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O'Bannon sent his horse forward in the slowest walk: it was unshod; the stroke of its hoofs was muffled by the dust; and he had approached quite close, remaining himself unobserved, before he recognized the school-master. He was reclining against the trunk, his hat off, his eyes closed; in the heavy shadows he looked white and sick and weak and troubled.
"So she'll be there, he'll be there, I'll be there, we'll all be there but your John can hear about it in the morning." And O'Bannon arose slowly, but unexpectedly sat down again. "You think I won't be there," he said threateningly to Peter. "You think I'm drunk. I'll show you! I'll show you that I can walk that I can dance dance by myself do it all by myself furnish the music and do the dancing."
O'Bannon had performed his duties as he had been told reserving for himself, as always, the right of a personal construction. He had addressed a written appeal to the nonpaying subscribers, declaring that the Gazette had now become a Try-Weekly, since Mr.
"O'Bannon!" exclaimed John with a frown. "I've never talked to O'Bannon about you about anything." "You haven't abused me?" said Peter, wheeling on the schoolmaster, eyes and face and voice full of the suffering of his wounded self-love and of his wounded affection. "I hope I've abused nobody!" said John proudly. "Come in here!" cried Peter, springing up and hurrying into his shop.
And what's more, I've got the money to pay for a better one, whenever you'll write it." "Sit down, sit down, sit down!" O'Bannon jumped from his chair, hurried across the room a little unsteadily emptied a pile of things on the floor, and dragged back a heavy oak stool. "Sit down. And Peter?" he added inquiringly, tapping his empty drinking-cup. Peter nodded his willingness.
Then with a long stride he came round to the side of the horse's head, laid his hand on its neck and looked O'Bannon in the eyes: "At first I thought I'd wait till you got back to town. I wanted to catch you on the street or, in a tavern where others could witness. I'm sorry. I'm ashamed I ever wished any man to see me lay my hand on you. "Since you came out to Kentucky, have I ever crossed you?
"I might have sent that bundle straight to the owner of it. But, when I have anything against a man, I always forgive him, only I get even with him first." "What are you hammering at?" cried Peter, bringing his fist down on the table. "Hit the nail on the head." "Now I've got no grudge against her," continued O'Bannon. "I'd hate her if I could. I've tried hard enough, but I can't.
But as O'Bannon struck his horse and would have passed on, he sprang up quickly enough and walked out into the middle of the road. When the horse's head was near he quietly took hold of the reins and throwing his weight slightly forward, brought it to a stop. "Let go!" exclaimed O'Bannon, furious and threatening.
Irishmen and their sons figured prominently in the field of early western politics. In the Kentucky legislature, I find such names as Connor, Cassidy, Cleary, Conway, Casey, Cavan, Dulin, Dougherty, Geohegan, Maher, Morrison, Moran, McMahon, McFall, McClanahan, O'Bannon, Powers, and a number of others evidently of Irish origin. On the bench we find O'Hara, Boyle, and Barry.
The following afternoon O'Bannon was ambling back to town slowly and awkwardly, he being a poor rider and dreading a horse's back as he would have avoided its kick. He was returning from the paper mill at Georgetown whither he had been sent by Mr. Bradford with an order for a further supply of sheets.
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