The Van Buren press., 1903-07-25
A Discord in
a Flat
By HARLE oREN CUNMINS
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Copyright, 1903, by Daily story Pub. Col
Mrs. Edith Hornung "a h;ghly-strung
| womsH)
Mr.. Jack HornunE Dust an average NAM
| Mrs. Medlar "a sympathetic friend 0,sr
| tuned LITTLE above concerto
Scene-A non-housekoepirg fiat uptown.
Time-Nearly nine a N.
A FEW HARMONICS.
The Average Man (buttoning up
his overcoaD-"Well, dear, must be
off. Its the first of the month. you
know, and there is lots to do at the
office.
The Highly-Strung Woman Gender
| ly)-Poor old Jackets. Has to work
like slave all day so his little wife
can wear the latest things in fou-
| lards.
The A. M.-Oh, by the way, ! have
comps. for the Hollis tonight. Would
you like to go?
The II. ;. W.-Would ! like TO go!
| Why, you dear boy, | should say
would. That's where Held is playing
and I've just been dying to see if
those fifteen hundred dollar dresses
of hers are real or not.
The 4. M.-Don't plan too much on
it, for ] may not get the tickets.
There's an awful rush for seats and
the specs" have bought up almost
everything, If l do get them III be
home early and wen &c over TO the
Somerset TO dinner. cole kisses her
and starts for the elevator. She fol-
lows him.)
The H. s. W.-Iiow perfectly love
ly! But Jackets, dear, who's going
to give you the comps? You haven't
any friends on the stage, have you?
The \. M-Oh, I've lots of friends
you've never heard about. Good-by,
dear ClIe enters the elevator and dis
appears. The Highly-Strung Woman
sits down and begins wondering if
Jack means what he said and if he
really has a lot Of friends on the
stage,)
THE DISCORD.
Late afternoon. The ighly-Strung
Woman in the sitting room of the
uptown fat reading the latest novel.
The Average Man enters.
Mrs. H.-Back so soon, dear, and
its hardly five o'clock. Oh, did you
get the tickets?
Mr.. H.-les, there they are, Hands
her a small theatrical envelope)
Mrs. II, Gearing open envelope and
examining Htubs) s)-What luck! We're
way down in D. Now I'll find out if
they are $1,000 dresses or not. You'll
have to promise me, Jack, not to
make goo-goo eyes at any of the
chorus girls, for Wen be almost in
the bald-hcadcd row.
Mr. H.-You seem to forget that
| I'm out Of college now, and that
| have become a sedate old married
man Of twenty-nine. Whew, but I'm
tired. (Throws himself down on the
couch; she picks up the pass which
accompanies the stubs)
Mrs. II. (rtadiug aloud)-On ac-
count Of Kit, Who on earth is this
Kitty, Jack?
Mr.. II. foolishly trying to joke
with a highly-struug woman)-Why,
that's one of the forty.thousand-dol-
lar chorus girls. used to know her
before ! met you-and reformed
Mrs. II, (cycitedly)-You don't
mean it, Jack, do you? You don't
know any Of those horrid creatures? /?
Tell me you were just trying to
| plague me,
Mr.. H. (soothingly)-Of course |
was only joking, Don't get so ex-
cited, my dear You fy up like n
skyrockot ! never knew any chorus
girls,
Mrs, H,-You did too Mrs. Medlar
told me so the other day, and she
knew you before you ever heard Of
me, She says you used 20 be a rcgu-
lar roundcr, Jack.
Mr., II, (energctcally)-Darn Mrs.
Mcdlar and her continued medding.
| If any woman was ever well named
It's she,
Mrs, H,--Now don't get proranc,
Jack There's no need Of losing your
temper about It, I'm beginning 20
believe you do know some girl in the
troup, and that's where you got
those complmentnrics,
Mr., II, Gmpaticntly)-I told you !
was only foolmg, Besides, chorus
girls don't have tickets TO give away,
They never give anything away But
believe whatever that gossiping old
hen tells YOU don't know that it
makes much difference
Mrs, II, CON the verge of tcnrs)--
Why Jack, how can you say such
horrid things TO me. OF course It
makes all the difference in the world,
YOU know II ! really did believe II
I'd 20 back to mother tomorrow,
Mr. II, thoroughly cSaspcratcd)
We'll, that would be plcasouter for
mc than having mother in law come
! here,
Crhc llighlNStmng Woman begins
TO weep, At the same time The maid
ushcrs in Mrs Mcdlur who has run
In from the fla, bcIoW)
Mrs, H. Emily
Mr., II on, lladcs,
Mrs, M,#WhS Edith, what on
! earth
Mrs, H. (tcnrfully) jacks been
cross TO me oRnin, thutt all sup.
pose ought to get used to IT, but !
can't
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