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But if only she hadn't stopped going inside. If only her heart would soon begin to beat again.... Chas Cooney was winking his keen eyes. "He'd got clear there was plenty of time.... One of the negro women was knocked over by a flying splinter.... Things were falling all around. So he stopped for her.... She wasn't hurt at all, when we pulled her out.... Of course Uncle Thornton was back in it all.
She knew that the Cooney habit of monopolizing all conversation, and dashing straight through every topic, was only their poor-but-proud way of showing off: sometimes it was a little irritating, but to-night only rather fatiguing to the ear-drums.
Under the flickering Cooney gas, the two stood staring at each other. The young man hurried on: "I've had it on my mind ever since, and have wanted very much to tell you.... I've felt that what I I said to you was all wrong most unjust...." He hesitated; and the gold-and-black lashes, so piquant and gay, fell. "Take your jump! Take your jump!" called Major Cooney in the dining-room.
"And I said to Hen," observed Major Cooney to his fashionable niece, having now got his short history of the world down as far as the '80s "now stop your whining around me, Miss. If you've got to whine, go down to the cellar and stand in the corner. Well " "Why could she whine in the cellar, father? That point isn't clear, sir," said Tee Wee's deep voice.
Why, Pomp, ole fellur, you hab made a mistake de varmint ain't dar, 'Cooney nebber trees upon buttonwood nebber you oughter know better'n dat, ole fool! "Abe's speech drew my attention to the tree. But why should the 'coon not `tree' upon it, as well as any other? I put the question to my companion. "`'Cause, massa, its bark am slickery. De varmint nebber takes to 'im.
"At all events, let us have a glass on the head of it, and we'll drink to the failure of the potato craps, and God prosper the aist wind, for it's the best for you an' me, Cooney, that's goin'. Come up to the house above, and we'll have a glass on the head of it."
What more useful than assisting to shield her father from undeserved abuse?... "It's only me, Cally," said Henrietta Cooney's voice, "or I, as they've got it in the grammars. I just called up to tell you not to forget the meeting to-morrow." "What meeting, Hen?" "I see I did well to call," came over the wire, on the wings of the Cooney laugh.
There was much fun and enthusiasm, when the assumed Hogan would be asked to gain through Cooney, or Bloomer would make a run, and the make-believe Foster Rockwell would urge the pseudo Yale team on to victory. John DeWitt had more than one encounter that afternoon with Captain Rafferty of Yale.
Not in that singular experience in the Cooney parlor, not even in the memorable New Year's moment in her own library, had Carlisle been swept with such a desire to dissociate herself from her own person, to sneak away from herself, to drop through the floor.
"A glorious saison, blessed be His name! I don't think ever I remimber a finer promise of the craps." "Throth, nor I, the meadows is a miracle to look at." "Divil a thing else but the white, an' oats, an' early potatoes, beat anything ever was seen." "Throth, the poor will have them for a song, Jemmy." "Ay, or for less, Cooney; they'll be paid for takin' them."
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