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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"Two Men of Sandy Bar; a drama"

STARBOTTLE). I WILL--I MUST see him!
Ah! (looking L.) he is coming!
Enter SANDY.
Starbottle (rising with great readiness and tact). I have found it
(presenting flower). It had fallen beneath the sofa.
Sandy (to MISS MARY, stopping short in embarrassment). I did not
know you--I--I--thought there was no one here.
Miss Mary (to STARBOTTLE). May I ask you to excuse me for a
moment? I have a few words to say to--to my COUSIN!
STARBOTTLE bows gallantly to MISS MARY, and stiffly to SANDY, and
exit R. A long pause; MISS MARY remains seated pulling flowers,
SANDY remains standing by wing, foolish and embarrassed. Business.
Miss Mary (impatiently). Well?
Sandy (slowly). I axes your pardon, miss; but you told THAT
gentleman you had a few words--to say to me.
Miss Mary (passionately, aside). Fool! (Aloud.) I had; but I am
waiting to first answer your inquiries about your--your--child. I
have fulfilled my trust, sir.
Sandy. You have, Miss Mary, and I thank you.
Miss Mary. I might perhaps have expected that this revelation of
our kinship would have come from other lips than a stranger's; but--
no matter! I wish you joy, sir, of your heritage. (Going.) You
have found a home, sir, at last, for yourself and--and--your child.
Good-day, sir.
Sandy. Miss Mary!
Miss Mary. I must make ready to receive your father's guests. It
is his orders: I am only his poor relation.


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