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Connell felt that the principal duties devolving upon her had been discharged. It was but reasonable, she thought, that, after the toil of a busy life, her husband and herself should relax a little, and enjoy with lighter minds the ease for which they had labored so long and unremittingly. "Do you know what I'm thinkin' of, Pether?" said she, one summer evening in their farm-yard.
John McMillan and Alexander C. DesBrisay, for the county of Restigouche; Abner R. McClelan and John Lewis for the county of Albert; and William Lindsay and Charles Connell for the county of Carleton. Every member of the government who held a seat in the House of Assembly, with the exception of the Hon. John McMillan, the surveyor-general, was defeated.
"And I, for another," said Connell; "an' what's worse, I'll hould a wager, that if he was searched this minute, you'd find a Kay to Gough in his pocket, although he throws Vosther in my teeth: the dunce never goes widout one. Sure he's not able to set a dacent copy, or headline, or to make a dacent hook, nor a hanger, nor a down stroke, and was a poor scholar, too!"
Half a million had been printed off and delivered for sale, but very few seem to have escaped the outcry that was raised against them, and to-day copies are extremely scarce. Poor Connell took the matter very much to heart, threw up his appointment, and forthwith retired into private life.
Connell, and knows his trade, too. I suppose Graham has sized him up?" This with a cock of his head and a keen glance. "Shouldn't wonder, sir; but if he has, he's kept it to himself." "Well, if Garrett gets to bothering Graham too much, you let me know." "I will, sir, if Graham lets me know, but I'm mistaken in Graham if he opens his head on the subject."
Only that day had he arrived her Geordie a little pallid from long housing and wearied from the long ride, but wonderfully well and happy otherwise, and assured that a few weeks more would see him strong as ever. Connell had met him at Buffalo. Bud was up from New York.
The arm that had fallen so often that night, and never in vain, came down once more; the piteous appeal ended in a death-yell, and, as we reached him, Mohun was wiping coolly his dripping sabre: it had no more work to do. I could not help shuddering as I took his offered hand, and I saw Connell tremble for the first time as he made the sign of the cross.
"It's from my brother," said Mrs. MacDermott, "but what on earth does it mean? You're here all right, aren't you?" "Yes," he said, "I'm here." He laid a good deal of emphasis on the "I." Mrs. MacDermott looked at him with sudden suspicion. "I've had a top-hole time," he said. "What an utterly incompetent rotter Connell is! He had nothing on earth to do but lie low.
"Douse your fires, there!" was the first order. "Look well to your horses, sergeant. Stay here in charge. I'll send word what to do." Then, with eager stride, Geordie hurried away after the messenger, Connell close at his heels.
"You ought," replied Ellish, "to be a bether judge of whiskey nor either Dan nor me; an' I'll tell you why you dhrink it in more places, and can make comparishment one wid another; but Dan an' me is confined mostly to our own, an' of that same we take very little, an' the less the betther for people in business, or indeed for anybody." "Very true, Mrs. Connell!
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