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Wan night she wasn't in; an' th' nex' night ol' man Donahue come to th' dure, an' says, 'Ye can put in th' coal at th' back dure, he says, an' near broke th' la-ad's heart. Las' week he pulled himself together, an' wint up th' r-road again. He took his cornet with him in a green bag; an', whin he got in front iv Donahue's house, he outs with th' horn, an' begins to play.
In the light of Carroll's illuminating talk, in the remembrance of Sheldon's bitter denunciation, in the knowledge of Pat Donahue's estimate of a peculiar type of ball-player, Madge Ellston found herself judging the man bravely trying to resist his charm, to be fair to him and to herself. Carroll soon made his way to her side and greeted her with his old familiar manner of possession.
Officer Cassidy uttered a glad cry. "Why couldn't we hit him a lick," he suggested, brightly, "an' tell th' Cap. he resisted us in th' exercise of our jooty?" An instant gleam of approval and enthusiasm came into Officer Donahue's eyes.
Patrick's piper that played the last snake out of Ireland!" was Frenchy Donahue's complaint, "it was holdin' a wake over you two fellers, we was, all the night long." "Where did you put in the night, anyway?" asked Whistler. "Say! we didn't have no more home than a rabbit," cried Ikey. "After we got ashore," began Frenchy, when Torry interrupted to ask: "How did you do that?
We're all with ye. At that th' poor, deluded loon tackled it again; an' th' crowd yells: 'Hist it up. There ye go. No, be hivins he fell at th' last jump. An', by dad, though he thried f'r half an hour, he cud not land th' 'shall fade fr'm me heart. At th' last break th' light in Molly Donahue's window wint out, an' th' crowd dispersed. Felix was discons'late.
Saxon had stopped the morning paper, but frequently Maggie Donahue's boy, who served a Tribune route, tossed an "extra" on her steps. From its editorials Saxon gleaned that organized labor was trying to run the country and that it was making a mess of it.
"You don't know his address?" "No, I heart he was livin' mit your sister Kate." "Donahue's in a saloon, I reckon." "Always. He tondt know nodding else. You can fint him in the directory Chon Donahue, barkeep." "All right. Much obleeged." Haney looked around. "I don't suppose any of the boys are livin' here now?" "Von or two.
The experience certainly warrants the supposition that I have at least a passing acquaintance with a few phases of Bowery life. I will be pleased to place whatever knowledge and experience I have at the service of my friend Donahue's friends." Rivington seemed ill at ease. "I say," he said somewhat entreatingly, "I thought you're not stringing us, are you?
A Pinkerton seized his arm to prevent a second shot, and dragged him along. At the same instant a wilder roar went up from the strikers, while a volley of stones came from between Saxon's house and Maggie Donahue's. The scabs and their protectors made a stand, drawing revolvers. From their hard, determined faces fighting men by profession Saxon could augur nothing but bloodshed and death.
"Then I got out my horse and rode up the creek and through some of the camps on the Copah detour. The star-eyed goddess of reform had evidently landed on that coast, too. Donahue's Hungarians were singing war-songs around their camp-fire, as usual, and Contadini's Tuscans were out in full force, guying the night-shift track-layers. But there was no bad blood, and no whisky to breed it.
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