"SANDY" JOHN OAKHUrst. Dramatís Personæ. Son of Alexander Morton, sen. The Prodigals. COL. STARBOTTLE Alexander Morton, sen.'s legal adviser. OLD MORTON DON JOSÉ CAPPER. JACKSON HOP SING. { Father of Jovita Castro. A detective. Major-domo of Don José's rancho. An old friend of Oakhurst. An Australian convict. His pals. Confidential clerk of Alexander Morton, jun., and confederate of Pritchard. SERVANT of Alexander Morton, sen.-POLICEMEN. The schoolmistress of Red Gulch, in love with Sandy, and cousin of Alexander Morton, sen. In love with John Oakhurst, and daughter of Don José. Wife of Pritchard, illegally married to "flame" of John Sandy, and Oakhurst. former Servant of Castro, and maid to Doña ACT I. THE RANCHO OF THE BLESSED INNOCENTS, AND HOUSE OF DON JOSÉ CASTRO. ACT II. RED GULCH. ACT III. THE BANKING-HOUSE OF MORTON & SON, SAN FRANCISCO. ACT IV. THE VILLA OF ALEXANDER MORTON, SEN., SAN FRANCISCO. COSTUMES. ALEXANDER MORTON ("Sandy ").-First dress: Mexican vaquero : black velvet trousers open from knee, over white trousers; laced black velvet jacket, and broad white sombrero: large silver spurs. Second dress: miner's white duck jumper, and white duck trousers; (sailor's) straw hat. Third dress: fashionable morning costume. Fourth dress full evening dress. JOHN OAKHURST.-First dress: riding-dress, black, elegantly fitting. Second and third dress: fashionable. Fourth dress: full evening dress. COL. STARBOTTLE.-First dress: blue double-breasted frock, and white "strapped" trousers; white hat. blue trousers, and black broad-brimmed ruffles, semper. Third dress: the same. with pumps. YORK. Fashionable morning dress. Second dress: same coat, felt hat; cane, semper ; Fourth dress: the same, CONCHO. First dress: vaquero's dress. Second dress: citizen's dress. HOP SING.-Dress of Chinese coolie: dark-blue blouse, and dark-blue drawers gathered at ankles; straw conical hat, and wooden sabots. DON JOSE.-First dress: serapé, black, with gold embroidery. Second dress fashionable black suit, with broad-brimmed black stiff sombrero. OLD MORTON.-First, second, third, and fourth dress: black, stiff, with white cravat. CAPPER.-Ordinary dress of period. MISS MARY.-First dress: tasteful calico morning dress. Second and third dress lady's walking-costume-fashionable. Fourth dress: full dress. DOÑA JOVITA.-First dress: handsome Spanish dress, with manta. Second dress more elaborate, same quality. THE DUCHESS.-First dress: elaborate but extravagant fashionable Second dress: travelling dress. costume. MANUELA. The saya y manta; white waist, and white or black skirt, with flowers. Two Men of Sandy Bar. ACT I. SCENE 1.-Courtyard and Corridors of the Rancho. MANUELA [arranging supper-table in corridor, L., solus]. There! Tortillas, chocolate, olives, and-the whisky of the Americans! And supper's ready. But why Don José chooses to-night, of all nights, with this heretic fog lying. over the Mission Hills like a wet serapé, to take his supper out here, the saints only know. Perhaps it's some distrust of his madcap daughter, the Doña Jovita; perhaps to watch her-who knows? And now to find Diego. Ah, here he comes. So! The old story. He is getting Doña Jovita's horse ready for another madcap journey. Ah! [Retires to table.] Enter cautiously from corridor, L., SANDY MORTON, carrying lady's saddle and blanket; starts on observing MANUELA, and hastily hides saddle and blanket in recess. Sandy [aside]. She's alone. I reckon the old man's at his siesta yet. Ef he'll only hang onto that snooze ten minutes longer, I'll manage to let that gal Jovita slip out to that yer fandango, and no questions asked. Manuela [calling SANDY]. Diego! Sandy [aside, without heeding her]. That's a sweet voice for a serenade. Round, full, high-shouldered, and calkilated to fetch a man every time. Only thar ain't, to my sartain knowledge, one o' them chaps within a mile of the rancho. [Laughs.] Manuela. Diego! Sandy [aside]. Oh, go on! That's the style o' them Greasers. They'll stand rooted in their tracks, and yell for a chap without knowin' whether he's in sight or sound. Manuela [approaching Sandy impatiently]. Diego! Sandy [starting, aside]. The devil! Why, that's me she's after. [Laughs.] I clean disremembered that when I kem yer I tole those chaps my name was James,-James Smith [laughs], and thet they might call me "Jim." And De-ago's their lingo for Jim. [Aloud.] Well, my beauty, De-ago it is. Now, wot's up? Manuela. Eh? no sabe! Sandy. Wot's your little game? [Embraces her.] Manuela [aside, and recoiling coquettishly]. Mother of God! He must be drunk again. These Americans have no time for love when they are sober. [Aloud and coquettishly.] Let me go, Diego. Don José is coming. He has sent for you. He takes his supper to-night on the corridor. Listen, Diego. He must not see you thus. drinking again. I will keep you from him. are not well. You have been I will say you Sandy. Couldn't you, my darling, keep him from me? Couldn't you make him think he was sick? Couldn't you say he's exposin' his precious health by sittin' out thar tonight; thet ther's chills and fever in every breath? [Aside.] Ef the old Don plants himself in that chair, that gal's chances for goin' out to-night is gone up. Manuela. Never. He would suspect at once. Listen, Diego. If Don José does not know that his daughter steals away with you to meet some caballero, some lover,—you understand, Diego,-it is because he does not know, or would not seem to know, what every one else in the rancho knows. Have a care, foolish Diego! If Don José is old and blind, look you, friend, we are not. You understand? Sandy [aside]. What the devil does she expect?money? No! [Aloud.] Look yer, Manuela, you ain't goin' to blow on that young gal! [Putting his arm around her waist.] Allowin' that she hez a lover, thar ain't nothin' onnateral in thet, bein' a purty sort o' gal. Why, suppose somebody should see you and me together like this, and should just let on to the old man. Manuela. Hush! [Disengaging herself.] Hush! He is coming. Let me go, Diego. It is Don José ! Enter DON JOSÉ, who walks gravely to the table, and seats himself. MANUELA retires to table. Sandy [aside]. I wonder if he saw us. I hope he did: it would shut that Manuela's mouth for a month of Sundays. [Laughs.] God forgive me for it! I've done a heap of things for that young gal Doña Jovita; but this yer gittin' soft on the Greaser maid-servant to help out the misses, is a little more than Sandy Morton bargained fur. Don José [to MANUELA]. You can retire. Diego will attend me. [Looks at DIEGO attentively.] [Exit MANUELA. Sandy [aside]. Diego will attend him! Why, blast his yeller skin, does he allow that Sandy Morton hired out as a purty waiter-gal? Because I calkilated to feed his horses, it ain't no reason thet my dooty to animals don't stop thar. Pass his hash! [Turns to follow MANUELA, but stops.] Hello, Sandy! wot are ye doin', eh? You ain't going back on Miss Jovita, and jest spile that gal's chances to git out to-night, on'y to teach that God-forsaken old gov❜ment mule manners? No! I'll humour the old man, and keep one |