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Fitch, Clyde, 1865-1909

"The Climbers A Play in Four Acts"


STERLING. Oh, it's nothing, thank you.
RUTH. If we can do anything, let us know.
STERLING. [_Overwhelmed with shame, bows his head._] Thank you.
[_The women go out Right. At the same moment_ DR. STEINHART _is shown in
by_ LEONARD _Left._
DR. STEINHART. Good morning, Sterling.
STERLING. Good morning, doctor; sit down.
DR. STEINHART. No, thanks, I'm very rushed this morning. What can I do
for you?
STERLING. I've been drinking too much for some time; I can't eat--my
nerves are all gone to pieces. I've some--some business troubles, and I
haven't slept for a week.
DR. STEINHART. Is that all! Brace up, help yourself a little, and we can
soon make a man of you.
STERLING. I'm afraid it would take more than a doctor to do that.
DR. STEINHART. Oh, come, we must get rid of melancholy. Come and drive
with me to 79th Street.
STERLING. No, I'm too worn out. Look at my hand! [_Holds out a trembling
hand._] I tell you literally I haven't slept for weeks--I thought you'd
give me some chloral or something.
DR. STEINHART. What? Now?
STERLING. Yes; I've tried sulphonal and all that rot; if doesn't have
any effect on me. Give me a hypodermic--
DR. STEINHART. Nonsense! Come out into the air!
STERLING. I've _been_ out.


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