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Healy's horse twitched and staggered, but the rider was unhurt. The officer on the ledge, a perfect target, was the heart of a very hail of lead, but when he sank again to cover he was by some miracle still unhurt. "They'll try a flank attack next time," Keller told himself. Up to date the honors were easily his.
While these facts were unknown in the semi-retirement of "Layton," they speedily came to Molly Healy's ears. She acted with a customary impulse that was imprudent with such a nature as Desmond O'Connor's. One morning on his way to "The Mercury" office he was stopped by Molly. "Desmond," she said, "what is this I am hearing of you?"
"It will be nobody's fault but your own; but you couldn't help being good. Didn't Father Healy tell me ." "Hush!" cried Kathleen; "you must not give Father Healy's secrets away." At the church gates they held a daily conference with Molly Healy. She had interested Mrs.
It was an excellent combination, and there can be no doubt but that, during the time that the connection existed between them, Parnell owed much towards the successful carrying on of the national struggle to his young secretary's inspiration. Michael Davitt, in his "Fall of Feudalism," pays a high tribute to Healy's splendid service in connection with Gladstone's Land Act.
But I kept on the way I was going, and just by a miracle my pony almost stumbled over a dead cow lying in the brush. That set me thinking. That night I rode over to Healy's and asked an explanation. "He had one ready. Some one else must have killed the cow. He found the calf wandering about alone, and branded it.
Molly Healy, who was preparing to drive home in Father Healy's jinker, cried out: "Denis is a great man! His heart is as big as your own, Granny!" Kathleen kissed the old lady as she answered: "I could not long be cross with anyone whom you loved." "God reward you, Honey, for your kindness to an old woman," said Mrs. Quirk, lovingly.
Weskin anyhow. But I d'n' know who I can get now. There's Mrs. Healy's husband, o' course; but when a woman looks happier in her coffin 'n she ever looked out of it it's more'n a hint to them's stays behind to fight shy o' her husband. They say he used to throw dishes at her, 'n' I never could stand that I'm too careful o' my china to risk any such goin's on." Mrs.
Healy's wife was a kind woman enough, but she had been brought up different to me; and it worried me so to have Stephen hanging round there that I hadn't much to say to her any way.
We had been too well brought up to think of working in the fields, as the Healys and others of the neighbours did; and the day was long longer to Stephen than to me. I used to read and sing to him and the babies; and if we got through the day without his straying off to Healy's or some of the neighbours, I was happy.
"You know I happen to be connected with a business house on Main Street myself." "Sure, I know it, and there's Marshall Field's on State Street, and Lyon & Healy's on Wabash Avenue, and Hart, Schaffner & Marx over by the Chicago River; just the same as here. But I well, of course, there's a story back of it all.
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