>>> YOU ARE VIEWING A 200 LINE SAMPLE OF EBOOK# E03521 <<< TITLE: THE NATUREWOMAN AUTHOR: UPTON SINCLAIR EBOOK: E03521 (O'Briens Book Cellar) THE NATUREWOMAN by UPTON SINCLAIR CHARACTERS Oceana: the Naturewoman. Mrs. Sophronia Masterson: of Beacon Street, Boston. Quincy Masterson, M.D.: her husband. Freddy Masterson: her son. Ethel Masterson: her younger daughter. Mrs. Letitia Selden: her elder daughter. Henry Selden: Letitia's husband. Remson: a butler. ACT I Drawing-room of the Masterson home; afternoon in winter. ACT II The same; the next afternoon. ACT III A portion of the parlor, as a stage; the same evening. ACT IV Henry Selden's camp in the White Mountains; afternoon, a week later. THE NATUREWOMAN ACT I [Scene shows a luxuriously furnished drawing-room. Double doors, centre, opening to hall and stairway. Grand piano at right, fireplace next to it, with large easy-chair in front. Centre table; windows left, and chairs.] [At rise: ETHEL standing by table; a beautiful but rather frail girl of sixteen; opening a package containing photograph in frame.] ETHEL. Oceana! Oceana! [She gazes at it in rapture.] Oh, I wonder if she'll be as good as she is beautiful! She must be! Oceana! [To REMSON, an old, white- haired family servant, who enters with flowers in vase.] No message from my brother yet? REMSON. Nothing, Miss Ethel. ETHEL. Look at this, Remson. REMSON. [Takes photograph.] Is that your cousin, Miss Ethel? ETHEL. That's she. Isn't she lovely? REMSON. Yes, miss. Is that the way they dress in those parts? ETHEL. The natives don't even wear that much, Remson. REMSON. It must be right warm there, I fancy. ETHEL. Oh, yes . . . they never know what cold weather is. REMSON. What is the name of it, Miss Ethel? ETHEL. Maukuri - it's in the South Seas. REMSON. It seems like I've heard of cannibals in those parts, somewhere. ETHEL, Yes, in some of the groups. But this is just one little island by itself . . . nothing else for a hundred miles and more. REMSON. And she's lived there all this time, Miss Ethel? ETHEL. Fifteen years, Remson. REMSON. And no folks at all there? ETHEL. Not since her father died. REMSON. [Shakes his head.] Humph! She'd ought to be glad to get home, Miss Ethel. ETHEL. She didn't seem to feel that way. [Takes book and seats herself by fireplace.] But we'll try to make her change her mind. Just think of it . . . she's been forty-six days on the steamer! REMSON. Can it be possible, miss? ETHEL. Wasn't that the street door just now, Remson? REMSON. I thought so, Miss Ethel. [Moves to door.] Oh! Mrs. Masterson. MRS. MASTERSON. [In doorway; a Boston Brahman, aged fifty, wearing street costume, black.] Any news yet, Remson? REMSON. None, madam. MRS. MASTERSON. Master Frederick is at the dock? REMSON. Yes, madam. DR. MASTERSON. [Enters; slightly younger than his wife, a dapper little man, bald and henpecked.] No news from the steamer, my dear? MRS. MASTERSON. None. REMSON. Anything further, madam? MRS. MASTERSON. Nothing. [Exit REMSON.] DR. MASTERSON. It'll be too bad if Oceana has to spend this evening on the steamer. MRS. MASTERSON. Have you taken to calling her by that ridiculous name also? DR. MASTERSON. Surely she has a right to select her name! MRS. MASTERSON. I was present when she was christened; and so were you, Quincy. For ME she will remain Anna Talbot until the day she dies. DR. MASTERSON. Anna or Oceana . . . there's not much difference, it seems. [Takes paper and sits by window; they do not see ETHEL.] Weren't Letitia and Henry to be here? MRS. MASTERSON. Letitia was . . . but she's never on time. There's the bell now. [Looks at photograph.] Humph! So Ethel's had it framed! I declare . . . people ought not to be shown a photograph like that . . . it's not decent. DR. MASTERSON. My dear! It's the South Sea Islands! MRS. MASTERSON. [Severely.] This is Back Bay. Oh! Letitia! LETITIA. [Enters; aged about twenty-eight, prim and decorous, Patterned after her mother; black street costume, with furs.] No news from the steamer, it seems! Dear me, such weather! MRS. MASTERSON. You didn't walk, I hope? LETITIA. No, but even getting into the stores! I'm exhausted. DR. MASTERSON. [Looking from paper.] Henry coming? LETITIA. He said he might drop in. He's curious to see the lady. DR. MASTERSON. Humph! No doubt! LETITIA. Mother, I wish you'd try to do something with Henry. He's so restless and discontented . . . he's getting to be simply impossible. MRS. MASTERSON. I'm going to talk to him to-day, my dear. LETITIA. Fancy my going out and burying myself in the country! And he means it . . . he's at me all the time about it! MRS. MASTERSON. Well, don't go, my dear! LETITIA. Don't worry yourself . . . I've not the least intention of going. Such things as we modern women have to endure! Only fancy, he's got an idea he wants to be where he can work with his hands! MRS. MASTERSON. Henry ought to have discovered these yearnings before he married one of the Mastersons. As my daughter, you have certain social obligations to fill . . . your friends have a claim upon you, quite as much as your husband. LETITIA. He says he wants to take the bungalow and make it over . . . wants to plan it and work at it himself. And with me and the children sitting out on the mountain-top in the snow until he finishes, I suppose! MRS. MASTERSON. Quincy, do you know anything about this whim of Henry's for a day-laborer's life? DR. MASTERSON. My dear, Henry's a big, active man, and he wants something to do. MRS. MASTERSON. But hasn't he his business? DR. MASTERSON. I dare say there are things more thrilling to a man than commercial law-cases. And Henry's been thinking for himself . . . he says the law's a cheat. MRS. MASTERSON. Yes, I know . . . I've heard all that. And here we are, just at this critical moment, when the girl is coming, and when he ought to be advising us about that will. DR. MASTERSON. It seems to me, my dear, you've managed to choose your course without his aid. [A pause.] I hope we shan't have to get into any quarrel with Oceana. MRS. MASTERSON. We shall not if _I_ can help it, Quincy. LETITIA. We simply intend to be firm, father. <<< END OF SAMPLE... (THE FULL EBOOK HAS 100132 TOTAL CHARACTERS) >>>