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I am not much interested in young ladies, as it happens." "You lie," said Mrs. McGovern promptly, "there ain't nothin' in the whole world you are ez much interested in as young wimmin. I'm a merried woman, and I know the signs. If I had a deevorce I might be a leetle jealous o' that gal in there. She's the best lookin' gal I ever did see in all my time.

As he reached down, I swung the young woman up to him, and she clambered on as best she could. Thus, I scarce know how, we all managed to reach the solid drift, and so presently found ourselves ashore, on a narrow, sandy beach, hedged on the back by a heavy growth of willows. "Now then, you men," ordered Mandy McGovern, "get some wood out and start a fire, right away.

Stuff McGovern, who drove a night-hawk and who was a particular admirer of Hefty's, even though as a cabman he was in a higher social scale than the driver of an ice-cart, agreed to carry Hefty and his half-ton of armor to the Garden, and call for him when the ball was over. "Holee smoke!" gasped Mr.

It passed the Senate March 31 by a vote of 16 to 4, and the Assembly April 26 by a vote of 69 to 29, and was signed by Governor Francis E. McGovern on the ground that it was a problem which should be solved by the voters.

She stooped, and sprang, and as I caught her weight with my arms under hers, she was for the moment almost immersed; but I staggered backwards and managed to hold my footing till Auberry's arms reached us from the snag, up which we clambered, the girl dripping wet and catching her breath in terror. "That's right," said Mandy McGovern, calmly, "now here we be, all of us.

That there fellow was the sweetest cuttin' man I ever did cut in all my life he was jest like a ripe pumpkin. Say, there was a man for you, was Jim you look some like him." She dipped snuff again vigorously. "You compliment me very much, Mrs. McGovern," I said. "Say," she responded, "I got two thousand head o' hawgs runnin' around in the timber down there in Pike."

Comes mans und comes cops und comes George Wash'ton und comes Ikey Borrachsohn's papa, mit proud looks he makes polite bows mit his head on all the peoples, und comes Teddy Rosenfelt. Und comes cows und more cops und ladies und el'fints, und comes Captain Dreyfus und Terry McGovern.

"Git out of the way, man how can I see how to shoot if you bob your head acrost my sights all the time?" There stood old Mandy McGovern, her long brown rifle half raised, her finger lying sophisticatedly along the trigger guard, that she might not touch the hair trigger. She was as cool as any man in the line, and as deadly.

Shaking off detaining hands, Andrew Jackson sprang from our line, ran up to the fallen foe and in a frenzy of rage began to belabor and kick his body, winding up by catching him by the hair and actually dragging him some paces toward our firing line! An expression of absolute beatitude spread over the countenance of Mandy McGovern. She called out as though he were a young dog at his first fight.

I then saw at her side the figure of a young woman, her hair fallen from its coils, her feet bare, her body wrapped apparently only in some light silken dressing to be thrown above her nightwear. She, too, looked out into the darkness, but shrank back. "Here, you," called out Mandy McGovern, "git hold of the end of this rope."