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"'Tis slaping on yer injuries ye are, Misther Griggs. The notice is out; 'twas posted in the shops this day." "Then that settles it," said Griggs, gloomily. "When does it take hold?" "The first day av the month to come. An' they're telling me it catches everybody, down to the missinger b'ys in the of'ces."

You'll meet Folsom and Graham with the other two sections of empties where you can: you'll run as fast as the Lord'll let you on such a track as you have: but above all, you'll stay on the rails. If you ditch yourself, it'll go hard with Mr. Ford." "I'll do all thim things and wan more and thot wan is the shtiffest av thim all: the saints aidin' me, Misther Leckhard, I'll shtay awake."

The river's fairly alive wid 'em, I'm tould: an' they risin' to a brown-bodied fly, Misther Arthur. 'We'll have a look at them some spare day, Andy. 'But what tuk my fancy intirely, was the iligant plan of bilin' 'em she had.

L'ave him take the count; he'll niver rise to the chune o' the bell av ye l'ave him lie. But he ain't dead, Misther Sayward; mark that, me son! An' don't ye be afther sayin', 'Th' inimy is down an' out fur good! Pore lad! Sure, I'll shake hands over a dhrink wid him, for he can do me no hurrt anny more! No, sorr!

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself, to come down here in the presence of these men and try to injure the character of that poor chambermaid." "By the great horned spoon! but she has the pants on, and Oi'll have thim, charackther or no charackther, Misther Landlord!" "Well, now, see here, Irish, I'll bet the cigars for the crowd, that she hasn't got your pants on."

"I'll answer nothin' I don't like," she replied, "an' I'll not be ballyraged by any one not even by you, Misther John; an' what's more, I'll lave the sarvice at the shriek o' day to-morrow. I wouldn't live in the house wid that one; my life 'udn't be safe undher the wan roof wid her." "Thin you'll get no carrecther from any one here," said Mrs.

And, a far-away black spot as yet, down the moonlit, snow-banked trail, indistinctly they beheld an unsteady figure slowly weaving its way towards the detachment. At intervals the night-wind wafted to them snatches of song. "Singin', singin'," muttered Slavin, "from break av morrn 'till jewy eve! . . . Misther B Yorke! luks 'tis goin' large y'are th' night."

"In with him, sor? Fr-rum th' way they stick around him ye'd think he was a long-lost rilitive come back wid a million pounds." "I'm glad you fellows are with me, Mike. I was just looking for a gun, but if you'll stand by me " "Oh, don't pull a pistol, Misther Madden. A man who would pull a gun in a free-for-all why he would smash th' fiddles at a dance."

And then, as young Fitzgerald was questioning the so-named gangmen as to the instructions they had received, a jaunting car came up to the foot of the hill. "We war to wait for the ongineer," Shawn Brady had said, "an' shure an' we have waited." "An' here's one of Misther Carroll's cars from Mallow," said Thady Molloy, "and that's the ongineer hisself."

Now, ten years Gorham's senior, he still adopted an attitude at once protective and admiring, enjoying that intimacy which is the reward of a lifelong service of loyalty. "Miss Alice wishes me to go to the theatre to-night, Riley," Gorham remarked as the man relieved him of his coat. "Yis, sor; 'twill do ye good, Misther Robert ye wid so manny grand plans in ye'er head. 'Twill do ye good, sor."