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Hobart to go away somewhere for a time, until the discontent passed. But Mr. Hobart was not one to leave his work because a man of Dennis O'Day's stamp saw fit to disapprove of him. If there was trouble brewing, there was all the more reason for him to stand at his post. He laughed at Ratowsky's fears, and encouraged him to think that half the discontent among the men was of his own imagination.
And my father went to court with you to tell that Gerani, I think that was his name, was not present when the Italian was hurt. I was at home when you came." The man nodded. There was no question now in his mind. She was Dennis O'Day's daughter, the daughter of the man, who, although himself not a miner, stood shoulder to shoulder with them when they needed a friend. She saw him hesitate.
But the apogee of Peep O'Day's carnival of weird vagaries of deportment came at the end of two months two months in which each day the man furnished cumulative and piled-up material for derisive and jocular comment on the part of a very considerable proportion of his fellow townsmen.
As he resumed his walk to the door, Felix, with Masie and a customer ahead of him, was just descending the rear stairs from the "banquet hall" above. He thus had a full view of the store below. Something in the way with which the bubble-blown glass was handled attracted O'Day's attention. He had seen a wrist with a movement like that, the poised glass firmly held in an outstretched hand.
Picking his way around some barrels of oil, he edged along a line of boxes filled with ship's stuff until he reached an inside office, where, beside a kerosene lamp placed on a small desk littered with papers, sat a man in shirt-sleeves. At the sound of O'Day's step the occupant lifted his head and peered out. The visitor passed through the doorway.
Then turning to Elizabeth, she added as an explanation, "The 'Exclusives' had no time for Miss O'Day last spring, and I was always too much wrapped up in my music to be good company. So we were not invited to the spreads in the hall. I'm glad, Elizabeth, you broke over and invited us." Miss O'Day's face grew crimson. Elizabeth, too embarrassed to respond, remained silent.
Father Cruse settled back into the depths of his chair. "She has left you, then," he said in a conclusive tone. "Yes a year ago." He stopped, started to speak, and, with a baffled gesture, said: "No, you might better have it all. It is the only way you will understand; I will begin at the beginning." The priest laid his hand soothingly on O'Day's wrist. "Take your time.
The priest turned abruptly, and laid a firm hand on O'Day's knee. "But you will see her, of course?" "No, it is better that you act for me. She will not want to see me in her present condition." Kitty was about to protest, when Father Cruse waved her into silence. "You certainly cannot mean what you have just said, Mr. O'Day?" "I do."
Felix. I got to find Mr. Felix." Felix O'Day's runaway wife, despite the many quiet hours spent in Martha's room, near St. Mark's Place, had not told her old nurse all her story.
But O'Day cared little for that so long, as he said, the man knew his place and did not interfere. And his place, to O'Day's way of thinking, was to superintend the mines, and let the morals of the men alone. "I'll take good care of them," he was apt to add with a crafty look. His intercourse with Mr. Hobart began and ended with a bow of recognition in the street.
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