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SCENE—_A corner in lower New York, at the edge of a colored district. Three narrow streets converge. A triangular building in the rear, red brick, four-storied, its ground floor...

SCENE—_The same corner. Nine years have passed. It is again late Spring at a time in the evening which immediately follows the hour of_ SCENE ONE. _Nothing has changed much. One...

SCENE—_The same corner five years later. Nothing has changed much. It is a night in Spring. The arc-lamp discovers faces with a favorless cruelty. The street noises are the same...

SCENE—_Some weeks or so later. A street in the same ward in front of an old brick church. The church sets back from the sidewalk in a yard enclosed by a rusty iron railing with...

SCENE—_Two years later. A flat of the better sort in the Negro district near the corner of Act One. This is the parlor. Its furniture is a queer clash. The old pieces are cheapl...

SCENE—_The same. Six months later. It is evening. The walls of the room appear shrunken in, the ceiling lowered, so that the furniture, the portrait, the mask look unnaturally l...

SCENE—_The same, six months later. The sun has just gone down. The Spring twilight sheds a vague, gray light about the room, picking out the Congo mask on the stand by the windo...

SCENE—_The Capes’ studio apartment on Fifty-ninth Street, New York City—a large room with a high ceiling. In the rear there is a balcony with a stairway at center leading down t...

SCENE—_Library of_ JOHN DARNTON’S _home in Connecticut, an hour or so from the city. The room is spacious, furnished in excellent taste. The rear wall is lined with bookshelves....

SCENE—_A dingy bedroom in a Sixth Avenue “bed house.” In the rear, center, a door leading into the hall. A chair to left of door. In the left corner, a washstand with bowl, pitc...

SCENE—_Same as Act One, the_ CAPES’ _apartment, about five o’clock the same morning. The door to the hall is still open, the reading lamp alight, everything exactly as at the cl...