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Thus have we followed Art Maguire from his youth up to the present stage of his life, attempting, as well as we could, to lay open to our readers his good principles and his bad, together with the errors and ignorances of those who had the first formation of his character we mean his parents and family.
He took down his hat as he spoke, and brought Art up to one of those general shops that are to be found in every country town like Ballykeerin. "Mr. Trimble," said he, "Art Maguire wants a plain substantial suit o' clothes, that will be chape an' wear well, an' I'll be accountable for them; Art, sir, has taken the pledge, an' is goin' to turn over a new lafe, an' be as he wanst was, I hope."
It was lucky that he did not know this, or he would have felt still more unhappy. But it is now time to turn to Micky Maguire and Mr. Gilbert, whose joint scheme had met with so much success. Micky Maguire waited until Dick was actually on the way to the station-house, and then started for Pearl Street to acquaint Gilbert with the success of his machinations.
There had been more than enough of it, Mr Stumfold thought; and if it were continued, Mr Stumfold would would make Littlebath too hot to hold the Christian Examiner. That was the full meaning of Mr Stumfold's threat; and, as the editor knew Mr Stumfold's power, the editor wisely turned a cold shoulder upon Mr Maguire.
This bidding she obeyed, and on that side there was no hope at all for Lady Ball. I fear there was much of cowardice on Sir John's part. He had, in truth, forgiven Margaret any offence that she had committed in reference to Mr Maguire.
"You mean Dick?" said Tim, interrogatively, for Richard was to him a strange name. "No, he didn't, then. He wouldn't steal. I never know'd him to." "Then you know Dick?" "Yes, sir. I've knowed him ever since I was so high," indicating a point about three feet above the floor. "Then who did take it, if not he?" "Micky Maguire." "Who is he?" "He blacks boots."
Rockwell believed him. "Let me see," he said, reflecting; "can you be at my store to-morrow morning at ten o'clock?" "I can," said Micky, promptly. "What is your name?" "Micky Maguire." "Good-night, Michael." "Good-night, sir," said Micky, respectfully. He walked away with a crowd of new thoughts and new aspirations kindling in his breast.
Maguire, what has been termed a hedge-priest a character which, as we have already said, the poverty of the Catholic people, during the existence of the penal laws, and the consequent want of spiritual instruction, rendered necessary.
There was nothing of the traditional prize-fighter about Barney Maguire, except his vocabulary and his lower jaw. I had seen over his house already, and it was fitted and decorated throughout by a high-art firm which exhibits just such a room as that which was the scene of our tragedietta.
"It seems almost like home, after what we have been through," remarked Ruth. "I wish there was something to eat here," said Alice, after a stroll about the vicinity of the hut. "Whoever lives here must get their supplies in from day to day, and eat them all up." "Or they may be out after supplies now," added Mrs. Maguire.
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