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    The Man from Home
    The Man from Home
    The Man from Home
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    The Man from Home

    By Booth Tarkington

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    Booth Tarkington was a Pulitzer Prize winning American author best known for writing historical novels such as The Magnificent Ambersons and Alice Adams.  Many of Tarkington’s books are set in fictional towns in the Midwest near the turn of the 20th century.  This edition of The Man from Home includes a table of contents.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCharles River Editors
    Release dateMar 22, 2018
    ISBN9781508085409
    The Man from Home
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    Booth Tarkington

    Booth Tarkington (1869–1946) was an American novelist and playwright. Tarkington won the Pulitzer Prize in 1919 for the novel The Magnificent Ambersons and again in 1922 for Alice Adams. He is one of only three authors to have been awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction more than once. Though Tarkington was educated at Princeton University, his works are strongly grounded in his native Indiana. 

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      The Man from Home - Booth Tarkington

      THE MAN FROM HOME

      ..................

      Booth Tarkington

      KYPROS PRESS

      Thank you for reading. In the event that you appreciate this book, please consider sharing the good word(s) by leaving a review, or connect with the author.

      This book is a work of fiction; its contents are wholly imagined.

      All rights reserved. Aside from brief quotations for media coverage and reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any form without the author’s permission. Thank you for supporting authors and a diverse, creative culture by purchasing this book and complying with copyright laws.

      Copyright © 2015 by Booth Tarkington

      Interior design by Pronoun

      Distribution by Pronoun

      TABLE OF CONTENTS

      The Man from Home

      CHARACTERS

      THE SECOND ACT

      THE THIRD ACT

      THE FOURTH ACT

      THE MAN FROM HOME

      ..................

      CHARACTERS

      ..................

      MEN

      DANIEL VOORHEES PIKE

      Of Kokomo, Indiana

      THE GRAND-DUKE VASILI VASILIVITCH

      THE EARL OF HAWCASTLE

      THE HON. ALMERIC ST. AUBYN

      Son of Lord Hawcastle

      IVANOFF

      HORACE GRANGER-SIMPSON

      RIBIERE

      The Grand-Duke’s secretary

      MARIANO

      Maître d’hôtel

      MICHELE

      A waiter

      Two carabiniere

      A valet de chambre

      Several Sorrentine musicians and fishermen

      WOMEN

      ETHEL GRANGER-SIMPSON

      COMTESSE DE CHAMPIGNY

      LADY CREECH

      Sister-in-law of Hawcastle

      THE FIRST ACT

      ..................

      SCENE: The terrace of the Hotel Regina Margherita, on the cliff at Sorrento, overlooking the Bay of Naples.

      There is a view of the bay and its semi-circular coast-line, dotted with villages; Vesuvius gray in the distance. Across the stage at the rear runs a marble balustrade about three feet high, guarding the edge of the cliff. Upon the left is seen part of one wing of the hotel, entrance to which is afforded by wide-open double doors approached by four or five marble steps with a railing and small stoop. The hotel is of pink and white stucco, and striped awnings shield the windows. Upon the right is a lemon grove and shrubberies. There are two or three small white wicker tea-tables and a number of wicker chairs upon the left, and a square table laid with white cloth on the right.

      As the curtain rises mandolins and guitars are heard, and the Fisherman’s Song, the time very rapid and gay, the musicians being unseen.

      MARIANO, maître d’hôtel, is discovered laying the table down R.C. with eggs, coffee, and rolls for two. He is a pleasant-faced, elderly man, stout, swarthy, clean shaven; wears dress-clothes, white waist-coat, and black tie. He is annoyed by the music.

      MARIANO

      [calling to the unseen musicians crossly]

      Silenzio!

      [MICHELE enters from the hotel. He is young, clean-shaven except for a dark mustache, wears a white tie, a blue coat, cut like dress-coat, blue trousers with red side stripes, brass buttons; his waistcoat is of striped red and blue.]

      MICHELE

      [speaking over his shoulder]

      Par ici, Monsieur Ribiere, pour le maître d’hôtel.

      [RIBIERE enters from the hotel.]

      [MICHELE immediately withdraws.]

      [RIBIERE is a trim, business-like young Frenchman of some distinction of appearance. He wears a well-made English dark cutaway walking-suit, a derby hat, and carries a handsome leather writing-case under his arm.]

      RIBIERE

      [as he enters]

      Ah, Mariano!

      MARIANO

      [bowing and greeting him gayly]

      Monsieur Ribiere! J’espère que vous êtes—

      [He breaks off, turns on his heel toward the invisible musicians, and shouts.]

      Silenzio!

      [He turns again quickly to RIBIERE.]

      RIBIERE

      [with a warning glance toward hotel]

      Let us speak English. There are not so many who understand.

      MARIANO

      [politely]

      I hope Monsieur still occupy the exalt’ position of secretar’ to Monseigneur the Grand-Duke.

      RIBIERE

      [sits and opens writing-case, answers gravely]

      We will not mention the name or rank of my employer.

      MARIANO

      [with gesture and accent of despair]

      Again incognito! Every year he come to our hotel for two, three day, but always incognito.

      [He finishes setting the table.]

      We lose the honor to have it known.

      RIBIERE

      [looking at his watch]

      He comes in his automobile from Naples. Everything is to be as on my employer’s former visits—strictly incognito. It is understood every one shall address him as Herr von Gröllerhagen—

      MARIANO

      [repeating the name carefully]

      Herr von Gröllerhagen—

      RIBIERE

      He wishes to be thought a German.

      [Takes a note-book from case.]

      MARIANO

      Such a man! of caprice? Excentrique? Ha!

      RIBIERE

      You have said it. Last night he talked by chance to a singular North American in the hotel at Napoli. To-day he has that stranger for companion in the automobile. I remonstrate. What use? He laugh for half an hour!

      MARIANO

      He is not like those cousin of his at St. Petersburg an’ Moscowa. An’ yet though Monseigneur is so good an’ generoso, will not the anarchist strike against the name of royalty himself? You have not the fear?

      RIBIERE

      [opening his note-book]

      I have. He has not. I take what precaution I can secretly from him. You have few guests?

      MARIANO

      [smiling]

      It is so early in the season. Those poor musician’

      [nodding off right]

      they wait always at every gate, to play when they see any one coming. There is only seex peoples in the ‘ole house! All of one party.

      RIBIERE

      Good! Who are they?

      MARIANO

      There is Milor’, an English Excellency—the Earl of Hawcastle; there is his son, the Excellency Honorabile Almeric St. Aubyn; there is Miladi Creeshe, an English Miladi who is sister-in-law to Milor’ Hawcastle.

      RIBIERE

      [taking notes]

      Three English.

      MARIANO

      There is an American Signorina, Mees Granger-Seempsone. Miladi Creeshe travel with her to be chaperone.

      [Enthusiastically.]

      She is young, generosa, she give money to every one, she is multa bella, so pretty, weeth charm—

      RIBIERE

      [puzzled]

      You speak now of Lady Creeshe?

      MARIANO

      [taken aback]

      Oh no, no, no! Miladi Creeshe is ol’ lady

      [tapping his ears]

      Not hear well. Deaf. No pourboires. Nothing. I speak of the young American lady, Mees Granger-Seempsone who the English Honorabile son of Milor’ Hawcastle wish to espouse, I think.

      RIBIERE

      Who else is there?

      MARIANO

      There is the brother of Mees Granger-Seempsone, a young gentleman of North America. He make the eyes

      [laughing]

      all day at another lady who is of the party, a French lady, Comtesse de Champigny. Ha, ha! That amuse’ me!

      RIBIERE

      Why?

      MARIANO

      Beckoss I think Comtesse de Champigny is a such good friend of the ol’ English Milor’ Hawcastle. A maître d’hôtel see many things, an’ I think Milor’ Hawcastle and Madame de Champigny have know each other from long, perhaps. This déjeuner is for them.

      RIBIERE

      And who else?

      MARIANO

      It is all.

      RIBIERE

      Good! no Russians?

      MARIANO

      I think Milor’ Hawcastle and Madame de Champigny have been in Russia sometime.

      RIBIERE

      [putting his note-book in his pocket]

      Why?

      MARIANO

      Beckoss once I have hear them spik Russian togezzer.

      RIBIERE

      I think there is small chance that they recognize my employer. His portrait is little known.

      MARIANO

      And this North American who come in the automobile—does he know who he travel wiz? Does he know his Highness?

      RIBIERE

      No more than the baby which is not borned.

      MARIANO

      [lifting his eyes to heaven]

      Ah!

      RIBIERE

      [looking at his watch]

      Set déjeuner on the terrace instantly when he arrive: a perch, petit pois, iced figs, tea. I will send his own caviar and vodka from the supplies I carry.

      MARIANO

      I set for one?

      RIBIERE

      For two. He desires that the North American breakfast with him. Do not forget that the incognito is to be absolute.

      [Exit into hotel.]

      MARIANO

      Va bene, Signore!

      [Puts finishing-touches to the table.]

      [Enter from the grove, LORD HAWCASTLE. He is a well-preserved man of fifty-six with close-clipped gray mustache and gray hair; his eyes are quick and shrewd; his face shows some slight traces of high living; he carries himself well and his general air is distinguished and high-bred. He wears a suit of thinly striped white flannel and white shoes, a four-in-hand tie of pale old-rose crape, a

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