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In the sudden glance he threw from one to another he impressed them as being both leonine and impracticable. The morning paper announced the death of Henry Johnson. It contained a long interview with Edward J. Hannigan, in which the latter described in full the performance of Johnson at the fire. There was also an editorial built from all the best words in the vocabulary of the staff.
Her attention was fixed, as it had been with sickening fear this last minute, upon that half-inch crack in the closet door behind Barney. Why had she, in her dismayed urgence, allowed Larry to possess himself of that closet key? when her plan had been to keep Hannigan as well as Barlow forcibly behind the scenes until she had acted out her play?
Hannigan cast a piercing glance over the group, stared with a bitter face at the Trescott house, as if this new and handsome edifice was insulting her, and then followed her son. There was wavering in the party. An inroad by one mother always caused them to carefully sweep the horizon to see if there were more coming. "This is my yard," said Jimmie, proudly. "We don't have to go home."
"What did Hannigan do to the ball," William broke in, "but slam it over the fence for a home run, bringing in the two on bases and tying the score! Oh, joy!" A clerk of the court who came out of his office at this moment snickered audibly at the sight of a boy doing a little war dance in the corridor and a judge smiling approvingly.
The arts as well as the crafts, the graces equally with the utilities must stand up in the marketplace and be judged by the gombeen men. The only house near to her father's was that occupied by Bessie Hannigan. The other few houses were scattered widely with long, quiet miles of hill and bog between them, so that she had hardly seen more than a couple of men beside her father since she was born.
"I'll tell you another thing. The Hannigans are going to move out of the house next door." "On account of him?" demanded Martha. Carrie nodded. "Mrs. Hannigan says so herself." "Well, of all things!" ejaculated Martha. "Going to move, eh? You don't say so! Where they going to move to?" "Down on Orchard Avenue." "Well, of all things! Nice house?" "I don't know about that. I haven't heard.
For none knew so well as Barney Palmer how inescapable was this thing which would be hanging over him until the end of his days. Before any one in the room could speak there came a loud pounding from within the door of the closet Larry and Red Hannigan had not occupied.
"Larry Brainard!" gritted a low voice in the darkness. Larry could see nothing, but there was no mistaking that voice. "Red Hannigan!" he exclaimed. "Yes you damned squealer! And I'm going to finish you off right here!" The light clicked out, and a pair of lean hands almost closed on Larry's wind-pipe. But Larry caught the wrists of the older man in a grip the other could not break.
On the floor his stinging eyes could make out a form in a smouldering blanket near the window. Then, as he carried his son towards the door, he saw that the whole lawn seemed now alive with men and boys, the leaders in the great charge that the whole town was making. They seized him and his burden, and overpowered him in wet blankets and water. But Hannigan was howling: "Johnson is in there yet!
She only has it a couple of years, and the last time she used it was when she washed out my Sunday shirt and her black skirt with the red things on it you know the one?" "I do not," said the Philosopher. "Well, anyhow, the washboard is gone, and my wife says it was either taken by the fairies or by Bessie Hannigan you know Bessie Hannigan? She has whiskers like a goat and a lame leg!"
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