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I inclose certificate of Assistant-surgeon O' Flaherty, the surgeon being at present absent on leave certifying to his physical fitness for a commission in his Majesty's service. Mr. O' Connor having been brought up from childhood in the regiment is already perfectly acquainted with the work, and will therefore be able to take up his duties without difficulty.
"Looks loike Rache has found a beau, or is looking for one," giggled Mother Flaherty, showing her yellow fangs with unpleasant recklessness. Hemphill resented this with dignity. "I guess you must 'a' forgot she and Will Price was keepin' comp'ny when that gun went off and shot him. She don't never say much Rache don't but she's gret to remember.
And then as soon as ever he seen her coming he put out his hand, and gripped a hold of Patsy Flaherty by the arm, and 'Stop, ye divil, says he.
"God is good, Flaherty," replied the priest. "He sent O'Connell a baby to take him up nearer to Himself. Ye're right. He's NOT the same man. It's the good Catholic he is again as he was as a boy. An' it's I'm thankful for that same." Father Cahill smiled happily.
They all knew everything about him, which turned out to be just nothing, which they were ready to swear to. One believed Father Flaherty made the Bible, another believed the Devil still chained in Columbia College a third believed the stars were lanterns to guide priests the only angels they know on their way to heaven." "Truly!" exclaims the man of the spectacles, in a moment of abstraction.
Fitzgerald took himself away. "Near midnight, the tall black figure of solemn-faced Father Flaherty stalked in. He was not pleased with the McCartys, but went to the side of the dying child, fondled her little wasted hand in his own, and whispered a prayer for her soul.
Ivry wan supposed he lived in a three most iv th' time, to be out iv th' way iv O'Grady. "Well, wan day O'Grady he seen Flaherty walkin' down th' sthreet with a pair iv lavender pants f'r Willum Joyce to wear to th' Ogden Grove picnic, an' thried to heave a brick at him.
It had Flaherty down on th' flure an' was feedin' him with a book they call th' 'Christyan Martyrs, whin Mrs. O'Grady put a bottle in Flaherty's hands. 'What's this? says Flaherty. 'Howly wather, says Mrs. O'Grady. 'Sprinkle it on him, says Mrs. O'Grady. 'Woman, says th' tailor between th' chapter iv th' book, 'this is no time f'r miracles, he says.
They could see he wasn't a Spaniard, although he had on a Spanish uniform. Several officers looked him over, and then a private of the Seventy-first Regiment saw him and yelled, "Good Lord, that's Flaherty." That man grew up in my district, and he was once the most patriotic American boy on the West Side. He couldn't see a flag without yellin' himself hoarse.
But no matter spite of him I'll have my swing the day, and it's I that will tear away with a good horse under me and a good whip over him in a capital style, up and down the street of Ballynavogue, for you, Miss Car'line Flaherty! Honor. Gerald O'Blaney! Oh, brother! Mercy! Don't! any thing rather than that Phil. Honor. Phil. Phoo! you've taken a prejudice.
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