LORDS OF CREATION. WOMAN SUFFRAGE DRAMA IN THREE ACTS. BY ELLA CHEEVER THAYER. BOSTON: GEO. M. BAKER & CO., PUBLISHERS. 1883. Copyright, 1883, BY GEORGE M. BAKER. All rights reserved. LORDS OF CREATION. CHARACTERS. Dr. Endicott, a true Man. Mr. Grovenor, the Head of his Family. Eugene, his Son, taking Life easy. Harold Doughlass, with more Money than Brains. Jim, a Coachman, much in Love. Kate Grovenor, who has a Mind of her own. Lizzie, a young Seamstress. Mrs. Grovenor, Mr. Grovenor's lesser half. Alice Grovenor, anxious for a rich Husband. Jennie, a Chambermaid who believes in Woman's Rights. COSTUMES. Kate. Act I., handsome evening dress. Act II., house dress. Act III., black silk. Alice. Act I., elegant evening dress. Act II., house dress. Act III., street costume, hat, etc. Mrs. Grovenor. Act I., evening dress. Act II., house dress. Act III., wrapper. Lizzie. Act I., plain street costume. Act II. and Act III., plain house dress. Jennie. Pretty light calico and apron. Dr. Endicott. Business suit. Mr. Grovenor. Same. Eugene. Elegant suit, rather flashy. Plain suit in Act III. Doughlass. Elegant suit, not quite so loud as Eugene. Jim. Handsome livery. LORDS OF CREATION. ACT I. Scene--Elegant Drawing-Room. Door C., Sofa, R., Chairs, etc. Table, L. C. (Enter Jennie, C., holding small bouquet in her hand.) Jennie. Here is Mr. Eugene's bouquet, and now where is Mr. Eugene? Not here, of course, and I must be running all over the house to find him. All a body has to do is to wait on him, that is what _he_ thinks! For he is a lord of creation, he is! And he must have his buttonhole bouquet, and his hair parted in the middle, and his mustache waxed, and everybody must bow down and worship him! But after all, he isn't as bad as his father. Oh! isn't _he_ just awful! Dear me, what a terrible thing it must be to think yourself so superior, all on account of your sex! Jim (looking in, C.). May I come in? Jen. (looking over shoulder). Oh! You are here, are you? I might have known you would be! Jim (coming down R. awkwardly). Yes, because I always come where you are, if I can. Jen. (L.) Too bad, ain't it, I don't appreciate it any better? You haven't seen Mr. Eugene anywhere, have you? Jim. Seen him? No! That is, not since two o'clock this morning, when I helped him up-stairs, and he called me his darling Jim. Jen. How awful! Jim. I guess you would have said so if he had hugged you the way he did me! Jen. (coquettishly) Well, I don't know; perhaps that might not have been quite so awful either! Jim (walking about angrily). Just let me catch him hugging you, or any other fellow, that's all. Jen. Dear me! And what business would that be of yours, I should like to know? This is a free country, sir, and I am a single woman, and hugging isn't a crime, and no man shall dictate to me. So! (Stamps foot.)