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But that stage had now passed in Remsen City as it had passed elsewhere, and the boss industry had taken a form far more difficult to combat. Kelly and House no longer especially cared whether Republican party or Democratic won.
Alderman Kelly puffed and fumed with excitement. This was getting beyond his depths. He was a competent artist in the criminal and lower courts, but his talents for delaying the law of the Federal procedure were rather slim. "What do you mean? I'm going to represent Morgan, and I'll have something to say about his case at Night Court. I know the magistrate."
Yet the next moment, superbly, she wheeled and faced them. There was something intolerable in that laughter, something that stung her beyond endurance. "Tell me," she commanded Kelly, "tell me what these gentlemen find about me to laugh at!" Her face was white as death, but her eyes shone red as leaping flame. She was terrible in that moment terrible as a lioness at bay and the laughter died.
Father Kelly puts it r-right, and years go by without him lookin' on it even at Hallowe'en. 'Whisky, says he, 'is called the divvle, because, he says, ''tis wan iv the fallen angels, he says. 'It has its place, he says, 'but its place is not in a man's head, says he. 'It ought to be th' reward iv action, not th' cause iv it, he says. 'It's f'r th' end iv th' day, not th' beginnin', he says.
"For scenes let tatter'd blankets fly, The prologue Kelly write; Then swear again the piece must die Before the author's night. "Should these tricks fail, the lucky elf, To bring to lasting shame, E'en write the best you can yourself, And print it in his name."
One has only to turn to the spirit and temper of such representative Roman Catholics as Archbishop Healy and Dr. Kelly, Bishop of Ross to their words and to their deeds in order to catch the inspiration of a new movement amongst our Roman Catholic fellow-countrymen at once religious and patriotic.
"It's not a woman's job, and I can't risk it. I shall feel easier if you are there." And Kelly professed himself proud to be of service in any capacity. If Mrs. Burke would put up with him for another night, sure, he'd be delighted to keep her company, and he'd see that the boy behaved himself too, though for his own part he didn't think that there was any vice about him just then.
Large crayon portraits decorated the walls, that of the late Mr. Kelly having attached to its frame the sheaf of wheat that had lain on his coffin. On the walls also were the large calendars of insurance companies, and one or two china plaques in plush frames. A bead portiere hung between the two parlours, constantly clicking and catching as the guests swarmed to and fro.
"Well," said Anthony, reaching for his chequebook, "it was a good bilin' of soap. Let's see you had $5,000 in cash." "I paid out $300 more of my own," said Kelly. "I had to go a little above the estimate. I got the express wagons and cabs mostly for $5; but the trucks and two-horse teams mostly raised me to $10. The motormen wanted $10, and some of the loaded teams $20.
"What's that to me, sir?" said the priest, "what your brother Barney can do can you not read yourself?" "I can not, your Reverence," said Kelly, in a tone of regret. "I hope you have your Christian Doctrine, at all events," said the priest. "Go on with the Confiteor."
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