Best broadcasts of 1938-39 (1939)

Page scan 000281 from Best broadcasts of 1938-39

Record Details:

Title:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Date:
1939
Publisher:
New York : Whittlesey House
Volume:
Best broadcasts of 1938-39
Leaf #:
000281
Language:
English
Collection:
Books and Broadcasting & Recorded Sound
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Date Added:
May 30, 2024
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THE LIGHTHOUSE KEEPERS Brehan. — All right, then. Just a little, and drink it very slowly. Just sip it. Sound. — Water poured out of pitcher. Brehan. — Here. Yvon. — Oh, thank you . . . I . . . I . . . (Sudden alarm) Father, father. . . . Brehan. — Comment? Yvon. — What can it be ? I’m so thirsty, but I ... I can’t drink. The sight of it, of the water in this cannister . . . horrifies me. Brehan. — Better leave it alone then. It’s fever. You’ll be able to drink later on. Yvon. — Yes, perhaps. Later on. But the sight of it makes me sick. Take it away. Brehan. — That’s your fever. . . . Here, Yvon, come over on the couch and lie down awhile. And let me cover you up. Yvon. — No, I don’t want to be covered. I’m too hot. Brehan. — You do what I say. There now. That’s better. (Pause) Yvon. Why are you staring at me so? Yvon. — Listen, father ... I have to tell you something . . . I can’t keep it to myself. Brehan. — You tell me. Tell your father, mon enfant. What is it? Yvon. — It’s about what we . . . what I . . . Brehan. — Go on. Don’t be afraid to tell me. Yvon. — The other day . . . over at Cousin Santee’s . . . Brehan. — Yes, at Cousin Santee’s. I remember. What about it? Yvon. — Santee’s dog . . . that big hunter . . . Brehan. — Yes, I know. A fine animal. It was too bad they had to kill him. Yvon. — (Starts) Had to kill. So . . . they did have to kill him. Had to kill him because he was mad ! 257