Lively plays for live people

by Thomas S. Denison

Herb. Rachel always has money.

Flo. But it is all in the savings bank. She deposited to day.

Herb. I’ll wait till to-morrow.

Flo. No, no, you must not wait till to-morrow. You must go to-night.

Herb. (Bitter feeling returning.) But why are you all so anxious to get rid of me. I’ll go soon enough.

Flo. I can’t tell you! Papa—

Herb. (Starting.) I remember now. (Bitterly.) Prison! He threatened me. No, there is no place here for me.

Flo. There is no way but the jewels. Papa gave me a necklace.

Herb. Never! I’ll never touch his money after that threat. I’ll tramp first. Perhaps he’d like to have his son a tramp. Perhaps the people of this town would like to see me further disgraced, curse them.