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Lester Wallack, in his peerless elegance; Laura Keene, in her spiritual beauty; the quaint, eccentric Walcot; the richly humorous Blake, so noble in his dignity, so firm and fine and easy in his method, so copious in his natural humour; Mary Gannon, sweet, playful, bewitching, irresistible; Mrs.
I did ask at an office if they had an old coat they could give me. I hadn't one worth wearing. I did get an old coat, and, as you say, it was ragged." "Our father gave you that," went on Laddie. "Or he told one of his real estate men to do it." "Yes, that's right I remember now. I did beg a coat from a real estate office," said Mr. Gannon. "And that was your father's place, was it?
"Ah, I see you have brought the nurse," were the words with which he greeted Dr. Farnham. And the voice was as thrilling in its tone as the face was in its expression. "But," he suddenly exclaimed, as his eyes met mine, "this is not Mrs. Gannon." And he hurriedly drew the doctor down the hall.
So he interrupted with: "And have you got that ragged coat now, Mr. Tramp I mean Mr. Gannon? Have you got that coat now?" "Have I got that ragged coat, you mean?" asked the man. "Yes. Our daddy wants it back!" Mr. Gannon looked a bit surprised. "Not to wear," explained Russ quickly. "He doesn't want it to wear. You can keep it, I guess.
Gannon was our neighbor in the next room, a widow who earned her livelihood by nursing the sick; and I was only too glad to have her with me at this time, for my poor Ada's face was growing more and more deathly, and I began to fear she had but prophesied the truth when she said this was her wedding-day. I was detained only a few minutes, but when I came back with Mrs.
"I'll give you work there," said the children's father. "All right, I'll come," promised Mr. Gannon. "And the next time any one gives me an old coat I'll look in the torn lining, as well as in the pockets, and if I find any valuable papers I can give them back right away."
"What cat?" the children's mother wanted to know. "It was the red-haired lumberman's cat," Russ went on. "We went to his cabin, over at Green Pond, where Mr. Barker lives. His name is Mike Gannon the tramp lumberman, I mean. Mr. Hurd told us about him, and we went to see him and " "I forgot to ask him a riddle!" broke in Laddie. "Never mind about riddles now, my dear," said Mother Bunker softly.
"Have you two boys really been somewhere?" "We found the red-haired tramp lumberman, I told you," said Russ, "but he didn't have those papers." "Let me hear all about it once again," begged Daddy Bunker. He seemed as much excited as Russ and Laddie had been when they first saw Mr. Gannon. "First let me get them something to eat," said Grandma Bell.
I believe I have never in my life before feared anything or any human being. But I confess I was afraid of Dr. Gannon, the jail physician. I dreaded the hour of his visit. "I will show you who rules this place. You think you do. But I will show you that you are wrong." Some such friendly greeting as this was frequent from Dr. Gannon on his daily round. "Anything you desire, you shall not have.
The Shee an Gannon made no answer, but left the king and pushed away to know could he find why the Gruagach was silent. He took a glen at a step, a hill at a leap, and travelled all day till evening. Then he came to a house. The master of the house asked him what sort was he, and he said: "A young man looking for hire."
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