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The effect was electric, and beyond almost any that have ever occurred in New York or anywhere, and Grady sprang into international fame. Joseph H. Choate was a most dangerous fellow speaker to his associates who spoke before him. I had with him many encounters during fifty years, and many times enjoyed being the sufferer by his wit and humor.
"What's the trouble? Why don't you speak out, man, instead of standing there like that?" The man found his voice at last, his words came thickly. "They are here," he said. "The men from America. You know who I mean. Get away at once. Wait for nothing. Those two devils Egan and Grady are downstairs in the hall." Fenwick looked at the speaker as if he did not exactly comprehend what he had said.
Bruce Foulkes as a beautiful Spanish senorita, Constant Meese, W. Levintritt, F. W. Boole and C. H. Matlage as "Four Dainty Kewpies," Edward C. Wagner as an oiler, and Carl Westerfeld was a regular devil. Of course, Mrs. A. Gee, Mrs. A. B. Luther, Mrs. Washburn, Mrs. Wheeler, Mrs. Boole, Mrs. Wood, Mrs. Shannon and Mrs. Grady looked charming, as usual.
It mattered very little to him now whether the walking delegate chose to follow him down the hoist or to walk down on the ladders, for every one had seen that Grady was afraid. Bannon had seen all the men grinning broadly as he began his descent, and that was all he wanted.
"He hasn't been an officer at all for an hour and more." Grady sprang to his feet, his eyes blazing, and strode toward Godfrey. "What do you mean by that?" he shouted. "I mean," said Godfrey, looking him squarely in the eye, "that Mr.
"Such a man as you," said the senator, looking at the remainder of the Scotch whiskey, "will have the railroad behind you, sure." "One more drink," said Mr. Crewe. "I must go," said Mr. Grady, pouring it out, but that reminds me. It comes over me sudden-like, as I sit here, that you certainly ought to be in the new encyclopeedie of the prominent men of the State.
"They were both French and Rogers spoke of the red lips; somehow it seemed probable. Mr. Grady will find some things he doesn't know in to-morrow's Record. But then he usually does. This time, I'm going to rub it in. Hello," he added, "our friend is coming around." I looked at Rogers and saw that his eyes were open. They were staring at us as though wondering who we were.
And Grady stepped briskly away, making the sling of his rifle tell with a smart salute, as he passed Strachan. And then Harry Forsyth stepped up to the couch, and found himself looking on the drawn and pain-worn features of Reginald Kavanagh.
And on their side the gray can reply, in the words of Colonel Grady, the eloquent orator of the South, in his speech at Atlanta: "We can now see that in this conflict loss was gain, and defeat real and substantial victory; that everything we hoped for and fought for, in the new government we sought to establish, is given to us in greater measure in the old government our fathers founded."
Once he's out, everything will be serene again." I wasn't interested in Grady, so I came back to the case in hand. "Look here, Godfrey," I said, "if it wasn't poison, what was it?" "But it was poison." "Inserted at the hand?" He nodded. "Goldberger says there's no poison known which could be used that way and which would act so quickly."
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