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She was, it might be said, deeply and irrevocably committed to these beliefs: they settled and explained everything, and no more need to think or worry. It was simply not to be endured that Henrietta Cooney should cheekily sit there and try to unsettle everything, pretending.... "But understand me, Cally," Henrietta was saying, with provoking calm. "Of course I didn't like that letter a bit.
She inquired for Chas Cooney, who kept books from one of those lofty stools, but Chas was reported sick in bed, as Cally then remembered that Hen had told her, some days since. Accordingly the visitors fell into the hands of Mr. MacQueen, whom Carlisle, in the years, had seen occasionally entering or leaving papa's study o' nights. MacQueen was black, bullet-headed, and dour.
The car came to a standstill, and Cally was reminded of another afternoon, long ago, when she and Hen Cooney had encountered Mr. V.V. upon this humming corner. This time, she knew which way to look. "There it is.... Confess, Hugo, you're surprised that it's so small!" But Hugo helped no new-thoughter to belittle honest business. "Unlike some I could mention, I've seen factories before," quoth he.
"Why for the pratie crops to fail still; sure it's only the beginning o' May now, and who knows but we might have the happiness to see a right good general failure of the praties still? Eh? ha, ha, ha!" "Upon my sounds, Cooney, you have taken a good deal of weight off of me. Faith we have the lookout of a bad potato crop yet, sure enough. How is the wind?
And she could not doubt that this port where she had arrived at last was no other than the gate of Life.... "Why, that's Chas Cooney!" said Cally, suddenly, gazing down. From the cab below there had stepped a tall young man, out upon her sidewalk. She recognized her cousin with instant surprise; and consciousness, returning to her again, set a little frown between her level brows.
"I've been hunting you for months," he told him. "Hunting for me?" echoed Dick. "Yes," answered Jack. "I traced you through the Lost Cities, then to Cooney, then up in the Tularosas. At Fort Grant they put me on the right trail." As the clouds break, revealing the blue of the heavens, so Dick's memory came back to him. He shrank from the man at his side.
So the verdict went to Hen Cooney, who telephoned from Saltman's; and so it went to Jem Noonan, who was to be found waiting in front of the Dabney House every evening in these days, silently biting a Heth Plantation Cheroot, which he smoked because Kern made them, though secretly preferring the White River brand, made by the Trust. A great capacity for waiting had Jem.
The car started with a little jump. "Why, aren't you going to stop?" It was Hen Cooney who thus sounded the note of rather indignant surprise, not the man from the slums, who, understanding, stood tall and silent, lifting his old derby.... Cally, looking straight ahead, replied: "I can't stop now." That left the whole matter indeterminate; nobody was committed to anything, one way or another.
Easier said than done, no doubt. Yet Cally's thoughts had at least received a powerful new twist, which is the beginning of reconstruction. And it was only a day or two later that mamma in her turn received an arousing blow, in that debasing of her by the Associated Charities which her niece-in-law, Henrietta Cooney, had mentioned to the Dabney House.
Here, on the next seat, sat that "strong necessity" which had impelled Vivian to attack Mr. Heth in the papers. "I remember you," said Carlisle, slowly. "I understood from Miss Cooney that you had been very sick. You don't look sick especially." "I been away, ma'am. On a Trip," explained the pale operative with a kind of eagerness. "Dr.
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