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Updated: June 17, 2025
I remember a "Sissy Madigan," who seemed a wonder of beauty and charm. There was great excitement when the Athenaeum caught on fire. I can see the trunks being dragged down the stairs to the damage of the banisters, and great confusion and dismay among our boarders. A small boy was hurried in his nightie across the street and kept till all danger had passed.
"It's a new friend of mine," gasped I, beginning to see that I must lose her, and hoping the lump in my throat wouldn't get any bigger than it was. "What is her name?" asked mother. I had no time to answer. The girl did that. "I'm Norah Madigan," she said. Her tone was respectful, and, maybe, sad. At any rate, it had a curious sound.
We knew that no woman could out-argue our seasoned old politicians, and when Calvin Briggs, who has planned all the inside work in the congressional district for twenty years, got up and showed just why woman ought not to intrude, there was an abashed silence all over the house, until Emma Madigan, who is a town character and does just as she pleases, got up.
"Where do you live?" "Beyant the fair-grounds." "You're not not Norah Madigan?" She leaned back and clasped her hands behind her head. Then she smiled at me teasingly. "I am that," she said, showing her perfect teeth. I caught my breath with a sharp gasp. Ought I to turn back to my parents? Had I been so naughty that I had called the naughtiest girl in the whole county out to me?
If you have been so cursedly exclusive as all that, North, perhaps you haven't been in touch with any of the justices of the supreme court, as I have." "You have, eh?" "I called Davenport and Madigan on the telephone." "What excuse could they give for sending their snap opinions over the wire on the inquiry of a fool?" "They offered no excuse. They couldn't.
"Signed, 'Madigan, Justice Supreme Judicial Court. Back to the door, Mac Tavish. Here, Miss Bunker, insert this in the record." "This is simply preposterous!" exploded the Senator. "Rather irregular, certainly," Stewart confessed. "But I didn't ask 'em for red tape! I asked 'em for quick action to prevent bloodshed!"
There they were safe from the fire of the Indians, for the platform around the wall of the fort prevented the Indians from shooting into the ravine. Parnell's company immediately began the escalade of the cliffs. Madigan had not been so fortunate. Where he struck the ravine the wall happened to be absolutely sheer. Descent was not practicable.
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