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The Pot Boiler

A Comedy in Four Acts

Upton Sinclair


Will ............................. The author
Peggy ................Joint author and critic
Bill ..................... Their son (aged 8)
Dad ............................ Will's father
Schmidt......................... The grocer
The Policeman.
The Landlady.


Jack ........................ The adventurer
Bob ............................. His cousin
Dad .............................. His father
Jessie.............................. His sister
Gladys .......................... His fiancee
Belle ............................. A waitress
Dolly ............................. Her sister
Bill .........................A street gamin
Schmidt ................ A restaurant keeper
The Policeman.
The Landlady.
A snow shoveller.
A butler.

Note: The characters of Dad, Bill, Schmidt, the Landlady and the
Policeman are the same in the Real and the Play-play. The character
of Jack is played by Will, and that of Belle by Peggy.



SCENE.--_A transparent curtain of net extends across the stage from
right to left, about six feet back of the foot-lights. Throughout
the text, what goes on in front of this curtain is referred to as
the Real-play; what goes on behind the curtain is the Play-play.
Upon the sides of the curtain, Right and Left, is painted a
representation of an attic room in a tenement house. The curtain
becomes thin, practically nothing at center, so the audience sees
the main action of the Play-play clearly. At Right in the Real-play
is a window opening on a fire-escape, and in front of the window a
cot where the child sleeps. At Left in the Real-play is a window, an
entrance door, a flat-topped desk and two chairs. This setting of
the Real-play remains unchanged throughout the four acts._

_The scenes of the Play-play change with each act. For Act I the set
is a drawing-room in a wealthy old New York home, entrances
Right-center and Left. Both front and rear scenes are lighted by
many small lights, which can be turned off a few at a time, so that
one scene or the other fades slowly. When the Real-play is in full
light, the Play-play is dark and invisible. When the front scene is
entirely dark, we see the Play-play, slightly veiled at the sides.
In case of some rude interruption, the dream is gone in a flash, and
the reality of the garret surrounds us. The text calls for numerous
quick changes of three of the characters from the Real-play to the
Play-play and back. Dialogue and business have been provided at
these places to permit the changes._

AT RISE.--_The Real-play, showing_ PEGGY _putting_ BILL _to bed; she
is young and pretty, he is a bright but frail child._

_Bill._ Say, Peggy!

_Peggy._ Well, Bill?

_Bill._ Can you guess.

_Peggy._ How many guesses?

_Bill._ Three.

_Peggy._ All right. I guess my little son doesn't want to go to bed!

_Bill._ Say! You guessed it!

_Peggy._ Oh, mother's great at guessing!

_Bill._ But honest, it's still light.

_Peggy._ I know--but that's because it's summertime. Don't you
remember the little song? (sings)

    In winter I get up at night
    And dress by yellow candle-light;
    In summer, quite the other way,
    I have to go to bed by day!

_Bill._ Say, Peggy--when's Will coming in?

_Peggy._ I don't know, dear. Your father's working.

_Bill._ Ain't he goin' to have any dinner?

_Peggy._ I don't know--he didn't tell me.

_Bill._ Is he writin'?

_Peggy._ Yes--or else thinking about things to write.

_Bill._ Say! He's great on writin', ain't he?

_Peggy._ You bet!

_Bill._ Do you think it's good stuff?

_Peggy._ Indeed I do, Bill!

_Bill._ You don't often tell him so.

_Peggy._ Don't I?

_Bill._ No--generally you rip him up the back.

PEGGY (laughs). Well, mother has to keep him trying, you know.

_Bill._ Say, Peggy, do you suppose I'll be an author when I grow up?

_Peggy._ Can't tell, dear--it depends.

_Bill._ Maybe I'll have to get some payin' job, hey?

_Peggy._ Where did you pick up that idea?

_Bill._ Ain't you talkin' about it all the time to him?

_Peggy._ Am I? Well, I declare! Now, come, Mr. Bill--it's after

_Bill._ Can't I wait till Will comes?

_Peggy._ No, dear.

_Bill._ Well, will you tell him to wake me up?

_Peggy._ No, dear. I'll tell him _not_ to.

_Bill._ But Peggy, will you have him kiss me in my sleep?

_Peggy._ Yes, I'll do that. Now, there you are. A big fat kiss for
mother! Now, to sleep!

_Bill._ Say, Peggy!

_Peggy._ What?

_Bill._ The people next door ain't runnin' the gramophone tonight!

_Peggy._ No, dear. Now go to sleep.

_Bill._ And the people in hack ain't singin' any coon-songs!

_Peggy._ Now go to sleep for mother. Don't speak any more.

_Bill._ Say, Peggy!

_Peggy._ Well?

_Bill._ I won't. Good night.

_Peggy._ Good-night!

(She goes Left humming to herself; sits at table, and prepares to

_Will (Enters Left softly; a young poet, delicate and sensitive. He
watches_ PEGGY, _then closes door, tiptoes up and leans over her
shoulder)._ Well?

_Peggy (starts)._ Oh, Will, how you frightened me! Where in the
world have you been?

_Will._ Oh, it's a long tale.

_Peggy._ Have you had dinner?

_Will._ No, I don't want to eat.

_Peggy._ What's the matter? A new idea?

_Will._ I'll tell you, Peggy. Wait a bit.

_Peggy (as he takes mail from pocket)._ Some mail?

_Will._ Yes--all rejection slips. Nothing but rejection slips!
_(throws pile of returned manuscripts on the table)._ How I wish
some magazine would get a new kind of rejection slip! _(Sits

_Peggy._ Did you get any money for the rent?

_Will._ Not yet, Peggy _(suddenly)._ The truth is, I didn't try.
Peggy, I've got to write that play!

_Peggy (Horrified)._ Will!

_Will._ I tell you I've got to! That's what I've been doing--sitting
in Union Square, working it over--ever since lunch time! It's a
perfectly stunning idea.

_Peggy._ Oh, Will, I know all that--but how can you write plays when
we must have money? Money right away! Money to pay the landlady!
Money to pay the grocer!

_Will._ But Peggy--

_Peggy._ Will, you've got to do something that will sell right off
the bat--payment on acceptance! Short stories! Sketches!

_Will (wildly)._ But don't you see that so long as I do short
stories and sketches I'm a slave? I earn just enough to keep us
going week by week. Pot-boiling--pot-boiling--year after year! And
youth is going--life is going! Peggy, I've got to make a bold
stroke, do something big and get out of this!

_Peggy._ But Will, it's madness! A play's the hardest thing of all
to sell. There's not one chance in a thousand--a hundred thousand!

_Will._ But Peggy--

_Peggy._ Listen to me. You go off in the park and dream of
plays--but I have to stay at home and face the landlady and the
grocer. I tell you I can't stand it! Honest to God, I'll have to go
back to the stage and keep this family going.

_Will (in distress)._ Peggy!

_Peggy._ I know! But I'm at the end of my rope. The landlady was
here--the grocer has shut down on us. We can't get any more bread,
any more meat--all our credit's gone!

_Will._ Gee! It's tough!

_Peggy._ I've held out eight years, and we never dreamed it would
last that long. You said one year--three years--then surely Dad
would relent and take us back, or give us some money. But Dad
doesn't relent--Dad's going to die and leave his money to a Home for
Cats! I tell you, dear, I've got to go back to the stage and earn a

_Will (radiantly)._ You might play the heroine of my play.

_Peggy._ Yes--a star the first night! Isn't that like a husband and
a poet! I assure you, Will, it'll be an agency for me, and a part
with three lines, at thirty a week--

_Will (sits staring before him, with repressed intensity)._ Listen!
I've tried--honest, I've tried, but I can't get away from that play.
You know how often I've said that I wanted to find a story like our
own--so that I could use our local color, pour our emotions into it,
our laughter and our tears. And, Peggy, this is the story! Our _own_
story! It has pathos and charm--it will hold the crowd--

_Peggy_. Dear Will, _what_ do you know about the crowd? Pathos and
charm! Do you suppose the mob that comes swarming into Broadway at
eight o'clock every evening is on the hunt for pathos and charm?
They want to see women with the latest Paris fashions on them--or
with nothing on them at all! They want to see men in evening dress,
drinking high-balls, lighting expensive cigars, departing from
palatial homes to the chugging sound of automobiles.

_Will_. But Peggy, this play will have two dress-suit acts. I can
show the world I used to live in--I can use Dad's own house for a
scene. And I can finish it in four days!

_Peggy_. Yes--if you sit up all night and work! Don't you know that
when you work all night your stomach stops working all day? Haven't
you sworn to me on the Bible you'd never work at night again?

_Will (seizes her in his arms)_. Peggy! I've got to do this play!
I've started it.

_Peggy_. What?

_Will_. What do you think I've been doing all afternoon? _(Pulls out
a huge wad of loose papers from rear pocket.)_ Look at that! _(Drags
her to the table._) Now sit down here and listen--I'll tell you
about it. I'm going to tell my own story--a rich young fellow who has
a quarrel with his father and goes out into the world to make his
own way. I'm going to call him Jack, but he's really myself. Imagine
me as I was at twenty-one-when I was happy, care-free, full of fun.

_Peggy._ Oh, Will, I can't imagine you! I can't bring myself to
believe that you were ever rich and free!

_Will._ But I was, Peggy! And this will bring it all back to you.
When you read this manuscript you'll see me when I didn't know what
trouble meant-I'd never had to make an effort in my life, I couldn't
imagine what it would be to fail. Oh, what a wonderful time it was,
Peggy! It's been wonderful just to recall it here. I've pictured my
twenty-first birthday--I had a dinner party in the big drawing-
room of Dad's home! (_As Will goes on the Real-play fades, and the
Play-play comes slowly into sight._) There's Jessie, my sister, and
there's my cousin, Bob. He's a college professor who went out into
the world as a hobo in order to see life for himself. You see it's
all my story--my _own_ story! Only my name's to be Jack, you know!
Here's the manuscript! Read it!

(_Full light on the Play-play. The Real-play figures are in
darkness, visible only in silhouette. Will exchanges places with a
substitute concealed on upstage side of the desk, and then slips
below the level of the desk and exit Left, to make quick change for
entrance into Play-play in the role of Jack._)

_Jessie._ But Bob--

_Bob._ Well, Jessie?

_Jessie._ You're so hard on people, Bob!

_Bob._ Not at all! It's life that's hard, and you don't know it.
Neither does Jack!

_Jessie._ Why do you want him to know it?

_Bob._ I want him to do his share to change it--instead of idling
his life away.

_Jessie._ He's going to college, isn't he?

_Bob (laughs)._ A lot of good that's doing!

_Jessie._ Don't you believe in going to college?

_Bob._ Not the way Jack's doing it. It's all play to him, and I want
him to work. Just as I was trying to tell him a while ago--

_Jessie._ You're always nagging at him, Bob.

_Bob._ I want to teach him something. Something about the reality of

_Jack (enters Play-play left in evening dress)._ Good heavens! You
two still arguing?

_Bob._ Yes, Jack--still arguing!

_Jack._ Can't you cut it out for one evening? I'm not in your class
in college.

_Bob._ If you were, Jack, you'd learn something real about the world
you live in.

_Jack._ Oh, cut it out, Bob! You give me a pain! Just because you
once put on hobo clothes and went out and knocked about with bums
for a year, you think you've a call to go around making yourself a
bore to every one you know!

_Bob._ Well, Jack, some things I saw made an impression on me and I
can't forget them. When I hear my glib young cousin who sits and
surveys life from the shelter of his father's income--when I hear
him making utterly silly assertions----

_Jack (angrily)._ What, for example?

_Bob._ The one you were making today--that if a man fails, it must
be his own fault.

_Jack._ I say there's a place in life for every man that's good for

_Bob._ I say that with things as they are at present, most men fail
of necessity.

_Jack._ They'd succeed if they only had nerve to try. There's plenty
of good jobs lying idle.

_Bob._ Oh, Jack, what rot!

_Jack._ By thunder, I'd like to show you!

_Bob._ We'd like to do all sorts of bold things--if only it weren't
too much trouble.

_Jack._ What should I do to prove it?

_Bob._ You couldn't prove it, Jack--it isn't true.

_Jack._ Suppose I wanted to _try_ to prove it? What should I do?

_Bob._ You're wasting my time, boy.

_Jack (to Jessie)._ You see! He won't even answer me!

_Jessie._ Answer him, Bob.

_Bob._ Just what do you want to prove, Jack?

_Jack._ That a man can get a job if he really wants it.

_Bob._ Well, suppose you get a job!

_Jessie._ That's too easy! Jack has a dozen jobs waiting for him
when he gets through college.

_Bob._ I don't mean for him to go on his father's name. Here--I'll
propose a test for you. Upstairs in my trunk is an old suit that I
wore when I went out and lived as a hobo. Put it on. Put on the torn
overcoat and the ragged hat. I was going to say empty your
pockets--but you needn't do that--there's nothing in the pockets. Go
out of here tonight, and make this bargain--that for six months you
won't tell a soul who you are, that you won't communicate with one
of your friends, nor use any of their influence. For six months
you'll shift for yourself and take what comes to you. And then you
can come back, and we'll see how far you've risen in the world. Also
we'll see whether you haven't changed some of your ideas! _(A

_Jack (in a low voice)._--That would satisfy you, would it?

_Bob._ Yes, that would satisfy me.

_Jack._ All right! By thunder--I'll go you! _(Starts away.)_

_Jessie (horrified)._ Jack! You're out of your senses.

_Jack._ I'm not. I mean it. I'm tired of his jawing at me!

_Jessie (rushes to him)._ I won't hear of it!

_Jack._ I'm going to show him.

_Jessie (turns to Bob)._ I won't have my brother leave me!

_Bob._ Don't worry, Jessie. Your brother won't really go!

_Jack._ Yes, I will!

_Jessie (wildly)._ But Jack! It's time for your birthday-dinner!

_Bob._ We'll save the dinner and eat it cold. He'll be back in a day
or two.

_Jack._ You may spare your taunts, Bob.

_Jessie (catching him by the arm)._--I'll send for Dad! You shan't

_Jack (aside to Jessie)._ Listen, Jessie. There's another reason.
I've _got_ to go. I've got into another row at college.

_Jessie._ Jack! What have you done?

_Jack._ Oh, it's a long story--the point is, Dad has heard of it
to-day, and he'll be wild. He said the last time that if I got into
any more trouble, he'd turn me out.

_Jessie._ But, Jack! He won't really do it!

_Jack._ Yes, he meant it! And I don't want to give him a chance to
order me out--I want to go before he gets here----_(He starts off
Left.)_ I'll go and put on those hobo clothes.

_Jessie._ Jack! I beg you----_(Jack exit.)_

_Jessie (turns upon Bob)._ Bob, I think it's wicked of you!

_Bob._ Why, Jessie?

_Jessie._ To nag at Jack all the time! You've driven him crazy!

_Bob._ Never mind--he'll soon get sane. You never knew him to stick
at anything very long.

_Jessie._ Oh! Oh! I think you're horrid! And right before our
party--what will we tell the guests?

_Bob._ Tell them the truth; they'll think it's romantic--like a
story in a play. Why, Jessie----

_(During this dialogue Jack has slipped back into the coat of Will
and sits at the desk, Left_ 1. _The sound of a sharp whistle heard
in the Real-play, Left_ 1. Instantly the Play-play vanishes. Full
light on the Real-play.)_

_Will (looking up in bewilderment and disgust)._ My God! What's

_Peggy._ Something at the dumb-waiter, dear.

_Will._ Oh, Lord!

_Peggy (rises)._ Wait, dear. _(Hurries out of door Left, calls at
shaft.)_ Well?

_Voice below._ Garbage!

_Will (tears hair)._ Garbage.

_Peggy (cheerfully)._ All right! _(Returns and gets can, exit

_Will._ Garbage! Garbage! Garbage!

_Peggy._ A little higher, please--there, that'll do! All right!

_Will._ Can you explain to me one mystery of this universe?

_Peggy._ What, dear?

_Will._ Why does the garbage-man always call when I'm inspired?

_Peggy._ Dear Will--probably the garbage-man is wondering why you
are always inspired when he calls.

_Will (moans)._ Well, shall I go on?

_Peggy._ You must wait, dear. He'll be returning the can in a few

_Will._ A few minutes! Oh, the agonies of being an author!
_(Eagerly.)_ Well, what do you think of my play?

_Peggy._ Why, Will, I'm sorry to disappoint you. It's very
interesting--but it isn't a practical play. It would never go on

_Will (in dismay)._ Not go on Broadway!

_Peggy._ No, dear. It's too talky--too much sociology. You can't get
a Broadway audience to listen to long arguments.

_Will._ Isn't it what they all need? Those wage-slaves up in the

_Peggy._ I know, dear--but they've no idea they are wage-slaves, and
they won't pay their money to hear you call them names. And down in
the three-dollar seats are people who've made their pile, and don't
want any questions asked about the way they made it. Cut out the
sociology, Will!

_Will._ But can't one discuss modern problems in a modern play?

_Peggy._ Yes, dear, but you've got to go at it differently. You've
got to get what the crowd calls the _punch._ Look at their faces,
Will--see how tired they are! You've got to find something that
comes home to them! Not arguments, not abstractions--but a clash of
human wills! Something fundamental, that every man in the crowd can
understand! Your idea's a good one, I think--having a rich boy go
out to try his luck in the under-world. There's a chance in it for
adventure, for fun, for suspense. You ought to know about that,
since you did it yourself. But you've got to start him off
differently----(_The whistle blows._)

_Will_. Oh, hell!

_Peggy_. Wait, dear. (_Exit Left, calls down shaft._) Lower, please.
No--I said _lower_. There--not too low! (_Enters with can._) All
right! Now, our troubles are over. Listen, dear. If you really want
to write, you've got to think about your audience, and what they
like. Just see, to begin with, you've left out the most important
thing in any play--whether it's a high-brow tragedy or Third Avenue

_Will_. What's that?

_Peggy_. The love interest.

_Will_. That's to come in the second act.

_Peggy_. Why the _second_ act?

_Will_. That's where Jack meets the heroine. I can't have two

_Peggy_. My dear boy, you can have a dozen, if you've wit enough to
get them in.

_Will_. With only one hero?

_Peggy_. Good Lord, Will! Didn't you ever love any woman but me?

_Will (disconcerted)_. But, Peggy----

_Peggy_. Didn't you?

_Will_. Why--you know----

_Peggy_. Of course I know! You were engaged to an heiress when you
ran away and married an actress. Why don't you put the heiress into
this play?

_Will_. Gladys?

_Peggy_. Gladys was her name, I believe. How did she act when you
told her that you loved me best? A cold, proud beauty, ready to die
before she'd let you know she cared! And isn't that exactly what
your audience is looking for? Exactly their idea of a princess of
plutocracy! And still you waste your time with a sister! Who the
deuce cares anything about a sister?

_Will_. Look here, Peggy. You'd better write this play!

_Peggy_. I've been thinking about it, ever since you first told me
the idea. Draw up your chair, and let me show you what I mean. (_The
Play-play begins to appear_.) There's Bob and Jessie, the same as
before; but also there's Gladys. I want a quite different atmosphere
from what you had. It's afternoon, and Gladys is serving tea, and
she handles the situation in tea-party fashion. Give me some paper
and let me sketch the dialogue. (_She begins to write rapidly. Full
light on the Play-play. Will makes secret exit_.)

_Gladys_. I'm waiting with a good deal of interest.

_Bob_. For what?

_Gladys_. I'm wondering how long it will be before it occurs to Jack
to ask what _I_ think of this plan of his.

_Jessie_. I hope you'll make him give it up, Gladys!

_Gladys_. Your suggestion is out of date, dear. The modern young man
doesn't give up his ideas at the request of his fiancee.

_Jessie_. Tell him what you think, at least!

_Gladys_. You don't take sugar, Bob? Don't you see that he hasn't
been interested in what I think? He has acquired some new interests.
He's going to learn about the _reality_ of life!

_Jack (enters, in afternoon coat)_. Gladys, that's not fair!

_Gladys_. Will you have tea, Jack?

_Jack_. You know I'm up against it.

_Gladys_. One lump or two, Jack?

_Jack_. I got into a scrape at college--

_Gladys_. Too strong for you, Jack? No, don't make these pretences
with me. You can get rid of me without going hoboing.

_Jessie_. How can you talk so?

_Gladys_. Such an ingenious compliment! In order to avoid having to
see or hear from his fiancee for six months, he is willing to go and
stay among the dirtiest and most disgusting people!

_Jack_. You are angry with me!

_Bob_. You ought to realize, Gladys--this will be the making of

_Gladys_. Suppose it will be the making of something I don't want?
Suppose I'd prefer him as he is?

_Bob_. You don't care for him to know about life?

_Gladys_. I don't care for him to know about low life. I don't see
at all why he can't be content with the life of ladies and

_Jack_. I thought you'd be proud to have me interested in deeper

_Gladys_. Jack, you are young and care-free. It made me happy just
to see you--you were the very spirit of youth! But now you will grow
serious, you will be pale, and have a frown upon your forehead. You
will be eternally preaching, like Bob, here--and you will bore me to

_Jack_. You are making fun of me!

_Gladys_. I am perfectly serious, I assure you. My romance is dead!

_Jack_. You don't mean--

_Gladys_. I mean Jack, that I have lost you!

_Jack (tries to catch her hand)_. You shan't say such a thing!

_Gladys_. Jack, such violent motions are dangerous at tea-parties.
You might ruin my costume!

_Jack_. If you feel like that, I won't go at all!

_Bob_. Oho! Already!

_Gladys_. Go on with your adventure, Jack. And don't try to make a
tragedy out of our parting--you know how I hate scenes. It would be
impossible for me to love a serious man--the mere thought of it
terrifies me! Go on! Go on--I absolutely insist!

_Jack (desperately)_. All right then! If that's the way you take it,
I'll go! (_rushes off Left._)

_Jessie_. Gladys, I think it's horrid of you to behave like that!

_Gladys_. Not at all, Jessie!

_Jessie_. Do you seriously intend to send him away?

_Gladys_. _Send_ him, Jessie? How do you mean? You can't send these
modern young men anywheres. They come and go to suit themselves.
They think they love a woman, and they plead for her love; but then
they begin to change their minds--they get bored with her, and think
they're bored with all life. So they go off and try something new
and romantic--something less tedious than a woman's affections. The
reality of life!

_Jessie_. I know Jack loves you!

_Gladys_. Indeed, Jessie? Too bad that Jack doesn't know it--
(_sound of gramophone in Real-play Left 1, playing a popular song.
The Play-play fades rapidly_.)

_Will_. Oh, God!

_Peggy_. Botheration!

_Will_. The fiends! (_leaps up and begins to pace the floor_.) Isn't
that enough to drive a man to distraction? To be trying to work,
trying to create something--

_Peggy_. Wait, dear. (_Goes and closes door._) Now forget about it.

_Will._ Yes, it's easy to say forget! But pretty soon the devils in
the rear will begin with their coon-songs--

_Peggy._ Well then, we'll close the window, too.

_Will._ Yes, on a hot night!

_Peggy._ What do you think of my love-interest?

_Will._ I think it's rotten.

_Peggy._ Will!

_Will._ Absolutely rotten! The idea of having her turn Jack down--at
the very beginning of the play!

_Peggy._ But that's exactly what happened! Didn't Gladys turn _you_
down? And besides, she can take him up again, if you like.

_Will._ How's she going to see him when he goes out on the street?

_Peggy._ Can't she run into him somewhere by accident?

_Will._ By accident--in a city of six million people!

_Peggy._ Well then, why not have her go where he goes? Let Bob
follow Jack, or let them hire a detective.

_Will._ Melodrama! Ten-twenty-thirty! I don't like Gladys as a
character any more than I did as a person. She's shallow and
cheap--a regular worldling! I won't have any such creature in my

_Peggy._ There's no use talking that way, Will, you simply can't
write a money-making play without love-interest. And also you've got
to have comedy characters--real characters--

_Will (eagerly)._ I'll have one character, at least! In the next
scene, when the father comes in! It'll be a jolly lark, Peggy--I'm
going to use Dad!

_Peggy._ Your own father!

_Will._ Yes, why not?

_Peggy._ He might hear of it, Will!

_Will._ He despises the theatre. Half his anger at me was because I
married an actress. And it seems to me, if we can't get any money
out of him, we might at least get a character-study.

_Peggy._ All right, Dad let it be!

_Will._ I'll show you how it is. Here! (_Pushes the manuscripts
towards her; the Play-play begins to appear._) Jack has gone upstairs
to change his clothes, and here comes Dad. He's an old man--rich,
irascible, given to scolding. I remember how he used to snort when
anything didn't please him.

_Dad._ Huh! huh-huh!

_Will._ He's heard the story about Jack. Here's the Mss. Read. (_She
takes the manuscript and begins to read. Full light on Play-play.
Will exit secretly._)

_Dad (to Bob)._ What do you think of this?

_Bob._ What?

_Dad._ My precious son in trouble again! Never any end to it!
Recklessness--dissipation--insolence! I've reached the end of my
patience. Absolutely the end!

_Bob._ What's happened?

_Dad (waves letter in his hand)._ Here's a letter from the dean.
He's got himself suspended from college.

_Jessie (horrified)._ Oh, Dad!

_Bob._ What's he done?

_Dad._ Turning loose a live goat in a college lecture hall!

_Bob._ You can't mean it!

_Dad._ Here's the letter! They were having a fraternity initiation,
it seems, and Jack was bringing the goat, his horns painted with
phosphorus, a bunch of fire-crackers tied to his tail. Fire-crackers
to the tail of a goat!

_Jessie._ But Dad! How do you know that Jack--

_Dad._ He admitted everything in his letter to the dean! He was
passing a hall where they were giving an evening lecture. He had a
grudge against the professor. He turned out the lights, and turned
loose the goat! What do you think of that? _(A silence.)_ What do
you _think_ of it?

_Jessie._ Why Dad, I think it's funny.

_Dad._ Funny! You propose to take his side, do you? And now he's out
of college and has nothing to do but loaf around the house! I tell
you I've reached the limit of my patience. It's just as Bob
says--he's a parasite. Nothing to do but squander my money--fit for
nothing else, having no other idea! I tell you I won't support the

_Jessie._ Dad!

_Bob._ You've brought the boy up wrong.

_Dad._ So you propose to blame _me!_

_Jack (appears in doorway Left clad in ragged anil dirty overcoat)._
Of course, Dad. It really isn't fair to scold other people for your
own blunder.

_Dad._ Oh, there you are! _(Notices Jack's clothes.)_ What the devil
is this?

_Jack._ What, Dad?

_Dad._ Drunk again, sir? Rolling in the gutter? And on your birthday

_Jack._ Dad--

_Dad._ Look at him! A hundred and eighty dollars I pay to a Broadway
tailor to make this young hopeful an overcoat, and look at what he
does with it! I prepare a birthday party, and invite all his
friends, and see the condition in which he comes to welcome them! Do
you wonder my patience is exhausted? Do you wonder--

_Jessie._ Dad, you don't understand!

_Dad._ No, I don't understand! How could I be expected to
understand? How can an old man hope to keep up with a youth so
brilliant--a youth who goes to college and ties firecrackers to the
tails of goats! A youth who comes on his birthday looking like a

_Jessie._ Listen, Dad--this is a joke--

_Dad._ Everything's a joke to my son! But I tell you I'm tired of
his jokes. I mean to make him understand that his days of tomfoolery
are over! Do you realize it--here he is, twenty-one years of age,
when he should be coming into possession of the fortune his mother
left him--and he's tying fire-crackers to the tails of goats! And
I--I am trustee of the money, and have to decide whether he's fit to
have it or not! I know that if I give it to him I ruin him for
life--I start him on a career of drunkenness and idleness! Look at
him as he stands there--and imagine him the owner of a quarter of a
million dollars! And under his mother's will the only choice I have
is to give it to him, or turn it over to a Home for Cats!

_Jessie._ Please, Dad!

_Dad._ Can I honestly say that one is more foolish than the other?
Wouldn't I be helping him if I gave the money to the cats, and let
my son go out and earn his living as best he can? Let him go down to
my office and earn his twelve dollars a week, the same as any other
young jackass--

_Jack (stepping forward)._ Dad, don't you really think it's time you
let me get a word in?

_Dad._ I'm tired of your words, young man.

_Jack._ You won't be troubled with them any more. I'm going to take
myself out of your way. I don't want your quarter of a million
dollars, and I don't want your twelve a week.

_Dad._ Indeed, sir! And what may this mean?

_Jack._ It means that I'm going out into the world as a hobo.

_Dad. What?_

_Jack._ That's it!

_Dad._ Clever! Upon my word, a clever scheme! _(To the others.)_
Look at him! The nerve of him! He knows he's misbehaved, and that
I'll be angry--so he goes and puts on a masquerade costume, and
tries to frighten me with a threat of turning hobo!

_Jessie._ Dad, it isn't that! He means to go!

_Dad._ I don't doubt that he means to go! But how long do you think
he means to stay?

_Jack._ Six months, Dad.

_Dad (scornfully)._ Six months! It won't be six days before I'll he
getting bills to pay for you!

_Jack._ You'll get no bills from me, Dad. I'm not going to use your

_Dad._ How long will it he before I hear you've been borrowing money
from your friends?

_Bob._ You must listen, Dad. Jack and I are making a wager. He's to
go out in my hobo clothes and he's not to use his own name--he's not
to see any of his old friends, nor to communicate with them. He's to
depend absolutely on his own efforts--to shift for himself for six
months. That's the bargain.

_Dad._ And do you imagine he'll keep it?

_Bob._ I believe he'll try.

_Dad (gazes from one to the other; then with sudden vehemence)._
Very well! You can let me in on that bargain!

_Jack._ How do you mean?

_Dad._ Make your wager with me--I'll give you a stake to play for! A
stake that will make the game worth while!

_Jack._ What stake, Dad?

_Dad._ A quarter of a million dollars! Your mother's property.

_Jessie._ Dad!

_Dad._ I mean what I say! As God is my witness, I'll stand by what I
say! You go out of here to-night with your hobo clothes and you
shift for yourself for six months. If I find out that you've told a
soul whose son you are, or that you've used my name or your own name
to get a cent of money or a job, or even so much as a ham sandwich;
or if you come home before the six months is up, or write to one of
us, or to any one else for help--as sure as I live, it will cost you
a quarter of a million dollars.

_Jessie._ Dad, that is wicked.

_Dad._ It will cost him a quarter of a million dollars! I'll take
the money the same day and turn it over to the Home for Cats! Do you
get that, young man?

_Jack._ Yes, I get it, and it's a bargain!

_Dad._ Very well, sir. Now good luck to you!

_Jack._ Good-bye, Bob. Good-bye, Jessie.

_Jessie (rushing to him)._ Jack, I can't let you go!

_Jack._ Don't touch me, Jessie. You'll ruin your dress.

_Bob._ Let her kiss you, Jack. She'll be the last girl that offers
for some time.

_Jack (to Jessie)._ Be sensible, dear. I won't let any harm come to

_Bob._ Get one of the fast freights, Jack.

_Jack._ No freights in mine--New York will do. There's some money
still lying around in this old town, I've an idea.

_Dad (sarcastically)._ He'll be king of the shoe-string
peddlers--the walking delegate of the Hobos' Union!

_Jack._ You may laugh, Dad, but I know I'm not such a fool as I
seem. Maybe it'll take me more than six months, but I think I can
convince you in the end that I can make my way.

_Dad._ Maybe you'll not want the quarter of a million at all!

_Jack._ Oh, an extra quarter of a million would always come in
handy. But we'll settle that when I return, Dad. For the present,
I've got the world to conquer.

_Bob._ Bow down, world!

_Jack._ What I say is: Come on, world! _(with a gesture of
defiance)_ I'm ready for you! I'll show you what I can do. Good-bye!
_(exit suddenly Left)_

_Jessie._ Jack! Jack! Oh, how perfectly terrible! This cold night,
and no money! What will he do?

_Bob._ There's many another man out there with no money. What do
_they_ do?

_Jessie._ Bob, I _hate_ you!

_Dad._ It'll be the very thing for the young scapegrace--if he'll
stick to it.

_Jessie._ But how will he live, Dad?

_Dad._ Live? Wasn't I a poor boy when I came to the city? And didn't
I manage to make a fortune? Let him do what I did!

_Jessie._ But you were used to hardships, Dad!

_Dad._ Used to it? Of course I was--and why shouldn't _he_ be? Why
is he too good to work like other men?

_Jessie (pleading)_ Oh, Dad--_(Sudden loud sounds in Real-play,
Right; piano and voices shouting chorus of the latest rag-time.
Play-play fades instantly.)_

_Will._ Hell and damnation! There go the devils with their
coon-songs! _(leaps up with distracted gestures)_ Oh! Oh! Oh!

_Peggy (laughing, runs to window--and tries to close it; sounds

_Will._ The monsters! The fiends! The satellites of Satan!

_Peggy. (laughing)._ The window's stuck! Come put it down, dear.

_Will._ The window's always stuck when that mad-house opens up!

_Bill (waking)._ Ah----

_Will._ What's that?

_Peggy._ It's Bill waking _(runs to him)._

_Bill (sitting up)._ Oh!

_Peggy._ They woke you up, dear!

_Bill._ I'm glad of it!

_Will._ Hello! Bill!

_Bill._ Oh, hello! You got back, did you!

_Will._ Yes.

_Bill._ Say, Will, listen to the music!

_Will._ I hear it.

_Bill (delightedly)._ Gee! That's great, ain't it?

_Will._ You like it?

Bill. You bet I like it! Say, I know that tune! The beggar-kid sings
it every time he comes. _(Sits up in bed and keeps time with his
finger. Chorus begins and he joins in at the top of his voice.)_



_Scene: The attic, afternoon of the next day. The set of the
Playplay is a cheap Third Avenue restaurant. Entrance from the
street Center, also window with cashier's desk beside it. Tables up
stage, from Right to Left. Entrance to kitchen Left. Clock on wall
shows 11:30._

_At rise: The Real-play, with Bill Right on the fire-escape, sitting
on mattress taken from his cot. Will Left with Mss. at desk. Peggy
talking to Bill. She wears a "bungalow-apron," covering a waitress's
costume for quick change._

_Peggy_. That's a dandy big fire-escape to play on!

_Bill_. You bet!

_Peggy_. You've got all your blocks?

_Bill_. Yes, Peggy.

_Peggy_. And your picture-books?

_Bill_. Yes, Peggy.

_Peggy_. And you won't lean over the railing?

_Bill_. I won't.

_Peggy_ (_to Will_). Now to the Pot-boiler!

_Will_. It's a shame to keep the child out there on the fire-escape.

_Peggy_. He'll be all right, dear. It's the coolest place there is.

_Will_. If only we could get him to the park--

_Peggy_. I know, but we can't. (_Sits at table._) Now--you've got
the second act already?

_Will_. Yes. Read it, and I'll get the dishes washed for you. (_Exit

_Peggy_ (_reads manuscript_). What's this? You've got a

_Will_ (_off; rattling dishes_). Yes; I want to show Jack's
adventures. Read the directions.

_Peggy_ (_reads_). Jack has been hunting a job, and has been unable
to find one. The drop-curtain shows a street-scene. (_The Play-play
begins to loom, as described._) A row of houses, just off Fifth
Avenue, having the front door on the street level in the modern
fashion. It is evening, and the ground is covered with snow. The
snow-shoveller is at work Right. His feet and hands are tied with
rags and his face is red with cold. (_The Play-play in full light._)

_Jack_ (_enters Left in hobo-overcoat, shuffling, and dejected_). I
beg your pardon--

_Shoveller_. Hey?

_Jack_. I beg your pardon--

_Shoveller_. What the devil ye beggin' me pardon for?

_Jack_. I--I want to know--is that your shovel?

_Shoveller_. Whose d'ye think it is?

_Jack_. I mean--where did you get it?

_Shoveller_ (_bridling_). You mean I stole it?

_Jack_. No--no! I mean, I'd like to get one. (_The other pays no
heed._) You see, I'm up against it, and I thought perhaps I could
earn money shovelling snow. I'd like to get a shovel. (_The other
still pays no heed._) You wouldn't like to rent it for a while,
would you?

_Shoveller_ (_with mock merriment_). And me live on me income, hey?

_Jack. I might help you, perhaps--

_Shoveller_. Say, young fellow, if you really want to help me, get a
hot water bottle an' hold it to me feet!

_Jack (stands nonplussed, then turns away Left; as he is about to
exit he changes his mind, and rings the bell at the door of a house
Left. Butler comes_) I beg pardon--

_Butler_. Well, what d'ya want?

_Jack_. Could I shovel the snow off your sidewalk?

_Butler_ (_fiercely_). What d'ye mean by comin' to the front door?

_Jack_. Oh, I forgot.

_Butler_. Gow an with ye!

_Jack_. Won't you give me a chance?

_Butler_. Where's your shovel?

_Jack_. Why--I haven't a shovel.

_Butler_. Well, what d'ya mean to use? Your hands?

_Jack_. I thought you might lend me--

_Butler_. Lend you! And me standin' out in the snow to watch ye
return it, hey?

_Jack_ (_humbly_). I won't steal anything. I'm trying honestly to
earn the price of a shovel.

_Butler_. If ye didn't spend your money in drink, ye might have the

_Jack_. I haven't had anything to drink--nor anything to eat either.

_Butler_. Well, we ain't runnin' no breadline 'ere. Get along with
ye! _(Slams door.)_

_Jack (stands shaking his head meditatively)_ Gee! This is a cold

_Shoveller_. Say, young fellow! I'll tell ye what to do.

_Jack_. What's that?

_Shoveller_. Come back in August. Ye'll find it warmer.

_Jack (wanders off muttering to himself)._ I've got to get a shovel!

_Bill (appears at window Right)_. Say, Peggy! _(The Play-play

_Peggy_. What is it, dear?

_Bill_. Can I have my paper soldiers?

_Peggy_. Yes, dear. _(Hurries to get them.)_ Now be quiet, Bill. I'm
busy now.

_Bill_. Where is Will?

_Peggy_. Washing the dishes.

_Bill_. Can't I help him?

_Peggy_. No, dear--we've got to talk about this play we're writing.
Here are the soldiers.

_Bill_. All right. _(Exit Right.)_

_Peggy (goes to entrance Left where dishes are heard rattling)_. How
are you making out?

_Will (off Left)_. What do you think of my opening scenes?

_Peggy_. Why, I think they could be better. You see, Will, you don't
really know anything about snow-shovellers or butlers.

_Will_ (_appears_ in doorway Left, wiping a dish_). I've got a real
character for the next scene at least. I used Bill!

_Peggy_. For heaven's sake!

_Will_. As a street-gamin.

_Peggy_. But Bill's not like a street-gamin. Such a child is full of

_Will_. I thought of what Bill might have been if he'd been turned
out to shift for himself. I imagined the soul of a street-gamin in
the body of our Bill.

_Peggy_. That sounds rather terrible. (_A pause_.) By the way, Will!
That love-interest you said was to come! Where is it?

_Will_. I've hardly got into the act yet.

_Peggy_. Well, you'd better get into your love-interest!

_Will_. The next scene is to be another dropcurtain. A restaurant.
I'm using that one down our street. Read it. (_He disappears Left.
The Play-play begins to appear_.)

_Peggy_ (_reads_). Scene shows a cheap restaurant on Third Avenue.
Piles of shredded wheat and charlotte russe in the windows. Night
scene, snow on ground. (_Full light on the Play-play_.)

_Bill_ (_wanders on Right, stops and gazes into window_). Gee, but
that's great lookin' shredded wheat!

_Jack_ (_enters Left, dejected-looking, and joins Bill_). You
hungry, too, kid?

_Bill._ I could eat the whole hay-stack at one meal. (_Moves along
to another part of the window._) Holy smoke, if they'd turn me loose
in them charlotte-russes!

_Jack._ I wonder how many charlotte russes a man could eat at one

_Bill._ Say, I wisht I was a rich man! I'd go youse a race at 'em!
(_A silence; turns away._) Gee, I can't bear to look at 'em any

_Jack_ (_joins him down stage_). When did you eat last?

_Bill._ I had sinkers and coffee this mornin'. What did youse have?

_Jack._ I had a glass of water in the public library.

_Bill._ Hully gee! And when did youse eat last?

_Jack._ Yesterday morning I had a slice of bread.

_Bill_ (_startled_). Gawd a'mighty! That all?

_Jack._ True as gospel.

_Bill_ (_warming to him_). Why say! Youse _are_ up agin it!

_Jack._ I am, for fair.

_Bill._ What's the matter?

_Jack._ Can't find any work.

_Bill._ Work? T'hell with work! Why don't yous slam the gates?

_Jack._ Why don't I _what?_

_Bill._ I mean, why don't youse panhandle it?

_Jack._ I don't understand.

_Bill._ Gee! Where was youse raised--in the hayfields? I mean, why
don't youse git up a hard luck story?

_Jack._ Beg?

_Bill._ Sure!

_Jack._ I tried it some, but nobody'll listen to me.

_Bill._ Why, youse poor helpless orphan! Somebody ought to take
youse in hand and show youse.

_Jack (eagerly)._ Do you suppose you could do it?

_Bill._ Sure I could--teach youse in an hour or two!

_Jack (hesitatingly)._ But you don't make so very much yourself, do

_Bill._ Sure I do--I got lots o' the stuff. Only I got a step-father
I have to keep full of booze. He'll be out lookin' for me now, I
reckon. _(Looks about sharply)._ Say, youse come back here after a
bit. I'll go an' get him spotted, an' then we'll frame up a good
hard-luck story, an' we'll get the price of that there hay-stack.
You get me, old pal?

_Jack._ Yes, I get you--only I'll freeze in the meantime.

_Bill._ Youse keep movin'. Hustle along now!

_Jack._ All right. _(Goes off Left stamping his feet, blowing his

_Bill._ Youse come back now! Don't fergit! _(Stands looking after
Jack.)_ Gee! I like that guy!

_Peggy._ Will! _(Faint light on the Real-play.)_

_Will. (Off.)_ What is it?

_Peggy._ You're sending him off! But where's the heart interest?

_Will._ It's coming right now!

_Peggy._ What's it to be?

_Will (appears Left with dishes in arms)._ Why, dearest, there's
only one thing it could be!

_Peggy._ What is that?

_Will._ You know I have only one heart-interest!

_Peggy (looks at him, then rises and steps to him, with Mss. in her
hand)._ You dear, sweet boy?

_Will (steps back out of sight)._ Look out for my dishes! _(as Peggy
follows off, sounds of kisses heard)_ My heart-interest! My dear,
blessed heart-interest! My only heart-interest in the world! _(Full
light rises slowly on the Play-play. The door of restaurant opens,
and Peggy appears in the entrance, as Belle, with a waitress's
costume. She stands gazing out, as if getting breath of fresh air,
being ill. Then she draws back and closes the door.)_

_Jack (enters Left)._ Gee, I never thought it would be as bad as
this! _(goes to window of restaurant)_ I've got to get something to
eat--there's no use talking about it! I don't believe that kid is
coming back! I don't believe he could help me, anyway! _(wanders
back and forth again, goes to door, hesitates)_ I want something to
_eat!_ I don't care what happens, I can't stand it! _(enters door of

_Bill (pokes head in from fire-escape)._ Say, Peggy! (_Play-play

_Peggy (appears in doorway, Left, having Mss. in her hand)._ Oh,
Bill! You startled me so!

_Bill._ What's the matter?

_Peggy._ I thought you, were out in the snow!

_Bill._ In the SNOW.

_Peggy._ Why, you see--

_Bill._ Snow in the middle of July?

_Peggy._ Why, you see, dear, Will is writing a play, and the play is
supposed to be in winter, and he's got you in the snow.

_Bill (in excitement). Me? Me_ in Will's play!

_Peggy._ Yes.

_Bill._ Oh, say! What's he doin' to me?

_Peggy._ I'll tell you all about it when he's finished.

_Bill._ Say! I got to see that play!

_Peggy._ Oh, surely!

_Bill (seriously)._ Suppose I don't like what he's done to me!

_Peggy (to Will, who appears Left, wiping a dish)._ Another critic,
Will! (_to Bill_) Now you must let us alone. Climb out, dear, and
don't disturb us again until we're done.

_Bill._ All right. I'll hold my breath (_climbs out_).

_Will._ Well, what do you think of it?

_Peggy._ Let's go on; I want to see more. (_They sit at the desk._)

_Will._ The next is the interior of the restaurant. You know just
how it looks--the one down our street. I've got to use two more
characters from real life. First, that big Irish policeman on our
beat. I must talk to him some more and make sure I've got his
dialect right.

_Peggy._ You never would have talked to him at all, if I hadn't put
you up to it!

_Will._ Then, there's the restaurant keeper. For him I took Schmidt,
our grocer.

_Peggy._ You _have_ to talk to Schmidt--because we can't pay his

_Will._ I see him sitting at the cashier's desk, reading a paper.
_(Interior of restaurant, with Schmidt.)_ It's nearly midnight, you
see, and there's only one customer. _(Full light on Play-play. Peggy
and Will make quick secret exit.)_

_Schmidt._ Vell, dis is vun bad night for business! _(Customer
grunts, having mouth full.)_ I tink ve have too much snow already
dis vinter! _(Customer grunts again.)_ You have some dessert, sir?
Vere is dot vaitress hey? _(Calls.)_ Hey, you! Belle!

_Belle (off Left)._ Yes, sir!

_Schmidt._ Vy you don't stay in de room by de customers? Hey?

_Belle (enters, evidently weak and ill, supports herself by the
chair)._ I--I was busy, sir.

_Schmidt._ Vell, you stay busy by de customers!

_Jack (enters from street, hesitating)._ I beg pardon--

_Schmidt._ Hey?

_Jack._ Can I get something to eat?

_Schmidt._ Vy not?

_Jack._ It's late.

_Schmidt._ Ve close by midnight.

_Jack. (hesitates again, looks at clock, then goes to table. Belle
brings napkin, etc., mechanically. He looks at card)._ I'll have a
beef-stew. _(Hesitates.)_ I think I'll have a double order.

_Belle._ Yes, sir.

_Jack._ And a cup of coffee.

_Belle._ Yes, sir. _(Goes Left feebly. Customer rises, pays check
and exit. Belle brings order, and Jack begins to eat voraciously.
Suddenly Belle staggers and catches at a chair. He starts.)_

_Jack._ Why, you're ill!

_Belle (faintly)._ No, sir! No!

_Jack._ But you are!

_Belle (gazing in terror at Schmidt, who is reading)._ Ssh! Mr.
Schmidt will hear you.

_Jack (hesitates, then begins to eat again, but keeping an eye on
Belle, who makes desperate efforts to keep steady)._

_Schmidt (looks up from paper, gazes through window and rises)._ Vat
for a night for business! _(Goes Left, yawning; exit.)_

_Jack (still eating rapidly)._ You _have_ to work?

_Belle_. Of course!

_Jack_. Have you no friends--no people?

_Belle_ (_hesitates_). I'm not supposed to talk to customers.

_Jack_. But I'm asking you questions.

_Belle_ (_gazing nervously Left_). Yes, but I mustn't talk. (_She
clutches chair_.)

_Jack_ (_springs up_). My God, you're done up. Sit down.

_Belle_ (_in terror_). No, no, no! He'll hear you! He'd not keep me
if he thought I was sick.

_Jack_. Damn his soul! Have you no one to take care of you?

_Belle_. I have a sister, sir. But she can't earn enough for two.
Please let me be.

_Jack_. Poor little girl!

_Belle_. I'll be all right. It's near closing time. I'm
tired--that's all.

_Jack_. What time do you come on?

_Belle_. At ten o'clock, sir.

_Jack_. What, in the morning?

_Belle_. Yes.

_Jack_. Fourteen hours! And you have to stand up?

_Belle_. Of course.

_Jack_. The whole time?

_Belle_. Oh, no! I have time for two meals.

_Jack_. And that's all?

_Belle_. It's the same everywhere, sir. They don't like you to sit
down. It wouldn't look right. (_Seeing Schmidt entering Left_). Will
you have some dessert, sir?

_Jack_. No, not yet. (_He finishes food, then turns to Schmidt,
hesitatingly_.) See here, my friend.

_Belle_ (_in terror_). No, no!

_Jack_ (_waving her aside_). I'm sorry, my friend, but I'm afraid
you'll have to have me arrested.

_Schmidt_. Hey? Vot?

_Jack_. You'll have to have me arrested.

_Schmidt_. Vot you mean?

_Jack_. I mean--I've eaten a meal and I haven't any money to pay for

_Schmidt_. No money!

_Jack_. Not a cent.

_Schmidt_. Aber--vy--how you dare?

_Jack_. I was starving. I have walked the streets for two days
begging for work, and I can't find any. I am wet, chilled to the
bone, exhausted. Look at me----

_Schmidt_ (_in excitement_). Vot I got to do mit your looks?

_Jack_. I had to have something to eat.

_Schmidt_. But vy should _I_ feed you? Vy you come by _me_?

_Jack_. I'll work for you, if I may.

_Schmidt_. Vork? I don't vant no vork! I got all the vork as I need.
I vant customers!

_Jack._ You'll have to have me arrested, then.

_Schmidt._ Arrested? Vot good will it do me if I have you arrested?
You tink I earn my living by having you arrested? Mein Gott in
Himmel, vot----

_Jack._ There's no use in getting excited, my friend.

_Schmidt._ Excited? I get excited if I _please_ to get excited! Vot
you got for business to tell me if I get excited? I show you vot I
get! _(Rushes to door.)_ Police! Police! _(Rushes back.)_ If I did
not vant a police, he stand by my door and hold out his hand for
sandwiches! If you have to steal food, why you don't go by
Schnitzelman on der next block--he haf a big place, und I can yust
mein expenses not make.

_Jack._ I'm sorry, truly. But what could I do?

_Schmidt._ I dunno vot you do, but you keep out from mein place. Dey
comes me somebody every veek und plays me dot trick, und den tells
me I get dem arrested! _(Rushes to door.)_ Find me a police! I keep
dis man here till I find a police! Help! Police! police! _(Exit

_Jack (to Belle)._ God knows I'm sorry. But I can't help you. You
see, I can't even help myself.

_Belle._ Are you really as bad off as you said?

_Jack._ I am clean down and out.

_Schmidt (rushes back)._ All right! Now I got a police! I show you!
You come und rob a man! I show you!

_Policeman (enters Center; a big red-faced Irishman)._ An' phat's
this, now?

_Schmidt._ Policeman, you arrest him und you take him to jail. He
comes by my place und he eats my food und den he tells me he don't
pay me.

_Policeman (to Jack)._ Phat's the matter wid yez?

_Jack._ Officer, I had to have something to eat--I was starving. I
have walked the streets for two days, begging for a job, and I've
not been able to earn a penny. I was desperate.

_Policeman (grasping Jack)._ Where do yez live, young divvil?

_Jack._ I've come from--a long way off. And I've been
unfortunate--lost my money. I've tried my best. I'm willing to

_Policeman._ Why didn't yez ask him for work?

_Schmidt._ I don't vant his vork. I vant his money, or you takes him
to jail.

_Policeman._ An' phat might his bill be?

_Jack._ Thirty-five cents.

_Policeman (to Schmidt)._ Do yez think I've no more to do than
arrestin' people for thirty-five cents?

_Schmidt (excitedly)._ Can I feed all the tramps on dis Avenue by my
place? I say you arrest him!

_Policeman._ Well, all right--if that's it. Come along here.

_Belle._ Mr. Schmidt.

_Schmidt._ Hey?

_Belle._ Let me pay what he owes you.

_Schmidt._ Hey?

_Jack._ No!

_Belle._ Let me pay it. He's a friend of mine, and I don't want him

_Jack._ No, no--I won't have it.

_Belle._ You can pay me back. You'll get a job soon. Mr. Schmidt,
will you take it out of my next wages?

_Jack._ I say no!

_Belle._ You can't help it. Just take it out of my wages, and let
him alone--that'll settle it, won't it?

_Schmidt._ Ja, wohl, if you say it so. I haf no more to do mit it!
_(goes Left in anger)._

_Belle._ That's all right, isn't it, officer?

_Policeman._ Yez kin call yourself lucky, young feller. Next time
I'll not let yez off so aisy _(exit Center)._

_Jack (stands gazing at Belle)._ Oh, say! That was awfully decent of
you! I don't know how to thank you.

_Belle._ You needn't thank me.

_Jack._ But--why did you do it?

_Belle._ Because I didn't want you to go to jail. A fellow gets
started at that, and he doesn't know where to stop.

_Jack._ You make me feel like a dog, because I can't help you. I had
no business to come here!

_Belle._ Don't make so much out of it. We have to give each other a
hand now and then--we'd none of us pull through if we didn't.

_Jack._ I've done nothing to deserve a hand!

_Belle._ You showed me a little kindness. Can't you understand how
that might be worth something?

_Jack (looking at her keenly)._ When you're sick and discouraged and
lonely--yes. _(with sudden intensity)_ By Jove, I _do_ understand!
I've wandered up and down these streets all day and all night, and I
never dreamed of such loneliness! I could have gone and drowned
myself in the river.

_Belle._ I've thought of that too--but did you ever go and look in?
It's even more lonely in the river.

_Jack (hesitates)._ I wish you'd let me be a friend of yours
_(laughs with a touch of embarrassment)._ It's a queer way to get an

_Belle._ I don't mind that. I can see when a man is straight--when I
can trust him.

_Jack (looks about)._ Well, I suppose I've got to go _(hesitates)._
Gee! _(looks outside)._ Brr-r! It's cold out there!

_Belle._ Have you no place to go?

_Jack._ I have not _(starts, then hesitates)._ Gee! I wish I had a
job here. Somehow it seems kind of homelike in this place!
_(pantomime showing Jack's reluctance)._ Well--I suppose I've got to
go on. Say--do you suppose they need another waiter here.

_Belle._ I don't know. You might ask.

_Jack (goes to Schimidt)._ I say, Mr. Schmidt, you couldn't use
another waiter here, could you?

_Schmidt._ I could not. Move along now, or I call anodder police!

_Jack (returns to Belle)._ Gee, it must be tough for a girl like you
to be ordered about by a great hulking brute of a Dutchman who has
no thought in the world but his cash-drawer! Well, I've got to go.
May I come here to eat some time--if I can get the money?

_Belle._ Yes, surely.

_Jack._ Well, good-bye!

_Belle._ Good-bye _(she staggers slightly and he looks at her

_Jack._ Why, what's the matter with you?

_Belle._ Nothing. I'm--I'm just a little weak _(catches herself by
the chair)._

_Jack (supporting her)._ Why--she's fainting! Here! _(To Schmidt)_
Bring me some water. She is ill.

_Belle (feebly)._ No! I'm all right!

_Jack (to Schmidt)._ Hand me that water here. Quick, man! _(Schmidt
obeys, dazed by his vehemence.)_ There, that's better? _(Settles
Belle in chair.)_ Didn't you know the girl was ill?

_Schmidt._ She haf not told me!

_Jack._ One look would have told you. She ought to go home and stay
in bed for a week.

She ought to be sent away somewhere--the city is no place for one in
her condition. _(Belle leans Her head against the table.)_ There!
There! _(Pats her on the arm.)_ Why, she's as thin as a rail! How
could you work a girl so?

_Schmidt._ Who is to do her work?

_Jack._ I'll do it myself--

_Schmidt._ You?

_Jack._ Of course. Why can't I do it? Why can't I do it right along?

_Schmidt._ Vot? Take her place?

_Jack._ Certainly. Let her go home and stay.

_Belle._ No, no! I can't give up.

_Jack._ It won't be giving up. It'll be resting. I'll bring you the
money--I can pay you back that way.

_Belle._ But how will you live?

_Jack._ I don't know. I'll make out. He'll feed me. _(To Schmidt.)_
You give me a chance. I'll show you what I can do. Here _(takes
Belle's apron and puts it on)._ Now, then--bring on your customers!
I've been a waiter all my life!

_Belle._ I can't let you.

_Jack._ You go and rest. I'll help you home when we close _(starts
leading her Left)._

_Belle._ My sister comes for me.

_Jack._ All right. But you have a rest meantime _(exit with Belle)._

_Schmidt._ Humph! You don't vait to hear vot I say! _(he paces up
and down in anger)._ Vot you tink of dot for nerve, hey? He comes by
mine place und he hires himself to vork for me, und he don't ask if
I vant him! Vell, I feed him vot I feed a girl. I don't feed him no
double orders! _(shakes his fist at exit Left)_ No sir! I feed you
on single orders, und if you vant double orders, you go by
Schnitzelman on der next block! I make no money in der restaurant
business, I got to pay more vages for my cook, und den she don't
stay! Und I got to pay more for food, und it ain't so good as it
vas, und mine customers find it out und dey don't come back to me!
You get no double orders by me, you hear me, sir? _(exit Left,
storming) (suddenly the bell rings in the Real-play Left. Play-play

_Will (starting)._ What's that?

_Bill (leaping in at window)._ Somebody's at the door!

_Peggy (starts to door Left)._ I'll see.

_Bill (running past her)._ Let me see! _(opens door)_ Oh, it's Mr.

_Peggy._ Mr. _Schmidt?_

_Bill._ Our grocer.

_Schmidt (appears in doorway of Real-play, wearing same costume)._
Good afternoon, lady.

_Peggy._ Oh, Mr. Schmidt. Good afternoon, Mr. Schmidt.

_Schmidt._ I come to see ven you pay me dot bill, lady.

_Peggy._ I'm sorry, Mr. Schmidt, we haven't the money yet.

_Schmidt._ But you told me you haf dot money soon!

_Peggy._ I know--Mr. Schmidt--

_Schmidt._ I _got_ to haf dot money, lady!

_Will._ Can't you see I'm working as hard as I can?

_Schmidt._ I dunno vot you do for vorking. I dunno vy if you vork
you don't haf money to pay your grocer bills.

_Will._ Well, I know about my work better than you, I guess!--

_Peggy._ Now, Will--be quiet. Listen, Mr. Schmidt--we've had hard
luck the last few days, but we're honest people, and we won't cheat
you out of your money.

_Schmidt._ You don't come by my place for some days, now, hey?

_Peggy._ We haven't had money to buy anything, Mr. Schmidt.

_Schmidt._--Vot you do for food den--hey?

_Peggy._ We had a little bread--and those beans you gave us--and the
prunes. We've been living on them.

_Schmidt._ But dem beans und prunes--dey should be all gone now.

_Peggy._ We've been sparing. There's enough for to-morrow morning

_Schmidt._ Hey? Mein Gott! Und vot you feed dot liddle boy, hey?

_Peggy._ We're hoping for a check to-day--or perhaps to-morrow. My
husband wrote a poem, and a magazine has just published it--

_Schmidt_. Poem, hey? Vot dey pay for poems?

_Peggy_. I don't know. Maybe twenty or thirty dollars. And then we
can pay your bill, and you'll let us have some more beans.

_Schmidt_. It is not right dot liddle boy should live on beans!
(_stands scratching his head_) I dunno, lady, I dunno--it is not
right your husband should vork and not get paid. I got mine own
bills to pay--und I don't make no money by my store. But you can't
feed dot liddle boy on beans und prunes. You come to my place now,
und I give you some pickles und some sauerkraut.

_Peggy_. Oh, thank you, Mr. Schmidt!

_Will_ (_desperately_). We'll truly pay you, Mr. Schmidt!

_Peggy_. If my husband can't sell his work, I'm going back on the
stage. I was an actress before I married.

_Schmidt_. All right, lady, I trust you. Good-bye, liddle boy.

_Bill, Will, and Peggy_. Good-bye, Mr. Schmidt! (_Schmidt exit._)

_Peggy_ (_turning to Will_). There now--off in your local color!

_Will_. How?

_Peggy_. Have you forgotten what you made Jack say about Mr.
Schmidt: a great hulking brute of a Dutchman, who has no thought of
anything in the world but his cash-drawer!

_Will_. Well--I have to have a story!

_Peggy._ But you don't have to have such a melancholy story!

_Will._ Yes I do!

_Peggy._ But why?

_Will._ Because that's the sort of story I'm writing! Come along
now. (_turns to papers. Bell rings again._) Oh, Lord!

_Peggy (opens door Left)._ What's this?

_The Policeman._ Good-day, mum.

_Peggy and Will._ Why--good-day.

_Policeman._ I come to see yez, mum. Yez have a mattress on yer
fire-escape, mum.

_Peggy._ Why--yes.

_Policeman._ It's agin the law mum, and yez could be got into
trooble. I got strict orders, mum--yez must have it in.

_Peggy._ Oh, very well. I didn't know.

_Policeman_ Yez kin see how 'tis, mum. If there'd be a fire--

_Peggy._ Oh, certainly, certainly. But you see, it's the only place
we have to put the little boy while we're writing.

_Policeman._ Oh, is that so? Well, now, that's too bad! Sure,
mum----well, 'tis on the back fire-escape the mattress is, an' I'd
no business to be seein' it, had I? I'll fergit that I seen it.

_Peggy._ Oh! Thank you.

_Policeman._ And how is the little b'y, mum?

_Peggy._ He's pretty well, thank you.

_Policeman._ He's a bit pale in the cheeks, I'm thinkin'. Yez should
have him over to the park a bit more. Well, good-day to yez, mum.

_Peggy, Bill and Will._ Good-day.

_Peggy._ There, Will! Off in your local color again. I'll bet you
the Policeman would have paid Jack's bill himself!

_Will (irritably)._ Well, for God's sake, Peggy, what sort of a
story would you leave me? Have I got to write cheap cheer-up stuff?

_Peggy._ Now don't be cross, dear.

_Will._ Well, I know--but----

_Peggy (embraces him)._ Poor dear! He's working so hard and he does
get cross with his critics. Hurry up, Bill, and get outside, or
he'll snap your head off! Quick! Fly!

_Bill (exit to fire-escape)._ Gee! I'm glad I ain't writing a play!

_Peggy._ Now, come on. I'm interested in this. Where were we?

_Will._ The scene is in the restaurant. Schmidt is on----

_Peggy._ I thought he went off!

_Will._ Well, there's no law to prevent his coming back, is there?
(_The Play-play begins to appear._) He's grumbling because he thinks
Jack will eat too much. (_Full light on Play-play. Peggy and Will
make secret exit._)

_Schmidt._ I send him by Schnitzelman on der next block! I send him
so soon as I find him eating double orders! He haf noddings to eat
for two days und he comes by me to make it up! (_Sits at desk, and
takes newspaper._)

_Bill (enters Center, hesitating)._ Say!

_Schmidt._ Vot?

_Bill._ Kin I git something to eat here?

_Schmidt._ You got any money?

_Bill._ Sure I got money.

_Schmidt._ Let me see it.

_Bill._ Hully gee! Before I eat?

_Schmidt._ You get noddings in my place till I see your money!

_Bill._ Gee! Since when is this? Here! _(Shows money.)_

_Schmidt._ A nickel? You don't get much fer a nickel! _(Calls.)_
Hey, you! Vaiter! Vy, you don't come for my customers?

_Jack (rushes in Left)._ Here! _(Sees Bill.)_ Oh, hello! It's the

_Bill._ Whatcher doin' here?

_Jack (comes up to him, whispers)._ I got a job!

_Bill._ Hully gee!

_Jack._ A fine job! No wages--but I'll get my grub every day.

_Bill._ Well, I want grub too! I got the stuff!

_Jack (excitedly)._ A customer! _(Turns to Schmidt.)_ See, Mr.
Schmidt, a customer already! _(Rushes with alacrity to table.)_ Have
a seat, sir. Your hat, sir. _(Hangs it up.)_ There, sir. Here's the
menu, sir.

_Bill._ Say, Cully, whatcher givin' us?

_Jack._ Ssh! _(Aloud.)_ What will you have, sir? Sweet bread
croquettes, sir? We have delicious sweet-bread croquettes today. Or
perhaps you'd like--let me see, sir. _(Snatches menu.)_ Corned beef
hash, sir, or possibly a charlotte russe.

_Bill._ Say, what the blazes----

_Jack._ Your napkin, sir. Your knife and fork, sir. You'll have a
glass of water, of course, sir! _(Rushes for water.)_ There, sir,
you'll have bread and butter, sir?

_Bill._ I'll have a ham sandwich.

_Jack._ Ah! Most wholesome food--ham sandwiches! As quickly as
possible, sir.

_Bill._ Make it a big one.

_Jack (aside)._ You bet I will. _(Hurries Left, gets sandwich and
returns.)_ There's your sandwich. Ain't that a lulu? _(To Schmidt.)_
See, Mr. Schmidt! Trade's picking up already.

_Schmidt._ Yes, I see--I make my fortune by you.

_(Belle enters Left, looks about.)_

_Belle._ Has my sister come for me?

_Jack._ Not yet. _(Goes over to Belle.)_ Feeling any better?

_Belle._ I'm pretty tired.

_Jack (a pause)._ Tell me--how long have you been doing this?
Waiting, I mean.

_Belle._ Four years.

_Jack._ And how long do you expect to do it?

_Belle._ How should I know. What other chance have I? I can make
just enough to keep going from week to week, and Dolly the same.
It's like being in a trap.

_Jack._ I never realized it before. _(A pause.)_ Was it always like

_Belle._ No, we had a chance while father was alive. He was a
railroad conductor. He was killed in an accident.

_Jack._ And didn't you get any damages?

_Belle._ They said it was his fault. He stepped in front of an
express. They paid for his funeral.

_Jack._ And then you were stranded?

_Belle._ We had enough to come to New York. We heard that wages were
higher here. But everything else is higher, and you can't save
anything. You're really worse off in New York, because nobody cares
whether you starve or not.

_Jack._ Nobody cares! _(With sudden intensity.)_ Listen, Belle. I
care! I honestly do. I want to help you to get out of this!

_Belle._ But how can you help me?

_Jack._ I don't know, but I'll find a way. There must be a way! It's
too cruel--it can't be true that people starve to death in the midst
of so much wealth.

_Belle._ You don't know much about being poor, I see.

_Bill (Has finished sandwich, rises and comes over, pats himself)._

_Jack._ Good stuff, hey?

_Bill._ Betcher.

_Jack._ You'll come again then?

_Bill._ Sure thing.

_Jack (to Schmidt, who rises and crosses Left)._ You see, Mr.
Schmidt! He'll come again!

_Schmidt._ Yes, I make my fortune by you _(exit Left)._

_Bill._ Gee, I allus wisht I had a job in a restaurant! Or in a
candy store! Well, so long, old pal.

_Jack._ So long.

_Bill (starts Right, then stops)._ Say!

_Jack._ Well?

_Bill (coming to him)._ Here's your nickel.

_Jack._ Good Lord, I forgot it!

_Bill._ Youse'll be a great help to this joint!

_Jack (takes it)._ I suppose I must take it. _(Puts it in his

_Bill (staring at him)._ Gee, is it a tip?

_Jack._ What do you mean?

_Bill (grins)._ Huh.

_Belle._ You've got to ring it up on the cash register.

_Jack._ Oh! _(Laughs and goes to cash desk.)_ How do you work the
infernal thing?

_Bill._ Press the five----

_Jack._ There! _(Rings.)_

_Bill._ Gawd-a'mighty, that's five dollars!

_Jack._ Five DOLLARS?

_Bill._ Sure!

_Jack._ But--what shall I do now?

_Bill._ Give me four ninety-five change and then we'll be square.

_Jack (making a stab at him)._ Get out, you rascal!

_Bill (flees, laughing)._ Gee, I'll come back to this joint!

_Belle._ It's most time we were closing. My sister's late.

_Jack._ What does your sister do?

_Belle._ She does sewing.

_Jack._ Does she earn much?

_Belle._ Just enough to keep us alive.

_Dolly (enters from street. She is older than Belle, attractive
looking, but sharp and aggressive in manner, thin and careworn,
poorly dressed, and with snow on her clothing.)_ Why, what's this?

_Jack._ Belle's sick.

_Dolly (springs to her)._ Belle! What's the matter?

_Belle (looks up feebly)._ Just tired, Dolly.

_Dolly._ But him? In your apron.

_Jack._ I told her I'd do the work and give her the money. She needs
a rest.

_Dolly._ But what's that for?

_Jack._ Well, I came in here and ate a meal, and she stood for the
bill. Now I want to help her.

_Dolly (vehemently)._ You're trying to steal her job!

_Belle._ Oh, Dolly!

_Jack._ I want to give her the money!

_Dolly._ Who's to make you?

_Jack._ Fix it up with the old man. If he'll feed me, that's all
I'll ask. He can pay the money to you.

_Dolly._ What do you take my sister for?

_Jack._ Why----

_Dolly._ You've struck the wrong girls. We're not that kind.

_Jack._ What kind?

_Dolly._ Let me tell you, young fellow, you can't work your games on
me. You let my sister alone.

_Jack._ Good Lord! What do you take me for?

_Dolly._ I take you for a man. And you don't get any hold on my

_Belle._ Dolly! You----

_Dolly._ You keep out of this, I'll talk to him.

_Jack (impetuously)._ Look here! I want to help your sister. I won't
stand by and see her die.

_Dolly._ What's it to you if she does?

_Jack._ Didn't she save me from jail?

_Dolly._ That wasn't much.

_Jack._ It was her best. Now I want to do mine. Listen to me! Let
Belle have a chance. It's been a long time since she's had one, I

_Dolly._ That's true enough. But she'll be on her job tomorrow.

_Jack._ She's ill.

_Dolly._ She's been ill a long time.

_Jack._ She can't go on forever! And what then? Can you take her

_Dolly._ See here, young fellow--you might just as well save your
breath. You're not going to come any game over me. We're not making
any show, but we've kept decent, and we'll go on trying.

_Jack._ Where did you learn such ideas? What sort of men have you

_Dolly._ That's not the question--it's what sort of men my sister's
going to meet!

_Belle._ Dolly, I'm sure you're mistaken about Jack----

_Dolly (to Schmidt, who enters Left)._ Mr. Schmidt, my sister will
be here to work to-morrow morning.

_Schmidt._ Vot?

_Belle._ But, Dolly----

_Dolly (stamping her foot)._ Tell him!

_Belle (feebly)._ All right, I'll come.

_Dolly._ Now then--come home. _(Lifts her by the arm and starts to

_Belle._ Good-bye, Jack.

_Jack._ You're going off like that? You won't even let me help you

_Belle._ Thank you, Jack. I'll get along. _(Jack starts towards her,
but she continues to the door. When almost there she staggers.)_

_Dolly (trying to hold her)._ Belle! What's the matter?

_Jack (leaps to help her)._ There! You see! You'll _have_ to let me
help her! She can't walk, I tell you! See now, I'm strong, I can
almost carry her. This way, Belle--now we'll go all right. And
you'll have a good rest and get well and then come back----_(Exit
with Belle and Dolly.)_

_Schmidt._ Und they go out und don't tell me who is coming back in
der morning! Und dey leave me to shut up mine restaurant by
mineself! _(Shakes fist.)_ All right! Ven you come back to-morrow I
send you up to Schnitzelman on der next block! I don't have you come
by my restaurant und eat double orders of beef stew und coffee! No,
sir! I run mine little restaurant for mineself a while! I got so
many debts, und I don't get no customers, I don't make no money by
mine liddle place! When you come back here you don't find no
job--you go up to Schnitzelman for your double orders! _(Loud fire
alarm heard. Play-play fades.)_

_Will._ What's that?

_Bill (at window Right)._ It's a fire!

_Will._ What?

_Bill._ Look! It's right down the street! _(Sounds of fire-bells and
shouts heard in Real-play.)_ Fire! Fire!

_Peggy (sharply)._ Don't lean out! _(Runs to him.)_

_Bill (beside himself with excitement)._ Oh! It's right down the
street! It's the restaurant! That little restaurant down the street!
Fire! Fire! _(Turns to Peggy and Will.)_ Come, quick! Where's my
cap? _(Rushes and gets cap, starts to door.)_ The restaurant's on

_Peggy._ Wait, Bill!

_Bill._ But I want to see it!

_Peggy._ You can't go alone.

_Bill._ Then come with me! Come with me! I've got to see it!
(_Dancing with excitement._) Come on! Come on! Perhaps we can get
some of those charlotte russes in the window!

_Will (rising resignedly)._ We'll have to stop work.

_Bill._ Oh, I hear the engine coming! Hurry! Hurry! They'll have it
all out! _(Rushes to window.)_ Oh, look! Look! There's the engine!
_(Peggy holding him.)_ Look, Peggy! See the firemen! The engine's
stopping! See all the smoke! There's flames--don't you see? Out of
the window of the little restaurant! Oh, gee! Look how the firemen
run! They've got axes! Oh! Oh! Oh! They're smashing in the windows!
Look, they're running out the hose! See them--they're going into
the restaurant! One after another--into the smoke! Look at that,
Peggy! Hurrah! Hurrah! Charlotte russes to burn!



_Scene: The attic, the following evening. The Play-play shows a
tenement room. Entrance to hall Left; also a small stove. In center
a table. Entrance to another room, Right._

_At rise: The Real-play, showing Will buried in his manuscripts,
Left. Peggy Right at the cot, where there is a substitute child,
representing Bill asleep._

_Peggy (goes and watches Will)._ Well, how goes the Pot-boiler?

_Will._ Almost through.

_Peggy._ Will, do you think it can be good if you do it so fast?

_Will._ I can't do it any other way, dear. I have to throw it off at
white heat. We can go back and revise it.

_Peggy._ You look dreadfully pale, dear.

_Will._ I know--I'm tired.

_Peggy._ You promised you wouldn't work right after meals. How is
your stomach?

_Will._ Oh, bother my stomach! I can't keep away from this work,
there's no use talking about it. Come see what you make of this
manuscript. _(Peggy sits.)_ I want to show a front scene, the same
as in the last act. It's the restaurant again. _(The Play-play
begins to appear as in Scene II, Act II, but showing restaurant in
ruins.)_ It's morning. There's a difference, you see. The place has
been burned out.

_Peggy._ Yes, Bill and I had a look at it!

_Will._ There's the policeman on guard, marching up and down; and
Bill comes on. Here, read it. _(Full light on the Play-play.)_

_Bill._ Hello! What's happened?

_Policeman._ I'll give yez three guesses!

_Bill._ A fire!

_Policeman._ Right yez are!

_Bill._ When did it happen?

_Policeman._ In the night.

_Bill._ And where's Schmidt?

_Policeman._ He's in jail.

_Bill._ In jail?

_Policeman._ Sure, the firemen smelled kerosene.

_Bill._ Holy smoke! The poor old Dutchie! He set fire to his place!

_Policeman._ That's what they say. I wasn't here.

_Bill._ Well, I'll be switched! If I'd been here I might a' got some
charlotte russes!

_Policeman._ With kerosene on them, belike! _(Starts Right.)_

_Bill._ Say, mister! Youse know that guy that was waiter here?

_Policeman._ Yes.

_Bill._ They didn't jug him, did they?

_Policeman._ No. He's lookin' for his week's wages! _(Laughs; exit

_Bill._ Holy smoke! _(A murmur is heard from the child on cot Right.
The Play-play begins to fade. Faint light on the Real-play.)_

_Peggy (rises and goes over to cot; then returns to Will)._ He seems
to be more restless. Oh, I hope he's not going to be sick!

_Will (In agitation)._ Don't let's get to thinking about that now!

_Peggy._ All right, dear.

_Will._ We're coming to the big scenes. I want to show the tenement
where Belle and Dolly live. _(The Play-play begins to appear.)_
There's a room adjoining, where Jack stays. It's a few days after
the fire. Belle has gone out to get something for supper. Meantime
the land-lady comes. I used our landlady.

_Peggy._ That ought to make a lively scene!

_Will._ We're entitled to a little vengeance, I think imagine
her--with her ostrich feathers and her greasy old blue dress, her
sharp red nose and her fighting voice. I've got our landlady, you

_Peggy._ Give it here. _(Full light on the Play-play. Peggy makes
secret exit. Repeated knocks at the door of Play-play Left.)_

_Landlady (opens door)._ Now, where's them people? _(Looks about
suspiciously.)_ Haven't skipped, I hope! _(Goes to room Right.)_
Anybody in here? Humph! Looks like they're hard up! A bum lot!
_(Belle appears Left with shawl over shoulders and a loaf of bread
in her hand.)_ Oh! Here you are! I want that rent.

_Belle._ Why do you come for it to-night? _(She stands in doorway,
as if afraid of the woman.)_

_Landlady._ Ain' it been due two weeks?

_Belle._ But I told you we'd have it to-morrow.

_Landlady._ Well, it's nearly to-morrow. I want to get it before
it's gone.

_Belle._ But Dolly doesn't get home until very late.

_Landlady._ You keep telling me about Dolly----

_Belle._ She said she'd have some money. I'll bring it to your room
as soon as she gets home.

_Landlady._ All right. I've got sick of waitin' for that money! If
you haven't got it you can just move on, that's all! You might as
well understand----

_Belle (with gesture of distraction)._ Oh, all right! All right!
I've told you we're doing our best! _(Turns and rushes off Left.)_

_Landlady._ Well, now. Will you look at that! _(Paces up and down.)_
They come and use your rooms and if you ask what's due you, they
turn and run! That's what it is to be a landlady! That's the way
they treat you! _(Calls.)_ Here! You don't need to move to-night!
_(Follows off Left; calling.)_ What are you running for? I'm not
going to eat you! But I want you to know I got to have that money--I
got my own bills to pay. _(A bell sounds in the Real-play and the
Play-play fades instantly.)_

_Will._ God! It seems to me that bell rings all day and all night!

_Peggy (rising)._ Wait, dear. I'll answer it.

_(Rises and goes to door. Will continues absorbed in manuscript.)_

_Landlady (at door of Real-play)._ Good-evening. I've come for the

_Peggy._ I'm sorry, but you know I told you it would be a few days

_Landlady._ How many days do you call a few?

_Peggy._ Well, a day or two more.

_Landlady._ That rent's overdue a month. You'll have to get it
somehow or quit.

_Will (looking up from manuscript)._ Didn't I tell you you could
have it when Dolly gets home?

_Landlady._ Dolly! Who's Dolly?

_Will._ Oh, I----_(Laughs.)_ I beg pardon!

_Peggy (laughing with him)._ You see, my husband's writing a play,
and Dolly is one of the characters in it. We're putting you in, too.

_Landlady._ _Me?_

_Peggy._ Yes--I hope you won't mind. You see, he wanted somebody
that was interesting, that people would like to see on the stage----

_Will._ And when it comes out you can go and see it.

_Peggy._ We'll get you tickets, you know.

_Will._ We'll be delighted to place a box at your disposal.

_Landlady._ Well, for the land's sake! _(Beaming.)_ What sort of a
character am I?

_Will._ Why, you're the landlady in the play; there's a poor family
in distress, and you take pity on them, and help them in their
trouble. It's very touching--everybody will be moved to tears by it.

_Landlady (suspiciously)._ Well now, that's all right, but I have to
have my rent. I have to pay the agent for this house. If you can't
pay me, I have to ask you to move.

_Peggy._ Oh, surely you wouldn't do that!

_Landlady._ Why wouldn't I?

_Peggy._ Don't you see how it would be in the play? You'd be hard
and unmerciful.

_Will._ Everybody would dislike you!

_Peggy._ Think how ashamed you'd feel--before a whole theatre full
of people every night!

_Will._ You see, you must live up to the character we've imagined.

_Landlady._ Well, for the land's sake! _(Overcome by curiosity.)_
When is this to be played?

_Will._ Just as soon as I can get it done.

_Landlady._ Well, don't be too long. I'd like to help you, but I
need my money as much as anybody. _(Grinning.)_ Well, now, ain't
that cute! In a play! Well, good luck to you! I'm sorry I
interrupted you, I hope it'll be all right. Good-evening.

_Peggy and Will._ Good-evening. _(Landlady exit.)_

_Will._ Did you ever hear the equal of that?

_Peggy._ Off in your local color again!

_Will._ We can jolly her along for a month yet!

_Peggy._ The landlady and the grocer--we can work forever! _(Child
tosses restlessly in sleep and murmurs.)_

_Peggy (rises and goes to cot, and soothes child)._ There, there,
Bill. _(To Will, who rises.)_ Dear, he's feverish.

_Will._ Are you sure?

_Peggy._ Oh, I ought to get the doctor!

_Will._ We already owe the doctor.

_Peggy._ I know--but he'd come if I asked him to.

_Will._ What good could he do? He'd only tell us what we already
know--that you can't keep a child well if you shut him up in a
tenement room in hot summer weather, and feed him on beans and

_Peggy._ Will, listen to me. I can stand anything else--but if Bill
gets sick, we have to give up! Do you understand? I couldn't endure

_Will (wildly)._ Why do we have to start that now? I want to finish
the play! _(Drags her to work-table.)_ Come! Sit down here and let's
get busy! Right off! Not another word! _(They sit side by side.)_
I've a scene here with Bill. I want to know what you think of it.
_(Lights begin to rise on Play-play.)_ Bill comes to see Belle. This

_Peggy._ Give it to me. _(They read together. Full light on the
Play-play. Peggy makes secret exit. Several knocks on the door of
Play-play Left. Bill opens timidly and looks about.)_

_Bill._ Nobody home? _(Calls.)_ Hey! Anybody in here? Well, I
suppose they won't mind if I make myself at home. Gee, I wonder if
they'll sure enough let me stay here! _(Sits on chair.)_

_Belle (enters)._ Oh!

_Belle._ Good evening.

_Bill._ Youse remember me, lady? I was in Schmidt's restaurant!

_Belle._ Oh, yes!

_Bill._ I'm a friend o' Jack's. I seen him on the street just now.

_Belle._ Has he got a job yet?

_Bill._ Nothin' yet. Gee, that was tough--how he lost his week's
wages! Do youse think that old Dutchie set the fire?

_Belle._ I don't know.

_Bill._ I seen there was a fur-shop over that there joint, and they
say that fur-shops burn up in February--when they've sold out their

_Belle._ You're a knowing kid!

_Bill._ Youse got to be knowin' at my job!

_Belle (noticing that he has a black eye)._ You've got a black eye!

_Bill._ Sure! A shiner!

_Belle._ How did you get it?

_Bill._ Me step-father.

_Belle._ What did you do?

_Bill._ Sure, I ran into his fist.

_Belle._ But--what did he hit you for?

_Bill._ He don't need no reason. He hits.

_Belle._ Oh, you poor kid! Why do you stand it?

_Bill._ I ain't goin' to, no more. I told Jack about it, an' he says
fer me to come and stay in his room. Will youse take me in?

_Belle._ Why, sure!

_Bill._ I ain't no dead beat, youse unnerstand. I earn my keep. Look
a here! _(Pulls out a handful of pennies.)_ Ain't much gold in it,
but it makes a good jingle.

_Belle._ How did you get it?

_Bill._ Extry! Extry! Woil'n Join'l! Sun'n Globe! Mail'n Telygram!
_(Looks about.)_ Say, I don't like the housekeepin' in this here

_Belle._ What's the matter?

_Bill._ A woman ought t'unnerstan'--when a man's been out hustlin'
all day, he wants good, warm, nourishin' food, an' he wants it

_Belle._ Well, sir, you see, sir, if I'd known exactly what hour
you'd be in, sir! How would a slice of bread strike you?

_Bill._ Hand it out!

_Belle (gives him bread and he stuffs it. She sits on table.)_ Come
here, Bill. You know, it looks nice, having you here. I had a little
brother once.

_Bill._ Youse did?

_Belle._ I used to take care of him. If you're going to be a member
of this family, I'll have to take care of you.

_Bill._ Watcher mean?

_Belle._ I used to wash the smut off his face before each meal.

_Bill (disconcerted)._ Gee! Three times a day? Gawd a'mighty!

_Belle._ I'll pay you for it, Bill.

_Bill._ What'll youse pay?

_Belle._ Well, I wonder. A kid that's had a stepfather to beat him
and no one to love him! _(Puts her arm around him and kisses him
gently on the cheek.)_

_Bill._ Holy smoke! _(Wonder and delight dawn on his face.)_ Say! I
like that!

_Belle._ Then it's a bargain?

_Bill._ Sure! Put it there! _(They shake hands.)_ Does it begin

_Belle._ No, I'm too tired to-night. We'll start out fresh in the
morning. You must be tired too, Bill. You'd better go in and sleep.
_(Leads him Right.)_

_Bill._ Say, Belle!

_Belle._ Well?

_Bill._ I like them kisses.

_Belle (clasps him in her arms.)_ Poor little fellow! _(Kisses him

_Bill._ Gee, but this is like heaven!

_Belle._ Good-night, Bill.

_Bill._ Good-night. _(Exit, closes door.)_

_Belle (returns, sinks to table with a moan of exhaustion; then
hearing Jack coming, sits up, listens, gets herself together and
pretends to be busy.)_ Hello, Jack.

_Jack (enters)._ Well, Belle?

_Belle._ Did you get any work to-day?

_Jack._ Fine luck to-day. I made a quarter, helping to load a truck.

_Belle._ Is that all?

_Jack._ Better than nothing. How goes it with you, Belle?

_Belle._ Pretty well.

_Jack._ Only pretty well? Isn't the rest doing you good?

_Belle._ Some good, I think, Jack.

_Jack._ Say, Belle! Do you know, I think you were much better after
that imaginary journey we took the other night. Let's take another.

_Belle (looking up with a feeble smile)._ So soon?

_Jack._ I've got some more time-tables.

_Belle._ Where's it to be?

_Jack._ I'm tired of the Europe business. It takes so long, getting
to Switzerland and Egypt. I believe in seeing America first.

_Belle._ Where shall we go? To Hoboken?

_Jack._ Stop laughing at me. We're going to Florida. _(Draws up
chair to table and spreads out R. R. folders and time-tables.)_

_Belle._ Where do you get those?

_Jack._ At the ticket-office. They give them away.

_Belle._ With those lovely pictures! How nice of them!

_Jack._ Yes--isn't it! Now--here's the Atlantic Coast line. We leave
New York at noon----

_Belle._ But it's night now, Jack.

_Jack._ I know--but we've already started.

_Belle (studying folder)._ This train leaves New York three times.

_Jack._ That's the different ferries. Let's see. At 10 p. m. we've
just got to Richmond. We reach Palm Beach at eleven in the

_Belle._ What? A whole day on the train?

_Jack._ A day and a half, altogether.

_Belle._ Oh, Jack! What did you have to pay for the tickets.

_Jack._ I tell you, Belle, you must never worry about expense when
you're travelling. It spoils all the pleasure. Now, let's see. We go
to the Royal Palm Hotel. Here's a picture of it.

_Belle._ Oh, Jack! What a heavenly place!

_Jack._ Of course, they color it up rather bright in these

_Belle._ Won't they charge us frightfully?

_Jack._ No, no. You can stay there for ten dollars a day.

_Belle._ Ten dollars a day! Jack, you don't mean that?

_Jack._ We can't expect to keep our expenses under that.

_Belle._ But that'll be thirty dollars, Jack! You know we've got
Dolly with us. We can't travel alone.

_Jack._ No, no--to be sure.

_Belle._ Do people really spend money like that, Jack?

_Jack._ You get a lot for it, Belle. It's the loveliest place in the
world. There are palm trees and flowers all the year round. It never
snows, and it's seldom cold. There's a broad, white beach, and you
lie and watch the green ocean, and the long white breakers rolling
in, and the lines of pelicans flying just above them. And, oh, the
nights! You'd think you could stretch out your hands and gather in
armfuls of the stars!

_Belle._ Jack! How perfectly lovely! _(Stares before her; a silence.
Suddenly she buries her face in her arms on the table.)_

_Jack._ Why Belle! What's the matter?

_Belle._ Oh, Jack! Jack!

_Jack (in distress)._ What is it?

_Belle._ I don't think I like playing this game. I can't stand it
any more!

_Jack._ Why not?

_Belle._ It's better you don't ask me, Jack.

_Jack._ But I want to know!

_Belle._ You have so many worries of your own.

_Jack (gazes at her thoughtfully; then puts his hand upon hers)._
Belle, are you really as sick as all that?

_Belle._ I don't want to tell you, Jack.

_Jack._ Don't you think it's just that you're discouraged about your

_Belle._ I don't know. I try to persuade myself----

_Jack._ You must really not give up. You must believe me when I tell
you that you are going to get well.

_Belle._ Jack, you're the best friend a girl ever had; but your
saying so won't make me get well.

_Jack._ Listen. I have a sister. Once she got run down. She was more
ill than you are, but now she's bright and happy.

_Belle._ Did she have to work all the time?

_Jack._ No, she went away to Florida. That's why I was telling you
about it. I mean to send you--not just in play, but really.

_Belle._ How could I live in such an expensive place?

_Jack._ You don't have to stay in a hotel. You might live there for
fifteen dollars a week.

_Belle._ But, Jack, I never earned fifteen dollars a week in my

_Jack._ You won't have to earn it. If you'll only wait a little
while, I'll have it. If you'll only wait five months----

_Belle._ Jack, why do you always keep talking about the money you're
going to have in five months?

_Jack._ I can't explain, Belle, but won't you believe me? I had a
lot of money once, but I didn't appreciate it--I didn't realize what
it meant. Now that I've got you, I can promise you I'll enjoy
spending it. Believe me and be patient--only five months more.

_Belle (smiles wanly)._ I'm afraid, Jack, in five months I'll be

_Jack (clutching her hand)._ No, no! Don't talk like that! You
mustn't do it, Belle! We're going to save you--I tell you we are.
We're going to make the fight together--we're not going to say die!
It's too cruel--too wicked!

_Belle._ Jack, why do you take so much trouble with me?

_Jack._ I'm going to bring you through! I mean it! I'm going to get
the money, and send you to Florida. Dolly shall go with you, and you
shall live out on the beach--just as my sister did.

_Belle._ But, Jack--even if you had the money--how could I let you
spend it on me?

_Jack._ You could--you couldn't help it, Belle. I would do it!

_Belle._ No, Jack, it wouldn't be decent.

_Jack._ To save your life?

_Belle._ No, not even to save my life.

_Jack (tenderly)._ Belle, listen to me. I've got a right to save
your life. Can't you understand? I want you to get well. I love you!

_Belle (stares at him)._ Jack!

_Jack._ Yes, I love you!

_Belle (sobs)._ Jack, Jack! _(He clasps her in his arms; she weeps

_Jack._ What is the matter? What is it?

_Belle._ Oh, Jack, why did you wait so long? Why didn't you come to
me before it was too late?

_Jack._ Too late?

_Belle._ Why did you have to wait till I was dying? Oh, I can't bear
it! You oughtn't to have told me! It's too cruel!

_Jack._ Belle, don't take on that way!

_Belle._ I tell you it's too late. Too late! _(She sobs

_Jack (in anguish)._ Belle! Belle! You mustn't give up like that!
Listen to me, dear!

_Belle._ Wait! Wait! Don't talk to me!

_Jack._ You're exhausted, dear. Come--lie down. _(He leads her off
Right; speaks off.)_ There, lie and rest. Don't talk any more now.
_(Returns; speaks in entrance.)_ Be quiet, and see if you can't go
to sleep! _(He paces the room, muttering to himself.)_ No, I can't
stand it. This is no joke. It's no part of the game. I must save
Belle's life--I'd no right to wait this long. _(With sudden
resolution.)_ I'll write to Jessie. She'll come and help her.
Bargain or no bargain, I'll write! _(Vehemently.)_ You go to the
devil, Bob--I don't care how much you tease me! Yes! Yes! The
reality of life! I'm getting it all right. And I've got to knuckle
down and take what teasing comes to me. My God, what a fool I
was--what a drivelling fool! And I'll lose my quarter of a million!
I don't care--I've got to save Belle! I'll write to-night! _(Takes
pencil and paper, sits at table and writes. The door Left opens
softly, and Dolly appears, haggard and anxious.)_

_Dolly._ You here! Where's Belle?

_Jack._ She's asleep.

_Dolly._ Jack. I've got to go away from here!

_Jack._ Go away!

_Dolly._ Yes. The police will be looking for me.

_Jack._ The police!

_Dolly._ I'm accused of stealing. Oh, don't think it--I didn't do
it. Before God, I didn't!

_Jack._ Of course not, Dolly!

_Dolly._ I must go. I must take Belle with me!

_Jack._ But she can't go, Dolly! She's too ill.

_Dolly._ She'll be worse if she stays here and the police come for

_Jack._ Tell me about it, Dolly.

_Dolly._ No, no! I can't.

_Jack._ Why not?

_Dolly._ Don't ask me. _(She stares about distractedly.)_

_Jack._ May be I can help you.

_Dolly._ Nobody can help me--ever!

_Jack._ Dolly! Why should you hide anything from me?

_Dolly._ I can't bear to tell!

_Jack._ Why not?

_Dolly._ You'd despise me forever. Belle would despise me!

_Jack._ But that's impossible, Dolly.

_Dolly (she stares into his face, then suddenly clutches his arm; in
a hoarse whisper)_ I sold myself to save her!

_Jack._ My God!

_Dolly._ Ah, don't look at me like that. I told you not to ask me!

_Jack (half frenzied)._ But Dolly; you don't understand!

_Dolly._ Understand what?

_Jack._ I've been living on your money! _(They stare at each

_Dolly._ Jack, don't do like that! You didn't know it!

_Jack (covers his face with his hands)._ Oh, how _dared_ you?

_Dolly._ Don't go on so! You know I couldn't help it. What else
could we do? We hadn't a dollar in the house. _(She catches him by
the arm.)_ Don't be selfish, Jack!

_Jack._ Selfish!

_Dolly._ You're thinking of yourself--not of me and Belle.

_Jack._ When was it? To-night?

_Dolly._ This wasn't the first time. But it was always for Belle.

_Jack (in a whisper)._ For Belle!

_Dolly._ I've worked till I was ready to drop. I've slaved day and
night--but I couldn't make enough. And so, every now and then, I'd
go to a house.

_Jack._ When did it begin!

_Dolly._ Nearly a year ago.

_Jack._ Belle has never guessed it?

_Dolly._ Good God! She would kill herself! Listen--I'll tell you the
story. What does it matter now--you'll never see me again. It began
in a department store--twelve dollars a week. Fine wages, with two
to care for! It was slave--slave all day. Never a holiday, never a
joy; nothing beautiful, nothing new! No hope, no future; just
slave--slave! And there was a young man--what they call a gentleman.
He took me to dinners, and I went, because I was near starving. In
the end he got me, of course. And then he threw me over, and I went
to work again. You see?

_Jack._ I see.

_Dolly._ After that it was worse. I was spoiled. But I was afraid
Belle might suspect, so I kept straight for a long time. But it was
no go. She was working herself to death--and

I'd see her ill, and I couldn't stand it. I'd tell her I had a job
in a hotel uptown. I'd be gone all night--and I'd bring her money.
That's my life!

_Jack (in a low voice)._ Are there many like that?

_Dolly._ The town is full of them. I know a girl who went to a
church home. They said they couldn't help her--they were for 'fallen
women.' She came back again and told them they could help her
now--she was a fallen woman.

_Jack._ God!

_Dolly._ She was starving, that was what drove her. That's what
drives thousands. And for that we're despised. The good women--they
spit upon us! I sometimes wonder--do they think we like it? _(Laughs
harshly.)_ That a woman should like to give herself to any brute
that comes along! _(Seizing Jack by the arm.)_ Tell me! What does it
mean? Whose sins do we pay for?

_Jack._ I don't know.

_Dolly._ If there's a God in heaven, how can he allow it? How can he
allow some to be idle and rich, and to despise us who have nothing?

_Jack._ Tell me about to-night.

_Dolly._ I went to the old place. And there was a man--he was drunk,
and he'd lost his money, and he said I'd robbed him. A servant gave
me the tip--the madam had sent for the police. I dodged out by the
basement way.

_Jack._ And they're after you?

_Dolly._ The man's a politician--some big man--and so they'll hunt
me out. I'm a stranger, I've no friends, and they'll send me up for
a year or two. I wouldn't care; I'm rotten--fit for nothing but the
dump-heap. But there's Belle. She's straight, and I must keep her

_Jack._ Yes, Dolly, we'll keep her straight.

_Dolly._ I never thought I'd trust another man, Jack. But I think
you're decent. Mark this though! _(Fiercely.)_ By the God above, if
you ever do Belle any harm, Jack, I'll shoot you dead!

_Jack._ Dolly! Why talk to me that way? I love her. I've told her
that I love her.

_Dolly._ You mean to marry her?

_Jack._ Of course.

_Dolly (seizes his hand)._ Jack! And you'll be good to her? _(Turns
quickly, without waiting for answer.)_ We must get away from here!

_Jack._ Wait! Let me think. I know a place where they'll never find

_Dolly._ Where is it?

_Jack._ I'll take you to it. Get Belle ready.

_Dolly._ You're sure it's safe?

_Jack._ Absolutely. It might as well be in another world. _(Dolly
runs off Right to Belle. He paces the room, talking to himself.)_
I've got to give it up. I can't play with things like this. I've
lost, I'll take my medicine. Only a month! Gee whiz! _(With sudden
realization.)_ Good-bye to my quarter of a million!

_Bill (appears in doorway, yawning)._ Holy smoke! What's up?

_Jack._ We're going away.

_Bill._ Where to?

_Jack._ I can't tell you now.

_Dolly (enters Right, supporting Belle)._ Come on, dear. Jack is
going to take us with him.

_Belle._ But I'm too sick to go out.

_Dolly._ You must, dear.

_Belle._ I'm not dressed.

_Jack._ Get her hat and coat. Don't stop for anything else. Come on,
Belle, I'll help you. We've no time to lose. _(Puts arm about her
and half carries her Left.)_

_Belle._ Won't you tell me what's the matter?

_Jack._ I'm going to take you to some friends. _(To Dolly.)_ We'll
find a cab.

_Dolly._ No, they'd trace us!

_Jack._ Well, we can get to the subway, I suppose. _(To Belle.)_
Dearest Belle--listen to me. I love you. And I'm going to make you
well. I've been able to get money--all we need, heaps and heaps of
it. And you're going to Florida. You'll be there in a few days--the
very place my sister went to. Perhaps she'll go with you. So come!
Come! _(Exit, leading Belle.)_

_Dolly (hurries about, gathering Belle's wraps and her own)._
Where's your coat, boy?

_Bill._ Ain't got none. Say! What's this about Florida?

_Dolly._ I don't know.

_Bill._ Youse tryin' to cheer up Belle?

_Dolly (gathering up her belongings in great haste)._ Maybe so.

_Bill._ Youse runnin' from that landlady?

_Dolly._ Don't ask me now.

_Bill._ Well, there's somethin' wrong, I know! Youse can't fool me!
_(Looks about.)_ Gee! I thought I had a home! And now I'm movin' out
of it! _(The lights fade slowly on the Play-play and rise on the

_Will (in a whisper)._ Well?

_Peggy (low)._ Oh, Will! That's the real stuff!

_Will._ You like it?

_Peggy (with intensity)._ Yes, I do! It's real, it's true. Will, I
think it'll go!

_Will._ You do?

_Peggy._ Yes, even with Broadway! It made me cry--and I'm a hardened
old sinner.

_Will._ Oh, dearest, I'm so glad!

_Peggy._ I'm proud of you, Will! _(Rises and puts her arms about
him.)_ We've got a real Pot-boiler! _(Sound of bell in Real-play
Left. Play-play vanishes. Full light on the Real-play. A post-man's
whistle off Left.)_

_Will._ What's that?

_Peggy._ The post-man!

_Will (leaping up)._ Maybe it's a check for the poem!

_Peggy._ Oh, yes!

_Will._ Where's the key to the letter-box?

_Peggy (runs Right)._ Here, I think. _(Searches about.)_ Here!
_(Brings him key.)_ Be quick!

_Will (exit Left)._ I'll be quick!

_Peggy (As Bill tosses and calls aloud in his sleep, goes to his
bed, kneels and soothes him)._ Oh, my baby! My baby! You're not
going to be sick! No, no, I can't stand that! Anything but that!
I'll have to give it up! Will must give up trying to be a writer,
and get some sort of paying job. Or I'll have to go on the stage
again, and earn some real money----_(Hearing Will returning, she
leaps up and runs Left.)_ Was it the check?

_Will (enters)._ Yes.

_Peggy._ For how much?

_Will (in a voice of agony)._ _Guess_ how much?

_Peggy._ Tell me!

_Will._ Two-fifty.

_Peggy._ Two-fifty!

_Will._ Two dollars and a half!

_Peggy._ Great God!

_Will (furiously)._ How do they expect a poet to live on two dollars
and a half for a poem?

_Peggy (hysterically)._ They don't expect poets to live! They don't
care anything about poets! Poets are cheap!

_Will (catches her by the arm, stares at her)._ Peggy! Peggy! This
play has got to succeed! It's got to succeed! People have got to
like it!

_Peggy._ Oh, Will. I hope they like it! I could get them by the
throats and choke them until they promise to like it! I could fall
down upon my knees and beg them to like it! _(To audience, with
intensity.)_ _Don't_ you like it? Don't you like it? Tell us that
you like it! Tell us!



_(SCENE--The attic, the following afternoon. Scene of the Play-play
is the drawing room, as in Act I._

_At rise: The Real-play, showing Will busy working on his Mss.,
Left. Peggy Right, putting Bill to sleep._

_Peggy._ Now, Mr. Bill, you're going to have a nice nap.

_Bill._ I feel better.

_Peggy._ I'm so glad to hear it. And Will's most through with his
play, and then he'll take you to the park.

_Bill._ Say, Peggy!

_Peggy._ Now, go to sleep.

_Bill._ But say!

_Peggy._ Well?

_Bill._ I think I'm hungry.

_Peggy._ There's nothing in the house, dear.

_Bill._ No bread, Peggy?

_Peggy._ No, but we'll get some when you wake up. _(Goes Left and
sits by Will. Silence, while he works over papers. He is pale and
haggard; she watches him anxiously.)_

_Will. (Leans on hands.)_ Oh, dear.

_Peggy._ Tired, Will?

_Will._ I'm getting a beastly headache.

_Peggy._ Will, you know you oughtn't to work when your stomach has
quit like this.

_Will._ Hang my stomach!

_Peggy._ But, dear--

_Will._ Why do authors have to have stomachs? They're never of any

_Peggy._ Listen, Will. You can't do good work when you're so tired.

_Will._ I can do good work! You'll see it's good. I've nearly
finished the fourth act now. Come, read it--and forget about my
stomach. _(She moves over to him. The Play-play begins to appear.)_
The scene is Dad's drawing-room again. Jessie is there; she's
worrying about Jack, and Bob is trying to comfort her. _(Full light
on Play-play.)_

_Bob._ He's all right, Jessie. Anybody'd think he'd gone to war!

_Jessie._ He was never away for so long before.

_Bob._ Don't I seem a fairly healthy specimen, Jessie?

_Jessie._ I suppose so, Bob.

_Bob._ Well, I've done what he's doing. I've done it for a year. And
I survived.

_Jessie._ But you knew how, Bob.

_Bob._ I didn't when I started.

_Jessie._ It snowed last night; I lay awake till daybreak worrying
about him.

_Bob._ My dear girl, men have got snow on their clothes before this.

_Jessie._ He's been gone a month!

_Bob._ Listen, Jessie! You know there's misery and suffering in the
world, don't you?

_Jessie._ Yes, I suppose so.

_Bob._ And could you wish Jack to live all his life in indifference
to such things--just idle and play, and spend the wealth that other
people produce for him?

_Jessie. (Clenching her hands.)_ Oh, if he'd only come home! _(The
telephone rings.)_

_Bob._ I'll answer it. _(Goes to phone.)_ Hello. _(A pause; then
exclaims.)_ Why, what's happened? _(Another pause; he turns to
Jessie.)_ It's Jack!

_Jessie (leaps up.)_ Jack!

_Bob._ Ssh. _(In phone.)_ Yes, what's that? What's the matter? Well,
I declare! Sure, Jessie's here. Yes, Dad's upstairs. No, I won't
tell him. Perhaps he won't. Hey? In two minutes? All right! Bye-bye!
_(Turns.)_ He's coming home!

_Jessie._ Bob!

_Bob._ He's around at the subway station. He'll be here in two

_Jessie._ But what's happened?

_Bob._ He wouldn't say. Just says he gives up--he's coming home.

_Jessie._ Thank Heaven! _(A pause.)_ But Bob! What can it mean?

_Bob._ It means he's lost his wager.

_Jessie._ I don't care! He's coming home! Jack! Jack! _(She dances
and claps her hands.)_ Oh, I'm so happy! So happy! _(The light
begins to rise on the Real-play-enough to reveal Bill getting up
from the cot. He looks about guiltily, climbs up to a shelf after a
bowl. There is a crash. Instantly the Play-play vanishes.)_

_Will. (Starting.)_ What's that?

_Peggy. (Leaps up and runs Right.)_ Bill!

_Bill._ Boo-hoo-hoo!

_Peggy._ What's the matter?

_Bill._ I didn't go to do it!

_Peggy._ But what--

_Will._ Didn't you know we were busy?

_Bill._ I-I was hungry!

_Peggy._ Poor Bill! Never mind, dear! _(Clasps him in her arms.)_
There was nothing in the bowl.

_Bill._ I th-thought there might b-b-be.

_Peggy._ Never mind! Poor little fellow! He was hungry!

_Bill._ I couldn't sleep, Peggy.

_Peggy._ All right, never mind. We won't scold you. It doesn't
matter about the old bowl--we've got nothing to put in it anyway.
Now, don't cry--you'll get yourself all excited. _(Sound of singing
heard off Right.)_

_Bill._ Oh! There's the Beggar-kid! _(Runs to window.)_ Say, Peggy!
Can't I go down and listen to him? I won't go off the steps, and I
won't talk to anybody.

_Peggy._ You're sure you feel well enough?

_Bill._ I'll feel better, Peggy. Please! Please!

_Peggy._ You'll truly not go off the steps?

_Bill._ Word of honor, Peggy!

_Peggy._ All right, then.

_Bill._ Hooray! Now, I'll get the roses in my cheeks! _(exit at door
Left; Peggy closes window and sound of singing stops)._

_Peggy._ It's a crime that child isn't in the country!

_Will (drawing her to table)._ What do you think of my fourth act?

_Peggy._ Why dear, it's just as I said about Act One, you need more
life in the scene, more variety and color.

_Will._ But how can it be got?

_Peggy._ I told you before--you must bring in Gladys.

_Will._ Gladys at this stage of the play?

_Peggy._ Of course! You're bringing home Belle, and you want a
character contrast--the daughter of the tenements and the princess
of the plutocracy. Gladys is still in love with Jack, and here he's
coming home with another girl!

_Will._ Oh, Peggy, that's so cheap!

_Peggy._ Wait, Will--let me work it out for you. I can show you what
I mean. Let me have your pencil.

_Will (groans)._ Go on!

_Peggy._ See now--it's the same scene--_(begins to write, Will
reading over her shoulder. Play-play begins to appear)._ Only Gladys
is pouring tea--

_Will._ Isn't that just like her! Always pouring tea!

_Peggy._ Shut up! There's Jessie and Bob. Gladys has her very finest
society manner--she wouldn't for the world let anyone think that
she was excited by the telephone-message. _(full light on

_Gladys._ Well, Jessie, I have had a most enjoyable evening. But I
must be going now.

_Jessie._ What? When Jack is coming?

_Gladys.__ Oh, would Jack want to see me? Surely not! No, I must
really go _(rises and starts to door)._ Good-bye!

_Will._ You're not going to have her go off?

_Peggy._ Wait! Let me write!

Jessie (rises, runs and stops Gladys)._ No, dear! Please wait!

_Gladys._ What for?

_Jessie._ Do a favor for me, Gladys. I know Jack still loves you. I
want you to stay here! I want you to hear it from his own lips. Let
me hide you behind this screen _(starts towards screen with her)._
When Jack comes in, I'll speak about you--

_Will (vehemently)._ That won't do! _(Gladys and Jessie stop.)_

_Peggy._ Why not?

_Will._ It's rotten!

_Peggy._ But I want her to do it! _(Gladys and Jessie start towards
screen again.)_

_Will._ I won't have it I say! It's undignified!

_Peggy._ Oh, don't be silly, Will!

_Will._ I say I won't have it! Let Gladys go on pouring tea!
_(Gladys starts towards tea table.)_

_Peggy._ Let them hide, I say! _(Gladys starts to screen.)_

_Will._ Stop, I say! _(Gladys stops, stands dazed and helpless.)_

_Peggy._ Why can't you give me a chance to write?

_Will._ I can't stand it, I tell you!

_Peggy._ But I want to show you how it would go.

_Will._ I don't want to see it! I won't read such things!

_Peggy._ But if I'm to have Gladys at all--

_Will._ You can't have her! She's got no business in my play! _(He
leaps up in fury.)_ To hell with her, I say--to hell with her!
_(Gladys turns and flees off with a scream; the Play-play fades.)_

_Peggy._ Will, dear, _why_ must you be so unreasonable?

_Will._ Now see, do you want to read what I've written, or don't

_Peggy._ Yes, dear, of course.

_Will._ Well then, drop this tomfoolery and go on!

_Peggy (resignedly)._ All right, I'll do it.

_Will._ We've got that scene to finish. I've got a climax that isn't
bad, I think. Jessie and Bob have just had the telephone-message.
_(Light begins to rise on the Play-play.)_ Jessie's dancing with
happiness, but suddenly the thought comes to her, What will Dad say?
_(Full light on Play-play; Peggy and Will make secret exit.)_

_Jessie (in distress)._ Bob, do you suppose Dad will take Jack's
money from him?

_Bob._ I don't know. It'll all depend.

_Jessie._ Oh, we mustn't allow it! It would be wicked! You go
upstairs, Bob, and stay with Dad until I can find out what's

_Bob (rises)._ A good idea!

_Jessie._ Maybe I'll have to hide Jack until we can break the news.
_(As she speaks Dad appears in the doorway behind her.)_ You see,
Bob, we must handle him carefully--he's an old man and he's liable
to fly off, and we can't tell what he might do in a sudden rage.
He's not really responsible, you know.

_Dad (stepping forward)._ What's this?

_Jessie (starting)._ Oh, Dad!

_Dad._ What's this you're trying to keep from me?

_Jessie._ Why--it wasn't from you, Dad.

_Dad._ Who was it from, hey? Answer me!

_Jessie._ Why--Dad--

_Dad (raging)._ So I'm not really responsible! You have to handle me
carefully, do you? What is it? Out with it.

_Jessie._ Why Dad--it's nothing--

_Dad._ I know better. Out with it!

_Bob._ Really, Dad--

_Dad._ Answer me!

_Jessie._ Why Dad--it's only that I've spent some money.

_Dad._ Spent some money!

_Jessie._ I've been buying clothes, and I was afraid when you saw
the bills--

_Dad._ Where are the bills?

_Jessie._ I'll show them to you.

_Dad._ Where are they?

_Jessie._ Upstairs. Please don't scold me too much, Dad. _(Starts to
lead him off.)_ You see, I didn't realize at the time--

_Dad._ I know. That's always the way with my children. They never
realize anything!

_Jessie._ It isn't so bad--_(The front door bell rings, she
starts.)_ Oh!

_Dad._ What's the matter?

_Jessie._ Nothing. Come on!

_Dad._ Wait till I see what this is.

_Jessie._ It's nothing, Dad.

_Dad._ How do you know it's nothing?

_Jessie._ I want to show you the bills.

_Dad._ Well, wait just a moment. The bills won't run away.

_Jessie (aside to Bob)._ Lost!

_Dad._ Why, what's that? Isn't that Jack's voice? Why-why-good God!
_(Jack appears in doorway, with Belle on His arm, Dolly and Bill
behind him. All stare.)_

_Jack (staggers to chair with Belle)._ Excuse me, please. _(He
proceeds to loosen Belle's coat, tears away her collar. She is half
fainting.)_ Get me a glass of wine! Quick! _(Bob obeys.)_ A fan,
somebody! _(Jessie seizes a newspaper and hands it to him. Dolly
kneels at Belle's other side.)_ She'll be all right in a
moment--she's exhausted. Ah! Better? _(He rises and speaks swiftly,
intensely.)_ You see what's the matter. The girl is ill; she's
nearly dying. I had to get help for her. _(To Bob.)_ You must excuse
me, old man. I had to give up the wager. This was too much for me.
You see--_(Hesitates.)_ I guess you were right. I ran into the
reality of life, and it floored me. You may kid me all you please,
I'll take my medicine. But there was this girl--I had to come back,
you see. _(To Dad.)_ Excuse me, Dad, for making such a mess of it.
But I couldn't punish this girl for my sins. I had to give up my
quarter of a million, and save her life.

_Dad._ What's the matter with the girl?

_Jack._ She's been worked to death. Standing on her feet in a
restaurant fourteen hours a day.

_Jessie._ Oh!

_Jack._ And you see, Jessie--I remembered how you'd gone to Florida
and got well. _(To the others.)_ Look at the difference! Look at the
contrast between them. That was what knocked me out--I couldn't get
away from it. I've got to send this girl to Florida and give her the
same chance that Jessie had.

_Jessie._ Who is she?

_Jack._ She was a waitress. She helped me when I was starving. And
now I have to help her. She's as good as gold, Jessie, and you must
be kind to her. It wasn't fair that she should die, just because I'd
been an idler, a good for nothing! Bob--you'll be satisfied when you
know what a lesson I've had. You can't imagine how I feel, coming
out of it--it's like escaping from a nightmare! I can't quite
believe it's over. _(He stands staring before him)._ And then I
think--I've brought her out with me, but how many others I left
behind me! Tens of thousands of others, down there in a pit! Belle,
look at me! It was a bad dream, and now it's over! Here's my
sister--see! She was as sick as you, and now, how well she is! Look
at her cheeks--touch her--take her hand. And you shall be like that,
you shall start for Florida right away! Can't you believe it, Dolly?

_Dolly._ It seems to me we've got some explanation coming to us,

_Jack._ Oh, I forgot. This is my sister. This is Dolly, Belle's
sister, and this is Bill--a little news-boy who helped me when I was
down and out.

_Bill._ Good evenin', ladies and gents.

_Dolly._ It was some kind of joke you played on us, Jack?

_Jack._ It was a wager I had made. I went out to shift for myself
and see how I'd get along. I wasn't playing any joke on you, Dolly.

_Dolly._ It was a pretty poor joke on Belle, I think.

_Jack._ How do you mean?

_Dolly._ You promised you'd marry her!

_Dad._ What!

_Jessie._ Marry her!

_Dolly._ That's what he told her. Didn't you, Jack?

_Jack._ Why--I--

_Dolly._ It's all right, Jack--since's we've caught on in time.

_Jack._ No, no, don't misunderstand me. It was just that I didn't
want to tell my family just yet.

_Dad (starting forward)._ Why, you infernal jackass!

_Jack._ Dad--

_Dad._ You have the impudence to come here and tell me that you
promised to marry a waitress in a restaurant!

_Jack. Yes, Dad---

_Dad (raging)._ Are you mad? When you've just proven that you can't
earn enough to fill your own belly? You come here whining for
forgiveness, and then tell me you'll marry a girl of the streets--

_Jessie._ Dad! Stop!

_Dolly._ Excuse me, Jack--we'll get out of this. _(Rises.)_

_Jessie._ No--wait! Please, Dad--

_Dad._ Let her go! There's no place for her here.

_Dolly._ Come, Belle, _(Lifts her.)_

_Jessie (Hysterically)._ Dad, how can you be so cruel?

_Dad._ Keep out of this, Jessie.

_Jack._ If they go, I go too, Dad.

_Dad._ Go, and good riddance to you.

_Jack._ If I go, I'll never return.

_Dad._ Has anybody asked you to?

_Bob._ Wait a minute, Dad.

_Dad._ Let me alone, Bob. I'll attend to this.

_Jessie (rushing to Jack)._ Jack! Jack! Wait!

_Dolly._ Come on, Belle! This is no place for us!

_Jack._ I'll take her myself. _(Exits left with Belle)._

_Jessie._ Jack! Dad doesn't know what he's saying!

_Dad._ Who says I don't know what I'm saying? Who says I'm not
responsible for my own acts? Who says I have to be handled
carefully? I'll have you all understand--

_Jessie (clutching Dad)._ Don't you see the girl's nearly dead?

_Bill._ I'll get out too _(To Dad.)_ Say Mister--_(Dad stares at
him)._ You're worse'n my stepfather! _(Exit with Dolly)._

_Jessie (hysterically)._ Dad! Dad! I beg you--have mercy. _(Flings
herself sobing upon him)._

_Bob._ Really, Dad, you're treating him pretty badly!

_Dad._ I haven't asked your opinion, sir!

_Bob._ Well, I guess I'll go with him!

_Dad._ As you please, sir! _(Bob exit. The Play-play begins to

_Will (in low voice)._ That's as far as I've done. _(A pause.)_ It's
near the end. What do you think of it?

_Pegyy._ Why, Will, you know what I told you before--

_Will (in a voice of despair)._ That it's all wrong! That I don't
know how to write a play. That I've got to do it all over!

_Peggy._ I never said that, Will. But I told you that you couldn't
put an audience through all those harrowing adventures, and then
pile an unhappy ending on top. You simply can't get away with such a

_Will._ But surely, I can't have this play end happily!

_Peggy._ Where's the law to prevent you?

_Will._ The law of truth prevents me.

_Peggy._ What do you mean? Couldn't Dad forgive Jack?

_Will._ No!

_Peggy._ Why not?

_Will._ Because Dad hasn't forgiven me.

_Peggy._ But Will, there are plenty of other Dads--and they aren't
all so heartless. You'll simply have to choose another father for
this play. You can't write for your own satisfaction--you've got to
think about the box-office.

_Will (leaping up and flinging out his hands)._ Oh, my God! The
box-office! Have I got to slaughter my artistic instincts to feed
the greed of a box-office? For God's sake, Peggy, take this play and
write it to suit the taste of Broadway! Or shall I tear up the
darned stuff? _(Seizes Mss.)_

_Peggy (interfering)._ Will!

_Will._ I've got a play written, and you come and tell me to write
another. And when I take it to the manager, he'll tell me to write a
third. And his wife will read it, and I'll have to write a fourth!
And then there's the stage-manager--perhaps he has a wife too! Who
else, for the love of Mike?

_Peggy (laughing)._ Why there's the star, and the leading lady--in
this case you've got two actresses fighting for precedence, tearing
each other's eyes out over the question of dressing-rooms. Then
there's the press agent and the property-man, and the dramatic
editors of a dozen newspapers, who'll tell you next morning exactly
why your play fell flat. _(Puts her arms about him.)_ Will, dear,
don't be so impatient. Try to understand what I mean! Such a
frightfully depressing ending--everybody in the play has lost

_Will._ But that isn't so!

_Peggy._ Jack has lost his wager, and his quarter of a million
dollars--and his home!

_Will._ But see what he's gained.

_Peggy._ What?

_Will._ In the first place wisdom, and in the second a wife.

_Peggy._ Few people in the audience know anything about wisdom, and
everyone of them knows that he could buy a wife for less than a
quarter of a million dollars.

_Will._ That's all very well--for a funny line. But there's many a
man would give that much money to find a noble-hearted and faithful
and loving woman, who would stand by him through all the trials of
his life! I gave up more than a quarter of a million myself, and do
you suppose it ever occurs to me to regret the bargain? Do you
suppose I'd be willing to wipe you and Bill out of existence if I
could get my money back?

_Peggy (lays her hand, on his)._ Will, dear, that's very sweet of
you, but it's not the same in your play. In the first place, Bill
isn't Jack's child; and then Belle is dying. You see, you've told
such a dreadful story--

_Will (irritably)._ Don't tell me that all over again!

_Peggy._ Forgive me! You've got a headache, and you're worn out--we
oughtn't to try to argue now. You simply can't get this play right
while you're so over-wrought. Take a little time off, and rest and
get a fresh view of it.

_Will._ But we'll starve to death in the meantime!

_Peggy._ No, dear, we needn't. Let me go and get a job to tide us
over the trouble. So you can do your work without killing yourself--
please, dear, please!

_Will (in thought)._ Listen, Peggy. If we're going to make a break,
I've thought of something better.

_Peggy._ What is it?

_Will._ I'll go and see Dad.

_Peggy._ Oh, Will, you couldn't do that!

_Will._ I've been thinking about it for the last three days. You
see, putting him in the play has brought him back to my thoughts.
I've shown him harsh and narrow--but still I realize that I love
him. Perhaps he can't help it if he has a bad temper; and if he's
stubborn--well, I've been as stubborn as he. I've waited all these
years for him to come; and may be it was my place to make the first
move. Now he's old--he can't last much longer; and if he died, I'd
be sorry all my life that I hadn't been more generous to him. It
isn't his money--after all, he's my father. If I have to humble
myself somewhere, perhaps I ought to give him the first chance. _(A
pause.)_ What do you think?

_Peggy._ I don't know, Will. It couldn't do any harm, I suppose. _(A

_Bill (pounds suddenly on door Left)._ Let me in!

_Peggy (leaps up)._ What's the matter?

_Bill (rushes in)._ Oh! Oh!

_Will and Peggy._ What is it?

_Bill._ A man tried to kidnap me!

_Will and Peggy._ _What?_

_Bill._ Tried to--to take me away!

_Peggy._ Bill!

_Bill._ An old man--in an automobile!

_Will._ You don't mean it, Bill?

_Bill._ He got out and asked my name. Then he asked me if I'd like
to go for a ride. I remembered what you'd told me about kidnappers.
So I ran upstairs.

_Peggy (staring at Will)._ Do you suppose it could be--

_Will._ I'll go and see. _(The bell rings Left; He stops)._

_Bill._ It's the old man! He's after me! _(Shrinks behind, Peggy)._

_Will._ We'll see. _(Opens door. Dad stands in entrance)._

_Bill (whispers)._ The old man!

_Dad (enters without a word; looks about)._ Well, young fellow! So
this is where you live!

_Will (in a low voice)._ Yes, Dad.

_Dad._ And this is the woman?

_Will._ Yes, Dad.

_Dad._ And the boy?

_Will._ Yes, Dad.

_Dad._ Humph! _(A pause.)_ Did it never occur to you I might like to
see my grandson?

_Will._ I--I didn't know, Dad. _(A pause)._

_Dad (in a breaking voice)._ Well, now you've forced me to humble
myself, what have you got to say to me?

_Will (starting)._ Oh, Dad! Forgive me!

_(Seizes his hands)._ Dad, I'm ashamed of myself! I was coming to
you to-day. Honestly I was!

_Dad (returning to his gruff manner)._ Well, young fellow, I'm glad
to hear you've learned a little sense, at least! How've you been
making out? Not very well, I judge.

_Will._ Not at all well, Dad.

_Dad._ Humph! Too proud to tell me, hey? The woman looks pale; and
the child too. _(To Bill.)_ Come here, youngster. So this is my
grandson! _(To Will.)_ It's all very well for you to make war on
your old father and break his pride; but you'd no right to use your
child like this. _(Looks at Mss. on table.)_ What's this!

_Peggy._ It's Will's manuscript. A play.

_Dad._ So that's what he is doing, instead of taking care of his
wife and child? _(Punches Mss. with his cane and scatters it in
every direction over the floor)._

_Will._ Oh!

_Peggy._ Don't do that! We have so much trouble keeping it straight
anyway. _(Gathers up Mss. and replaces it on table)._

_Dad._ What's in the thing? Let me look at it. _(Starts to examine

_Peggy (in sudden alarm)._ No, no!

_Dad._ Hey? Why not?

_Peggy._ Not yet. Wait--Will has to revise it. You see--_(She
laughs.)_ He's got his local color wrong again.

_Dad (gazing from one to the other)._ What's the joke?

_Peggy._ You see, Dad--Will's been having a hard time, and it's made
him pessimistic. He's written a play, and he was ruining it with an
unhappy ending. But now--oh, now it has a happy ending! It'll be a
success! _(Rushes to Will.)_ Oh, Will, I see just how it goes! I've
got the very words! Let me write them, while they're fresh in my
mind! (Runs to table, takes pencil and paper.)

_Dad._ But what--

_Peggy._ Wait! Wait! Excuse us, please! It's so important! Here,
Bill--take your grandfather! Take him up on the roof and let him see
the view! Take him downstairs and let the beggar-kid sing for him! I
want just ten minutes to get this down! _(Pushes Dad and Bill off
Left.)_ Just ten minutes, please! _(Shuts them out.)_ Now, Will,
come here! You see how it is now! Dad has relented, your happy
ending is all ready made! You're not making any concession to the
box-office--you're simply following truth--the natural human
instincts of a father, who loves his son, in spite of all his
mistakes and his own bad temper! He orders him out--but all the time
his heart is breaking--he's eager for an excuse to relent. Oh, Will,
you must see that!

_Will (reluctantly)._ Yes, I suppose so.

_Peggy._ All right then! We go back to your scene in Dad's
drawing-room--just after Jack has carried Belle out. _(Play-play
begins to appear.)_ Dad stands there, with Jessie clinging to him,
weeping, imploring. And Bob is trying to argue with him. Dad doesn't
answer at first--wait, I'll write the scene! _(Full light on
Play-play. Will makes secret exit.)_

_Bob._ Dad, listen to reason now! Don't make this dreadful mistake.
Jack has had his lesson. Can't you see he's had it--the very thing
we all wanted for him? He's learned something about the reality of

_Jessie (to Bob)._ Make Jack wait! Don't let him go away! Hurry!
_(Bob exit.)_ Dad, you must forgive him! That's a good girl he's
brought here--can't you see that? And she's ill--she's as ill as I
was! Don't you remember how you worried about me? You aren't really
cruel, Dad--

_Dad._ I don't want to be cruel. But I won't have him--

_Jessie._ You must forgive him, Dad! _(Jack appears in doorway, with
Bob, Dolly and Bill behind him.)_ Jack! Come ask him to forgive you!
He's your father! You must do it, to save the girl's life!

_Jack (advances)._ Don't misunderstand me, Dad. I don't ask for the
money. I've lost my claim to it, I don't care what you do with it.
But I must save this girl! Don't you see what's happened to me?
Don't you see what I've gained by my adventure?

_Dad._ What have you gained?

_Jack._ In the first place wisdom! In the second a wife--a
noble-hearted and faithful and loving woman, who will stand by me
through all the trials of my life! Isn't that worth more than a
quarter of a million dollars? Answer me, Dad--_(Stretches out his
arms to him.)_ Oh, Dad, isn't it so?

_Dad (gruffly)._ Well, young fellow, I'm glad to hear you've learned
a little sense, at least! _(He embraces Jack.)_

_Peggy (leaping to her feet and pointing to the Play-play scene)._
There! There! There's your happy ending! There's your Pot-boiler!



In connection with this play there is a story which should be told,
for reasons which will be revealed in the telling.

"The Pot-boiler" was written in 1912, and entered for copyright in
February, 1913. I took the manuscript to a friend, Edwin Bjorkman,
editor of the "Modern Drama Series," and the most widely read
student of dramatic literature known to me; also to Edgar Selwyn and
Margaret Mayo, who knew thoroughly the contemporary stage. These
friends confirmed me in my belief that I had hit upon that rare
phenomenon--an entirely new idea to the stage. There are many
examples of the "play within a play," but up to that time there had
never been a play which showed the WRITING of a play: the processes
which go on in the mind of a playwright, and how he uses his
personal experiences in his work.

"The Pot-boiler" was accepted for production by William Harris, Jr.,
at the Hudson Theatre, New York. After many delays, Mr. Harris came
to the conclusion that the play needed some rewriting to give it
that "punch" which is essential to production in the neighborhood of
Broadway. He sought to interest a certain well-known playwright, who
will be here designated as Mr. X, in the idea of collaborating with
me on the play. Mr. X read the manuscript and offered to collaborate
on condition that two changes should be made: first, the play should
be changed from a "shirt-sleeve play" to a "dress-suit play"--that
is, the characters should be rich people; and second, the last act
should be located in a manager's office, and show the acceptance of
the play. As I did not care for these suggestions, Mr. X dropped the
matter, and Mr. Harris allowed his rights in the play to lapse.

A year or so later, happening into Mr. Harris' office in the Hudson
Theatre, he asked me with a smile, "Have you seen your play?" And
when I asked what he meant, he added. "They have put it on
downstairs." Needless to say, I purchased a ticket for the
performance, and saw a play which differed from my play in two
essentials--these being precisely the modifications which Mr. X had
tried to persuade me to make!

The new play was announced as the work of two playrights, whom I
will indicate as Smith and Brown; it was produced by a firm of
managers, whom I will indicate as Jones and Robinson. I went to see
Messrs. Jones and Robinson, who assured me they had never even heard
of my play. While I was in the office, Mr. Smith, one of the
playwrights, sought an interview with me, and assured me that he
also had never heard of my play, his work was absolutely original. I
gave him the names of various persons who had read my play,
including Mr. X; and Mr. Smith assured me earnestly that he was a
stranger to all of them. I accepted his statement; but as I was on
my way out of the office of Messrs. Jones and Robinson, I beheld the
name of Mr. X printed upon one of the doors of their private rooms,
and upon inquiry I learned that Mr. X was employed on a regular
salary as a play-reviser for this firm!

I went away pondering the situation. What I was asked to believe was
as follows: Mr. Smith had composed a play having all the essential
features of my new and original play, and differing only in the two
modifications--these being the very same two modifications which
Mr. X had urged me to make in my play. Mr. Smith had taken this play
to the firm which employed Mr. X, and this firm had accepted the
play and produced it, without Mr. X, their chief play-reviser,
ever seeing it--or else without his mentioning that it was my play,
with the two modifications in my play which he had recommended. The
play had been taken to the Hudson Theatre, owned by William Harris,
Jr., who had accepted my play and submitted it to Mr. X, and the
play had actually been produced at this theatre for nearly a week
without either authors or managers ever hearing of my play!

I may be unduly suspicious, but I could not credit this peculiar
chain of coincidences. I took the matter to the Author's League,
whose executive committee read my play, saw the other play, and
agreed that I had cause for inquiry. Mr. Louis Joseph Vance,
representing the league, undertook to interview Mr. X, who was an
intimate friend of his, and sent Mr. X a telegram asking for an
appointment. Mr. X did not answer. Mr. Vance assured me that this
was the first time the gentleman had ever failed to reply to such a
request from him. Subsequently, Mr. Vance made an appointment to
meet Mr. X at luncheon, and hear his explanation of the matter; but
Mr. X failed to keep the appointment. I went ahead with plans for a
law-suit, whereupon Messrs. Jones and Robinson withdrew their play.

My reasons for telling the story are two. First, I think it well
that would-be playwrights should have some idea what they may
encounter when they venture into the jungles of Broadway; and
second, because critics and play-goers who saw the play of Smith and
Brown will wish to know which play was written first.


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