Judge — February 5, 1910 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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Amateur—" Now that I've built my boat there's no way to get her out. ‘The book never mentioned that !’* A SUBURBAN ELOPEMENT. A DOMESTIC COMEDY IN TWO ACTS. Dramatis Persone. Joun Wise A Suburban Father Mrs. Wise His Wife Heten Wisk Their Daughter ACT I. Scrxe—Ample piazza of a suburban villa. Generously proportioned maples shade the hou: loun Wise, a retired merchant, is discov: sitting in his side whiskers and cool summer garments on the piazza, reading the afternoon paper and Enter Mrs. Wise excitedly, holding letter smoking a cigar. in her hand. Mrs. Wise—Oh, John, dear, listen to this! it up on Helen’s bureau. Isn’t it awful? Mr. Wise—Perhaps if you let me see it or hear it I can judge better. Sitdown. You're excited. Mrs. Wise—Of course I’m excited. I'm going to lose Helen. Listen. (Reads.) ‘* Dearest, be ready to fly with me at five o’clock sharp, Monday, June 9th. Don’t forget the date. Will come to the house and take you right away from the old folks. The machine is in perfect order now and your father will never catch us until we are married. Yours till death, George."’ Isn't it lucky I found it, John? Helen is evidently expecting to elope, for her traveling dress and her suitcase are not in her room. To-day is the 9th, isn’t it? Mr. Wise—Yes. (Looks at his watch.) And it's five minutes of five. (Rises from his chair excitedly:) And so he expects to take her away in broad daylight from under our very I like his assurance. (Paces the piazza.) Where's It’s time she was on hand if she expects to go. I like his gall. Coming here to take I like his nerve, Where is I just picked nose! Helen? (Laughs sarcastically.) her away right before our eyes! Helen? By CHARLES BATTELL LOOMIS. Mrs. Wise (fanning herself distractedly)—I'm sure I don’t know. She isn't in her room and I haven't seen her since lunch. She said she was going to the library. Mn. Wise (explosively) —Probably the letter is a blind, then. They'll undoubtedly elope from the library. Where's my hat? a Mrs. Wisk (rising to her feet)—Oh, here comes the di now! Don’t be harsh with her, father, Remember we Mr. Wise—Yes; but I wasn’t such an addlepate as George girl Bliss, (Enter HELEN at front gate, walks calmly under the noble trees that ev front of the house, and mounts the steps of the piazza, She She looks col and pretty as she pletely shade the smiles at her parents.) Mr. Wise (advancing to meet her and trying to be calm) — Helen, were you expecting to go out with George Bliss this (calmly)—Yes, father. Fatner (aside)—She doesn’t know we've read her letter, How did you know? Mr. WI It’s not hard to guess—he’s here so often. Well, your mother and I have been talking it over and we've come to the conclusion that you can’t go out without a chaperon, and your mother does not feel like riding. Now, I don’t want an; ne Just go upstairs to your room and busy yourself there until the dinner bell rings. HELEN (svreetly)-—Yes, fathe mother and goes upstairs with no evidence of ruffled feelings.) Mr. Wise—How calm she is! That's odd, unless she does n’t really love him. That's it—she’s probably glad that we are preventing the elopement. I'll sit here and finish this cigar and tell George what I think of him when he motors up. Puppy! se (She kisses him and her comicbooks.com