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Mackey is a fraud," went on the wounded soldier. "To the best of my knowledge, he comes from Philadelphia, where he used to run a mail-order medical bureau of some sort something which the Post-office Department stopped as a swindle." "My cousin thought he came from Philadelphia," said Marion. "But wait until I call my mother and Jack." Marion ran off without delay, but failed to find either Mrs.
"The title of the Committee was formally agreed upon as 'The Wall Street Employees' Relief Committee. "Through the courtesy of Mr. Clarence Mackey, the offer of a suite of rooms on the second floor of the Commercial Cable Building, 20 Broad Street, for the use of the Committee, at no charge for rent, was gratefully accepted, and arrangements for occupation were made at once. Mr.
I spoke of a Colonel Stanwood quite a different person, I can assure you." "I do not believe you, Dr. Mackey," answered Mrs. Ruthven emphatically. "You are very hard upon me, madam." "I think I have a right to be hard upon you, sir. You have tried your best to rob me of my son." "But he shan't do it, mother," put in Jack warmly. "No, Jack, he'll never be able to do that now," answered Mrs.
"Well, we can easily get along without him. But I would like to know more of that fortune." At length Dr. Mackey came to him and sat down by his side. "So you thought to escape me, did you?" he began. "Do you blame me?" questioned our hero, as coolly as he could. "Not exactly. But I want to warn you that it won't pay to try to escape again.
Nor need I dwell at any length upon the personal communication which passed between Doctor Bataille, Albert Pike, Gallatin Mackey, Sophia Walder, Chambers, Webber, and the rest of the Charleston luminaries. Miss Walder explained to him the great hope of the Order concerning the speedy advent of anti-Christ, the abolition of the papacy, and the destruction of the Christian religion.
"A guerrilla we shot down." "Ha! who shot him?" "I did. He was trying to steal our horses." "Dr. Mackey, don't you know me?" came from the guerrilla. "Pete Gendron!" muttered the surgeon. "I never expected to see you here." "Nor did I calkerlate to see you, doc. But I'm mighty glad yer come. Ye kin git me out o' this fix." As he spoke, the guerrilla eyed Dr. Mackey sharply.
Mackey is a first-class fraud." "Dr. Mackey is all right," put in Gendron, the guerrilla. "He must be held," said the surgeon. "I will be responsible for this arrest." "At least let me see Mrs. Ruthven before I go." "No, take him away at once," cried the surgeon quickly. "Then you can return for Gendron." "Where shall we take him, doctor?" asked one of the privates.
"John Mackey, a rich slaveholder, lived near Clarksville, Pike co., Missouri, some years since. He whipped his slave Billy, a boy fourteen years old, till he was sick and stupid; he then sent him home. Then, for his stupidity, whipped him again, and fractured his skull with an axe-helve. He buried him away in the woods; dark words were whispered, and the body was disinterred.
"I reckon as how we cotched ye nicely," went on the man with the gun. "Whar did ye come from thet cabin up the mountain?" "Yes." "Whar is Dr. Mackey?" "I do not know." "Did he let ye go?" "Of course he didn't let the boy go," growled Pete Gendron. "The niggers must have released him." "Is that true, sonny?" "That is none of your business," answered Jack, not knowing what else to say.
All this was printed in the London papers, and, on 15th November, The Daily Telegraph and Daily News published Emma's confession that she wrought by sleight of hand and foot. On 17th November, Mr. Hughes went from Cambridge to investigate. For some reason investigation never begins till the fun is over. Mackey.
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