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Judge, you oughter stepped down into Franklin Street and taken a look at the picture whilst there was still time. You never seen sech a funny sight in all your days, I'll bet!" "I reckin 'twould be too late to be startin' now," said Judge Priest. "I'm right sorry I missed it. . . . Busy ketchin' up, huh? Yes; I reckin he is. . . . Tell me, son, whut did you make out of the way Peep O'Day acted?"
There was such a droll dryness to her humor, a peculiar touch to her way of saying things which made her most ordinary expressions masquerade as wit. At times she lacked tact which caused her companions no little embarrassment. This trait was made evident by her turning to Miss O'Day with the remark: "And, Nora, are you here? I'm as surprised to see you as I am to be here myself."
But O'Day cared little for that so long, as he said, the man knew his place and did not interfere. And his place, to O'Day's way of thinking, was to superintend the mines, and let the morals of the men alone. "I'll take good care of them," he was apt to add with a crafty look. His intercourse with Mr. Hobart began and ended with a bow of recognition in the street.
"And now the trunk's in, what's it you want, Kitty?" asked John squeezing her plump arm, as if in compensation for having had his way. "John, dear, here's a gentleman who what's your name? ye haven't told me, or if ye did I've forgot it." "Felix O'Day." "Then you're Irish?" "I am afraid I am at least, my ancestors were." "Afraid! Ye ought to be glad.
"Why doesn't Maud Harris go back with her? They seemed to get along well last fall, and Maud is well enough to enter again!" said Miss Welch. "Miss Harris with anything could what you call it? get along," said Miss Hirsch. "My words seem to suggest that Miss O'Day is difficult to get along with. I did not mean that.
Nora, feeling herself conspicuous, with a desire both to justify her presence there, and to protect herself and companion, exclaimed, "My father is in that room, Mr. Jefferies. Ask for Mr. O'Day. Tell him his daughter has come with an important message." The men stepped aside, leaving her way clear. Her words had carried into the inner room.
Following them out it will be made plain why "Shorty" O'Day, of the Columbia Detective Agency, resigned his position. And, for a lighter pastime, it shall be a duty and a pleasing sport to wander with Momus beneath the tropic stars where Melpomene once stalked austere.
It contained a sticky, sugary dozen of flattened confections, each moulded round a short length of wooden splinter. These sirupy articles, which have since come into quite general use, are known, I believe, as all-day suckers. When Judge Priest looked up again, Peep O'Day was outside the gate, clumping down the uneven sidewalk of Clay Street with long strides of his booted legs.
"If you don't want to hand in your checks soon, don't let him get behind you on a dark night." At that Gerani had scowled malignantly. O'Day laughed loud and mirthlessly, while he washed glasses and kept his eye on the scowling Pole. "He'd do it quick enough. Dead men tell no tales; but confessions do. And I've left with Father Brady a nice lot of paper which he's to read when I'm gone.
Now I reckin I'm too old learn.... I wonder, suh I wonder ef it'll be very long before that there money gits here and I begin to have the spendin' of it?" "Makin' plans already?" "Yes, suh," O'Day answered truthfully; "I am." He was silent for a moment, his eyes on the floor; then timidly he advanced the thought that had come to him.
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