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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."
"Isn't that she out there on the campus with Mary Wilson?" "It can't be. Mary Wilson and she were never friends." As she spoke, Landis leaned eagerly from the window to get a view of the campus. "It can't be Miss O'Day," she repeated. "She and Mary are not the same style at all." "I think Miss O'Day's swell looking. Don't you?" "She has plenty of money and knows how to dress," was the rejoinder.
"Kate or Katherine it makes no great difference," explained Judge Priest. "I reckin the record is straight this fur. And now think hard and see ef you kin ever remember hearin' of an uncle named Daniel O'Day your father's brother." The answer was a shake of the tousled head. "I don't know nothin' about my people.
"Well, there have been times when I regarded lawyers ez bein' superfluous," stated Judge Priest dryly. "Still, in most cases litigants do have 'em round when the case is bein' heard." "I don't know ez I need any lawyer to he'p me say whut I've got to say," said O'Day.
O'Day had fooled them with this new vision, just as he had bewitched them by the glamour of the decorated room. Only when a few simple words of welcome fell from her lips were the flood-gates opened. Then a shout went up which set the candles winking a shout only surpassed in volume and good cheer when Felix began handing up the little packages from Masie's basket.
He had been promised, by the cousin of somebody else, the position of clerk with Otto Kling, and although Otto had never heard of it, he WOULD have heard of it and the nephew been duly installed but for "a galoot who SAID his name was O'Day." And another thing. What was a fellow, who would work under a Dutchman like Kling, for only enough to pay his board, doing with a dress suit, anyhow?
Oh, yes Masie well, my child, that's not what I'd call you; I'd call you well, I guess I wouldn't call you anything but just a dear, darling little girl! Yes, that's just what I'd call you. And you are going to let me give them to her, aren't you, Mr. O'Day?" Felix grasped the old fellow's thin, dry hand in his own strong fingers. For an instant a strange lump in his throat clogged his speech.
Miss Wilson arose to the occasion, changing the subject with the question, "When is Miss Kronenberg going back?" "Not until Monday," replied Landis, who was rarely embarrassed. These two, with the assistance of Mame Welch and Carrie Hirsch, diverted the attention from Miss O'Day. "I do not German lessons take. Fraulein is not my instructor." "Well, she is mine," responded Mary Wilson with a sigh.
And wasn't your father's name Philip and your mother's name Katherine Dwyer O'Day?" "To the best of my recollection that's partly so, too, suh. They both of 'em up and died when I was a baby, long before I could remember anything a-tall. But they always told me my paw's name was Phil, or Philip. Only my maw's name wasn't Kath Kath wasn't whut you jest now called it, Judge. It was plain Kate."
I wisht, ef you ain't too busy, that you'd step down the street and see ef you can't find Peep O'Day fur me and fetch him back here with you. It won't take you long, will it?" "No, suh not very." Mr. Quarles reached for his hat and snuggled his shoulder holster back inside his unbuttoned waistcoat. "He'll most likely be down round Gafford's stable.
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