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"I," said I, firmly, "am going to turn over my share in a business partnership with you; and in the meantime I expect to get a job driving team with John McGlynn for enough to pay the board bill while you rustle. And that goes!" I added warningly. "Thank you, Frank," replied Talbot, and I thought I saw his bright eye dim. He held silent for a moment.
A story is told of a new-come traveler offering a small boy fifty cents to carry his valise to the hotel. The urchin looked with contempt at the coin, fished out two fifty-cent pieces, handed them to the owner of the valise, saying "Here's a dollar; carry it yourself." One John A. McGlynn arrived without assets.
She found time to gossip with the drayman who brought up the goods, actually came to a liking and a warm friendly feeling for him as a person. This was a new experience for Nan, and she explored it curiously. John McGlynn was a teamster, but likewise a thoroughly independent and capable citizen.
I could not, then, see quite how this exploit made him such a wonder; but on a sudden inspiration I splashed out through the mud and climbed into the wagon. McGlynn looked back at me. "Freightin'," said he, "is twenty dollars a ton; and at that rate it'll cost you about thirty dollars, you dirty hippopotamus. These ain't no safe-movers, these mules!" Unmoved, I clambered up beside him.
"You're to drive the mules up to McGlynn's and unhitch them and leave them," said he. "I'm to show you the way." "Where's McGlynn?" I asked. "He's getting his mail." We drove to a corral and three well-pitched tents down in the southern edge of town. Here a sluggish stream lost its way in a swamp of green hummocky grass. I turned out the mules in the corral and hung up the harness.
"When you show this fellow how to do anything, be sure to show him right, because that's the way he's going to do it forever after. You can't change him. And show him; don't tell him. And let him do things his own way as much as you can, instead of insisting on your way." McGlynn also advised Keith as to where he could to the best advantage hire a horse and buggy by the month.
"This office opens at 8:30 A.M." said the clerk, slamming shut the window. Without an instant's hesitation, and before the man had a chance to retire, McGlynn's huge fist crashed through the glass and into his face. The crowd had waited patiently; but now, with a brutal snarl, it surged forward. McGlynn, a pleasant smile on his face, swung slowly about. "Keep your line, boys!
Father McGlynn, for example, was excommunicated by the Pope, ostensibly for heretical utterances, but in actuality for espousing the cause of the labor movement. Despite every legitimate argument coupled with venomous ridicule and coercive and corrupt influence that wealth, press and church could bring to bear, the labor unions stood solidly together.
"All light," he vouchsafed to the astonished Nan. Next morning she found waiting on the veranda a smiling "china boy" dressed all in clean white. A small cloth bundle lay at his feet. "My name Wing Sam," he announced; "I wo'k you thi'ty dolla' month. Where you keep him bloom?" That day John McGlynn stopped after unloading his boxes to give a little advice. "Chinks are queer," said he.
One by one they are cast out of the Church Father McGlynn, George D. Herron, Alexander Irvine, J. Stitt Wilson, Austin Adams, Algernon Crapsey, Bouck White; but their voices are not silenced they are like the leaven, to which Jesus compared the kingdom of God a woman took it and hid it in three measures of meal till the whole was leavened.
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