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Updated: May 3, 2025
"I know you always take a turn in the park at this hour, Mr. Converse. I beg your pardon, but may I walk for a few steps with you?" "Why do you want to walk with me?" "It's a matter " "I never discuss business on the street, sir. Come to my office to-morrow." He marched on and Farr went along behind him. "You heard?" demanded the attorney. "I heard." Farr replied very respectfully, but he kept on.
He had been restraining his feelings with all the strength of his will since Farr had announced his intentions. His departure was flight. He began to run away down the sidewalk. "Saint Joseph, guard my tongue!" he gasped over and over. "I'll go very fast so that I not say it, for I am only old Pickaroon, and he is fine gentlemans!" He continued to weep broken-heartedly. "Mr.
And sometimes, mebbe, some man what have the power will come here and see all these poor little grave and then he go and choke the lion what eat all these poor childs." "What kind of man would that be?" pondered Farr.
No legislation can take from them the resource of mendicity, of one kind or another, as a safeguard, in ordinary circumstances, against death by famine; and experience shows that those who are brought up in habits of mendicity, or of continued association with mendicants, will trust to this resource, and marry and rear families, where no other prospect of their maintenance can be perceived; whereas those who have been brought up in habits of comparative comfort, and accustomed to artificial wants, will look to bettering their condition, and be influenced by the preventive check of moral restraint, to a degree, as Mr Farr judging from the general results of the registration of marriages in England expresses it, which 'will hardly be credited when stated in figures.
They trudged in silence back to the city Etienne to take his rake and pike-pole from the hands of the man who had substituted at the rack, and Farr to resume surly domination over his sweating Italians. "The martyrs," Etienne had called them. The notion of that stuck in Farr's brooding thoughts.
"That's no murderer that man." "I am waiting," repeated Farr. Detective Mullaney flushed. There were murmurs of hostility in the throng about him. He ran over swiftly in his mind the contents of his note-book and fortified his courage. "I haven't secured a warrant yet but I'll take your dare," he announced. He started to come down the aisle.
Walker Farr smiled and he could express in a smile more than most men can express in speech. "An original idea has just occurred to me, Citizen Drew," he said, with humorous drawl in his tones. "I'm sure nothing like it has ever been thought of before. There ought to be a new party formed in this country a party outside all the others. No, not a party, exactly! What should I call it?
I don't forget a man who shoots off low-down sneers at me. Here! You come back here! I want to ask a few questions, my man." Farr continued on his way, opening his book. "If I ever see you again " blustered the lover. "I sincerely hope that will never happen," remarked the stranger, without turning his head.
"With but one exception all the lands and buildings within each of these election precincts as so created, were owned or controlled by the coal corporations; every person resident within such precincts was an employe of these private corporations or their allied companies, with the single exception: every judge, clerk or officer of election with the exception of a saloon keeper, and partner of Farr, was an employe of the coal-companies.
"She gave you all you could stuff into yourself, you loafer. You ransacked when her back was turned. You even stole her husband's Sunday suit. Where is it?" "I saw a fat tramp running away into the woods," returned Farr, quietly. "He was carrying articles in his arms." "You're the only tramp in sight around here," insisted the contractor. "Where did you hide the plunder?"
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