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Burnit was trying to redeem that persistent swamp. I am Mr. Platt's sister." "No!" exclaimed Biff in amazement. "You can't be the kid that used to ride on the excavating cars, and go home with yellow clay on your dresses every day." "I'm the kid," said she with a musical laugh; "and I'm afraid I haven't quite outgrown my hoydenish tendencies even yet." Biff had no comment to make.
"But you look very unwell, Lord Farintosh; indeed you do," Miss Newcome said, gravely. "I think late hours, and smoking, and going to that horrid Platt's, where I dare say you go " "Go? Don't I? But don't call it horrid; really, now, don't call it horrid!" cried the noble Marquis. "Well something has made you look far from well.
"Him your Chinese friends call 'The Blind White Devil? Yes, I've heard of Chris." "He keeps a saloon wid a gossoon name o' Fallon, on Bush street.... Go up and see him, Misther Stanley.... He's a fair-speakin' felly I'm told.... Ask him," Dennis whispered, nudging the writer's ribs with his elbow, "ask him how his gambling place in Platt's Hall is coming on?"
This was before the days when the direct primary gave the plain voters an opportunity to upset the calculations of a political boss. Senator Platt's emissary, Lemuel Ely Quigg, in a two hours' conversation in the tent at Montauk, asked some straight-from-the-shoulder questions. The answers he received were just as unequivocal. Mr.
"You f-f-flapped it." "F-f-f " The bewilderment in Orville Platt's face gave way to anger. "Do you mean to tell me that you screeched like that because my because I moved my elbow?" "Yes." His anger deepened and reddened to fury. He choked. He had started from his chair with his napkin in his hand. He still clutched it.
Platt's frankness in reply increased my respect for him. He said: ``I need not confess to you that, personally, I would prefer Mr. Fassett to yourself; but if he were a candidate he would have to carry the entire weight of my unpopularity. Mr. Platt was from first to last perfectly straightforward.
"What's more, I think there's little to be done at present. Printing the story of Platt's Hall will only be construed as a bit of political recrimination. San Francisco rather fancies gambling palaces." "Jack!" he called to a reporter. "See if you can locate Jerry Lynch." He turned to Stanley. "There's the fellow for you: Senator Jeremiah Lynch. Know him? Good. You get evidence on Buckley.
For Roosevelt and Platt still had their pitched battles. The most epic of them all was fought over the reappointment of the State Superintendent of Insurance. The incumbent was Louis F. Payn, a veteran petty boss from a country district and one of Platt's right-hand men.
The memories that cluster around a certain building are often impressive, both intrinsically and by reason of their variety. Platt's Hall is connected with experiences of first interest. For many years it was the place for most occasional events of every character. It was a large square auditorium on the spot now covered by the Mills Building.
The trees caught Platt's eye at once, and he must turn along under the winding walk beneath them. The lights shone upon two bright tears in the model's eyes. "I don't like that," said Platt. "What's the matter?" "Don't you mind," said Miss Asher. "Well, it's because well, I didn't think you were that kind when I first saw you. But you are all like.
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