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PATRICK McKEEVER. Patrick was a poor Irishman in Philadelphia. He and another man were arrested on a charge of burglary, convicted and sentenced to be hung. I am ignorant of the details of his crime, or why the sentence was not carried into execution.
The old man, he's got a rich farm and sets a powerful good table. Might even give us a right smart load of provisions into the bargain. It's worth a try, suh...." "Rennie!" So summoned, Drew reported to their new commander. "Know anything about a Thomas McKeever livin' in this section?"
"This is an infernal nuisance!" McKeever raised his eyebrows and waited for an explanation. Two young men, very young, very straight, had just come into the rooms. One he knew to be Jerry Smith. "Another table and dealer wasted," declared M. Fernand. "Smith and, by heavens, he's brought some friend of his with him!" "Shall I see if I can turn them away without playing?" asked McKeever.
"Much obliged for your courtesy. Perhaps you would like me to open an account here?" "Oh, anybody can open an account who wants to," remarked Mr. McKeever dryly, turning away from him to something else. Mr. Badger fairly flew back to his office. The exquisite blonde had hardly ever before seen him exhibit so much agitation. "What have you pulled this time?" she inquired dreamily.
May I ask if it is secured?" "Who is this?" snapped McKeever. "One of her friends," replied Mr. Badger amicably. "Well, we don't discuss our clients' affairs over the telephone. You had better come in here if you have any inquiries to make." "But I want to pay the note," expostulated Mr. Badger. "Oh! Well, anybody can pay the note who wants to."
Cutthroat now I ain't never slit me a throat in all my born days. What about you, Rennie? You done any fancy work with a bowie lately?" Mr. McKeever favored the Texan with a passing frown; then his attention settled on Drew. "Rennie," he repeated, and then said the name again with the emphasis of one making a court identification. "Drew Rennie!" "Yes, suh."
MCNUTT: "Ten Years in a Country Church," World's Work, December, 1910. MCKEEVER: Farm Boys and Girls, pages 129-145. CARNEY: Country Life and the Country School, pages 1-17, 302-327. 177. =Enlarging the Social Environment.= In the story of the family and the rural community it has become clear that the normal individual as he grows to maturity lives in an expanding circle of social relations.
"You see there are fortunes lying all about us everywhere if we only know where to look. Now the first thing to do is to get your bonds back from the bank." Mr. Thomas McKeever, the popular loan clerk of the Mustardseed National, was just getting ready for the annual visit of the state bank examiner when Mr. Tutt, followed by Mrs.
"There it is!" He pointed to the drawer, where McKeever, as banker, had kept the money. The wounded man in the meantime had disappeared. "How much is ours?" asked Jerry Smith. "All you find there," answered Ronicky calmly. "But there's a big bunch large bills, too. McKeever was loaded for bear." "He loses the house loses it.
There was more to admire in the workmanship of the hilt than in a thousand such blades, but a Westerner would have his eye on the useful part of a thing. "How much d'you think that's worth?" asked McKeever. "Dunno," said Ronicky. "That's good steel." He tried the point, then he snapped it under his thumb nail and a little shiver of a ringing sound reached as far as Frederic Fernand.
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