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Fitch, Clyde, 1865-1909

"The Climbers A Play in Four Acts"

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RUTH. I'm glad you're spared this. [_With a long-drawn breath she places
the photograph back upon the table and turns to greet_ BLANCHE, _who
comes in Right._] Good morning, my dear.
[_She kisses her._
BLANCHE. Good morning. You've had my note? [RUTH _nods._] Thank you. I
wanted to see you before I saw any one else. You must help me decide,
only _you_ can.
RUTH. Have you seen your husband this morning?
BLANCHE. No. He sent word he was feeling ill, but would like to see me
when I was willing.
RUTH. And you?
[_They sit near each other._
BLANCHE. I don't want to talk with him till I see more clearly what I am
going to do.
RUTH. Mr. Warden told me last night all that happened at "The
Hermitage." But on your ride home with Dick?
BLANCHE. We never spoke. [_She rises._] Aunt Ruth, I am going to leave
him.
RUTH. [_Rising._] No!
BLANCHE. [_Walking up and down._] Why not? _Everybody_ does.
RUTH. [_Going to her._] That's just it. _Be somebody!_ Don't do the
easy, weak thing. Be strong; be an example to other women. Heaven knows
it's time they had one!
[MRS. HUNTER _enters Right._ BLANCHE _meets her._
MRS. HUNTER. Good morning, my poor dear.
[_Going to kiss_ BLANCHE.
BLANCHE. [_Taking_ MRS. HUNTER'S _hand and not kissing her.


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