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On the other, a little removed from the light, sat Ned's two nieces, Biddy and Bessy Connolly, former with Atty Johnson's mouth within whisper-reach of her ear, and the latter seated close to her professed admirer, Billy Fulton, her uncle's shopman.* This group; was completely abstracted from the entertainment which was going forward in the circle round the fire.
"What station do you run from, Sport?" says I. "Number six," says he. "Oh, yes," says I. "Just back of the Exchange. And is old Connolly chief down there still?" "Yes, Sir," says he. "Give him my regards when you get back," says I, "and tell him Torchy says he's a flivver." The kid grins enthusiastic. "By the way," I goes on, "who's he sendin' out with the Nash work Gedney Nash's, you know?"
Connolly, of Lisnahoe, could boast of a full quiver. There was a general chorus of laughter as Harold related his experience at the railway-station. The Connollys had rested for several days under the ban of the most rigid boycott, and had become used to small discomforts.
"Aw, get out!" replied Connolly with generous enthusiasm. "I don't leave no pard of mine in a hole. Say," he cried, turning to Cameron, "about that lady. Ha! ha!" "Shut your ugly mug!" said the doctor savagely. "It's the same lady. Ha! ha! Good joke, eh, Sergeant?" "Same lady?" echoed Cameron. "Sure, same lady." "What does he mean, Martin?" "The man's drunk, Cameron.
Croker began his official career as a court attendant under the notorious Judge Barnard and later was an engineer in the service of the city. These places he held by Tammany favor, and he was so useful that in 1868 he was made alderman. A quarrel with Tweed lost him the place, but a reconciliation soon landed him in the lucrative office of Superintendent of Market Fees and Rents, under Connolly.
"She was very rejected last night afther she coming in," said Johnny Connolly, manipulating as he spoke the length of rusty chain and bit of stick that fastened the door. "I think it was lonesome she was on the thrain." Fanny Fitz and Mr.
And further it should be pointed out that Tweed, Connolly and Sweeny were but vulgar political thieves who retained only a small part of their thefts.
"When I have a bad time missing them, I remember how the Mother of God gave her blessed Son to the world. And He set the example, to give ourselves to save others. No, I don't want my boys back until the war is over." Jean said nothing. She rocked back and forth and thought about what Mary Connolly had said. One of the fat pussies jumped on her lap and purred.
He, too, fell before Kloehr's Winchester, shot through the throat, dropping close to the body of Connolly. Emmett Dalton was now the only one of the band left alive. He was as yet unwounded, and he got to his horse. As he attempted to mount a number of shots were fired at him, and these killed the two horses belonging to Bob Dalton and Bill Powers, who by this time had no further use for horses.
"Glad to meet YOU," said Archie, handsomely. "Well, good-bye!" said Mr. Connolly. "Eh?" "Run along and sell your papers. Your father-in-law and I have business to discuss." "Yes, I know." "Private," added Mr. Connolly. "Oh, but I'm in on this binge, you know. I'm going to be the manager of the new hotel." "You!" "Absolutely!" "Well, well!" said Mr. Connolly, noncommittally.
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