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Flannigan, every person in this house has got to work, as I also explained to you. You are appointed dishwasher and scullery maid." The policeman looked dazed. Then, slowly, like dawn over a sleeping lake, a light of comprehension grew in his face. "Sure," he said, laying his helmet on the table. "I'll be glad to be doing anything I can to help. Me and Mrs. Wilson we used to be friends.
"No, that picture of you that I did last winter. She is crazy she says she is going upstairs and sit in Takahiro's room and take smallpox and die." "Fiddlesticks!" I said rudely, and somebody hammered on the door and opened it. "Pardon me for disturbing you," Bella said, in her best dear-me-I'm-glad-I-knocked manner. "But Flannigan says the dinner has not come." "Good Lord!" Jim exclaimed.
P. Flannigan went to the Corps School, first as a bomber and afterwards as a Lewis gun instructor; and I never had his services again. Brigadier-General Ovens was a pleasant, genial Irishman, who tried to make us all feel at home in his mess. But I doubt whether the Irish really understand the Northumbrians or vice versa.
"If they are 'cold-water' men, as you contemptuously dub them, you'll find they will fight like heroes for what they believe to be right," remarked Dr. Dalton. "Well," answered Flannigan, "they may, Charley; but I am tould they go in for petticoat government, for the best man among them is a woman. If such be the case we are not worth much if we let them bate us."
Flannigan was nomynated enthusyastically at a prim'ry held in his bar-rn; an' before Willie Boye had picked out pants that wud match th' color iv th' Austhreelyan ballot this here Flannigan had put a man on th' day watch, tol' him to speak gently to anny ray-gistered voter that wint to sleep behind th' sthove, an' was out that night visitin' his frinds. Who was it judged th' cake walk? Flannigan.
It was the little square box. I knew by the sound that they had placed it near the davit, and almost exactly under my head. I looked over again. Flannigan was pouring something out of a paper into his hand. It was white and granular the same that I had seen him use in the morning.
It was just after dinner that the surprise was sprung on me. Mr. Harbison came around to me gravely, and asked me if I felt able to go up on the roof. On the roof, after last night! I had to gather myself together; luckily, the others were pushing back their chairs, showing Flannigan the liqueur glasses to take up, and lighting cigars. "I do not care to go," I said icily.
"Let's see, Farday, Fenton, Figaro, Flannigan, Ford, Foraham, Fredericks those are all the names in the 'Fs'. No Fogers among them. Why, are you looking for some friends of yours, boys?" "Not exactly friends," replied Tom slowly, "but we know them, and we thought we saw them come aboard, so we wanted to make sure." "They might be under some other name," suggested Ned.
The group of officers in the tent was silent for a long half minute after Colonel Wilson's voice had stopped. Then the General spoke. "There is but one thing to do," he said. "We must get word to Captain Thornton at once." The Colonel thought deeply a moment, and glanced at the orderly outside the tent. "Flannigan!" The man, wheeling swiftly, saluted.
The Lord will look them over and then look at me, and if any one of them isn't there he will say, 'Cartier, where is Tom Flannigan? And I should have to answer, 'Gone to Purgatory for stealing boots. And the Lord will say to me, 'Why, didn't he know better than to steal boots? You ought to have told him. Whatever could I say for myself then?"
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