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It seemed too hard when the Morriseys had all they could do to get along they should have one more mouth and that not a Morrisey one to feed. "I studied as hard as I could at school, so as to try and get through sooner and go to work and begin to pay them back, but when I was twelve Mr. Morrisey was kicked to death by a horse and the next year Mrs.

I even hoped at times that I might die, because then I felt that you need never know." "And and was it anything in particular that made you tell us to-night?" asked Rex. "Yes. It seems very strange how things come about, but then it often happens so. Do you remember, Reggi Rex, telling me the name of the man who left your friend Miles with the Morriseys'?"

Morrisey married a man who took her and the children out to Dakota to live. "She wanted me to go along, but I knew Mr. Rollings didn't like me, and besides I wanted to stay East where there was some chance of my finding out who my parents were. I got a place as cash boy in a Japanese store and boarded with some people who lived across the hall from where the Morriseys had their rooms. "But Mr.

It was lighted up with joy. He came straight to Rex and put a hand on his shoulder, while he leaned over till his chin rested on the other's head. "I want to tell you first, Rex," he said, "who have been the means of bringing me to this happiness. He knows me. His mind has come back to him. He called me Maurice, and he remembers giving me to the Morriseys to take care of for a while.

Mac was a bibulous veteran at times, a circumstance of which place-hunters were not slow to take advantage on those rare occasions of the owner's home-coming, and many a time did the major receive confidential intimation from the Sheehans, Morriseys, and Meiswinkles in service in the neighborhood that McGrath was neglectful of his patron's premises and over-given to the flowing bowl; but in Mrs.

That night he took his guest to the theater, and the next day Sydney had a long talk with him. His manners were much easier among the unaccustomed surroundings than Rex had dared to hope they would be. Mrs. Pell was very much attracted by him, and both girls declared he was "so interesting." In his talk with him Sydney sought to draw out all the facts he could about the Morriseys.

"Don't you remember what you found out a little while ago about the man who left you with the Morriseys?" "Oh, my father. Has your brother heard anything about him? Is that what you want me for?" "It's about that; yes. I'm not sure whether your father has been found, but something else has been found that belongs to you." "And what is that?" asked Miles eagerly. "A fortune."

One Sunday morning found me, how or why I cannot now remember, at the Morrisey ranch. A number of young people had gathered there from the nearer ranches. Besides, the oldsters had been there, drinking since early dawn, and, some of them, since the night before. The Morriseys were a huge breed, and there were many strapping great sons and uncles, heavy-booted, big-fisted, rough-voiced.

"Did you ever hear him speak of the Morriseys?" "No, I never heard the name before. But I should like to see this boy. Does he know that his father is living?" "No, not yet; you see I did not hear of it until tonight. But I must not stay longer. My brothers are waiting for me in the carriage. We must arrange what we are going to do." "I don't know what to say. The boy ought to have his rights.

"I hardly know what to do with him then." "Oh, don't worry about that," laughed Jess. "By that time he may have found his parents and be a millionaire." "How you talk, Jess," interposed her sister. "If he ever does find his people, it doesn't follow that they will be wealthy. Indeed, he'd probably never have been given to the Morriseys if his father hadn't been too poor to support him."