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His breathing is bad, but his heart is doing fairly well. But he's got to stop this sort of thing." "It's criminal it's damnable! Every time one of you New York people get worried, or short of money or stocks, or what not, off you go to a two-cent drug shop and buy enough poison to kill a family. It's damnable, Breen and you must tell Minott so when he wakes up."
Everything's ready or will be." "Oh! I see, it's the loss of Minott. Oh, yes, I understand it all now. Forgive me, Jack. I did not remember how intimate you and he were once. Yes, it is a dreadful thing to lose a friend. Poor boy!" "No it's not that altogether, Uncle Peter." He could not tell him.
Many of his most interesting natural-history notes Thoreau got from his farmer friends Melvin, Minott, Miles, Hubbard, Wheeler. Their eyes were more single to the life around them than were his; none of them had lost a hound, a turtle-dove, and a bay horse, whose trail they were daily in quest of.
Some twenty years later Roger Minott Sherman, the leader of the Connecticut bar, in trying a cause before an empty-headed judge who had been put on the bench for no other apparent reason than that his father was a man of distinction, quoted several English authorities and was about to read from another when the judge remarked that he need not take the trouble to read anything more of that sort to him.
McGowan, fearing to be interrupted, repeated his question in a louder voice: "Then you say I'll see Mr. Minott on Monday?" The doctor crossed to Jack's side. He was breathing heavily, his lips quivering; he looked like a man who had received some sudden shock. "Go up to Mrs. Minott," he gasped. "It's all over, Breen. He's dying. He took the whole bottle."
"I would, sir, but I'm out of it," said the young man with a deferential bow, moving to the empty seat next to Peter. He too had been glancing at Peter from time to time. "Aren't you with Mr. Morris?" "No, I wish I were. I came with my friend, Garry Minott, that young fellow carrying the banner with 'Corn Exchange' marked on it." "And may I ask, then, what you do?" continued Peter.
"I hear he's in come home at dinner time." Jack continued his advance without answering until he had reached their side. Then with a "Good-evening, gentlemen," he said in a perfectly even voice: "Mr. Minott is ill and can see no one. I have just left the doctor sitting beside his bed. If there is anything I can do for either of you I will do it with pleasure."
Within a week after the funeral a committee was appointed to gather funds for the placing of a stained-glass window in the new church in memory of the young architect who had designed and erected it; with the result that Holker Morris headed the subscription list, an example which was followed by many of the townspeople, including McGowan and Murphy and several others of their class, as well as various members of the Village Council, together with many of Garry's friends in New York, all of which was duly set forth in the county and New York papers; a fact which so impressed the head of the great banking firm of Arthur Breen & Co. that he immediately sent his personal check for a considerable amount, desiring, as he stated at a club dinner that same night, to pay some slight tribute to that brilliant young fellow, Minott, who, you know, married Mrs.
As Morris and the others passed between the table and the wall on their way to the cloak-room, Minott, who had listened to the whole conversation, waited until he thought Peter had gone ahead, and then, with an impatient gesture, said: "What the devil, Jack, do you want to waste your time over an old fellow like that for?" "Oh, Garry, don't " "Don't! A bald-headed old pill who ought to have "
"Terrible, isn't it! Poor Minott. How are his wife and the poor little baby and dear Ruth. The funeral is to-morrow I see by the papers. Yes, of course I'm going." As he spoke he turned his head and scanned Jack closely. "Are you ill, my boy?" he asked in an anxious tone, leading him to a seat on the sofa. "You look terribly worn."
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