The mirror., 1923-08-02
THE FIGURE IN BRONZE
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always alert of eye, nodded toward his
left and remarked, "Here comes our mys-
terry lady,"
Feegan turned to look, and saw Miss
True coming toward them, in company
with middle-aged man who seemed to
hang upon her words with evident inter-
est
"By golly! Every time see that wo-
man, I get the creeps! Wonder who's
the guy she's got in tow now?" commented
Feegan.
"Nonsense Pat! You're bit supersti-
tious for a policeman if you allow that
incident to upset you. Why it was a
strange case, of course, but then three
months have passed since the figure van
ished from the tower, and nothing un-
canny or suspicious has attracted our at
tention to her since although we have
had her under surveillance until lately.
That guy with her is Mike Finch. Used
to be tough old bird, and she got him
coralled while ago, when he came back
from two years sojourn cup the river"
"The deuce you say!" calculated Feegan.
"Yep! seems to have turned over new
leaf-gone to work-saves his money-cut
out the booze and rough stuf-and to cap
the climax, Joined the Salvation Army.
. He yells like bowling dervisher in their
"open air." and beats the drum like trip
hammer"
Murphy paused as the pair under dis
cussion passed by, and Justice bowed to the
policeman while Finch dotted his hat and
smiled. Murphy and Feegan raised their
hats in return, and the latter remarked,
$50 Finch is beating the drum now, eh?
Well-it's better than beating somebody's
head in the dark anyhow"
Murphy grinned and pulled down his
slouch hat. "Yep,-wish all them birds
would do the same thing. 1t would make
lot less work for us, by gosh." Here he
paused again and looked intently across
the street. "See that guy over there with
a suit case? Guess I'll run along and see
where he's. headed. So-long, Pat!"-
"Good luck Tim," replied Feegan, and
the men parted.
After passing the officers, Miss True and
her companion continued on down the
street and over the bridge onto the East
Side, where most of Miss True's work
among the poor and unfortunate was done.
Finch left her as they came to the tenement
where he now worked as janitor, but Miss
True passed on until she came to another
apartment house, if such a designation
could be justly applied to it. Upon the
street floor there was a collection of Jew
secondhand clothing stores, one of which
also aspired to be confectionery and to-
bacco shop. Upon its unwashed display
window, appeared the sign
ISAAC ABRAHAM
SECONDHAND Goops AND CIGARS
The other stores were not as aristocratic
as was Isaac's place, for they contented
themselves by having numerous coat
hangers dangling about their store fronts,
bearing clothing in all stages of delapida-
tion, and which was sure to attract atten-
tion, especially when the wind blew, for
divers trousers legs were quite apt to
swish their tattered length across the face
of any luckless pedestrian who chanced to
be passing But to make doubly sure that
no prospective patron should escape the
many bargains" offered, there was always
posted outside a lusty- lunged hawker,
who, while proclaiming the wondrons
bargains to be found inside, tugged at your
coat-sleeve assiduously. So earnest was
he in his efforts to serve, that one could
well imagine him dragging customer in
by the scuff of the neck if he considered it
necessary.
Between the stores of Abraham and his
business rivals was a small cobbler shop