman sitting\\nnear the tree That is m}^ wife. And j^ou see a man by her\\nside holding her hand That is the man whom I made what he\\nis The coward wants to destroy my home. Open the windows\\nOpen the doors I he cried, let in some fresh air. Don t you\\nsmell the poisonous gas that surrounds them, and with these\\nwords he fell into a faint from which he did not recover for three\\nhours.\\n(An impressive silence follon S.)\\nGeorge\\nFather, what does he mean\\nBurnett, St*\\nHe means nothing. Don t you see he s less then a fool.\\nMr. Russell\\nAnother remarkable thing about this tree was that its leaves\\nwere so large that a carriage and a pair of horses could go under\\neach,\\nBurnett, Sr*\\n[Sarcastically. 1 And how high was the tree, Mr. Russell?\\nMr* Russell\\n{Confused and stammering t-w^-o two feet.\\nEverybody\\nWith incredulous surprise.) Two feet?", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "i8 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad I.\\nMr* Russell\\n{More confused. No no twelve feet.\\nEverybody\\n{Same action and langhing.) Twelve feet?\\nMr* Russell\\n{In desperation.) No no two thousand feet.\\n{Prolonged laughter and jeers from everybody.\\n(Mrs. Ci.A.^is. pnlls Mr. Rjjssi^^.Vs sleeve and he drops the\\nglass of punch to the floor.\\nBurnett, Sr*\\n{Laughingly.) Friends, you know our tongues are situated in\\na moist place, and, therefore, likely to slip, so we must forgive\\nMr. Russell for his slippery tongue. {Laughter.)\\n[Guests leave the room to the R. and L. Mr. Russei.1/\\nremains standing upon the spot zvhere he dropped the\\nglass.\\nGeorgfe\\nMr. Russell, you must go around the world again and see if you\\ncan t find something that will make a wise man out of a fool.\\nMr* Russell\\nWe sometimes play the fool to make another man wise,\\n{Quickly. I would advise you to go around the world and see if\\nyou can find something that will make a blind man see,\\n{Exit George.\\n(Mr. RusseIvIv approaches the punch boiul and helps himself\\nto glass after glass of ptuich drinks quickly, one glass\\nafter another, sighs deeply.\u00e2\u0080\u0094 M.VL.S. Burnett re-enters\\nthe room.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nYou have succeeded admirably in making yourself the laughing\\nstock of all my guests.\\nMr* Russell\\nI m not so sure of that.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nWhy everyone laughed at you.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act L 19\\nMr* Russell\\nOnl}^ apparently. They understood what I meant.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nThey clearly understood that you were either a fool or a knave.\\nMr* Russell\\nPerhaps they did but they will change their minds when I have\\nan opportunity to give the sequel of my story.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nThat you will never have. I opened everybody s door for you.\\nI shall now see that they are closed and very tightly too.\\n(Mr. RuSvSELi, laughs ivalks about the room. Pause.)\\nMr. Russell\\nBe careful that the doors are not closed to you as well.\\n(Mrs Burnktt i-emains stauding in deep thought. A\\nSe;rvant enters to remove the tray, etc.)\\nMrs. Burnett\\nJohn\\nServant\\nYes, madam.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nMr. Russell s hat and coat.\\nServant\\nYes, madam, [Exits.)\\n(Mr. Russet. I. and Mrs. Burnett looJz at each other in\\nsilence. Servant reappears ivith Mr. Russei^l S hat\\nand coat. RussEivL boivs courteously to Mrs. Burnett\\nand exits R. C. Mrs. Burnett exits R. D Room\\nremains empty for a minute music is again heard.\\nMr. Lederman and EveIvYN enter C. L.)\\nLederman\\nWill you have some punch, Miss Burnett\\nEvelyn\\nYes. (EvEivYN seats Jierself on sofa and Mr. Lederman hands\\nher a glass ofptinch. SJie drintzs it. Was not Mr. Russell s story\\nthis evening rather queer?", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "20 HrS PARTNER vS WIFE, Act I.\\nLederman\\nIt is the greatest inventive lie I have ever heard, and if a lie has\\nany weight he could kill all India with it. {Both laugh.\\nEvelyn\\nBut there was such a depth of sincerity in his narration\\nLederman\\nYes, that s just the point. He reminds me of the hero of your\\nstory, the Captain Knight, whom you describe as having such\\nblood-curdling adventures in South America, and who, as it was\\nafterwards proved, had never been more than a hundred miles\\nfrom his native town. {Both lau^h.) If I had any ability to\\nwrite, I would take Mr. Russell with his lie story and make an-\\nother lie story out of it. Bvki^yn laughs heartily.\\nEvelyn\\nThat s a good suggestion there is enough material. I am\\nsurprised that you remember the hero of my story.\\nLfderman\\n{Sentimentally.) Would you not have been more surprised\\ncould I have forgotten it\\nEvelyn\\nOh, I\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLederman\\nI know it almost by heart and I bought a copy of every new\\nedition.\\nEvelyn\\n{Laughingly.) Then you are well supplied with waste paper.\\n(Jur^iA ArIvINGTOn enters from C. R. E. but upon discover-\\ning EVEI.YN and Mr. LiiDKRMAN she retreats.)\\n{Anticipating Julia s intention to withdraiv.) What is it, Julia?\\nCome in.\\nJulia\\nYour brother George wants to see you.\\nEvelyn\\nVery well.\\n(Julia exits L. C. Evelyn remains a feiv moments in\\ndeep thought rises.\\nPardon me, Mr. Lederman\\n{As she reaches the door she notes Lederman s air of dejec-", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad I. 21\\niioji. and taking from her bouquet at her belt arose,\\nreturns and offers it to him. Lederman ^rt^-*?^ at her\\nluith rapture.\\nLe derma n\\nI know exaclly what your brother wishes to say to you.\\nEvelyn\\n{Laughin;rly. Reall}-, I did not know that you were a mind-\\nreader.\\nLederman\\nHowever. I will bid you good night.\\nEvelyn\\nLederman\\nDo you want me to stay\\n[^She looks at him. After a long pause she takes the whole\\nbouquet of roses from her belt, thrusts it into his hands\\na?id leaves the room R. C Lederman sighs deeply,\\nand helps himself to more punch. Mrs. Burnett\\nenters from_ the right sees LEderman she gives a\\nstart of pleasure. After looking cautiously around, to\\nsee if they are entirely alone, she appi^oaches Lederman,\\nwho has his back towards her, and slips one of her\\nhands into one of his. Takes quickly a glass of punch.)\\nMrs* Burnett\\nTriumphantly. To the health of Mr. Robert Lederman.\\n[Lederman looks at her zuith mingled astonishment and dis-\\ngust and starts to leave. She holds him back.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nYou must drink a glass to my health.\\n(EvEEYN enters the room, and when she sees INIrs. Burnett\\na?id Lederman, 5/?i? retreats. Lederman drinks punch\\nto satisfy Mrs. Burnett a7id then starts to go again. As\\nhe is about to go she makes motion as if to embrace him.\\nHe seizes her by both arms and violently throws her\\nfrom him upon the sofa.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a222 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad I.\\nLederman\\nMadam you are drunk with passion.\\n{Exits quickly R C. When he throiusM.^ Burnett 6 w\\nhim, one of his cuffs is lost and falls under the sofa.\\nBvELYN enters and remains standing like a statue and\\nlooks at Mrs. Burnett in silence. George enters and\\nseeing his luife upon the sofa runs to her.)\\nGeorge\\nWhat has happened to you, my dear\\n(Mrs. Burnett is silent seeing his sister.)\\nGeorge\\nWhat has happened here, Evelyn {She trembles, hut gives no\\nreply. George rushes to C. door. Calling, C.) Dr. Morton I\\nDr. Morton\\n(Dr. Morton enters hurriedly, followed by a few guests\\nDr. Morton goes toward Mrs. Burnett.\\nDr. Morton.\\nSome water some water. There is no danger it s nothing.\\nGeorge\\nTo KVEI.YN. What has happened here Who was here\\n{Harshly. Why don t you speak {He glances keenly about the\\n7 007n and as he is about to go to Mrs Burnett he discovei s the\\ncuff. Picks it up and examifies it looks towards the sofa and an\\nexpression of comprehension lights up his face. IvEDERMan enters\\nR. C Addressing IvEDERMan in low tone. Is this your cuff,\\nMr. Lederman?\\n{l^is.T) B,^ WLKN is astonished, looks at both of his hands and\\nfinds one cuff gone.\\nLederman\\nYes {attempts to take the ciff from George, ivho refuses to let\\nhim have it).\\nGeorge\\n{In a low tone). Will you tell me what happened in this room\\nbefore you left\\n(Lederman remains silent aud in the same posture.\\n{Loudly. Will you answer my question\\nThei e is a stir among the guests aud all look around.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act I. 23\\nBurnet t, Sr.\\n{To George, a zuhisper. Control yourself, George control\\nyourself \u00e2\u0080\u0094make no scandal.\\nGeorge\\n{Excitedly.) Will you answer my question?\\nBurnett, Sr*\\nTo George. Remember lie is your guest society will never\\nforgive you for this.\\n(George laughs hysterically then, turning to the gnests\\nholds out the cuff.\\n{In a very excited manner.) Here, friends, is the evidence o\\nhow he has abused my hospitality. All that he possesses he owes\\nto my father and this is the reward. But what {with a sneer) can\\nyou expect of a man who was brought up on Avenue A. Such a\\ncreature should be kicked out from decent society. Throws cuff,\\nzuith force at IvEDERMAN sy??cr.\\nWhile George speaks Mrs. Burnett ci-ies out several\\ntimes George George\\n{Cujiain falls as guests are seen running out in different\\ndirections.\\nEND OF FIRST ACT.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "24 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad II.\\nACT SECOND.\\n{Reception room Mr. Burnett, Jr. s house\u00e2\u0080\u0094 handsomely fur-\\nnished doors C L. and R. Piano on corner of right. At\\nrise, George is discovered zualking up a?id down the room\\nnervously. Servant enters L.)\\nServant\\nMr. Burnett, Mr. Ferguson would like to see you.\\nTelephone heard ringing.\\nGeofgfe\\nJohn, answer the telephone. (Servant ^c^^ to telephone.)\\nGeorge\\nWho is it\\nServant\\nFrom the office.\\nGeorge\\nWait before you answer. Tell me all about it.\\nServant\\nThey inquire if you are at home.\\nGeorge\\n{Excitedly. vSay no say no What do they want?\\nServant\\nThey want to know if Mr. Ferguson called to-day to see you,\\nGeorge\\nSa}^ no.\\nServant\\n{Earnestly. Mr. Burnett, Mr. Ferguson called five times when\\nyou were out.\\nGeorge\\nDo as I tell you, you fool.\\nServant\\nYou are wanted at the office on important business.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act 11. 25\\nGeorge\\nYes yes I know. (Servant re-enters 7 ooin.)\\nSend Mr. Ferguson up. {Exit Servant L.\\nMr Ferguson en ters L\\nGeofgfe\\n[Anxiously.^ Anything serious, Mr. Ferguson?\\nFergfuson\\nSerious enough Mr. Lederman sent away the man you em-\\nployed to examine the books he has examined them personally.\\nGeorge\\nDid you protest against it?\\nFerguson\\nNo because he should not suspect anything. Something must\\nbe done at once, or everything will be known in a short time.\\nGeorge\\n{In a liarsli tone.) Did you have an interview with him this\\nmorning as I told you to\\nFerguson\\nYes, but it is of no use. He is determined to go out of the firm\\n{quietly) or you must go out.\\nGeorge\\nWhat s to be done\\nFerguson\\nBeg your father to interfere.\\nGeorge\\nYes 3 ou are right my father, certainly. I will see if he is\\nhome. (George goes to telepJione speatiing wtiile at p/ione.)\\nYes, yes, is that you, Evelyn yes is father home do you\\nknow where he is at the office with Lederman, 3 Ou say yes.\\nFerguson\\nFrom tlie room eagerly. What does she say\\nGeorge\\n[Still at the telephone.) Yes my wife will leave the city to-\\nmorrow you will come to tea this afternoon\u00e2\u0080\u0094 yes do good-bye.\\n{Re-enters the room.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "26 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad II.\\nFerguson\\nWhat did she say\\nGeorge\\nLederman sent for my father to come to the office. [Quietly.)\\nOn business of great importance,\\nFerguson\\nEverything is lost. {Sinks into chair.\\n(GkorgK walks np and down the room nervously, then he\\nsuddenly stops as if an idea had come to him.\\nGeorge\\nThere s one thing you can do that will be the best way for us\\nboth.\\nFerguson\\nWell\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what?\\nGeorge\\n{Quickly) I have |5,ooo in the house leave the city until I\\ncan arrange the matter.\\nFerguson\\nOh, no; I m not made of such material. I was a fool in ad-\\nvancing you the firm s money, but I have done it with good\\nintentions. I have done nothing to cause me to run away.\\nGeorge\\nBe quiet not so loud.\\nFerguson\\nThe guilty man should go should run away that would be\\nproper that would be right.\\nGeorge\\nSh Sh Some one is coming. Go to my room. I will be up\\nin a minute and we will talk the matter over.\\n(Ferguson is about to speak zvhen George interrupts him\\nand takes him by the arm.\\nFerguson\\nI have been twenty-five years with the firm I have grown-up\\ndaughters a reputation to lose. Please\\nGeorge\\nYes, yes, I know. {Pushes him out of the room.\\n(Ferguson exits C. D. Mrs. Burnett enters R. D.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad IL 27\\nGeorge\\nLouise, my sister Evelyn will come to tea this afternoon.\\n(Mrs. Burnett takes no notice of remark.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nYou did not go to see Mr. Lederman\\nGeorge\\nNo and I m not going to.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nWhy?\\nGeorge\\nBecause your explanation is unsatisfactory to me.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nUnsatisfactory\\nGeorge\\nYes you seem to have a motive in shielding this man.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nAnd you made up your mind to trample him under your feet\\nbut see how everybody sympathizes with him and to us nobody\\ncomes no one invites us in the street no one even cares to\\nrecognize me.\\nGeorge\\nThis I don t understand myself; but I don t care, and why\\nshould you care as long as I am standing by you\\nMrs. Burnett\\nBut I do care. A man can t live all by himself.\\nGeorge\\nBe patient in time they will all come knocking for an entrance\\nat our door.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nBut, if you would go and apologize, the firm will remain as it is\\nand everything will be forgiven and forgotten.\\nGeorge\\nI m not going to make a fool of myself.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "28 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad II.\\nMrs, Burnett\\n{Emphatically.) George, you have done the man a great in-\\njustice.\\nG^ofgfe\\nI have done him a good service. In the future he will know\\nhow to behave himself. (Servant enters L. D.)\\nServant\\nMrs. Burnett, Dr. Morton is here.\\nMrs, Burnett\\nAll right, John.\\nGeorge\\nTo Mrs. Burnett. I am busy upstairs see that I am not\\ndisturbed.\\n(Servant exits L. D. and George exits C. D. Dr. Mor-\\nton entei s L.\\nDr. Morton\\nHow are you to-day, Mrs. Buinett\\nMrs, Burnett\\nMuch better, Doctor.\\nDr. Morton\\nThat s good you look better.\\nMrs, Burnett\\nOh, I m all right only give me something to make me sleep,\\ndoctor.\\nDr, Morton\\nI ll see what I can do. Let me feel your pulse. {Pause.)\\n{Feeling her pulse.) That s all right.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nDo you think I shall be able to leave to-morrow. {Before he\\nhas an opportunity to ansiuer. Please, doctor, don t say I can t\\ngo, because I shall go anyway.\\nDr, Morton\\nThat s all right. You can go but I must warn you of one thing.\\nAvoid all excitement and mental occupation for it will be not only\\niniurious but dangerous.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act II. 29\\nMrs* Bttmett\\nI will be careful, Doctor\\nDf. Morton\\nI will see you to-morrcw before you leave. [He is about to teave\\nthe room.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nDoctor The Doctor stops. Could you spare a minute. I\\nwant to speak a few words to 3 ou.\\nDr. Morton\\nYes certainly.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n[Pointing to chair and both tatie seats. Doctor, I know a lady\\na different tone one of those, you know, possessed of a very\\nsusceptible heart, as we %a.y would you call her a woman with\\na human weakness\\nDr. Mojton\\nI really don t know what I would call her.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nIs it a fact that we all have a weakness in some form or another?\\nDr. Morton\\nYes, to a certain extent we all have a weakness in some form\\nor another.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nNow, doctor, is there a remedy by which we can control the\\nweak spot that is in us\\nDr. Morton\\nYes.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{With delight.) Yes? {Pause.) This lady is a dear friend of\\nmine would you prescribe something for her\\nDr. Morton\\nThere is nothing to prescribe. The remedy is in ourselves and\\nready for use.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n[Sill-prised.) In ourselves?", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "30 HIS PARTNER vS WIFE, Act II.\\nDr. Morton\\nYes. It is asserted we have something in ourselves and if we\\ntry we can control the weakness that is in us.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{Laughingly.) This something must be a very funny thing.\\n(Dr. Morton rises.)\\nMrs* Burnett\\nIViih appreciating movement of hand.) No, no, doctor, I did\\nnot quite understand what you meant,\\nDr* Morton\\n[ResHining seat.) This something, as you call it, is our will-\\npower, or, as our scientists call it, the double of us, and we can,\\nbv an effort, subdue the weakness that is in us.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nIn other words, you mean by effort we can control the devil that\\nis in us\\nDr. Morton\\nYes, exactly.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{Softly.) Ah, but, doctor, I have known people who have tried\\ntime and time again, but have failed.\\nDr. Morton\\nIt may be they have tried, but at the last moment they shrunk\\nfrom the pain of effort\\nMrs. Burnett\\nThen effort is their salvation\\nDr. Morton\\n{Emphatically) Yes. Effort is their salvation.\\nThey both rise as Servant enters L.\\nServant\\n{Announcing at door) Mrs. Clark and Mr. Russell.\\n(Mrs. CI.ARK az/fl Mr. Russei.!. enter L.)\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{S/iarply to Servant on announcing.) Who told you to show\\nthem up", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, ^r/ 31\\nMrs- Clark\\n{^Rapidly not hearing Mrs. Burnett s rebuke to Servant.)\\nHow do you do, dear. Is it true what I read in the papers that\\n3^ou are going to leave us? I was driving through the neighbor-\\nhood I thought I would come in and see you.\\nMrs, Burnett\\nThat s very kind of you.\\nMr. Russell\\n[To Mrs. Burnett aside.) How do you do, Mrs. Burnett?\\n(Mrs. Burnett remains silent. For old friendship s sake I came\\nto bid you good-bye. {Holds out hand and Mrs. Burnett walks\\naivay.\\nMrs. Clark\\n[Seeing Dr. Morton.) Ah, Dr. Morton, permit me to con-\\ngratulate you upon 3^our engagement to Miss Arlington.\\nDr. Morton\\nThank you, Mrs. Clark.\\nMrs. Clark\\nYou are a very fortunate fellow to catch such a bright and\\nsweet girl as Miss Arlington. [Crosses to Isl^. RussEEL. Aside\\nto Mr. RusseeTv) She s the most stupid and disagreeable person\\nI have ever met.\\nMr. Russell\\nTo Mrs. Ceark. You say Mrs. Burnett is leaving the city\\nwhere is she going to\\nMrs. Clark\\nTo California. That is the best thing she can do, for no one\\nwill ever recognize her here.\\nMr. Russell\\nWhat is she going to do there\\nMrs. Clark\\nWhy she has two sisters in California one divorced and the\\nother separated from her husband -and, besides, her father s\\nfamily resided in San Francisco some very nice people, you\\nknow.\\n(Mr. Russeee goes towards Dr. Morton.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "32 HIS PARTiNFER S WIFE, Ad II.\\nMn Russell\\nHave you seen Mr. lyederman lately\\nDf\u00c2\u00bb Morton\\nYes, I saw him last night at the club.\\nMr. Russell\\nWhen you see him again, tell him that if he ever wants to make\\nlove to a woman, he should do it in a dark tunnel about 200 miles\\nlong.\\nDn Morton\\nUm Crosses over towards Mrs. Burnktt.\\n(Kv:ei.YN enters L. with a sad expi^ession upon her face.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nGoing to EvEivYN. How do you do How do you do, dear\\nwhy so sad\\nEvelyn\\nOh, I m all right. To Dr. Morton.) How do you do, Doctor?\\nDr. Morton\\nVery well. (GEORGE re-enters room.) I bid you all good\\nafternoon\\nMrs. Burnett\\nOh, Doctor, stay for a cup of tea.\\nDr. Morton\\nI really cannot. Miss Arlington is waiting for me in my\\ncarriage.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nWhy not ask her up\\n(Dr. Morton hesitates.\\nGeorgfe\\nYes ask her to come up.\\nDr. Morton\\nYes\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I will {Exits L. D.)\\nGeorge\\nTo KvEi^YN, aside.) You said Lederman sent for father?\\nEvelyn\\nYes.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act II. 33\\nGeoi \u00c2\u00a7:e\\nIt s strange that father went.\\nEvelyn\\nThat s all right Mr. Ivederman had dinner with us last night.\\nGeorge\\n{Surprised.) Dinner last night\\nEvelyn\\nYes, and he came on my invitation.\\nGeofg^e\\n{Astonished.) At 3 our invitation\\n(Servant enters ivitli cups, etc., and commences to serve tea.)\\nEvelyn\\n{Emphatically.) Yes, on my invitation.\\nGeorge\\nEveljm, yon are jesting.\\nEvelyn\\nNo. It s real earnest.\\nGeorge\\nI don t understand it.\\nEvelyn\\nYou will and very soon.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nTo EvEi/YN. Evelyn, will you have some tea\\nEvelyn\\nYes, I will take a cup.\\nMrs. Burnett hands her a cup. Dr. Morton and Miss\\ni\\\\.Ri.iNGTON enter.\\nMrs* Clark\\nTo Miss Arlington. Julia, allow me to congratulate you.\\nDr. Morton will surely some day become the leading physician of\\nNew^ York.\\nMiss Arlington\\n{Smiling. Thank you.\\n(Mrs. CIvARK crosses room towards Mr. Russei.1..)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "34 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act II.\\nMr, Russell\\nTo Mrs. Ci^ark aside. You meant it s more likely he will\\nbe the leading doctor, not of New York, but of Hoboken.\\nMrs, Clark\\nExactly, He s the most typical educated fool that I have ever\\nseen.\\n[Everybody served with cups of tea.)\\nEvelyn\\n{Aloud Mr. Russell, you remember the story you told us\\nabout the Indian magician\\nMr, Russell\\nYes.\\nEvelyn\\nI m going to take it as the main theme for a novel that I am\\ngoing to write.\\nMr. Russell\\nThat s quite complimentary.\\nEvelyn\\nIt would help me how to paint the characters if I knew whether\\nthe picture which the magician showed to the British merchant\\nproved to be true.\\nMr, Russell\\nReally, I have told you so many stories about India that I am\\nafraid Mr. Burnett or {Looking at Mrs. Burnktt) Mrs. Burnett\\nmight object.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nNo, Mr. Russell, you know I am interested in the Hindoos.\\nGeorge\\nGo on, Mr. Russell, go on your story interests me. {Pause.)\\nEvelyn\\nWell, Mr. Russell.\\nMr. Russell\\n{Hesitatingly.) The sport proved to be a very serious matter\\nfor our British friend. After he recovered from the shock he was\\nnever the same man again. He packed up his things and left for\\nhome at once. He promised faithfully to write, but he never did.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act II. 35\\nEvelyn\\nThat s too bad.\\nMr* Russell\\nI ll tell you another trick the magician has done that you can\\nperhaps make use of in our novelette.\\nEvelyn\\nWhat is it, Mr. Russell\\nMr, Russell\\nIn the meadow where we were standing a large wagon loaded\\n^ith hay passed by, and there was a horse running about in the\\nfield. The magician caught the horse and, before our eyes, made\\nit eat the w^hole wagon of hay. [Laughter.)\\nMrs. Clark\\nAmazed. A horse eat a wagon load of hay\\nMr. Russell\\nI have heard of a magician who made a horse eat a ton of coal.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{Sarcastically.) Mr. Russell, did you ever hear of a magician\\nwho made a horse eat a wagon-load of American peanuts?\\n{Laughter.\\nMr. Russell\\nI don t believe they have peanuts in India. {Laughingly.)\\nPerhaps chestnuts. [Laughter\\nEvelyn\\nI don t think I can make use of your hay story, Mr. Russell\\nbut did you ever meet that British merchant after he left you in\\nIndia\\nMr. Russell\\nYes, about two 3-ears later I met him in London.\\nEvelyn\\nAnd did j^ou ask him about the truth of the magician s revela-\\ntioii\\nMr. Russell\\nI did, but to all my questions he gave me some indirect answers.\\nEvelyn\\nFor example, what did he say?", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "36 HIS PARTNER vS WIFE, Act II\\nMf. Russell\\nI really don t remember.\\nEvelyn\\nSee if you can t remember something try and remember some-\\nthing it will help me a great deal.\\n{Everybody is loatching for Mr. Russe:IvI. S answers eagerly.)\\nMr. Russell\\nBefore we parted he told me that his home was destroyed.\\nEvelyn\\nAnd did he say that his friend was the cause of it\\nMn RusselL\\nHe said something, but really I don t remember.\\nEvelyn\\nOr did he perhaps say that his own wife was the cause of it\\nMn Russell\\nReally, I don t remember. {Silence prevails in Ihe room.)\\n(Mrs. Burnett sits suddenly on piano stool striking keys\\nwith elbow, turns and begins to play an inhannonioics\\ntune Georgk stops her.\\nMiss Ai lin\u00c2\u00a7;ton\\nZb Dr. Morton.) Come, let s go. Why did you bring me\\nup here anyway\\nDn Morton\\n{Aside.) For professional reasons.\\nMiss Aflingfton\\n{Indignantly.) Some day you will probably want me to drive\\nyour carriage for professional reasons. Goes toivards Evpxyn.\\n(Mrs. CI.ARK and Mr, Russki.Iv exit L.)\\nGeorge\\n{To Dr. Morton aside.) Doctor, see that my wife leaves\\nto-morrow, will you?\\nDr. Morton\\nThat s all right. Try and send her with somebody. She looks", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0148.jp2"}, "149": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad II. 37\\nwell, but she s a very sick woman, and if she does not follow the\\nadvice I gave her, something dangerous may happen.\\nGeorg^e\\nI will see that everything is all right.\\nMiss Arlington\\nTo KvEivYN. Evelyn, will 3-ou not take a drive with us in\\nthe park\\nEvelyn\\nThank you, I have to remain here for a while.\\nMiss Arlington\\nWell, good afternoon to all.\\n(Dr. Mortox and Miss Ari^ington exit L.\\nGeorge\\nEvelyn, remain here a little while I have some business up-\\nstairs. Exit C. D. A pause.\\nEvelyn\\nLouise, I am going to send to you the manuscript of the novelette\\nthat I have written based on the theme of Mr. Russell s tale, and I\\nwant you to read it carefully and then read it to George.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nTo George? Why to George? You know I m going away\\nto-morrow.\\nEvelyn\\nSuppose you don t go in earnest) You hear suppose you\\ndon t go.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nI m going even if it rains with stones if I remain here the air\\nthat surrounds me will suffocate me.\\nEvelyn\\nDo you mean the air that is polluted with the insult and injustice\\ntowards Mr, Lederman suffocates 3 ou\\n(Mrs. BuRNiCTT looks at her in a ratJier astonis/ied manner.\\nMrs, Burnett\\nI told your brother that he had done a great injustice to Leder-\\nman, but what can I do He does not believe me.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0149.jp2"}, "150": {"fulltext": "38 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad II.\\nEvelyn\\nDid you tell him the truth and nothing but the truth\\nMrs* Burnett\\nEvelyn\\nEvelyn\\nHad you told him the truth Tell him the truth and he will\\nbelieve you.\\nMts. Burnett\\nWhat do you mean\\nEvelyn\\nIf you will not tell him the truth I will {emphatically) yovL\\nunderstand I will.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nWhat do you mean by truth. What truth\\nEvelyn\\nIt will be my duty to purify the air of my brother s home.\\n(Mrs. Burnett remains stupefied. S E^ VA.^ i enters L. and\\ngoes toward s M.i^s. Burnett.)\\nM*s* Burnett\\nMr. Burnett is in his room.\\nEvelyn\\nNow, is it clear to you why nobody comes to see you And Dr.\\nMorton hesitated to bring up Miss Arlington Do you imagine\\nthe world is blind? Sometimes the very stones have eyes and\\nears. You are ambitious and want to be honored and respected\\nby your friends and neighbors, but if a man wants to wear a crown\\nhe must be a king\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and if a woman wants to be a queen she must\\nbe pure.\\n(Mrs. Burnett crosses towirds the right and sits on sofa\\nshe looks at Bvei^yn.\\nEvelyn\\nWith e^nphasis.) My brother must know the truth, then he\\ncan do as he likes but the truth he must be told.\\nProlonged pa u se.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0150.jp2"}, "151": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act II. 39\\nMfs\u00c2\u00bb Burnett\\nSend me your manuscript. I will not leave to-morrow. Con-\\nfused I will stay. I will not go.\\n(Burnett, Sr., is heard outside. He, follozved by Mr.\\nLederman, enter quicftly L. E.\\nBurnett^ Sn\\n(^Excited. Where is he Where is he {Runs about the i^oom.\\nEvelyn\\nWhat has happened\\n(Burnett, Sr., zvhen he sees Evelyn quiets down.)\\nBurnett, Sr,\\nNothing nothing\\n(Mr. Burnett, Sr., excitedly runs about tJie room, twitch-\\ning his fingei s nervously.\\nWhere is he? Where is he? {Turning towards Mrs. Bur-\\nnett. Where is George\\n(Mrs. Burnett is like in a stupor looks at him but gives\\nhim no answer.\\nEvelyn\\nFather, George is upstairs.\\n(Mr. Burnett, Sr. is about to run out of the roo^n\u00e2\u0080\u0094^ Ev EhYN\\ncatches him by the arm.\\nEvelyn\\nFather, please tell me what has happened.\\nBurnett, Sr.\\n{A?ig7y.) Go home Go home Leave us alone. What are\\nyou doing here anyway {Exit C D.\\n(Mr. IvEderman is about to follow him when Evei^yn\\ntakes hold of his arm.)\\nEvelyn\\nWhat is the matter, Mr. Lederman\\nLede\\nrman\\nSome business trouble. {Exit C. pause.)\\n(Burnett, Sr. is heard outside saying:)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0151.jp2"}, "152": {"fulltext": "40 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad 11.\\nBurnett, Sr.\\nYou are a bankrupt and I told you before that you would be\\nbankrupt.\\nEvelyn\\n[Going towards and speaking- to Mrs. Burnett pointing with\\nfinger to C. You hear that voice You hear how horrible it\\nsounds. He is financially bankrupt but you are morally bank-\\nrupt. [Exits L.)\\n(Mrs. Burnktt remains sitting on sofa as if stupefied\\nlooks towards Evki^yn as she goes ont long silence.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nWhat do they want from me? What do they want from me?\\n[In a louder voice. Why do they not leave me alone? Has not\\nevery man a right to live as he pleases She rises from sofa and\\ndishevelling her hair runs about the room as if mad. Oh, God\\nOhj God Why is this world so immovable? W^hy are people so\\nunpardonable? Am I as bad as all that? [Runs about the room\\nagain, fiinging everything down before lier making a gi-eat\\nnoise. Gkorge; enters quickly.\\nGeorge\\nMy God, Louise, what has happened to you?\\nMrs. Burnett looks at him and composes herself^gives a\\nlittle laugh\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then falling on her knees with her head on\\na chair begins to weep bitterly.\\nGeorge\\n[Going tozuards her.) Louise, you act so strange. What has\\nhappened to you Tell me don t be afraid. I ll do anything\\nyou want me to.\\n(Mrs. Burnett zuipes azaay tears and rises.)\\nMrs* Burnett\\nLet s take a drive in the Park in spite of everything [Louder)\\nIn spite of everything. In spite of everybody.\\nGeorge\\nIn spite of whom\\nMrs, Burnett\\nAsk no questions. [Takes him by the arm.) Come, let s take\\na drive in the park.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0152.jp2"}, "153": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act IL 41\\nGeorge\\nBut you can t j^o that way you are not dressed. {Going to\\ndoor calls. John John go quick for Doctor Morton.\\n(Mrs. Burnett /rt//^7;^.)\\nMrs* Burnett\\nThat s so that s so I m not dressed. Well, I m gohig to dress.\\n{She walks out through the room in a triumphant manner,\\nlaiLghing. M. ^.V \\\\-^^^ti follows her. As they go out\\nthe curtain falls.\\nEND OF THE SECOND ACT.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0153.jp2"}, "154": {"fulltext": "42 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad III.\\nACT THIRD.\\n{A Winter s evening. The library of Mr. Burnett, Jr. s Jwuse.\\nAt the right fire burning in the gi ate. Large table zuith\\nchairs at left. At the rdght a small desk zuith sheets of paper\\nscattered over it. Staircase going up to another room. Large\\nbookcase at back. At rise the piano is heard playing selections\\nfrom Orphee.\\n(Mrs. Burnett enters f-om the right zuith sad and anxious\\nexpression. Sits at desk\u00e2\u0080\u0094 picks up sheets of paper and\\nreads. E teases and adds lines to zvriting. Takes a\\nsheet of paper reads and zvith an expression of despair\\nlooks blank. Mr. Ferguson enters from R. and goes\\nto Mrs. Burnett.)\\nMf\u00c2\u00ab Ferguson\\nMrs. Burnett {Pause.) Mrs. Burnett!\\n(Mrs. Burnett looks up to Mr. Ferguson.)\\nMrs. Burnett\\nOh, yes. {Rises^pause.) Did you succeed\\nMr* Ferguson\\nPartly so. I could not obtain more than sixt} thousand dollars,\\nMrs* Burnett\\nWhy my tiara alone cost thirty-five thousand, and there is my\\nbrooch my rings\\nMr* Ferguson\\nThere s a difference when you buy and when you accept a loan.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nWill that sum cover Mr Burnett s deficiencies?\\nMr* Ferguson\\nNo but that is not the question at present. The firm can pay\\ntwenty-five cents on the dollar. There s one creditor to be feared", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0154.jp2"}, "155": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act HI. 43\\nand that is Mr. Allen, You remain during the meeting in the\\nnext room and watch how things are progressing. If it becomes\\nboisterous, and they do not agree, come in and add your money to\\nbe divided among them. (Mr. Ferguson takes sevei-al packages\\nfrom pocket. Here is the money.\\n(Mrs. Burnett takes packages and locks them in drawer of\\ndesk. Speaks in an absent-minded manner at desk.)\\nMrs, Burnett\\nYes yes if he would only have pity on me and forgive me\\nMr, Ferguson\\nWhat did you say, Mrs. Burnett?\\nMrs* Burnett\\nNothing nothing\\n(Mrs. Burnett hotds tier hands to her head and appears to\\nbe suffering.\\nMr. Ferg^uson\\nAre you not well\\nMrs. Burnett\\nIt s nothing\u00e2\u0080\u0094 I have only a dreadful headache. {Pause.) Mr.\\nFerguson, are Mr. Burnett s deficiencies the only cause of the\\nfirm s impending failure\\nMr. Fergfuson\\nNo, not entirely but taken in connection with the hard times\\nand the continual differences, and quarrels, which, I may say,\\nwas Mr. Burnett s fault, it coul(J not be averted.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nThat s unfortunate.\\nMr. Ferguson\\nHas anybody been here\\nMrs, Burnett\\nMr Lederman and Mr. Burnett s father, I believe, are here for\\nover an hour.\\nMr. Ferguson\\nNone of the creditors?\\nMrs. Burnett\\nNo. (Mrs. ^{Jkset^ tiolding hand to her head and appearing\\nto suffer.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0155.jp2"}, "156": {"fulltext": "44 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act III.\\nMr* Ferguson\\nThis meeting means everything to yon, Mrs. Bnrnett, and to the\\nfirm. I know there will be a great fight you must try and do the\\nbest you can.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nMr. Ferguson, we never know the value of the things we pos-\\nsess until we are about to lose them. Rest assured I will do all\\nthat a w^oman can do.\\nMr. Fer\u00c2\u00a7;uson\\n{Pleadingly. Do the best you can [Exit L.\\n(Mrs. YiVi^ ^nr i: goes and sits at deslz leans liead on liand\\nin despairing manner. Gkdrge Burnett descends\\nstaircase holding papers in his hand. Passes tlirongh\\nthe room and is about to exit L. Mrs. Burnett i z]^/? 5\\ndeeply. Mr. Burnett turns around and goes towards\\nMrs. Burnett.\\nGeor\u00c2\u00a7:e\\nLionise [pause) Louise! What is the matter\\n(Mrs. Burnett looks up\u00e2\u0080\u0094 she appears to have been weep-\\ning. She rises.\\nWhat is it?\\n(Mrs. Burnett falls into his arms and sobs hysterically\\nPatting her on the shoulder. That s all right. Everything\\nwill be all right.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nWhen I look back into the years we have been married. I now\\nsee how good and kind you have been to me but I fear I will\\nnever be able to repay you for your kindness.\\nDisengaging themselves.\\nGeoro;e\\nNow what talk is that\\nMrs. Burnett\\nI fear we will have to part soon.\\nGeorge\\nWhat nonsense has entered your head\\n(Mrs. Burnett appears to be in great pain.)\\nGeorge\\nLouise, you are not well. I can t understand you. The doctor", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0156.jp2"}, "157": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE, ^r^ 45\\nhas warned you again and again not to do any mental work, but\\nyou don t seem to care. {Pointing to desk excitedly. What rub-\\nbish is that you are continually writing and pondering over?\\nMrs. Burnett\\nIt is your sister s manuscript of a story.\\n(Gkorgk runs to desk seizes papers and in a furious man-\\nner is about to destroy them. Mrs. Burnett prevents\\nhim from doifig so.)\\nGeorge\\nAVhat has this confounded stor}- got to do with you\\nMrs. Burnett\\nEveh n wants me to put the finishing touches to it and I want\\n5 our opinion about one point.\\nGeor\u00c2\u00a7:e\\nI have no time to listen to such trash.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nIt will take but a moment.\\nGeorgfe\\nI am in no mood now.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nGeorge, please. It will be a great relief for me.\\nGeorgfe\\nWell, go on.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nThe main theme of the stor}^ was taken by Evelyn from the\\ntale that Mr. Russell told at our entertainment.\\nGeorg-e\\n[Eagerly.) Well?\\nMrs. Burnett\\nLook what your sister has done. She describes the friend whom\\nthe British merchant thought was false, a most noble character\\na true friend and one who has never broken the code of friend-\\nship, and lays all the blame upon his wife.\\nGeorge\\nWhv does she do that?", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0157.jp2"}, "158": {"fulltext": "46 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act III.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nShe has good motives for doing so.\\nGcorg:e\\nAnd how does the story terminate\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{Watching him closely.) She tells her husband all she pro-\\nmises him that a pure atmosphere will surround their home. He\\nforgives her. They go to a new part of the world among new\\npeople and begin a new life.\\nGeor\u00c2\u00a7:e\\nThat s a very nice termination for a story. In real life I hardly\\nthink it would happen.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nWhy not?\\nGeorgfe\\nWhy not Suppose a man has a friend whom he cherishes\\nsay almost worship intrusts him wdth all his secrets looks to\\nhim for advice and encouragement and one day he finds the friend\\nthat he loved more than himself, deceived him. Do you suppose\\nhe can trust him again and look in his eyes as if nothing had\\nhappened Oh, no we are not so good natured, or, if you\\nchoose, not so high-minded.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nBut that is his wife.\\nGeorge\\nSo much the worse.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nAnd what would you do with such a woman\\nGeorge\\n{In a harsh tone.) What I would do with such a woman? {Em-\\nphatically.) I would take her by the neck and throw her out into\\nthe gutter where she belongs. {Panse.)\\nMrs. Burnett\\nIs there no such thing as forgiveness\\nGeorge\\nThere are some things that we cannot and must not forgive.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0158.jp2"}, "159": {"fulltext": "HIS PiVRTNER S WIFE, Act III. 47\\nMrs. Burnett\\nYour sister described her not as a bad woman she s simply\\nfound of romance and a romantic life if given another opportu-\\nnity she would be true.\\nGeofjje\\nThat makes no difference. Her infamous crime is too great to\\nbe forgiven.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nBut no matter what crime a man commits, it is proper he should\\nbe forgiven, and, in the eyes of the world, she is a prudent woman\\nthat stands by her husband.\\nGeorge\\nYes, in that respect a woman is superior in purity to a man.\\nMrs. Burnett\\nThen the story must end that she is thrown out into the gutter?\\nGeorgfc\\nWith empJiasis.) Into the gutter, Madam.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nYes but, George.\\nGeorgfc\\nI don t want to hear any more about the subject. Destroy the\\nmanuscript burn it burn it, I say, I don t want it in my house.\\nExits L. qti iciz ly.\\n(Mrs. Burnett remains standing witti tier tiands resting\\non ttie table titze a statue. After prolonged pause.\\nMr. Burnett\\n[Crying out.) Burn it Burn it\\n^Stie goes towards destz taties ttie pages of ttie inanuscript\\nand bairns ttieni. Stie opens ttie drawer of ttie desk,\\ntakes out ttie money and burns it wattzs out triumpti-\\nantly and in tiysterical laugtiter.\\nInto the gutter Into the gutter {Exits R. I.\\n(Servant enters f^om R. 2 E.^goes and tinoctis at L. D.\\nGeorge enters and Servant fiands tiim some cards.)", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0159.jp2"}, "160": {"fulltext": "48 HLS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad III.\\nGeor\u00c2\u00a7:e\\nShow the gentlemen up. (Sp:RVAN r is about to go out.\\nJohn, bring up also some refreshments and cigars.\\n(Servant e.vits R. and George; exits L.)\\n{Room remains empty for a second. Mr. Thompson,\\nA1.1.EN, BE1.1.EW and Keen enter R. They all gaze\\naround the room.\\nAllen\\nBeautiful room.\\nThompson\\nBeautifully furnished.\\nAllen\\nBeautifully decorated, and perhaps with our money.\\nBelkw\\nNo doubt. No doubt. (Mr. Burnett enters L.\\nGeorge\\nGood evening, gentlemen. {Shakes hands with all.)\\n(Servant enters laith cigars and refreshments.)\\nBe seated and make yourselves at home. Here are some cigars\\n{pause.) You wilL excuse me, we will be ready in a few minutes.\\n{Exits L. All light cigars and drink and take seats.\\nThompson\\nI wonder how many thousand dollars this cigar will cost me.\\nAllen\\nIt will cost me nothing.\\nKeen\\nDo you think we are invited here to a picnic, Allen\\nAllen\\nI don t know but I wouldn t take ninety-nine cents on a dollar.\\nKeen\\nYou are a silver man, Thompson you should be satisfied with\\na fifty-three cent dollar\\nThompson\\nI would rather have a fifty-three cent dollar than no dollar at\\nall. If they offer me fifty cents on the dollar I will be satisfied.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0160.jp2"}, "161": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE. Act III.\\nAllen\\n49\\nYou are all in good humor, this evening. Three of ni}- largest\\ncustomers have failed this month.\\nThompson\\nDid you get any silver dollars\\n{Laughter.)\\nAllen\\nI would have been well satisfied wath tin dollars.\\nBellew\\nJoking aside, we have too many failures an3 wa3\\\\\\nAllen\\nI tell you it is all owing to the looseness of our laws. We laugh\\nat the laws of the ancients, but some of them are excellent\\nand most practicable even to-day. Take for example the old\\nRoman law that permitted the creditors of an insolvent debtor to\\nsell him and his wife and children into slavery. Isn t that a great\\nlaw? {Laughter.) If we had such a law there would be no\\nfailures.\\nKeen\\nHere is a better one in China they chop his head off.\\nAllen\\nThat s more practical. {Laughter.\\nThompson\\nThe law is all right. The trouble, Allen, is, your debtor s turn\\nis to-day but your own turn ma}^ come to-morrow. {Draws hand\\nacross throat. All laugh hea^ tily.\\nAllen\\nThe Roman and Chinese laws I want for m}^ debtors the\\nAmerican laws are good enough for me, Thompson. {Puffs his\\ncigar. All laugh. Pours out some ivine and drinks.\\nKeen\\nReally, it was a surprise to me when I heard that Burnett s firm\\nwas shak3\\\\ We always considered it Ai.", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0161.jp2"}, "162": {"fulltext": "50 KIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act III.\\nAllen\\nIt is said that his wife is very extravagant and that he foolishly\\nallowed.her full swing.\\nThompson\\nNext time, Allen, when you lend a man money, be sure to ask\\nfull particulars about his wife. [Laughter.)\\n(Mr. George Burnett, Mr. John Burnett, Mr. Leder-\\nMAN and Ferguson entei^ L. George and Ferguson\\ncarry papers.\\nGeorge\\n[Points to table.) Gentlemen, be seated, iAll take seats around tlie\\ntable. You are our principal creditors and we called this private\\nmeeting to see what arrangements we can make for fair settle-\\nment. You are all aware my father founded the firm which now\\nconsists of Mr. Lederman and myself. The firm has passed\\nthrough many a crisis, but has never failed. It will depend upon\\nyour decision to-night whether the firm will close its doors to-\\nmorrow. [Prolonged silence in the room.) Mr. Ferguson, please\\nhand the balance sheets to the gentlemen. (Mr. Ferguson hands\\nthe balance sheets to one of the creditors.) Gentlemen, this is the\\nfinancial condition of our firm.\\nThey all rise from their seats and form a group, and on fop\\nof each other they examine the balance sheet. Pause. At\\na glance of the paper they utter expressions of astonish-\\nment.)\\nAllen\\nTaking balance sheet in his hand and then throiving paper ivith\\nforce on the table.) I ll be damned if I ll accept such an offer. Walks\\nup and down nervously with hands behind back.) Twenty-five\\ncents on the dollar that s out of the question.\\nThompson\\nWe ought to know at least the cause of this dreadful embarra^ss-\\nment.\\nBellew\\nWhy, our bank considered your firm one of the most reliable.\\nI am empowered to accept any reasonable offer, but", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0162.jp2"}, "163": {"fulltext": "HIvS PARTNER S WIFE, Ad III. 51\\nAllen\\nThis is the first time that I have had any dealings with you,\\nand if 3^ou think I will accept svich an offer, you are entirely\\nmistaken.\\nGeorgfc\\nquiet tone. That s the best we can do.\\n{Alt rise there is a general uproar and they form in group to\\ntalk the matter over)\\nThompson\\n{Speakifig to group Let us be a little reasonable. Let us\\nhear the cause of this embarrassment.\\n[AU turn to their seats except Mr. Ai^i,e;n who walks up and\\ndown the room nervously\\nKeen\\n{At table.) The firm s embarrassment is a surprise to us all.\\nWe would like to hear the cause.\\nAlien\\n{Interrupting, and in a loud voice.) The cause I ll tell you\\nthe cause. Have you not read in the newspapers of the grand\\nentertainments this man gave with our money with our money\\nGcorg:c\\n{Angrily. You are my creditor, but you are in my house.\\nBurnett, Sn\\nGentlemen, I will tell you the cause.\\n(Mr. Lederman interruptingly and rising.)\\nMr* Lederman\\nMr. Burnett, Mr. Burnett, I will explain the cause {pause)\\nGentlemen, an employee used the firm s money for private specu-\\nlation, and has done that for quite a considerable time. In the\\nend he could not meet his liabilities and that, combined with the\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2hard times\\nAllen\\nWho was this employee\\nBurnett, Sr.\\nRising and excitedly. No no no excuses gentlemen the", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0163.jp2"}, "164": {"fulltext": "52 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act III.\\ncollapse of this firm will mean that thirty-five years of my honest\\nwork has been for nothing but I must tell you the truth. It was\\nno employee it was my\\n(^Mr. Lf:derman rising knocking furiously on table.)\\nLederman\\nNo no no, Mr. Burnett, you are too excited let me explain.\\nPiano is heard playing first a sad melody, then Mrs. Burnett\\nis heard singing a popular melody with piano accompani-\\nment foUoived by a, ^ound of hysterical laughter.)\\nGeofgfe\\nTo ^WRGVSON\u00e2\u0080\u0094 pointing to R. D. Mr. Ferguson, please tell\\nMrs. Burnett this is no time to play.\\n(Mr. Ferguson rhes and goes to R. D.\\nFerguson\\nMrs. Burnett\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Mrs. Burnett.\\n(Mrs. Burnett enters R. ivith hair hanging doivn at had-\\nand partly hiding her face. All rise as she enters, (bos-\\nses towards staircase\u00e2\u0080\u0094 stops and looks at gentlemen.\\nMrs, Burnett\\nGood night Good night\\nFerguson\\n(Aside to Mrs. Burnett, j This is the time for you to speak.\\n(Mrs. Burnett looks at Ferguson with a blank stare and laughs\\nFerguson repeats. This is the best time for you to speak Mrs.\\nBurnett laughs. George rising goes towards Mrs. Burnett.\\nGeorge\\nLouise, please go to your room.\\n(She takes no notice of his rem,ark and goes toivards the table.\\nLooks at the geyitlemen sta,ringly and takes a glass and\\npours out some wine\u00e2\u0080\u0094 drinks laughs.\\n(George rings bell and. Servant enters.)\\nGeorge\\nTo servant. John, run quickly and tell Dr. Morton to come", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0164.jp2"}, "165": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNERS WIFE. Act III. 53\\nhere at once. If he is not at home bring any doctor and tell\\n^larie to go after my sister Evelyn.\\nServant exits.\\n(George goes towards Mrs. Burnett and takes tier hij the\\narm, leading Jier toivards staircase. Sl^e resists and breaks\\nloose- from Mm.\\nMrs. Burnett\\n{Pushing him from her. No, no, you want to throw me out\\ninto the gutter. Gentlemen, he wants to throw me out into the\\ngutter his own wife into the gutter.\\n(George turns pale and staggers as though about to fall\\nthen goes towards the table and resumes seat. Mr. Fer-\\nguson .^oes to Mrs. Burnett\\nFei \u00c2\u00a7:uson\\nMrs. Burnett, what have you done with the money\\n(Mrs. Burnett looks at him and laughs.)\\nFergfuson\\n{Aloud to everyone. Where is the money, Mrs. Burnett\\n(Mrs. Burnett /r/?/$r/H;?^.\\nBurnett, Sr,\\nWhat money, Ferguson\\nFerg^uson\\n{Rising from table.) Before the meeting I pawned all her\\njewels and realized on them sixty thousand dollars which she in-\\ntended to offer to the creditors.\\nBurnett, Sr\u00c2\u00ab\\nTo Mrs. Burnett. Where is the money\\n(Mrs. Burnett /f/?/r///.s.)\\nMrs* Burnett\\nInto the gutter into the gutter.\\nBurnett, Sr.\\nWhere did she put the mone} Ferguson\\nFerguson\\n{Pointing to deslc.) In that desk.\\n(Burnett, Sr., runs to desk opens drawers with tremhling", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0165.jp2"}, "166": {"fulltext": "54 HIS PARTNER S WIFE, Act III.\\nhands and finds draivers empty. Dr. Morton enters\\nquickly R.\\nBurnett, Sf\\nIvouise, for God s sake, tell us what you have done with the\\nmoney.\\n{She takes him hy the arm and goes down to the fireplace.\\nMrs* Burnett\\nInto the gutter\u00e2\u0080\u0094 [Pointing towards tJie fire.) Into the gut-\\nter- (Laughs.)\\n(Dr. Morton goes towards Mrs. Burne;tt takes her arm,\\nmotions to FERGUSON to take the other. They lead her up\\nthe staircase; she resists; screams and laughs and then\\ndisappears. Mr. Burnktt, Sr., examines and finds\\nremnants of the burned money. After a long silence\\nThompson speaks\\nThompson\\nI will accept the offer.\\nKeen\\nvSo will I.\\nBellew\\nI suppose I will have to do like the rest.\\n{Pa7ise.)\\nThompson\\n(Indignantty.) Allen what are you waiting for? Have you no\\nhuman feeling in you\\nAllen\\nI {screams are Jieard) I accept {quic/ily.)\\n{Alt rise except George. Credit oj^s after bidding good\\nnight, exeunt R. 2. George remains sitting on chair\\nin depressed condition.)\\n(Mr. V EKGvsoisi decends staircase/otto7i ed dy Dr. Morton.)\\nFerguson\\nTo BiTRNETT, vSr \u00e2\u0080\u0094Is everything all right?\\nBurnett, Sr*\\nYes.\\nDr. Morton\\n{To George.) It would be necessary to have someone to watch\\nher until", "height": "4261", "width": "2444", "jp2-path": "hispartnerswifep00land_0166.jp2"}, "167": {"fulltext": "HIS PARTNER S WIFE. Act III. 55\\nBurnettt St*\\nLeave him alone, Doctor, leave him alone.\\nDr. Morton\\nI am going to send someone to be with her the whole night.\\nBurnett^ Sr*\\nDoctor, do whatever you think best ^is there any immediate\\ndanger\\nDr. Morton\\nYes she has a mania with suicidal tendencies later on I\\nwill put her in a private asylum.\\n(Evelyn enters right with frightened appearance\\nEvelyn\\nFather, what is the matter?\\nBurnett, Sr.\\nEverything is all right now we have made a satisfactory set-\\ntlement.\\nEvelyn\\nI am glad to hear it. {Sees George sitting in a depressed man-\\nner and wants to go towards him btit her father prevents her.)\\nWhat is the matter with George\\nBurnett, Sr.\\nLeave him alone he is exhausted. Calling. Lederman take\\nEvelyn home.\\n(Lederman takes his hat and as he is about to go out with\\nEvelyn, George rises and goes towards him.)\\nGeorgfe\\n{Offering hand to Lederman, n ho takes it. I have done you a\\ngreat injustice. I beg your pardon. Now I can see that you have\\nbeen my friend and a true one. From to-day on I will do my\\nbest to be worthy of your friendship.\\n(Evelyn and Lederman exit R. 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