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This time O'Day made her a little bow, the lines of his face softening, his eyes sparkling with sudden humor at her speech. He stepped forward, called to the man who was still handling the luggage, and, in the tone of one ordering his groom, said: "Here, Mike! Did you say his name was Mike?
Now tell me where I can get your trunks. Mike will go fer 'em and bring 'em back." A new, strange look shone out from the keen, searching eyes of O'Day. His interest in the woman had deepened. "And you have no misgivings and are sure you will get your rent?" "Just as sure as I am that me name is Kitty Cleary, and that is not altogether because you're an Irishman but because ye are a gentleman."
There might be another outburst in the future, but it would not have the intensity of the one he had just witnessed. He waited until Felix was opposite his chair and then asked, in a low voice: "Well, may I not be right, Mr. O'Day?" Felix paused in his walk and gazed down at the priest. "I don't know," he answered slowly. "My head is not clear enough to think it out. Mrs.
O'Day, still discreet and tactful, dropped the subject. Not so with the men. They rolled the idea about until it grew into immense proportions. A week passed, and yet they talked. If there had been one among them fitted to lead, there would have been open trouble. There was no one.
"Then I hope she'll be cranky. We want you," was the response. "I don't. Professor Van Buren gave me the sweetest thing to-day a little German composition. I want to work on it. It isn't hard, but the runs need practice." She turned back to her music. Elizabeth went on to find Miss O'Day. Their acquaintance had not gone beyond that of class-room meetings and hall chats.
What a heat I got myself into! Now go on, Mr. O'Day. What'll I pay him, and when's he comin?" Felix waved his hand deprecatingly. "And so you never think, Mistress Kitty, that it may be the woman's fault?" "Yes, sometimes it is. Faults on both sides, maybe. If it's the woman's fault, it always begins when she lets her man do all the work. Look up and down 'The Avenue' here!
Perhaps, in time, destroy the school altogether." "Umph! Exeter has stood a hundred years and will stand a hundred more in spite of anything Landis may do," said Miss O'Day, in a low tone to Elizabeth. This was the first she had spoken since they had entered the meeting.
Virgil Overall, who dealt in lands and houses and sold insurance of all the commoner varieties on the side, had stalked O'Day to this point and was lying in wait for him as he came out of the courthouse into the Public Square, being anxious to describe to him some especially desirable bargains, in both improved and unimproved realty; also, Mr.
Open that door now, and walk out just as if everything was reg'lar." The routine of Felix's daily life had been broken this morning by the receipt of a letter. The postman had handed it to him as he crossed the street from Kitty's to Kling's, the tramp who was sweeping the sidewalk having pointed him out. "That's him," cried the tramp. "That's Mr. O'Day.
Days that came after this, on through the midsummer, were, with variations, but repetitions of the day I have just described. Each morning Peep O'Day would go to either the courthouse or Judge Priest's home to turn over to the Judge the unopened mail which had been delivered to him at Gafford's stables; then he would secure from the Judge a loan of money against his inheritance.
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