New-York tribune., 1891-12-24
rfpoRTANT SUIT IN MINNEAPOLIS.

1t must be admitted that usually there Ism
enough left of the worm which has been trodden
on to turn, despite the Shalsespeafean adage Ana
oftentimes when the worm Is physically able 70
turn he doesn't do it. Witness the most pitlful
trodden-on worm of the dust known to natural
history, the man In the theatre shut OIL by Dig
hats in front of him. lie has not only Dccn
trodden on but he has been jumped on anu
ground down and fattened out, and covered up
Tor years, still he has never turned-not unui
now. An individual specimen of him has now
not only turned, but has hired good lawyer
The eyes of the ten hundred thousand other big
hat worms in the United States are raised to
him.
1t all happened in Minneapolis, that home OF the
new and the interesting. lie Is travelling man
and his name is Bagley. Last Saturday night ne
went to the theatre The play was the we'll
known farce-comedy Of A Pot of Paint" lie
bought good orchestra seat and was ushered 1n
lie took off his wolfskin gloves, his fur cap,
his two overcoats, and so FORTH and settled him.
self for an evening of enjoyment. But as the
orchestra was finishing the overture. the man who
played the trombone being engaged In
iabbing this gymnastic instrument in and
out as if his very life depended upon it.
there came in and sat down in front Of the
happy Mr. Bagley two young women. They wore
hats of great size which Overlapped and raised up
a wall in front of the man Bagley like unto the
Great Wall of China only more Opaque. Bagley
started up with hunted look on his face and tried
10 see around, over, under, through the hats,
but to no purpose. He sank back in his seat with
q heart Of lead and dark and gloomy brow.
lie knew that the curtain had gone up, because
he could see people at either side of him looking
NJ ole baar yoicaS fh0uph they
faint and seemed to come from long way of,
for the hats almost shut out the sound as well
as the sight. There is much, very much in the
farce comedy of "A Pot of Paint which appeals
to the eye. But that night it did not appeal to
the eve Of Bagley. Sometimes he could hear
the patter of the clog dance; again tantalizing
silken swish whispered to him of the seductive
skirt dance then all was SILENT save the orchestra
and he knew that the premiere assoluta was on the
stage. But Bagley. the eclipsed, beheld
none of these things At last he
called an usher and told him that
as he (Bagey) understood it a stage performance
was being given up in front somewhere, and
asked that he be given seat where he could
see it, 81 came here he said to the usLer, in
plaintive tones to see this stage performance,
but cannot from this seat Tell me Of another
and / viii take up my wolfskin gloves, my fur
cap. my two great coats and my arctic overshoes
and go hence. There the trombone man is
again saving hard, the last act will begin in
moment Take me- up in the gallery, or out on
the roof near the ventilatOr in tine dome, or
some such place, where shall stand chance of
seeing little before it is all over" The usher
drew back proudly and refused. Bagley sat a
few minutes longer. then he gathered up his
wolfskin mittens his fur cap, his two over
coats. his arctic overshoes and his yarn
muftier and went out At the box office he asked
for his money back but the man laughed hoarsely
and slammed down the window. Bagey was
angry and determined to be the one worm to
turn. He went to the house of the best lawyer
in town, got him up out of bed, and arranged
with him to begin suit against the manager Of
the theatre in the morning, which was done.
All hail, say WE, to the great Bagley We hope
that he may win his suit. II he hasn't money
enough to carry it on, the men OF this country
will come to his rescue. It should be an honor
TO any one to be the custodian Of Bagley Fund
for the Securing of Justice.