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This is Healy, the night clerk. Say, Mrs. Foote, I think you'd better step down to six-eighteen and see what's " "I am wrong," said Martha Foote. "What's that?" "Nothing. Go on. Will I step down to six-eighteen and ?" "She's sick, or something. Hysterics, I'd say.
Yeager started forward, but she waved him back. "It's Phil and Brill Healy. You've got to hide us, Jim," she told him tensely. The nester began to grin. He always did when he faced a difficulty apparently insurmountable. Also his fingers slid toward the butt of his revolver. Jim swept the cabin with a gesture. "Where can I hide you? Anyhow, there are the horses in plain sight."
"Come to me, Denis. God is good to send you. Sure, I am blessed above all women. Himself is with me, the Divine Redeemer, and His Blessed Mother, and the angels. Father Healy has been praying over me, and now you have come to say good-bye. Sit beside me, and take my hand. Don't be crying. I am just passing to God. Don't forget to say a prayer for me."
They cannot pay for first-class patriotism like that of Davitt, Dillon, O'Brien, and Tim Healy, who latterly have never performed out of London. And so the Galway folks went on with their railway discussions, and the poor Connemarans went on with their starving. Suddenly Mr. Balfour took the thing up, and the turf began to fly.
"The man will never get to heaven he is too slow; and he will prevent me getting there unless Providence removes him to another round." She carried the letters to Father Healy, and then proceeded to shut herself in her room, and there absorb the news from Ireland. In laughter and in tears she read her letter, and then re-read it, determined to lose not one word of the contents. Dr.
Marsh was with Father Healy when the letters came. "May I read them?" the priest asked. "Certainly! Why not?" replied the doctor in his brusque manner. "I will digest a slice of theology." He took a book from the table and opened it. "I hope it will agree with you," laughed Father Healy, as he tore the first letter open. "Humph!" grunted Dr. Marsh.
Like myself, Healy had a leaning towards journalism, and we had a common ground in our admiration of the "Nation" newspaper, not only the "Nation" of O'Connell and the Young Irelanders, but of the Sullivans. Nothing, therefore, could be more congenial to him than to fill the post of London letter writer to that paper.
Of course, the sixth inning opened with the Stars playing only eight men. There was another delay. Probably everybody except Delaney and perhaps Healy had forgotten the Stars were short a man. Fuller called time. The impatient bleachers barked for action. Capt. White came over to Delaney and courteously offered to lend a player for the remaining innings.
The roars of Healy, the boss-packer, filled the dome of sky where a young moon was rising in a twilight of heavenly blue dusk of the gods, indeed. A battalion of infantry in Alphonso had been hungry for three days so the Train had come swiftly, ten hours on the trail, and forced going. It was a volunteer infantry outfit, and apt to be a bit lawless in the sight of food.
Healy glanced at Phil swiftly, covertly, as the latter adjusted the glasses. "She's right about the fire and the man. I can see as much with my naked eyes," he cut in. The boy looked long, lowered the glasses, and met his friend's eye with a kind of shamefaced hesitation. But apparently he gathered reassurance from the quiet steadiness with which the other's gaze met him.
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