Priscilla is all flustered when she receives word that a long-lost lover is coming to claim her. She is somewhat of an antique, but she has always kept alive the spark of maidenly love, which is ready to burst forth into a consuming flame. Time is precious. She cannot lose a chance and hastens to a beauty parlor to acquire a few touches of the bloom of youth. During her absence a burglar, a regular “tough mug,” enters her home and holds up the maid. When Priscilla returns she mistakes him for her long-lost lover. She embraces him and orders the maid from the room, that she may nestle on his breast and listen to the cooings of his responsive heart. The poor fellow tries to escape from her demonstrations, but she holds onto the skirts of his garment and will not let him go. Her old sweetheart arrives and makes himself known. Priscilla hesitates, while the words of the immortal bard pass through her mind: “How happy could I be with either, were t’other dear charmer away!” During this lull in the proceedings the burglar beats it through the open window and “hikes it for the tall pines.” Priscilla gets a strangle hold on her arrived lover and assures him that it was all a horrible or pardonable mistake. “The other man was so handsome, I thought it must be you!”