Omaha daily bee., 1892-03-18
HOW THE COP WAS FOOLED.
Story of Novel Advertising Fake of II
Theatrical Manager.

story of Novel Advertising Fake of II
Theatrical Manager.
1t is not often that "lady in black"
eXcites more than passing attention
from those who meet her daily. The
emblem of widowhood has become so
ordinary us q matter OF fact nowadays
thrt there is nothing LETT for the OBJ
server except to follow the furro wed
lines where it is supposed "thc tears
have courscd unseen"
But there are two "alleged" widows
in town whose presence and mission
here are the outcome of the cultured
brain of II theatrical manager. They are
young and handsome and of the kind
that would draw sympathy even from a
modern bachelor. Dressed in the black
est of heavy black crepe, with wells
streaming TO their feet, they went from
house to house yesterday afternoon.
Their appearances attracted the
attention of several people pass
ing eitheir way and in short
time throng of curiosity
seekers had gathered around the
widows" as they left each house. They
did not look like nuns. or sisters of char
ity, consequently the crowd were at II
loss to understand whom the remarkable
pair were. Out they came and in they
went The crowd grew larger, until at
length one of those public benefactors"
known as u police officer thought he
would investigate for himself the mys-
terious depths of tho mysterious pairs
individuality. a feeling of awe seemed
to come over him for a moment, and the
heavy beating of his breast seemed to
tell him and those who saw 1t that he
had "A duty TO perform in the interest Of
the commonwealth. He suddenly be-
came imbued with an idea-strangc,
wasn't it?-an idea that the modest APP
pearing "ladies in black" were impostors
and passing themselves off as members
of some religious institution. The great
and lcvel-headed officer thought again,
and finally made up his mind that he
had surmsed Alright He told few of
the onlookers what he thought, and of
course they agreed with him. How fool
ish of them not to have guessed. Great
man, that officer; will be in congress
some day"
Gu, the widows came again and into
the next house. Now was the officers
chance. He darted up the steps and
pulled the doorbell of the house from
which the mourners bad just made their
exit.
II must see your mistress at once" he
said to the gentle maiden who opened
the door,
Mamma isn't at home, sir" an
swered the sweet faced daughter of
Venus, as she started with fright at
the glittering shield that dangled on
his breast, which periodically throbbed
and swelled with official dignity.
did you see those ladies who just
left here?" Queried the great man of
pomp and regality.
"Yes, SIR" replied the maiden.
"What did they want?" he beloved
in barbaric resonant.
"Why. they merely left this for
mamma" replied the silvery toned grad
uate of sweet II.
81 thought so. thought so' he
cried as he snatched neatly folded
circular from the young lady's hand.
Some fake, of course. Some church
impostors working the same old racket
on Il huge scale.
BY this time he had opened the little
folder. He scanned the front page with
horrible expectancy, thinking to find
an engraving of a church or other re-
ligious editice. But he didn't. He
read aloud, Don't fail to see Charles
Frohman's comedians in William Gil
let,e's latest and greatest triumph.
Mr.. Wiikinson's Widows At Boyd IS
new theater, Monday, Tuesday, Wednes-
day matinee and night, March q, %
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