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The Protest
(MUTUAL)
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By Robert J. Shores
Molly Fisher was not satisfied — for two reasons. Primarily, her standing in the world terminated at the door of her home in the tenement district, and it was her ambition to attain some height in the eyes of the outside world. Secondly, she earnestly wished to cast off the undesirable class of men who haunted her where she was. No sooner did she start out to satisfy her ambition than she found that she could rise in the favor of every man she met in either the high or low walks of life only over the grave of her virtues. But she had resolved not to sacrifice either of her wishes to attain the other, and what she gained by her protestations is told in this story based on the picture of the same name produced by the Mutual Film Corporation. In the cast were:
Molly Fisher Leona Hutton
Roger Hackett Crane Wilbur
Skinny Walsh Donald O'Brien
Jerry Flynn John E. Brennan
\I7HY not, kid? That's what I want to know, why not?" Skinny Walsh thrust his clean, but unpleasant face nearer Molly's as he leaned down from iiis vantage point, his seat upon the kitchen table. Molly shifted her chair.
"Why not?" she echoed indignantly. "Because it isn't decent. It isn't right, that's why not. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, and you would be, too, if you had any shame in you. But
what can anybody expect from a man like you — a gangster?"
"Aw, come, now, Molly, don't be rough ! Say 'politician,' and I'll admit it. But whatever you call it, you have to hand it to me, Molly, I earn a good living. And that's more than you can say for that old rum hound of a father of yours, hanging around Hogan's and spending your money."
"You keep your tongue off my father, do you hear?" flared Molly, with
"So, we're mighty independent since we got a job, aren't we?" he asked sneeringly.
sudden heat. Walsh's insult to herse she had passed over with little she of anger. Girls who grow up in suc neighborhoods as that in which Moll lived, get used to being insulted by th well-dressed ruffians .who elegantly idl away their time upon the street corner: Molly could look after herself, but he father was a weakling who coul neither assert nor defend himself.
"You keep your tongue off my fa ther !" she repeated. "He may not b, successful, but he works for his living.
"You mean he wears a street-cleanin; badge for a living," jeered Skinny ma liciously. "All the work he's done ii the last ten years wouldn't tire littli Maggie, there, and you know it !"
At this reference to herself, the lit, tie fourteen-year-old sister, sickly am lame, who worshiped Molly as her sol< support and protector, drew away int( the shadow. Maggie did not like tin way Skinny looked at her, nor the wa} in which he looked at her sister. Sh< did not like Skinny at all.
"You see," he went on, ignoring Maggie's evident dislike, "it ain't as if yoi; had a good home, or as if I couldn'1 give you one. What's the use of pretending you're happy here? You're not and you know it. You want to be a lady, and they kid you for it. Ain't 1 cut in on your side more than once before now when they were all guying you ? Sure I have ! Well, now 1 can make you a lady. I got the coin to do it. and I'll do it — only" — he