Love, the tenderest of passions, is said by the poets when unrequited to lead a man, especially a very young man, to do the most desperate deeds, and this is the story of a youth who, when broken-hearted, could try no remedy save in departure from a world of where she was the only light. But Dame Fortune takes a hand in the story and refuses to let him off so easily. After the girl, the only girl, laughs at his love making, and after his desperate resolve, we see him try successively all the most approved methods for separating himself from his body and his life; and each time, through some trick of the fickle Dame, he is thwarted and cast again upon the shores of despair. His revolver is stolen by a small boy; the water in the river is too shallow; her tintype over his heart turns aside the knife blade and breaks if off short, and the limb of the tree to which he would fasten the rope falls down upon him. Finally he hies him to a hotel, pays his last dollar for a room, stops up the cracks and turns on the gas. But the audience knows what he doesn’t, that repairs are underway at the hotel and the gas is shut off, and so they know that he is in no danger, and when the door is broken in and the girl who has found evidence of his dreadful design appears, followed by all of the employees of the hotel, we can smile with him and be glad that “Fortune’s Fool” wins out in the end.