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"And if, after all, Hallock is innocent " "That is just the point," insisted McCloskey. "If he is innocent, no harm will be done, and Judson will become a witness for instead of against him." "Well," said Lidgerwood; and what more he would have said about the conspiracy was cut off by the shrill whistle of a down-coming train.
He gave me one to Bishop McCloskey, who was then coadjutor in this city." The reader may be interested in the terms in which the Catechism of the Council of Trent expresses the doctrine of the Communion of Saints.
The bulk of the entries made between this date and that of his formal reception into the Church, the first of August, contains spiritual doctrine of a kind so eminently characteristic of Father Hecker throughout his life that we continue to make extracts from it: "New York, June 25, 1844. This morning I went to see Bishop McCloskey.
"You were not so bold once." "Ha, ha!" laughed McCloskey. "I know that as well as you then I was under the thumb that was before we were sailing in the one boat; now ye see, squire, the boot is on the other leg." Mr.
But late on Saturday night, April 19, they were received, much to the joy of the Fathers. Here occurred a noteworthy coincidence. Watertown was at that time in the diocese of Albany, of which Bishop McCloskey was then the ordinary.
On the Saturday in the week of surcease, Flemister came in on the noon train from the west, and it was McCloskey who ushered him into the superintendent's office. Lidgerwood looked up and saw a small man wearing the khaki of the engineers, with a soft felt hat to match.
Stevens reached across the table, drew the liquor towards him, and recklessly pouring out a large quantity, drained the glass to the bottom this seemed to nerve him up and give him courage, for he turned to McCloskey and said, with a much bolder air than he had yet shown in addressing him, "So, you're back again, villain! are you?
Dawson's with a message late this afternoon, and he hasn't shown up since." "Of course, they've got him," said McCloskey, sourly. "Does he know anything that he can tell?" "Nothing that can make any difference now. They are probably holding him to hamper me. The boy's loyal." "Yes," growled McCloskey, "and he's Irish." "Well, my old mother is Irish, too, for the matter of that," snapped Judson.
McCloskey, who had served under Hallock for a number of months before the change in management, confessed that he knew the gloomy chief clerk only as a man in authority, and exceedingly hard to please.
Gridley put a foot on the hub of the buckboard wheel and began to whittle a match with a penknife that was as keen as a razor. "The new chum is in the saddle; look over your shoulder to the left and you'll see him sitting on a cross-tie beside McCloskey," he said. "I've seen him before.
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