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Read Ebook: The Torch-Bearers: A Satirical Comedy in Three Acts by Kelly George Macgowan Kenneth Author Of Introduction Etc
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Ebook has 1280 lines and 29217 words, and 26 pages
JENNY. Why, I think it's a tragedy, from what I gather.
RITTER. Did you see it, Jenny?
RITTER. How did Mrs. Ritter get into it?
JENNY. Why, I think somebody died, Mr. Ritter, if I'm not mistaken.
MRS. R. Fred Ritter! don't tell me that's you down there!
RITTER. No, I'm still out in Chicago!
MRS. R. Is it, Jenny?
JENNY. Yes, mam, I was just comin' to tell you.
RITTER. How is the old kid!
MRS. R. I thought you wouldn't be back till the first!
RITTER. Why, that Cincinnati thing's been postponed till after Thanksgiving.
MRS. R. Well, why didn't you wire or something?
RITTER. I was afraid of giving you a shock.
MRS. R. Oh, Jenny!
RITTER. You're such a frail little flower.
MRS. R. Now stop, Fred! I've really lost a lot since you went away.
RITTER. How do you know?
MRS. R. Why, my dear, I can tell by my clothes. Jenny, will you get me a glass of water, please.
JENNY. Yes, mam.
RITTER. You're not going to faint, are you?
MRS. R. No, I'm not.
RITTER. Any mail here for me?
MRS. R. Not a single thing, Fred; I sent everything right on to Chicago as soon as it came: there must be several letters there for you now.
RITTER. I'll get them all right. How have you been treating yourself while I've been away?
MRS. R. All right; only I'm glad to see you back.
RITTER. Kiss me.
MRS. R. The house seemed awfully lonesome.
RITTER. Kiss me.
MRS. R. Crazy thing. Did you have anything to eat, Fred?
RITTER. Yes, I ate on the train. What's this Jenny was saying? Something about a show you're in?
MRS. R. Oh,-- did she tell you?
RITTER. I wondered what had happened to the furniture when I came in.
MRS. R. Yes, there's a rehearsal here tonight. We have it every Tuesday and Thursday. Of course, it's just to run over the lines, because we've done it already at the Civic Club on the fourteenth. And, my dear, it was perfectly marvelous.
RITTER. What kind of a show is it?
MRS. R. Well now, wait till I tell you-- Oh, thanks, Jenny. Jenny, will you go to the top of the stairs and see if I left the lights burning in my room.
JENNY. Yes, mam.
MRS. RITTER. I think I did.
JENNY. Do you want that suit-case taken up, Mr. Ritter?
RITTER. Yes, you can take it up if you will, Jenny, thanks.
MRS. RITTER. You know, I wrote you about poor Jimmy Sheppard--
RITTER. Yes, what was that, had he been sick?
MRS. RITTER. Who,--Mr. Sheppard?
RITTER. Yes.
RITTER. Had he ever seen her act?
RITTER. No, I wasn't there.
MRS. R. Oh, weren't you! I thought you were.
RITTER. No.
MRS. R. There are matches there on that little table there, Fred.
RITTER. I have some here.
MRS. R. Oh, Jenny!
JENNY. Yes, mam?
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