Life — December 28, 1893 — page 34: what you’re looking at

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12 surely find a bride in Chicago. But you will have to excuse me, Baron, as I have to dress for dinner. ¢ it THE BARON, with awkward bows, and, after a few moments spent in amused contemplation, DOROTHY. A Hiatus of three hours. Enter MR. DEBEVOIS OTHY, and JERRY from the dining-room. MR. D settles himself by the fire with the evening papers, and the others seck the seclusion of the remotest corner of the room.) Dorotuy: Well, my ambitious Jeremiah, have you fin- ished it yet? JERRY: Don't be too hard on a fellow, Dorothy. You girls haven't any idea of a man’s duties or a man’s temptations. You sit around and admire yourselves in mirrors most of the day; pay visits for an hour or two, and then pin your whole futures on making a marriage. After making that, you make the man further yourambitions. It's very well for you to talk about ambition and accom- plishing something, and all that sort of tommy rot, but when it comes to doing anything yourselves, except marrying, you are emphatically not in it. Dorotuy: Don’t talk slang, Jerry. should have left that habit in New Haven. answered my question. Is it finished ? JERRY: Don't you understand that a fellow who goes about at all has a lot of calls on his time? That when he starts to go home to work, he’s likely to meet some fellow whom he doesn’t want to meet, who stops him to talk about something he doesn’t care about, but that he can’t get rid of the fellow in a minute without being rude, and then he meets another fellow, and then he finds a note that has to be answered right away, and then he has to do a lot of things about his quarters and then it's time to go to bed and he hasn't done anything at all in the way of work. But that’s neither here nor there. You know I love you. You know I've got money enough for both of us. And just because you say I'm not ambitious to make anything of myself you keep me dangling along here because you want your husband to be somebody. Dorotuy: [don't insist on your dangling, Jerry. I told you that if you would finish the novel by Christmas, I would promise to marry you, It wasn’t. much—it only meant that you should conquer your procrastinating habits this once and I knew that the book would make you famous. It wasn't my own ambition for a well known name. If it had been that, the Baron von Lager-—— Jerry: Yes—I know! That miserable, stupid Dutch- man I was fool enough to present to you. And I suppose you would throw me over—forget all the happy hours we have known together—drive me, to drink—send me perhaps toa suicide’s grave—do anything—to marry an idiot who has “It's very well for you to talk,” A Yale graduate But you haven't - LIFE: a title and can get you presented at the Court of Limburger Wienerwurst. DoroTHy: Well—is that not better than marrying a man who is content to spend his life smoking cigarettes in the window of a New York club? JERRY: But you don’t give a fellow a chance, You're making that novel just an excuse. It’s a poor little tuppenny ambition for yourself, not love for me, that made you make that test. It was only an excuse to be rid of me—you want to marry the Dutchman. Dororuy: No, Jerry, that is not true. But to-day Baron von Lagenheimer offered me his hand and title. You can not blame me if instead of the aimless life 1 would lead with a man so little ambitious as yourself, I should choose the broader sphere open to a member of the European nobility. JERRY: So then, Dorothy, my game is up. There's nouse in being sentimental. I'll get out without any fuss and you can explain to your father that I had to go home (sar- castically) to work. I thought you were more of a woman than to prefer a Dutchman's title to an American's love, but I see you're just like the rest of them. I wish you joy Baroness that is to be. (Afakes a move as though to leave her. She detains him.) Dorotuy: Jerry. JERRY: Well? Miss Newmon: 1 am Goixc ELOCUTION. Her Friend: Wat For? Aliss Newmon: Papa's TAKEN A BOX FOR THE OPERA SEASON, IN NOW TO TAKE MY LESSONS IN comicbooks.com