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Updated: June 19, 2025
"Wait for me a minute," he told his son. "I want to telephone Daney on a little matter I overlooked this afternoon." He entered the telephone-booth in the station and called up Andrew Daney. "McKaye speaking," he announced. "I've just discovered Donald has an enemy that Greek, Chirakes, from Darrow. Did Dirty Dan come in from the woods to-night?" "I believe he did.
"Dirty Dan" O'Leary was a chopper in the McKaye employ, and had earned his sobriquet, not because he was less cleanly than the average lumberjack but because he was what his kind described as a "dirty" fighter. That is to say, when his belligerent disposition led him into battle, which it frequently did, Mr.
A streak of moonlight filtered into the room as the moon sank in the sea and augmented the silver in a head that rested on two clasped hands, while Hector McKaye, kneeling beside his chair, prayed to his stern Presbyterian God once more to save his son from the folly of his love.
The girl did not relish the prospect of facing again that camera-shutter smile and she shrank with the utmost distress from a chance meeting at the hospital with Elizabeth or Jane McKaye. As for The Laird, while she never felt ill at ease in his presence, still she preferred to meet him as infrequently as possible.
But he looked up at Donald McKaye, and the latter saw again that wistful look in his sea-blue eyes the dumb pleading of a kind old lost dog.
It's a terrible alternative, Andrew, but it simply means our boy's life for the gratification of our own selfish family pride " "Exactly! Exactly! And though I understand just how you feel, Mrs. McKaye, after all, now, it's only a nine days' wonder, and you can't keep people from talking anyhow, unless you gag the brutes.
His ear being close to the ground, Dirty Dan had caught the sound of slow, cautious footsteps advancing along the little path. Should they inadvertently tread upon him, Dirty Dan felt that the honor of the McKaye family and the maintenance of the secret of his present employment would demand instant and furious battle on suspicion. The unknown pedestrians paused in the path.
I thought this might make a good safe anchorage for Nan and me. My name is Caleb Brent. You're Mr. McKaye, aren't you?" The Laird nodded. "I had an idea, when I filled this spot in and built that bulkhead, Mr. Brent, that some day this would make a safe anchorage for some of my lumber. I planned a drying-yard here. What's that you're building, Brent? A hen-house?" Caleb Brent flushed.
I want the people in my town to be happy." "I shall grow accustomed to it, Mr. McKaye," Nan answered. "To-day, I am merely a little more depressed than usual. Thank you so much for carrying the wood. You are more than kind." His calm, inscrutable gray glance roved over her, noting her beauty and her sweetness, and the soul of him was troubled.
McKaye and Elizabeth were knitting socks for suffering Armenians when the telephone-bell rang. Jane immediately left the piano and went out into the entrance-hall to answer it, the servants having gone down to Port Agnew to a motion-picture show. A moment later, she returned to the living-room, leaving the door to the entrance-hall open. "You're wanted on the telephone, Don!" she cried gaily.
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