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And he knew that at a quarter past eight he would summon his nerve and reach for his hat, and that his wife would deliver this speech in a querulous tone: "Now, where are you going, I'd like to know, John Perkins?" "Thought I'd drop up to McCloskey's," he would answer, "and play a game or two of pool with the fellows." Of late such had been John Perkins's habit. At ten or eleven he would return.
The trainmaster came to report that a careful search of Callahan's files had not disclosed any message to Leckhard. Also, he added that Dix, who should have come on duty at three o'clock, was still absent. "What do you make out of that?" queried Lidgerwood. McCloskey's scowl was grotesquely horrible. "Bullying or bribery," he said shortly. "They've got Dix hid away uptown somewhere.
He had now "retired from all external activity in disgust, and his life was more Brahminical, Artesian-well, Inner-Temple like." So the scheme, which had secured Bishop McCloskey's approbation, although he had forcibly represented to young Hecker that to go absolutely destitute of money, and dependent for all things upon alms, would be impossible, was presently shelved.
It was only a straw, but straws are significant when the wind is blowing from a threatening quarter. Once again Lidgerwood remembered McCloskey's proposal, and his own reluctant assent to it, and now he was not too greatly conscience-stricken when he saw Judson quietly working his way through the crowded room to a point of espial upon the group in the corner. "Your coffee's getting cold, Mr.
True, Hallock had few friends in the railroad service, at least among those who professed loyalty to the management, but with explosives lying about everywhere underfoot, one could not be too careful of matches and fire. The superintendent had scarcely closed the door upon his entrance into his own room when it was opened again with McCloskey's hand on the latch.
McCloskey's face contortion was intended to figure as a derisive smile. "Pshaw, John!" he commented, "he'd skin you alive. Why, even Jack Hepburn is afraid of him!" "Jack is? How do you know that?" McCloskey shrugged again. "Are you with us, John?" he asked cautiously. "I ain't with Bart Rufford and the tin-horns," said Judson negatively.
"Now, where are you going, I'd like to know, John Perkins?" asked Katy, in a querulous tone. "Thought I'd drop up to McCloskey's," said John, "and play a game or two of pool with the fellows." There is one day that is ours.
The thought of writing a history of it occurred to him, and he jotted down some brief notes, and made a partial collection of such letters and other memoranda, apart from the diary, as he found to have been preserved by his family. But this scheme was merely one of the occupations with which he beguiled the necessary delay imposed on him by Bishop McCloskey's absence.
So far the Lord seems to be with me, and I hope that He will not forsake me in the future." As might have been anticipated, Bishop McCloskey's advice was wise.
I came down with Williams on the '66." Lidgerwood turned away. He remembered his reluctant consent to McCloskey's proposal touching the espial upon Hallock, and was sorry he had given it.
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