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Do we want Jakey to marry Rosa Steinfeld?" "You've got my vote," says I. "I'll have it here in ten minutes." And I starts for the safe deposit vaults. I comes back with the money done up in a big bundle, and then Buck and me takes the journalist reporter around to another door and we let ourselves into one of the office rooms.
Look how it works. When the big fellows wanted to unload Little Copper, they sent Jakey Fallow into the New York Stock Exchange to yell out: 'I'll buy all or any part of Little Copper at fifty five, Little Copper being at fifty-four. And in thirty minutes them cottontails financiers, some folks call them bid up Little Copper to sixty.
"Fran " Abbott began. Fran made a mouth at him. "I don't belong to your school any more," she informed him. "Mr. School-Director can tell you the name of what he can do to me; he'll find it classified under the E's." After this explosion, she turned again to the lad: "I saw you punch that boy, Jakey, and I heard you say you didn't, and yet it was a good punch. What made you deny it?
Even after Jack Harpe and Fat Jakey had reached the outer air and presumably gone elsewhere swiftly, there was no sound from the other room. Racey, his gun ready, waited. At first his impulse had been incontinently to flee the premises as Jack and Jake had done. But a saving second thought held him where he was.
Smith, from Mayville, and established her in Crompton Place as its mistress, but that good woman had little to say, and allowed the servants to have their way in everything. The change from her quiet home to all the grandeur and ceremony of the Crompton House did not suit her, and she returned, like Jakey, to her household gods when the family came back in the spring.
They sallied down the front walk under the artillery fire of hostile eyes from the green veranda. They continued merry. Jakey even swaggered, fancying himself a part of it; he regretted his short trousers. When Robert Clinton overtook them, he was red and breathless, but Fran's beribboned hat was clutched triumphantly in his hand. It was he who first discovered the ambuscade.
He hoped that all the boys of the 88 outfit would be at the ranch. He hoped that Luke Tweezy would be there, too. Lanpher and Tweezy together, the pups. "Fat Jakey Pooley's li'l playmates," he muttered and swore again heartily. He understood now the true reason for Jack Harpe's lack of activity.
Every variety and type of countenance from the Parisian "Jakey" with villainous eyes, sharp features and black soaplocks, to the jolly old patriarch, gray and stout, and somewhat stiff in the joints, who has been a cab-driver for over forty years perhaps presents itself to your view.
"Better leave your mother here," he said, when she told him of her determination to unravel the mystery. "No," she answered. "Mother must go. I expect much from a sight of her old home and Jakey." Jack shivered as he recalled the Rev. Charles Mason's picture of that home, but he would not enlighten her. She must guess something from Jakey's note to the Colonel, he thought.
"The first thing I knew," Fran said, resuming her private conversation with Jakey, "I had a mother, but no father not that he was dead, oh, bless you, he was alive enough but before my birth he deserted mother. Uncle turned us out of the house. Did we starve, that deserted mother and her little baby? I don't look starved, do I? Pshaw!
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