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If the doors of all the third-class carriages are locked when I arrive at the station, I take it that the company means me to travel first class. Their own action is a clear indication of their intention. There isn't a jury in Ireland would give it against me, even if the case came into court, which, of course, it won't." "I'm going to Donard, too," said Miss King. "Are you?
I have seen similar paragraphs which proved to me that, in the barony of Lecale, County Down, my father's part, the people, though not so demonstrative as the "mountainy men," can still, as ever, be relied upon to stand as firm as Slieve Donard itself for creed and country.
Would you mind telling me why you went all the way to Donard to warn me about the drains?" "To be perfectly frank by the way, do you want me to be perfectly frank?" "Certainly. Even at the expense of my peace of mind." "I don't think what I'm going to say now will affect your peace of mind. The fact is, I thought at that time that it would be better for you not to come to Ballymoy.
"Won't you finish your tea?" said Miss King. "He has finished it," said Meldon; "and he'd better not have any more if he means to ride back to Donard. He's not in good training, and another chunk of that rich cake of yours, Miss King, might upset him. Good-bye, Simpkins." "I'd like," said Simpkins, trying to assert himself, "to speak a word to you, Mr. Meldon."
The Slieve Donard, after an unsteady course, had given up. Soon we could hear old Schenke roaring oaths and orders, as his launch came flying on in the wake of the speeding boats. The Germans spurted. We yelled encouragement to the Rhonddas. "Give 'em beans, old sons! . . ." "Rhondda! Rhondda! . . . Shake 'er up" Gallantly the white boat strove to keep her place, but the greens were too strong.
"It'll depend a good deal on the way it's cooked, I suppose," said the Major. "It will also depend upon the judge's reaching Ballymoy. As a matter of fact, I have a plan in my mind which may which probably will prevent his getting further than Donard. I intend to ask Dr. O'Donoghue to co-operate with me.
The drama I wrote for Father Nugent had a temperance moral. It was called "The Germans of Glenmore." It was played several Monday nights in succession, and was well received. Some years afterwards I made it into a story, calling it "The Reapers of Kilbride." This appeared over a frequent signature of mine, "Slieve Donard," in the "United Irishman," the organ of the Home Rule Confederation.
When you asked for the loan of my bicycle this morning, and told me that you and the doctor was off to Donard in a hurry, I made full sure it was him you were after. What have you done with the doctor?" "He'll be here in a few minutes," said Meldon, "and when he comes he'll give you some chloride of lime and a bottle of Condy's Fluid.
He met me at the railway station at Donard, and invited himself to luncheon with me. He also brought a doctor whom he had along with him. Then he warned me that my life wouldn't be safe in Ballymoy. I thought he was the usual sort of fool with scare ideas about leagues and boycotting. But it wasn't that at all.
First of all, he met me at the station at Donard, having travelled twenty miles for the express purpose of trying to prevent my coming on here. Now why did he do that?" "Perhaps he really thought you'd be uncomfortable at the hotel." "He seems to have done his best to make me uncomfortable, anyhow." "And succeeded," said Miss King with a smile. "And succeeded brilliantly.
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