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Updated: May 16, 2025
"When the bloodthirsty mob of maddened citizens has closed in on the motorman, some bringing camp stools and sitting quite close to him, and all shouting, 'Lynch him! Policeman Fogarty forces his way through them to the side of their prospective victim. "'Hello, Mike, says the motorman in a low voice, 'nice day. Shall I sneak off a block or so, or would you like to rescue me?
For several moments Nick Carter examined it very intently, with his brows gradually knitting closer and closer; and all the while Officer Fogarty, and the group of men in the gravel walk a few yards distant, mutely gazed and wondered.
Fogarty interrupted the little girl's thoughts with the remark, "Now them 'Asylums' is just beautiful, honey darlin' an' you'll be as happy as the day is long. You'll "
Fogarty, but then, dear, we don't invite that sort of people to dinner, do we?" and another laugh rippled out. "Yes, sometimes," answered Jane in all sincerity. "Not Fogarty, because he would be uncomfortable if he came, but many of the others just as humble. We really have very few of any other kind. I like them all. Many of them love me dearly."
"Who's on the beach, I say?" he shouted again. "Fogarty and Uncle Ike," someone answered. "Polhemus! Good! All hands on the cart, men; boat can't live in that surf. She lies to the north of us!" And he swung himself out of the door and down the stairs. "God help 'em, if they've got to come through that surf!" Parks said, slinging on his coat.
Merton looked closely into the face of the old marquis, whose eyes, dropping senile tears, showed no sign of recognition. Dr. Fogarty next adjusted a silken bandage, over a wad of cotton wool, which he placed on the eyes of the prisoner. Merton then took farewell of Dr. Fogarty supported the tottering steps of Lord Restalrig, and they led him to the gate.
I left him at midnight standing in the middle of his room and singing 'The Land o' the Leal' in a low tone savoured with vast dignity. I was soon near out of money and at my wit's end, but my will was unconquered. In this plight I ran upon Fogarty, the policeman who had been the good angel of my one hopeful day in journalism. His manner invited my confidence. 'What luck? said he.
"Fogarty!" cried the captain, beckoning over his shoulder with his head. Tod stepped up and stood at attention; as quick in reply as if two steel springs were fastened to his heels. "Looks rather soapy, Fogarty. May come on thick. Better take a turn to the inlet and see if that yawl is in order. We might have to cross it to-night. We can't count on this weather.
Markham, an elderly man, clean shaven, prompt-looking, with very keen dark eyes, sitting at a writing table, with a few instruments of his profession lying about. The table stood on an oblong space of uncarpeted and polished flooring of some extent. Dr. Fogarty withdrew, the other doctor motioned Merton to a chair on the opposite side of the table.
And Pius IX his predecessor's motto was Crux upon Crux that is, Cross upon Cross to show the difference between their two pontificates." The inference was allowed. Mr. Cunningham continued. "Pope Leo, you know, was a great scholar and a poet." "He had a strong face," said Mr. Kernan. "Yes," said Mr. Cunningham. "He wrote Latin poetry." "Is that so?" said Mr. Fogarty. Mr.
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