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"I've come on business," said Micky, with a scowl of dislike, showing no intention of retreating. "I have no business with you," said Gilbert. "Perhaps you haven't," said Micky, "but Mr. Rockwell has." "Mr. Rockwell will have nothing to say to a vagabond like you." "He told me to come," said Micky, resolutely, "and I shan't go till I've seen him."
I put on the Washington coat and Napoleon pants to go to the post-office, for fear they wouldn't think I was the boy that was meant. On my way back I received the congratulations of my intimate friend, Micky Maguire, on my improved appearance. "I've give up sleepin' in boxes, and old wagons, findin' it didn't agree with my constitution.
In surprise, not unmingled with foreboding, Mr. Gilbert followed his employer and Micky Maguire into the counting-room. "Mr. Gilbert," commenced Mr. Rockwell, "are you acquainted with this boy?" "He blacked my boots on one occasion," said the book-keeper; "I know no more of him except that he is a young vagabond and a thief." "Who hired me to steal?" retorted Micky.
But Micky M'Graw cut in between, And run away wid Biddy. "Begorra!" says Tim, "the daughter's gone, So, faix, I'll take the widdy!" The widdy! Not Biddy! The fond and faithful widdy! Whooroor!" Singing this, the jovial monarch caught Mrs. Russell's hand in his, and proceeded to dance in a manner which was far more boisterous than dignified. Mrs.
He'd never have got up enough spunk to tell her he wanted her, and she'd probably have married Micky out of spite." "Well, you know the Old Fellow isn't a bad sort after all," said Ruggles, "and he's really awfully gone on her. So it's all right. Let's go and find the girls." The Parting of The Ways Mrs.
"'I'll let you have a slap on the ear, I says. "'Aw, you go to hell! says Micky. "Next work-out day Hamilton pulls off the same stunt. He's feelin' extra good that mawnin', I guess, 'cause he makes a nine mile trip of it. Micky stands there with me, watchin' the colt go round 'n' round the track. "'Why don't you can that choc'lit drop, he says, ''n' put a white man up? "'Meanin' you? I says.
"'Good-by, three hundred! I says to myself, I can't see good fur the dust, but they pulls Micky out from under the colt, 'n' when I gets another slant, Hamilton's on his feet 'n' the starter's talkin' at Micky. I can see Micky shakin' his head. It ain't long till they puts him up again. "'That's the good game kid! I says out loud. 'Oh, you 'Micky boy! also out loud.
Micky looks up at the rack there's four more bats left. "'Nix on number three! he yells. 'I'm listenin' to you! "'All right, I says, hangin' up the bat. 'Now, listen good. Cut out this rough stuff you got me? "'I got you, says Micky. "I tells Ike he's got a good colt, but only one boy can ride him. Ike comes over to the stalls with me to see the boy 'n' Hamilton.
Gilbert did not believe this, but suspected that Micky intended to betray him, and to this of course he had a decided objection. "Go out!" he said, imperiously, "or I'll make you." "I won't then," said Micky, defiantly. "We'll see about that." Gilbert seized him by the shoulders; but Micky was accustomed to fighting, and made a vigorous resistance. In the midst of the fracas Mr. Rockwell came up.
"I feel better now I've told you." Joe and Micky Donlon, which the red-haired boy said was his name, though probably Michael was what he had been christened, were soon on their way toward the river and the location of one of the shipyards. "Are youse sure I can see de show to-night?" asked Micky eagerly, as they walked along. "Positive," said Joe. "Here's a reserved seat ticket now.
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