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The pamphlets he has introduced on the question of patriotism and the worker is the foundation from which Mr. Cooley will appeal to your prejudices and passions. "We are not afraid of the evidence. We are afraid of this deep-grained interest that goes down into men's conscience and that reached back a thousand years.
Blushing, he followed Cooley into the coach, to spend five happy hours, utterly oblivious of the bright French landscape whirling by outside the window. There ensued a month of conscientious sightseeing in Paris, and that unfriendly city afforded him only one glimpse of the Countess.
Black complained that the State had been hampered in this cause. Is it fair to say that the state has been hampered when on the fatal November the 5th. Judge Bell and Mr. Cooley were both on the dock? Judge Bell would have us believe that he was unarmed, and so far as we know Mr. Cooley was unarmed. Then why were they on the dock?
At night, with the sheepmen stationed in the hills, an attempt to break through that wire fence would be more than dangerous. And this was the situation against which Mart Cooley led his determined band. It was at the end of a hard day's ride, and, late afternoon, when the cattlemen arrived in sight of the enemies' stronghold.
For though his shame had been too great to let him confess to young Cooley and ask for help, his fear was as great as his shame; and it increased as the hours passed. In truth his case was desperate. Except the people who had stripped him, Cooley was the only person in all of Europe with whom he had more than a very casual acquaintance.
In the Navy a large proportion of the Michigan men were members of the Michigan State Naval Brigade on the U.S.S. Yosemite, of which Dean M.E. Cooley, at that time Professor of Mechanical Engineering, was Chief Engineer. The Yosemite was a converted yacht used as a scout and convoy.
"'Yes, I says, 'Mack, I says, 'if you'll drop it, I'll turn in and git you the nomination." "Did he drop it?" asked Mellin innocently. Mr. Pedlow leaned forward and struck the young man's knee a resounding blow with the palm of his hand. "He was nominated, wasn't he?" "Time to dress," announced Mr. Sneyd, looking at his watch. "One more round first," insisted Cooley with prompt vehemence.
Leaning against the bar were Cooley and the man whom Mellin had seen lolling beside Madame de Vaurigard in Cooley's automobile in Paris, the same gross person for whom he had instantly conceived a strong repugnance, a feeling not at once altered by a closer view. Cooley greeted Mellin uproariously and Mr. Sneyd introduced the fat man. "Mr.
"Chief of Police Cooley is in reality chief collector. The police graft is one of the richest Stone has. The rake-off from saloons that are supposed to close at one and from crooked gambling joints and illegal resorts of various kinds, amounts, I suppose, to not less than ten to fifteen thousand dollars a week.
He ate six slices and drank a mug of pear cider, then crossed his legs and drawled, "Was a fellow on the Nevada they called Frisco Cooley." "What about him, Dammy?" "Nothin'. He was as tall as me. Skinny, though. Used to imitate actors in shows. Got discharged in 1919." "Was he a nice boy, Dammy?" "No," said Adam, and reached for the pear-cider bottle.
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