Where the Frenchman flows ...

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^^ Where the Frenchman Flows''''

A Four Act Comedy Drama by George Kearns

Copyrighted 1921 hy George Kearns

Act II — Bench; old chair; field glasses; revolver; several lemons

Act III — Work bench; tools, long necked bottle of oil; large watch; engine, (see scene plot); 2 lanterns, (practical); revolver; Rain effect may be made with handful of shot on snare drum; bass drum for thunder and explosions; powder flashes (3); row boat, oar.

Act IV — Bench; saddle; bridles; money (bills); camera; hyperdermic needle. Cocoanut shells for horse effect

NOTE: — At climax of Third Act, balance boat so it will rock, as on water. Mask fi'ont about half way up with blue cloth, splashed with white, and pull from side as boat is rocked to give water effect. '

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" Where the Frenchman Flows''*

CAST OF CHARACTERS.

BOB RANDALL: Lead, age about 25.

MORRIS STANTON: Heavy; age about 30.

SKILLY: Juvenile; age about 20.

MOSE: Negro; age about 25.

LUCY HOLDEN: Lead; age about 22.

SUE: Juvenile; ag'e about 18.

"WHERE THE FRENCHMAN FLOWS.

Act I. Living Room at Bob Randalls

Scene — Interior. Kitchen set in 3. Box set. Door in flat, R. C. Large window in flat L. C, hung- with sash curtain. Door R, Table, R. C, Large clothes basket with white tablecloth in front of table. Chairs R. and L of table. Small table L with small work basket and Bible on it. Old fashioned rocking chair R of table. Chair up L. Plain sideboard wilh dishes between door and window in flat. Rifle in corner up L. Exterior backing in 4, wood set. Lights up for rise, but darken for close of act.

Discovered — Sue at table R, ironing. Ironed clothes on end of table. Large table cloth in basket.

SUE — There, that's the last piece, and I'm mighty glad of it. Gee, but I'm tired. I don't mind the ironing so much, but on a hot day like this it's no fun I can tell you. But then I oughtn't to kick for Bob's been awful good to me. If it hadn't been for him no telling where I'd be now. Chasing the street maybe, or hashing in a gTubbery. Gee, it's tough to be an orphan. Kids ought to be more careful in selecting' their parents and not pick out sickly ones like mine were. Well, I guess it couldn't be helped. I g'ot a bad start, but maybe I'll do better now on an easy track^ (Looks off R). Six o'clock, time to get Bob's supper, got done just in time. (Comes in front of table .discovers table cloth). Now what do you think of that? Here I've done gone and forgot that table cloth, and the irons are cold, and I've got to get supper — (sighs) It's our best company table cloth too. (Spreads table cloth over basket). Don't believe there's any hurry, anyway, as we're not likely to have company very soon. I'll just leave it there and finish it after supper — maybe. Fires most out, too, and no wood in. Mose never does bring in enoug-h. Wonder, where he is. (At door flat, calls) Mose — Mose.

MOSE — (In distance, L) Ise a coming.

SUE— Well, hurry.

MOSE — (Rapidly coming nearer) Ise a coming.

SUE — Well, I should say you were. Wonder what's the matter? I never knew Mose to hurry so before. (Comes down L C).

MOSE — (Crosses window, running, enter C. D. Has one shoe off, wears heavy colored socks, has string tied around sock as around big toe. String reaches out through door behind scene) Oh, Missie Sue, — Missie Sue —

SUE— Well, what's the matter?

MOSE — (Excited) Ise done been a fishing down there in the big ditch — yes'm — I done went down dare — and sot down under one of them trees, and put a big hunk of liber on my hook, and spit on it— den I tie it'rou nd my toe and frow it out in the water, and den I lay down under the trees, and first thing I knowed I done had a bite that most pulled me into the water and I grabbed the tree and hung on and something kept a pulling on dat line, and dis nigger thought he was a goner — and I pulled and pulled—

^ Sue— Yes, yes, you pulled —

MOSE— Yes'm I pulled—

SUE— And the line broke?

MOSE — No'm you done started to call me — an' I woke up.

SUE — Oh, pshaw, then we won't have any fish for supper after all.

' MOSE — No'm the kind I caught ain't very substantial.

SUE — You're a great fisherman, I don't think. What did you do with your line when you woke up?

MOSE — I done forgot all about that; spect it am still tied to my foot. (Discovers line. Unties it from toe and begins to wind it up.) Dat line pulls mighty hard, Missie Sue. You don't reckon dat fish am on the end do you ?

SUE — No, of course not.

MOSE — Dare am something on dis line, shore as you am boi'n.

SUE— What is it, Mose?

MOSE — Don't know — jes' keep quiet. (Both watch door; Mose winds up string, pulls live hen throug'h door. String fastened to chicken's leg'.) I done cotch something after all, Missie Sue.

SUE— Yes, and you'll catch it from Bob if you don't let that hen g-o.

MOSE — Ise done g-wine to let her go, but she wants to be more careful next time. (Exits D F with hen.)

SUE — Mose, bring me in some wood.

MOSE— (Outside) All right.

SUE — (Carries ironed clothes off R then returns).

MOSE — (Enters D F with several pieces of woods, exits

SUE — Bob coming yet?

MOSE— (Off R, he^rd at stove) No'm he's down at the ditch.

SUE — Put in plenty of wood, Mose.

MOSE— (Off R) Yes'm. (Enters R) Say, Missie Sue, hab you all got any pie ?

SUE — Why, Mose, I'll have supper ready in a few minutes.

MOSE — Yes'm, but I done got to feed the horses, and milk the cows, and it's gwine to be quite a spell before dis nigger gets his supper.

SUE — Well, Mose, if you'll bring me in a bucket of water I'll give you a lunch before supper.

MOSE — All rig-ht, Ise done gwine to get that water right away. (Exits' R, returns with bucket, and exits D F).

SUE — (Exits R and returns with pan of potatoes and knife).

MOSE — (Enters D F, with water) Here comes Miss Lucy and some fellow I neber seed before.

SUE — Lucy Holden? What does she want here? (Pours water on potatoes, stands back of table, starts to peel them).

MOSE — I don't know. 'Spect she come ober to see us.

SUE — Well, she needn t come to see me.

MOSE— Don't you like her, Missie Sue?

SUE — No, I don't. She can always wear good clothes and don't have to dirty her hands with house work, and she's been to the city, and I'll bet Bob's getting stuck on her.

LUCY — (Off L) I don't suppose Mr. Randall is at home but we can inquire.

Enter Lucy Holden and Morris Stanton D F. Lucy comes down C, Stanton, L C and Mose L.

LUCY— Hello, Susie, is Mr. Randall home?

SUE— No, he ain't.

LUCY— Will he be here soon?

SUE— Guess so, he's down to the ditch.

LUCY^ — -We'll wait for him then if you don't mind. Mr. Stanton wishes to see him. Mr. Stanton, this is Sue.

STANTON — I'm charmed to meet you. Miss Susie.

SUE- — Same to you.

Sue shakes hand with Stanton, her hands wet, then returns to work. Stanton angry, dries hand on hankerchief. Lucy sits R of table. Mose laughs until Stanton look at him angrily.

LUCY — How homelike it is here, and how neat you keep things. Sue. Do you do all the work ?

SUE — Yes'm. I've been keeping house for Bob nearly five years now.

Stanton and Mose talk together, L.

LUCY — It is very good of you to stay here and work for Bob — Mr. Randall as you do.

SUE — 'Taint nothing. I don't never want to do anything else but keep house for Bob, and (directly to Lucy) he'd better not bring any other woman here to take my place.

LUCY— Oh, Fm sure he's not thinking of doing that. I've heard it said he considers himself very fortunate in having you here.

SUE — (Relenting a little) Bob's been awful good to me He gave me a home when I was a little street waif, and he says when I get older he's going to send me to one of them ladies' semitaries to learn to play the piano and be a lady. I'd rather not go, but I will if he says so. Bob's sure been good to me.

LUCY — Mr. Randall is one of the best men I know. Lucy and Sue talk aside.

STANTON — And you say the ditch is almost completed?

MOSE — 'Spect dey am most through. Done heard Marse Bob say yesterday wouldn't take long to finish now.

STANTON— And what is Mr. Randall's idea of this undertaking-?

MOSE — Well, I don't jest understand the projectation myself, but I done hears Marse Bob say as how if they built a dam across the Frenchman right here dey could store the water up, and when it got dry down the valley, they could let it out, as they wanted it.

STANTON — I see; a very practical idea. And what part do you take in these modern improvements?

MOSE — Me? Why I done care for Marse Bob's live stock.

STANTON— Live stock?

MOSE — Yes, sah. Marse Bob done raise some fine horses. Aint you neber heard of Claude S?

STANTON— Claude S? Yes, I have. The sire of some of the finest and fastest horses in the West.

MOSE — Dat's dem. Marse Bob's done got some of dem horses and they's dandies.

STANTON — You interest me. I'd like to have a look at them if you don't mind.

MOSE — Don't mind at tall, sah. Come right along, I'll show you.

STANTON— (To Lucy) Will you excuse me? Mose is going" to showr me some of the live stock.

MOSE — Dey's down in the barn, rig'ht this way. Stanton and Mose exit D F.

LUCY — Don't let me hinder you in your work, Sue. I'd like to watch you get supper, if it wont bother you.

SUE — It wont bother me. Miss Lucy. I'm going to put the potatoes on.

LUCY— I'll go with you. I've never done any cooking, but I think it would be interesting. (Exits R.)

SUE — Well, maybe she isn't so bad after all, but I'm suspicious of her wanting to watch me cook. I'll just keep an eye on her and Bob. (Exits R.)

Skilly looks in at window cautiously, then enters i-oom. Is alert and watchful.

MOSE— (Off L) Missie Sue— Missie Sue.

SUE— (Off R) What is it, Mose?

Skilly alarmed, looks around for place to hide; discovers clothes basket, crawls in it, pulls table cloth over him.

MOSE— (Entering-) Missie Sue—

SUE — (Entering R) What do you want, Mose?

MOSE — I done forgot to shet the barn door and dat Cataract horse got out and won't let me cotch him, and I got to hab a lump of sugar to entice him with.

SUE— All right.

MOSE— And, Missie Sue, you all aint done forg'ot about dat little lunch hab you?

SUE— No, I'll bring that, too. (Exits R.)

MOSE — (Sits at table.) Yes, dat am the smartest horse — he done knows Marse Bob gwine to be mad cause I didn't shut dat door, and he's gwine to stay out 'till he gets his sugar.

SUE — (Enters R with sandwich, piece of pie and lump of sugar.) Here you are, Mose.

MOSE — Thankee, Missie Sue, thankee.

Sue exits R.

MOSE — Now Ise gwine to sit right here and eat dis here sandwich first — den I can eat my pie when I go back. (Eats.) Yes, sir, dat horse am smart; he lets me get so close to him, and when he sees I aint got no sugar he runs away, but when he sees the sugar he comes right up and takes it out of my hand —

As he talks he lets his hand hang over edge of table, and on "my hand," Skilly, who has been cautiously watching Mose, takes sandwich and again hides under table cloth.

— and lets me lead him right back to the barn. (Starts to eat, puzzled over loss of sandwich.) I dont jest remember eatin' dat sandwich. (Takes a bite of pie, hand then as before.) Dat sure am good pie. Ise gwine to eat it slower, then I'll know Ise got it. Den Ise goin' down and show Marse Stanton how dat horse done eat sugar right out of my hand —

Skilly (Takes pie, hides as before.) — because he laughed because I couldn't cotch dat horse. (Discovers loss of pie. Backs away from table.) I don't remember eating dat pie, but it sure am gone. I had a sandwich and dat am gone — and I had a pie and dat am gone — but dere am the sugar — (Captures sugar by suddenly jumping for it and putting* his cap over it). Ise got you, and I'll just take you along before you am gone. (Exits C D, running.)

SKILLY — (Leaving basket). Gee, that tasted good — ^I was starving. Glad the nigger didn't catch on. Must get out of here. I'll take a look around and see what kind of people they are, and if they look all right, I'll strike them for something more to eat.

SUE — (Off R.) I'll see if they are coming. Miss Lucy.

Skilly hides in basket. Sue enters R, crosses to window, looks out and in turning sees Skilly's arm as he arranges tablecloth. Sue is alarmed, gets rifle, covers basket.

SUE — Now, Mr. Burglar in that basket, just stick your head out and give an account of yourself before I spoil our best tablecloth.

Skilly uncovers; both look at each other in surprise^ SKILLY— Sue!

SUE— Skilly!

LUCY— (Off R.) Are they coming, Sue?

Skilly hides in basket.

LUCY — (Enters R.) Why, Sue, what are you doing with that rifle?

SUE — Just — just— sweeping the floor. Miss Lucy. LUCY — Sweeping the floor?

SUE — Oh, no, I mean I — I — just thought I saw something alive and I wanted to see what it was.

LUCY— Did you find out?

SUE — Yes'm, no'm. I mean it's gone now. LUCY — Well, I wish you'd put that gun away, you might hurt someone.

Lucy crosses L, Sue puts rifle in corner, returns to table. Stanton and Mose enter D F.

STANTON— (Entering D F) A mighty fine horse, Mose, do you think Mr. Randall would sell him?

MOSE — No, indeed, Marse Bob never sell dat horse.

Stanton crosses L to Lucy. Sue nervous and worried. Mose comes down to table then remembers experience and "shies" away, goes back to door.

STANTON— I've been having a look at Mr. Randall's horses. He has one unusually fine one. I wonder if he would sell him ?

Sue goes to door, talks aside with Mose. LUCY — I doubt it. I know the horse you mean. Bob — Mr. Randall takes particular pride in him, allows no one to ride him but himself, and I don't think he could be persuaded to sell. Skilly cautiously looks out.

STANTON — But it's a shame to allow the horse to remain here doing nothing. I'd put him on the track — he'd beat anything on the circuit.

Sue gets colored tablecloth from sideboard, prepares to set table.

LUCY — Oh, Morris, thinking of horse racing again! I thought you had given it up?

STANTON — I thought so too, but the chance with a horse like that would be too good to lose.

SKILLY— (Aside.) Morse Stanton!

He is discovered by Sue who thrown the second table cloth over him.

LUCY— Why, what's the matter. Sue?

SUE — Nothing — I was just shooing a fly.

MOSE — Here comes Marse Bob now. (Exits to L).

BOB — (Outside.) Hello, Mose, got the stock all fed? How's Cataract? Give him a good feed, Mose. (Enters D F.) Hello, Sue, how's supper? (Discovers others.) Why, Lucy, this is a surprise, I didn t know you were here. (Shakes Tiands.)

LUCY— I just arrived this morning and thought I would ride over and see all of you. Allow me to present Mr. Stanton, Mr. Randall.

BOB — Glad to meet you, Mr. Stanton. You must excuse my seeming inhospitality, but I was down on the ditch. Sue, why didn't you send Mose down —

STANTON— Don't apologize, Mr. Randall, and don't blame Sue. We didn't wish to disturb you in your worK.

BOB — Well, I'm through now, got everything finished and the ditch is complete. But sit down —

Stanton turns to rocking chair L.

BOB — Not there, Mr. Stanton, let me give you a chair over here. Susie, let's move this basket. (Starts R).

SUE — (Stopping him). Oh, no, no — I mean, let me move it. I've g-ot that tablecloth spread out to dry. I'll move it. (Tries to shove basket.)

BOB— What's the matter?

SUE — Nothing — nothing at 'tall. (Aside) Oh, gee, what'll I do?

BOB — I'm afraid it's too heavy for you — let me —

SUE — Oh, no — no — (She lifts cloth by corners, holding her arms apart forming a screen for Skilly who leaves basket. She covers Skilly's exit R, talking as she does so and pushing basket with knees.) You see, this is our best table cloth, and I just laid it out there to dry, and I didn't want to wrinkle it. (Aside) My arms are broken. Skilly, if you aint gone I can't help you any more. (She lets her arms fall and drops table cloth into basket.)

Lucy sits R of table, Stanton L. Bob C. Sue lights

lamp, sets it on table. Darker outside. Sue sets table.

STANTON — I have heard something of your irrigation

project, and as I have interests here, would like to know just

what your plan is.

BOB — You have property here?

STANTON — Yes, I own the quarter-section southwest of here. It belonged to an uncle of mine, but on his recent death came to me.

BOB — My plan will not affect you any as your place is already irrigated. It is for the people further down the valley. While the Frenchman carries a great deal of water in the spring season, the fall is so great, that it is soon gone or else sweeps everything before it. I have studied the stream carefully and have found that here was the best place to build a dam and put in a gate. Here the valley is wider, giving a larger storage capacity. In a short time I can supply the valley with all the water needed for irrigation.

STANTON — You are sole owner of this project?

BOB — Yes, by means of a mortgage I have been able to handle it.

STANTON— You say the work is finished?

BOB — Yes, they close the gates tonight.

STANTON — And will all this water lie on your own land?

BOB — Yes. I have a plan here that will explain things better. (Gets blue print from sideboard and spreads it on table.) Here you see is the course of the Frenchman, entering my land here. Here is the dam, giving me all this enclosed part of the valley for the lake.

STANTON— This must be my land lying here.

BOB— Yes.

STANTON — And my ditches are filled from this stream?

BOB — Yes. You see your ditches are supplied from above the lake so your supply will be in no way diminished.

STANTON— No, rather the other, I think.

BOB — What do you mean?

STANTON— That when your lake begins to fill my land will be flooded.

BOB — No; except in the case of a freshet the water in your main ditch will only be raised a few inches.

STANTON— But in case of a flood?

BOB — If you anticipate a flood it would be advisable to raise the banks a foot or so.

STANTON— I'll have to look over the land first.

MOSE — (Enters D F.) Marse Bob, the men say to tell you they's gwine to close the gate.

BOB — All right, Mose. Shall we go down and watch the operation?

LUCY — Yes, indeed. Then we must be going back, as it is getting late. My riding whip —

SUE— I'll get it. (Exits R.)

iSTANTON— If you don't mind, I'll walk ahead. I'd like another look at that horse of yours, Mr. Randall.

BOB— All right, Mose will go with you.

MOSE — I'll done have to light a lantern.

Stanton and Mose exit D F. Lucy and Bob C.

BOB — It's good to see you back again.

LUCY — And I enjoy being back.

BOB — Going to stay long?

LUCY — I don't know. I had to come on business and will probably be here several weeks.

BOB— Who is this Mr. Stanton?

LUCY — He's from Denver, too. I have known him for several years; when he learned I was coming down here he came with me as he wished to see the land his uncle left him.

BOB — Well, I hope you decide to stay. We'll take a ride up the ditch some time —

LUCY — It's been quite a while since we rode the ditch.

BOB — -Yes; I guess the last time was just before you went away to school. I remember now — you had on a pink dress, and a sunbonnet, and your hair was in two pigtails. We didn't have any saddles, and you rode —

LUCY— Oh, Bob!

BOB — dad's little gray pony.

LUCY — I remember, and we had a race.

BOB — And your sunbonnet didn't have any strings on it, so you tied it on with your pigtails.

LUCY — I'm afraid we didn t watch the ditch very close that day.

BOB — No, we left that to Dad. Poor old dad, what has been finished today was his dream.

LUCY — And you have realized it. You deserve to be congTatulated. Let me be the first. (Offers her hand.)

BOB — (Taking her hand.) Thank you. When will we take that ridfe?

LUCY — Oh, almost any day.

BOB— I'll let you ride Cataract.

LUCY— That will be fine.

BOB — Havn't got a pink dress you could wear have you?

LUCY— I'm afraid not, why?

BOB — Thought maybe we could make ourselves like we were that day, everything else has changed so.

LUCY — But we must change too, you know. Enter Sue R, with whip.

BOB — Yes, I suppose so, but you will always be the same to me.

SUE — (Putting' whip between them.) Here's your whip.

LUCY— Oh, thank you, Susie. (To Bob) Hadn't we better go, they will be waiting for us. (Lucy and Bob exit D F.)

SUE — I'm suspicious of her. Come in. Skilly.

SKILLY— (At D R.) Is he gone?

SUE— Who? Bob?

SKILLY— Bob? No, that other fellow, Morse Stanton.

SUE— Mr. Stanton? Do you know him?

SKILLY— (Entering.) Do I know that guy? Say, if it wasn't for him — aw, well, never mind.

SUE— Tell me, Skilly.

SKILLY^ — I will, sometime. Is he living around here ?

SUE — I don't know. I never saw him before.

SKILLY — I don't want him to see me. And don't you have anything to do with him. Sue.

SUE — Oh, dear no, we aint in the same set. (Affected walk R.)

SKILLY — Gee, what a long tail our cat's got. Say, Sue, you're looking swell since the last time I saw you.

SUE — Things have been going great with me. Skilly, since those days we used to sell papers and stand over the gratings at the restaurants to get warm and smell the cooking and imagine we had a meal. Bob's given me a dandy home. He's the best fellow there is. But what have you been doing since I left?

SKILLY — I got tired of selling papers, and went ovit to the track and finally g-ot a chance to ride. I always wanted to you know. I was on the circuit for two years and hobnobbed with the high-tones, I tell you. Then I got in bad —

SUE— Tell me about it.

SKILLY — Aw, it wouldn't do any good, you couldn't help me.

SUE — No, but maybe Bob could.

SKILLY— Bob? Do you think he would?

SUE — Sure, if I told him you were a friend of mine.

STANTON— (Off L). I'll bring up the horses and we can start back at once.

LUCY— (Off L.) All right, I'll wait in the house for you.

Skilly and Sue exit R, hurriedly. Lucy enters D F.

Comes down to the table, lays whip on table, crosses L

and sits in rocking chair. Pause Bob enters D F comes down C. Lucy looks up at Bob and smiles as thoug'h expecting him to speak.

BOB — That's mother's chair you're sitting in — don't get up. You see, mother don't need it now. She used to always sit there, ever since I can remember. She wasn t strong ind couldn't get around much. I used to help her do the work around the house Avhen I was a little chap, but after father died, I had to do his work and that made it harder for mother, so we took Susie in to help. She was a waif, I got her in Omaha, and the Judge gave me the right to be a big brother or a father to her. Mother kept getting weaker and weaker and finally I had to carry her out here in the mornings and back to her room at night. She'd sit there all day looking out across the valley, or else reading- in the Bible, and in the evening after my work was done, we'd sit here in the twilight and talk of things that were only for us. Then one day I couldn't carry her out any more — the last time she left her room they took her through the door — she's sleeping out there beside father. After she was gone I never moved her chair, or the little table, and her Bible always laid there, just as she left it, only in the evening I open it, and read a chapter, and then it almost seems that she was here again. All the folks ai'ound here know about Mother's cha'r — and you're the only one to sit there since she died.

LUCY — (Rising.) Oh, I'm so sorry — I didn't know — I didn't mean —

BOB — I don't mean it that way, Lucy. I mean you are the only one I'd rather see sit there than Mother. LUCY — Don't — don't say any more —

BOB- — I must tell you, Lucy — tell you what has been in my heart for years — tell you that I love you, and —

LUCY — No — no — don't say any more — I should have told you — I — I am engaged to Mr. Morris Stanton.

A pause. Bob, surprised and stunned at news, bows his head. Lucy crosses to table, gets whip, up to D F, slowly as though expecting Bob to speak to her but as he does not notice her she exits D F. Pause. Sue enters R, and in dumb show persuades Skilly to enter. SUE — Say, Bob, your supper's getting cold. BOB — I don't believe I want any supper tonight. Sue. (Crosses to table and picks up Bible.) Have you had supper. Sue?

-IS-

SUE — Yes, me and Skilly had a lunch.

BOB— Skilly?

SUE— Yes, this is Skilly. I used to know him when I was only a kid on the street; he's me old pal, and I want to know can he stay here?

BOB — Any friend of yours it always welcome, Sue. SUE — Thank you, Bob, you're awful good. Going to read now?

Bob sits R of table; Sue puts lamp on table then sits R of Bob, and Skilly R of Sue. Bob opens Bible, turns the leaves. Horses heard outside, close, leaving and dying away in distance. Bob listens. Skilly listens apprehensively. Sue defiant and proud.

CURTAIN.

Act Ii— Dooryard Of Randall's House

Exterior. Wood wings R, and back drop either wood or river scene. Set house L, one story, with porch. Door in house and window to correspond with Act 1. Bench R C. Old chair near porch. Flowers and vines on and over porch.

Discovered. Skilly seated on bench R, looking off R through pair of field glasses.

SKILLY — Yep, that's him all right — Morse Stanton — one of the biggest gamblers and race track crooks in the country. Mixing in with the. swell people here, and me, that knows enough to send him to the pen got to hide like a rat. Wonder if he's trying to marry that girl ? Gee, she's in for a tough time of it if she does. I think Bob's kinder stuck on her. I don't see why she don't fall in love with him. He's a swell chap all right. Told me to make myself at home here and never wanted to know my pedigree at all. I'll tell him some day though, maybe he can help me. I'd like to get a chance to bawl that crooked guy, but it wouldn't do any good, only get me in bad again. (Looks.) You did me dirt, Morse Stanton, but some day I'll give you cause to remember Skilly.