Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-07-14
A DiScord in
 a Flat
By HARLE oREN cUnm1Ns


 Copyright. 1908. by Daily Story Pub. Col Mrs. Edith Hornung GA highly-strung woman) MT. Jack Hornung Gust an average man.) Mrs. Medlar GA sympathetic friend. also auned a little above eoncert.)
 Scene-A non-housekeepingf fiat uptown. Ttme-Nearly nine a. m
 A FEW HARMONICS. "/ The Average Man (buttoning up his overcoat)--"Well,d dear, I 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 H. s. W.-WouId I like to go! Why, you dear boy, should say I 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 A. M-Don't plan too much on it, for l may not get the tickets. There's an awful rush for seats and the specs have bought up almost everything. If do get them I'll be home early and we'll go over to the Somerset to dinner. (CHe kisses her and starts for the elevator. She fol- lows hin.)
 The H. s. W.-How perfectly love- 1yl But Jackets, dear, who's going to give you the comps? You haven't any friends on the stage, have you2 The A. M.-Oh. I've lots of friends } you've never heard about. Good-by, dear. Gle 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 lot of friends on the Stage.)
 THE DISCoRD.
 Late afternoon. The Highly-Strung Woman in the sitting room of the uptown flat 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?
 MT. H.-Yes, there they are. (Hands her a small theatrical envelope.)
 Mrs. H. Clearing open envelope and examining stubs)-What lucki We're way down in D. Now I'll find out ii they are $1, 1,500 dresses or not. You'll have to promise me, Jack, not tc make goo-goo eyes at any of the chorus girls, for we'll be almost ir the ba1d-headed row.
 Mir. H.-You seem to forget that I'm out of college now, and that have become sedate old married man of twenty-nine. Whew! but Tn tired lThrows himself down on the couch; she picks up the pass which accompanies the stubs.)
 Mrs. H. (reading a1oud)-On ac count of Kit. Who on earth is this Kitty, Jack?
 MT. H. (foolishIy trying to joke with highly-strung man)-Why that's one of the forty-thousand-dol lar chorus girls. I used to know he1 before I met you-and reformed.
 Mrs. H. (excitedly)-You donr mean it, Jack, do you? You don'1 know any of those horrid creatures 'A @AA An0~ Jou WCAC JuSb OA AJAhS bS plague me.
 MT. H. (soothingly)-Of course was only joking. Don't get 50 ex cited, my dear. You fly up like { skyrocket. I never knew any choru. girls.
 Mrs. H.-You did too. Mrs. Medlal told me so the other day, and sh. knew you before you ever heard O: me. She says you used to be regu lar rounder, Jack.
 MT. H. (energetically) Mrs Medlar and her continued medd1ins If any woman was ever we'll named its she.
 Mrs. H.--Now don't get profane Jack. There's no need of losing you temper about it. I'm beginning t. believe you do know some girl in th troup, and that's where you go those complimentaries.
 MT. H. Gmpatiently)- told you was only fooling. Besides, choru girls don't have tickets to give away They never give anything away. Blu believe whatever that gossiping ol hen tells you. I don't know that i makes much difference.
 Mrs. H. Con the verge of tears)- Why, Jack, how can you say sucl hQrrid things so me. Of course ]