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Thus it happened that Pearlie Watson, aged twelve, began her journey into the big unknown world, fully satisfied in body and soul, and with a great love for all the world. At the corner of the street stood Mrs. McGuire, and at sight of her Pearl's heart stopped beating. "It's bad luck," she said. "I'd as lief have a rabbit cross me path as her."
"McGuire, that was a bully story a corking good story. I want dad to hear it. Wait, I'll get him." And he was out of the room with the door fast closed behind him before John McGuire could so much as draw a breath. Upstairs, Daniel Burton, already in the secret, heard Keith's eager summons and came at once. For some days he had been expecting just such an urgent call from Keith's lips.
During the interval that elapsed before the second trial, McGuire, who was out on bail, took part in the bold robbery of the Bowdoinham Bank, in Maine, for which he is now serving out a fifteen years' sentence in State Prison. Hudson managed to escape before the first arrest of the prisoners, and with ten thousand dollars of the stolen money went to Europe, where he has been ever since.
Advertising, my son: that's the point to work at. In a way I'm sorry you let Sterne out." The ex-editor had left, a fortnight before, on a basis agreeable to himself and Hal, and McGuire Ellis had taken over his duties. "Certainly you had no reason to like Sterne, Dad." "For all that, he knew his job. Everything Sterne did had a dollar somewhere in the background. Even his blackmailing game.
"They'll throw the tableware at you," said McGuire Ellis quietly: "at least they ought to, if they don't." The two Surtaines stared at him in surprise. "Who are you," continued the journalist, "to talk standards of honesty in journalism to those boys?" "He's their boss: that's all he is," said Dr. Surtaine weightily.
Burton has me take up ter him every week. An' he owned up, when I took him ter task for it, that he couldn't read 'em. They was gettin' all blurred." "Blurred?" It was a startled little cry from the boy down by the beet- bed; but neither Susan nor Mrs. McGuire heard perhaps because at almost the same moment Mrs. McGuire had excitedly asked the same question. "Blurred?" she cried.
"In any case," said Barnett, "such a glow as that we sighted last night I've never seen from any volcano." "Nor I," said Trendon. "Don't prove it mightn't have been." "I'll just bet the best dinner in San Francisco that it isn't," said Edwards. "You're on," said Carter. "Let me in," suggested Ives. "And I'll take one of it," said McGuire. "Come one, come all," said Edwards cheerily.
Didn't you hear Susan tell Mis' McGuire jest now? 'T was his EYES, an' he didn't know it. He was gettin' blind, an' that was jest the beginnin'." Susan's capable hands picked up another wet towel and snapped it open by way of emphasis. "The b-beginning?" stammered the boy. "But but ALL beginnings don't don't end like that, do they?"
"MIS' MCGUIRE!" breathed Susan in dismay; then hopefully, "But maybe 'twas a mistake." The woman shook her head. She went back to her swaying from side to side. "No, 'twas a dispatch. It came this mornin'. Just now. Mr. McGuire was gone, an' there wasn't anybody there but the children, an' they're asleep. That's why I came over. I HAD to. I had to talk to some one!" "Of course, you did!
Which also partly accounts for the unhappy predicament in which "Cricket" McGuire found himself as he tumbled from his car and sat upon the depot platform, torn by a spasm of that hollow, racking cough so familiar to San Antonian ears. At that time, in the uncertain light of dawn, that way passed Curtis Raidler, the Nueces County cattleman may his shadow never measure under six foot two.
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