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A slovenly woman was haggling with the pawnbroker about the money for a skirt she had brought to pledge. "Not a cent more than a quarter," he said, contemptuously, tossing the garment aside. "It's half worn out it is, dragging it back and forth over the counter these six months. Take it or leave it. Hallo! What have we here? Little Finnegan, eh? Your mother not dead yet?
"Oh ho ho humph humph humph oh ho ho oh o o humph!" The rhythmic chorus sounded nearer, and the cause manifested itself when the curve of the levee above the French Market was passed. There rose a White Star steamer, insolently settling itself to the water as each consignment of cotton bales was compressed into her hold. "Niggers!" roared Finnegan wrathily. "Niggers! niggers!
Robson to distraction, but she had a natural combative tendency that was at odds with even her loyalty. "Mr. Stillman is a married man," Mrs. Finnegan would insist, doggedly. "And I don't approve of married men taking an interest in young girls. Who knows? he may spoil your daughter's chances." This statement always had the effect of dividing Mrs. Robson against herself. She resented Mrs.
"Get out o' here, ye Finnegan brat," he shouted; "I'll tache ye to come a-guyin' o' me. I'll " The door closed with a bang upon the frightened child, alone in the cold night. The sun saw not its home-coming. It had hidden behind the night clouds, weary of the sight of man and his cruelty. Evening had worn into night. The busy city slept.
But Samuel only shook his head. The plan did not appeal to him. "I'll try to keep out of trouble," he said, "but I MUST make that speech!" So Finnegan went out, shaking his head and grumbling to himself. And Samuel hurried off to see his lawyer friend again. The result of the visit was that Everley exacted from him a solemn promise that he would not go out of the house after dark.
Finnegan held up Ouida's Moths "and I got so interested in it that I just naturally forgot to go home. Finnegan's out, anyway. I was telling him about your good fortune. And all he said was: 'Well, it beats me how an old crow like Mrs. Condor gets paid for singing.
The master-at-arms descended, and in a few moments the unwanted Finnegan appeared a gray-bearded, emaciated, bleary-eyed seaman, who brushed imaginary things from his neck and arms, and stammered, as he removed his cap: "Report for duty, sir." "For duty?" answered the captain, eying him sternly. "For death. You will be allowed the honorable death of an English seaman.
"He's some kind of a nephew of Mrs. Finnegan," he said, "and they call him Jimmy Finnegan, though Finnegan might not be his proper name. He does be helping Finnegan himself about the farm, and they say he's middling useful. But, of course, now the harvest's gathered, Finnegan will be able to do well enough without him till the spring." This did not seem to Dr.
Condor was the chaperon. Finnegan knows her well! She used to hire hacks when Finnegan was in the livery business years ago. She's a gay one, I can tell you. When only the steam-dummy ran out to the Cliff House...." "That's nothing. Everybody who was anybody had dinners at the Cliff House in those days. I remember how my father...." "Yes, Mrs. Robson, maybe you do!
"Who's Finnegan?" asked the child. "He's the barkeeper who gave me something to eat when I first came to town. He's a good man, even if he is a barkeeper." Samuel had often found himself thinking of Finnegan; for it had been altogether against his idea of things that a man so obviously well meaning should be selling liquor. And now suddenly a brilliant idea flashed across his mind.
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