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Gannon, whom, as you will remember, I had left in charge of my poor Ada's remains when sudden duty in the shape of Dr. Farnham carried me away to the bedside of Mrs. Pollard; and if this also came to naught, to burst the bonds of secrecy which I had maintained, and by taking this same Dr.
"This is the coat all right that I got at a real estate office in Pineville," said Mr. Gannon. "But every pocket was empty when I got it. I remember feeling in them. There were no papers at all. If there were ever any in the pockets they must have dropped out before I got the coat. The pockets are full of holes, anyhow. I'm sorry!" So were Laddie and Russ. They watched while Mr.
In a little while they were traveling along through the woods, down the same hill on which Zip had chased the rabbit. This time Zip had been left in the barn with Tom Hardy. Daddy Bunker was driving the horse. "Here's the gate where the man told us about Mr. Gannon," said Russ, pointing out the driveway. The man on guard knew Grandma Bell, and let them go on through.
Gannon is chief of a hospital. Yet Alice Paul and I found we had been taking baths in one of the tubs here, in which this syphilitic child, an incurable, who has his eyes bandaged all the time, is also bathed. He has been here a year. Into the room where he lives came yesterday two children to be operated on for tonsillitis. They also bathed in the same tub.
But when the moments were no longer few and there were no signs from the dressing-room doors the people in the rear seats rose howling in a body. There were cries of "Fake" and "Give us our money" and the man in the ring, Diamond Joe Gannon, held up his hands in vain for silence. For awhile it looked as though there would be a riot. Had Ballard Senior succeeded?
Gannon and I involuntarily turned and looked at each other. "Mrs. Pollard!" repeated the good nurse, wonderingly. "I did not know she was sick" "She wasn't this noon. It is a sudden attack. Apoplexy we call it. She fell at the news of Mr. Barrows' death." And with this parting shot, he went out and closed the door behind him.
"And were you ever a tramp?" Russ asked. "Well, yes, you could call me that," admitted the red-haired man, speaking slowly. "I'm a sort of tramp lumberman. I never like to stay long in one place, and so I'm roving all over. You could call me a tramp." "That's good," said Russ. "Well, sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't," said Mr. Gannon.
And seemingly satisfied to have dropped this seed in my breast, she tremblingly arose, and going for her writing-desk, brought it back and laid it on the lounge by her side. "Go for Mrs. Gannon," she said. Mrs.
And there they have been all this while in the lining of the old coat." "And I never knew it," said Mr. Gannon. "Are you sure they are the papers you want?" "The very ones," answered Mr. Bunker, glancing at them. "And they are worth a lot of money, too. I am very glad I found them." "So am I," said the lumberman.
Gannon went through each pocket of the ragged coat once more. But it was of no use. No papers were to be found. "Come on, Laddie," said Russ in a low voice to his brother. "We'd better go back home. Good-bye!" he called over his shoulder to the red-haired lumberman. "Good-bye," answered Mr. Gannon. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I haven't your daddy's papers."
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