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The elixir gurgled and glittered before his fascinated eyes until the pannikin held enough for two stiff nobblers, without evoking any polite verbal restraint. "My word!" said the Boss, at last, "that boy can't say when." Mickie and Jinny being privileged became familiar, and spoke all sorts of confidences in the ears of their mistress.
Mickie is very proud of his well-conditioned spouse, "Jinny" "Missus Michael," as Mickie calls her when in the sportive vein and Jinny, or "Penti-byer," her maiden name, reciprocates the regard, and sees that the dilly-bag, which does duty for the larder, is supplied with yams, nuts, roots and shell-fish, Mickie being responsible for the fish speared in the lagoon at low tide and the scrub-fowl eggs, and the ivory white grubs, etc., upon which they live when there is no "white fella" sitting down.
"But ye wouldn't bother the old man and his daughter this time of the night, surely," responded the saloonkeeper. "I'd as soon distarb me mither's grave," said Mickie, "as to frighten the swate-faced lady up yon by our presence to-night." "Umph! I guess she won't mind," sneered Pritchen, "especially if the parson's along." The blood rushed into Keith's face, as he listened to these remarks.
Base and sordid though they were, his companions could not fail to recognize the dignified, lofty bearing of the man before them, and the new light which illumined his face. Mickie O'Toole paused in the midst of a jocular remark, reverently crossed himself, and forgot to finish his sentence. Perdue remained silent, and even Pritchen failed to pour forth his quota of filth and blasphemy.
It had been arranged that the rest of the men should remain in the saloon while the cabins were being searched. Then, if nothing came to light, a new line of action was to be entered upon. Only Tim Fleeters accompanied the searchers. He would be necessary, it was considered, to recognize the poke. "Ugh!" exclaimed Mickie O'Toole, as they entered the first house, and lighted a candle.
For days together she'll be just as giddy and jolly as anybody and then suddenly she'll give you a nasty superior bit of ice down the back of your neck like that. I've got her coming to tea tomorrow afternoon, Mrs. Mickie added, with sudden gloom, 'and little Lord Billy and all that set are coming. They'll throw buns at each other I know they will. What, in heaven's name, made me ask her?
"Leave me out, Bill. It's hard fer me to git away. Choose some one else." "Ah, come off, Jim," remonstrated Mickie. "If I tie the knot you'll need to brace the poor divil up a bit with a dram or two of yer hot stuff." "Guess he won't need the rope, then; the stuff'll fix him," came a voice from the back of the room.
She said, "Never mind, Missis. Fire, he no burn." A gas stove was available, and Jinny jumped and exclaimed as the blue flame sprang from nowhere. Wherever the lady of the house pleased to apply a match the fire came. Next morning Mickie was brought round to witness the wonder, Jinny asking "Missis. You show 'em Mickie fire jump up all about!"
They'll swear to you now that she was staying at Shepheard's with an invalid mother when he met her. And now she's accepted like everybody else; and that's all there is about it. 'There's nothing in that, said Madeline, determinedly, 'to prove that she wasn't respectable. 'N no. Of course not, and again the eye of Mrs. Gammidge met that of Mrs. Mickie.
Mickie filled his hat with them, and as the soporific effects of the juice of the leaves passed off, the remaining fish recovered and were soon swimming about again as if nothing had happened. Mickie had seen dynamite used to kill fish wholesale, hence his adaptation of the name of the plant known to him as "Paggarra," and to botanists as DERRIS SCANDENS.
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