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What I say is that you'd better make your will before you vote for Frome. Make 'em pay fat, for by thunder! you'll be political junk, Mr. Sam Killen." Killen, sweating agony, turned appealingly to Jeff. "I haven't said I was going to vote for Frome. Mr. Rawson's got no right to bulldoze me and I'm not going to stand it."
Davitt, Daly and Killen were arrested for "seditious" speeches in connection with the Land League agitation. To protest against this, Mr. Parnell, previous to his departure for America, attended a great open-air demonstration in Liverpool. The gathering was held in the open space in front of St. George's Hall, and it was computed that about 50,000 people were present.
His shrewd eyes passed with whimsical disgust over Killen and rested on Farnum. The situation made for amusement, since Jeff knew that Big Tim had heard over the transom enough to show that Killen's vote had been recaptured for Hardy. "You've stumbled on a red hot Hardy ratification meeting. Did you come to get into the bandwagon while there is time, Tim?" Jeff asked with twinkling eyes.
You wait here at the 'phone, Jeff, and I'll call you up if you're needed at this end of the line. Better have a taxi waiting below in case you need one. Come along, James." If he did not get to Killen in time it was not Rawson's fault, for he made his car flash up and down Verden's hills with no regard to the speed limit.
Many business men of every community are respectable cowards. The sense of property fills them with a cramping timidity. Part 1 When James reached his office next morning he found Killen waiting for him. One glance at the weak defiant face told him that the legislator was again in revolt. The lawyer felt a surge of disgust sweep over him.
"Well, you can stand by them and us, too, if I can fix up this mortgage proposition for you." "When will you let me know?" asked Killen anxiously. "Will to-morrow morning do? In James' office, say." "I'll have to know before noon," Killen reminded him, flushing with embarrassment. "If I can arrange to get the money and I think I can I'll let you know at eleven. Don't worry, Sam.
"I ain't likely to forget that mortgage either," Killen came back drearily. "I think I can arrange about having the mortgage renewed. Will that do?" "Yes. We're going to have a good year in the lumber business. Probably in twelve months I could clear it off." "Good! And about the little girl she'll have her chance. I promise you that." The mill man wrung his hand, tears in his eyes.
"Oh, damn the facts! You made an agreement. You're going to sell out. That's all there is to it." The young man's face was dark with furious disgust. Killen flared up. "You better be careful how you talk to me, Mr. Farnum. I might want to know what Big Tim was doing in your office yesterday. I might want to know what business took you up to The Brakes by a mighty roundabout way."
He was to have met me here later." "Then I presume he'll be here when he said he would." The eyes of the lawyer were cold and hard as jade. "You can tell him it won't be necessary for me to see him. I've made other arrangements," Killen said uneasily. "You mean that you repudiate your agreement with him. Is that it?" Farnum's voice was like a whiplash. "I've decided to support Frome. Fact is "
When his name was reached James said "Hardy" in a clear distinct voice that brought from the gallery a round of applause sharply checked by the presiding officer. Killen gave his vote for Frome tremulously and shrank from the storm he had evoked.
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