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For years he could with but little effort reconstruct the scene the densely packed crowd flattened against the sides of the barn, the festoons of lanterns, the mingled smell of evergreens, new wood, sachets, and powder smoke; the vague clamour of distress and terror that rose from the throng of guests, the squealing of the buckskin, the uneven explosions of the revolvers, the reverberation of trampling hoofs, a brief glimpse of Harran Derrick's excited face at the door of the harness room, and in the open space in the centre of the floor, himself and Delaney, manoeuvring swiftly in a cloud of smoke.
You didn't say anything that time when we stood there together and Delaney was playing the fool, but, somehow, I got the idea that you didn't want Delaney to do for me one little bit; that if he'd got me then you would have been sorrier than if he'd got any one else. Well, I felt just that way about you.
LIEUT. GEORGE POLLATS, American Red Cross. Cross of St. George PVT. FRED DeLANEY All of "M" Company, 339th Infantry. Also MR. ERNEST RAND, and MR. FRANK OLMSTEAD, Y. M. C. A. St. Anne Silver Medal CORPORAL WALTER J. PICARD, "M" Company, 339th Inf. St. Stanislaus Silver Medal All of "M" Company, 339th Infantry
"You needn't think," observed the clerk, "that just because you are dealing with the Railroad you are going to work us." Genslinger came in, accompanied by Delaney. S. Behrman and the clerk, abruptly dismissing the man with the door-closing machine, put themselves behind the counter and engaged in conversation with these two. Genslinger introduced Delaney.
In the third inning the clever Blake, aided by a base on balls and a hit following, tied the score, and once more struck fire and brimstone from the impatient bleachers. Providence was a town that had to have its team win. "Git at 'em, Reds!" said Delaney gruffly. "Batter up!" called Umpire Fuller, sharply. "Where's Red? Where's the bug? Where's the nut? Delaney, did you lock the gates?
As Presley stood by the door of the house after bringing in a pail of water for the doctor, he was aware of a party of men who had struck off from the road on the other side of the irrigating ditch and were advancing cautiously into the field of wheat. He wondered what it meant and Cutter, coming up at that moment, Presley asked him if he knew. "It's Delaney," said Cutter.
He is a modest youth, who knows his juvenility, and seeks becoming guardianship. But the thing does not concern us at all." "She is my mother, Edward." "True; but still I do not see that the matter should concern us. You do not apprehend that Mr. Patrick Delaney will seek to exercise the authority of a father over either of us?" "No! but I fear she will repent."
Again the priest resumed his reading, but it had no interest to Delaney, who kept calling out directions to Pete Donelly, who was standing in the crowd, as to dispositions to be made of certain bits of stolen property: to give a watch to this one, a ring to another, and so on.
His little claws are blue, and oh! his little nose, and he cannot see; he is stone dead, father." "Well, you shall go into Beaminster to-morrow and buy another mouse," said Mr. Delaney. Diana gazed at him with grave, wondering black eyes. "That would not be Rub-a-Dub," she said; then she buried her little, fat face on his shoulder and sobs shook her frame.
"I chust here him apout quarter of an hour ago, und I ride der horse's legs off ter told yer." "But what is it out with it?" "It's apout dot girl you vos lookin' for. Rosy Delaney, dot Irish vomans vot haf such a long tongue got, she tole me der sthory. Gott im himmel! it vos dreadful!" "But tell me what it is, Dutchy!" exploded Rasco. "Wot is dreadful?"
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