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"I like him about as well as you do," said Gilbert. "Done!" said Micky, releasing the second foot. "Suppose you brush the other boot again. I'll pay you double. I want to talk to you a little." "All right!" said Micky, and he resumed operations. The conversation that followed we do not propose to chronicle. The results will appear hereafter.
The wipin'-out process consists of raisin' the price from 10 cents to 25 cents, and hirin' a blonde named Maudie to sell tickets instead of Micky, the Bowery Bite. That's what they say I don't know. "But to Coney I goes a-Tuesday. I gets off the 'L' and starts for the glitterin' show. 'Twas a fine sight.
It was a poor hand, and Micky O'Brady, who was one of the "stalls," frankly expressed his disgust. "What's the use of chucking it at this time o' night? It ain't nine o'clock yet. There's the lifts at the Tube that we haven't worked for weeks. 'Struth; what did you want to fetch us out for at all? The stuff you've got won't buy drinks." Freddy's lower jaw jutted out dangerously.
Michael Harshaw had not arrived, or sent some satisfactory message, he could cast himself into the breach. "And I'm sorry for you," I said; "for I don't think you will have an easy time of it." "She can't do worse than hate me, Mrs. Daly; and that's better than sending me friendly little messages in her letters to Micky."
"Son, here's a quarter," said Joe to the red-haired Micky. "You go out and get yourself an ice-cream soda and come back in half an hour." And after he had thus delicately removed a witness to the sad scene Joe closed the door, and, going over to the bed, held out both his hands to the man. And then tears tears to which he had long been stranger coursed down the sunken cheeks of Hamilton Logan.
Not only the boys who were standing by, but Micky himself, were considerably surprised at this unexpected turn. They confidently expected that Micky would "get a lickin'," and instead of that, he had found a customer. Their respect for Gilbert was considerably diminished for failing to exact punishment, and, their interest in the affair being over, they withdrew.
"Instead of telling of it all, straight off, to your poor old uncle!" There was no serious indignation in Uncle Mo's tone, but the boy was too new for nice distinctions. The suggestion of disloyalty wounded him deeply, and he rushed into explanation. "Becorze becorze becorze becorze," said he "becorze Micky said not to!" He arrived at his climax like a squib that attains its ideal.
"He's a friend of mine, an' if you insult him, I'll lam' ye." "O my eyes!" ejaculated Jim, opening the organs of vision to a very wide extent; "that's the biggest joke I ever heerd of." "You'll hear of a bigger one pretty quick," said Micky, rolling up his sleeves, and squaring off scientifically.
Treadwell had a cold, and was confined to the house; but the boy was a welcome visitor. "There now, Michael," said she, "I was only just this minute thinking to myself, if Micky was here he could go on reading me the Psalms, where I am, instead of me putting my eyes out.
He's the biggest dare-devil that ever forked a horse." "Describe him." "Micky's face is a map of Ireland. He's got only one eye; a buck punched the other out when he was a kid. His hair is red an' he wears it long." "Any beard?" "A bristly little red mustache." "That's Micky to a T." Webb made up his mind swiftly. "The boy's all right, Yankie. He'll do to take along." "It's your outfit.
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