Bobbie, office boy.
Mob of strikers and mill-hands.
Act III

SCENE: Office of Mark Stratton, president
and owner of the Northern Securities Com-
pany's plant. Spacious room, second floor.
Velvet rug on floor j mahogany and leather
furniture^ large pieces j massive style. L. large
table desk facing R. Typewriter desk near by
and straight chair. Sofa R. back. Armchairs
R. and L. front. Low carved bench L.C. Plate-
glass windows at backy right one partly open;
dark shades, half lowered. Heavy chandelier
C; green shaded electric light with cord on
desk. Doors middle L. wall and R. front;
closet door L. of L. window.
Enter young woman, plainly, almost mannishly
dressed, coat and hat; glances at desk; goes to
closet, opens door; reveals shallow closet,
office coat ^ on hanger; shuts door and rings
bell on desk cord.
Enter office boy, R.
Helen

[nodding to boy pleasantly] How are you,
Bobbie ? Do you know where my father is ?

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Bobbie

He went out — half an hour ago, Miss Strat-
ton.
Helen

[looking thoughtful\ Alone ?

Bobbie

Mr. Clausen came for him. It's the — strike,
I guess.
Helen

Yes — [Waits a minute.] He didn't leave any
word — for me ?

Bobbie
[shakes head] He went in a hurry

Helen

Of course. [Turns to dooty L\ Tell him I came
to drive him home, will you, Bobbie? — And
ril be back in half an hour.
Bobbie

I reckon he'll be late to-night.
Helen
[turns, hand on knob] Why do you say that ?

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Bobbie

[moves hand toward open windowy R.] There's
things doing down there.
Helen

[leaves door and comes C] The strikers ?

Bobbie

[noddingy important] I don't like the way
things are going.
