The mirror., 1923-09-06
THE FIGURE IN BRONZE
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The women laughed as Jimmie ran
outside, and after admonishing Mrs. Oyen
to kill her "Agag" as he had suggested,
Justice arose and took her leave.
As she approached the Model theatre,
it's owner, enraged at the activity of the
Union pickets, suddenly rushed at one,
striking him a singing blow in the face.
Instantly there was riot, and score of
sympathizers rushed to battle. A wild
scene followed, during which, several
policemen entered the fray and dragged
the theatre owner away, along with two or
three working men. Mr.. Brunswick the
owner, was sorry sight. Hatless, his
coat torn to shreds, and his collar Topping
like a semaphore tagging train, while a
fast-swelling face completed the picture.
A policeman was saying to him-"Bad
business, Brunswick. Better keep your
temper-this air is inAamable."
Damned upstarts!" he retorted.
"Better keep within the law" cautioned
the officer. "You might get hurt; and they
probably would have ripped out your seats
in another minute or So"
Peace again restored, the crowd dis
persed, and the pickets resumed their
march up and down the sidewalk. Miss
True had stood aside, watching develop
ments, and presently number of women
approached the ticket window.
Suddenly Miss True's voice rang out,
'The Model theatre is unfair! Please do
not patronize! Do it for Metropolis"
Justice was as much amazed at herself
as the passing throng were surprised, but
the prospective customers turned away.
"Thank you'll" cried Justice.
AT this moment an automobile passed,
and grand appearing lady, sitting bolt
upright, raised her glass and gave Justice
a searching look, then turned haughtily
away.
"Mrs. De Pomp!" said Justice to her
self, and then laughed
The Union picket now returned, and
hearing Justice cry-"This theatre is un-
fair!" he stopped instantly, overcome with
amazement. Then he advanced, removed
his hat, and extended his hand in greeting.
Taking his hand, Justice said 81 just
couldn't see people going in there, without
raising my voice in protest"
"Thank you," he replied.
An hour later, the telephone at the
Densmore home jingled its call. Mrs.
Densmore answered, "Yes?"
ooh, Mrs. Densmore! What do you
think? I am so shocked! This afternoon,
I was riding past the Model theatre, and
/ do declare, there was Miss True-act-
ually standing there upon the sidewalk
picketing and yelling for those laboring
people! Why-it's scandalous!'
Mrs. De Pomp, the speaker, paused for
breath; while Mrs. Densmore laughed
lightly, and said into the transmitter-
"Well-it is rather sudden; but after all,
I am not much surprised. Indeed, it is
just like Miss True to espouse any cause
which she is convinced is right, no matter
what it is or where it isl
"Glory mel" cried Mrs.De Pomp. 81
think that I shall faint!" The receiver
clicked, and Mrs. Densmore sat down and
roared with laughter. Dear old Justice
she fights everybodys battle" she said to
herself when her merriment had ceased.
The evening papers carried startling
headlines. "Wheat bubble bursts! Market
soaring like an aeroplane, suddenly does
a nose dive! Fortunes lost in crash! Ger
aid De Pomp, investment prince and spec
ulator, dies of heart failure as tape ticks
off his ruin!"