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Behind her stood a tall man in a soiled flannel jacket and a pair of trousers which hung in a ragged fringe round his ankles. "Come in," said Mrs. Finnegan, "come in the whole of yez. It's a terrible day, sergeant, and I wonder at you bringing the doctor out in the weather that does be it in.

Has he heard about it?" "Gee, young fellow! What do you think he's boss for?" And Finnegan gazed around the room, to make sure that they were alone. "Sammy," he said, "I've come to give you a friendly tip; I hope you'll have sense enough to take it." "What is it?" asked the other. "Don't try to make any speech." "Why not?" "Because you ain't a-going to be let to make it, Sammy."

First, you see, he has to be sure that the thing is true. And, of course, Mr. Hickman wouldn't tell." "No," said Finnegan. "Hardly!" "And it isn't easy for the doctor to find out. You see he's a clergyman, and he only meets good people. But I told him I would find out for him." "I see," said Finnegan.

He was just as much convinced of it as Nora Finnegan would have been if she had been with him. So he went about doing more fiction, taking no especial care of himself, and wrapt in rosy dreams, which, not being warm enough for the weather, permitted him to come down with rheumatic fever.

The mention of the wet condition of the party roused Mrs. Finnegan to action. She hung a kettle from a blackened hook in the chimney and piled up turf on the fire. Jimmy was evidently quite intelligent enough to know how to boil water. He took the bellows, went down on his knees, and blew the fire diligently. Mrs.

It takes away their self-control. It makes them unfit for their work. It leads to vice and wickedness. It enslaves them and degrades them. Don't you know that is true, Mr. Finnegan?" "Yes," admitted Finnegan, "I reckon it is. I never touch the stuff myself." "And still you sell it to others?" "Well, my boy, I don't do it because I hate them." "But then, why DO you do it?"

"Kept!" said the sergeant. "Is it likely now that they'd keep a boy like Jimmy? He'll be out again as soon as ever he's in. I'd say now a fortnight is the longest he'll be there." "I wouldn't like," said Finnegan, "that he'd be kept too long. I'll be wanting him for spring work, but I'm willing to spare him from this till Christmas if you like." Dr.

"Nonsense!" laughed the other. "Ask round a bit!" And then he added quickly, "Why, see here didn't you tell me you knew Billy Finnegan the barkeeper?" "Yes, I know him." "Well, then, you can go right to headquarters and find out. His boss, John Callahan, was one of the supervisors he got the dough. Go and ask Finnegan." "But will he tell?" exclaimed Samuel.

"You see," continued Finnegan after a bit, "I know about this game, and I'm givin' you a friendly word. What the hell does a kid like you want to be reformin' things for anyway?" "What else can I do?" asked Samuel. To which the other answered, "Do? Get yourself a decent job, and find some girl you like and settle down. You'll never know what there is in life, Sammy, till you've got a baby."

Claire smiled wanly. "It was very good of you to take all that trouble, I'm sure, Mrs. Finnegan!" "Oh, bother my trouble!" Mrs. Finnegan responded. "I just knew how crazy I'd be about a box. I guess we women are all alike, Miss Robson. Anyway, your mother and I are!" Mrs. Finnegan bent over her task again with a quick exasperated movement, and Claire passed on.