The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1921-11-13
"Betsyl My Cod-Its Betsy!"

Betsy! MY Ood-les betsyv
MRS. GARDE fsrdtrerentlv. tits
not mine. I read It somewhere.
(Mopes nearer to coHch.) Poor
chap! do wish we might do
something for him.
GARDE-I,ooks rather as though It
would have to be the undertaken.
II probably makes no difference
to any one In the world whether
he lives or dies. Unless a tramp
has dog there's not likely to be
q mourner AZ his funeral. Wish
I knew, though. why he was in
such a hurry to go out. Hungry
and cold, no doubt, hDt there's
usually sor,sehing more.
MRS. GARDE bitterly )-And for
ron It is nothing but literary ma
terial
GARDE fcdlrtly) - Sure thing.
Story stuff. But don't be-
i'sre there was much worth
while in this fellows life yarn.
Looks like common-or-garden
down-an,l-out; bum, as Mrs.
Meggs euphoniously expressed X
(Attempts TO more QNilt atody'
from face OF Dorcnne; the latter
jerks Il back, frrttdblyJ Well.
you're alive enough, old boy.
(Bcnds opcr Dorenne.)
DORENNE-why the devil can't
die In peace? Who aske6 you to
haulsme In here and keep me
alive?
What's your hurry, old
man!
DORENNE-Are you a damned pill
chaser? So - - -
GARDE-Sorry. I'm not. II there
is anything l can do for you
DORENNE OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES
not preacher =. .s...
GARDE-Not a preacher.
DORENNE-Got o drink about you?
I'm cold-cold.
GARDE-No. haven't. II wouldn't
be good for you, anyhow.
DORENNE-Go to the devil!
GARDE (shrngging has shoulders
After you! (Once more earns
his hands at stove
MRS CARDE ignores TO head Of
couch; looks do,cn at Dorcune
pitWngly lis there anyone You
would like TO send message to!
DORENNE pushes qHiN back from
face: looks up at Mrs. Gdrdc in
stnrtl,d Donder) - Betsy! My
Gott It's Betsy! Mrs Garde
starts piolentIy: 0Idnces nervous
IN OF Chester Gdrde. Latter turns
quickly Mrs. Gorde steps back
from conch.)
GARDE-Betsy, Who the devil?
DORENNE-Come nearer, Betsy.
I can't see we'll any more. Come
here, darling. Come!
MRS. GARDE (spedking rapidly,
little breothiessly.) He must
take me for some one he has
known
GARDE (drylp.J-Evide
(Drd,Us nearer to couch. listening
intenfW. Mrs. Gdde stands By
table and fingers magazines. nerp-
0UslyJ
DORENNE fspeaks slo,oly, ,oith ar.
tcnltU)-It's the end. Betsy. the
end. Drink and the devil and
you, Betsy, and now a fourth and
that's Death.
GARDE takes out notebook and \
trrifeS, speaking sotto-rOce Uhile
Dorennc mores resflesslv and
picbs NJ guilt. Mot bad. that
Drink and the devil and you.
Betsy. and now q fourth and
that's Death" Holds notebook |
ready for serpice.)
DORENNE (peakly, slo,olu bus
persistentiU) - Remember the !
Three Pines, Betsy? Not far from
here: tried to get there for the
finish: too much snow; never
dreamed you'd be here. (Stdrts
M You are here! swear you
are here. Turns head from side
to side.) Here and I can't see
you. can't touch you. You're here I
and you won't come to me. Same |
little coward; always afraid
afraid. God! II only could
take you with me,
MRS. GARDE (moues restlesslv |
orer toiodrd stairs; speaks In lo,o
voice. Lets go upstairs, dear. |
Pm frightfully tired.
GARDE-wait till you've had
something to eat; coffee'll be
here in a moment. Writes In |
dustriomsly IN notebook
DORENNE-Come before 1t gets