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I know I shall like North Queensland. There were quite a number of diggers on board the Carea, and one night we held a concert in the saloon and I sang 'The Kerry Dance' I'm an Irishwoman and next morning a big man named O'Hagan, one of the steerage passengers, came up and asked me if I would 'moind acceptin' a wee bit av a stone, and he handed me a lovely specimen of quartz with quite two ounces of gold in it.
Emily offered to choose frocks for Miss Lethbridge; whereupon that young lady cast such a comical glance of despair at me a glance which I think was involuntary that it was all I could do not to burst out laughing. I saw so well what was in her mind! And if you will believe me, O'Hagan, I volunteered to go with them.
'The brass bowl, says she, thinking I never saw one on Maitland's desk! and 'O'Hagan, and who the divvle are you? says the man on the other end of the wire, when I ask who he is." "And? And?" pleaded the little man, dancing with worry.
He has improved, if anything, since we knew him in India, but I remember you used to be quite afraid of having to talk to him then, and preferred Colonel O'Hagan, whom you thought jolly and good-natured, though, somehow, I never got on with him very well. I always had the feeling he was trying to read me, and I do dislike that sort of thing in a man.
The plant the old one is growing hasn't put its head above ground yet, and the roots are in the West. Out in Utah they're teaching all kinds of Polacks to shoot rifles. Why? O'Hagan is travelling from one mine to another as a common laborer. Why? While here in little New York, the old one is sitting for his portrait and getting a perfectly innocent young girl talked about.
By the way, he had the sagacity at this time to conceal his being an Englishman, and passed very easily by the name of O'Hagan.
"Good-by yersilf," hanging up the receiver. "And the divvle fly away wid ye," grumbled O'Hagan. As he turned away from the instrument Maitland managed to produce a sound, something between a moan and a strangled cough. The old man whirled on his heel. "Pwhat's thot?" The next instant he was bending over Maitland, peering into the face drawn and disfigured by the gag. "The saints presarve us!
In a few moments O'Hagan was on his feet running away racing as if not merely for his life, but his soul. When O'Hagan's brain cooled and his sight cleared he found himself in the doorway of a little wrecked church. The German shells had gashed and ripped the sides and roof, so that birds flew in and out at will. Hundreds of sparrows chirped in the oak beams above.
"Been out of town and just got your note." "Your beastly penchant for economy. It's not stamped; I presume you sent it round by hand of the future President of the United States whom you now employ as office-boy. And O'Hagan didn't forward it for that reason." "Important, eh? I'm only in for the night " "Then come and dine with me at the Primordial. I'll put the others off." "Good enough.
"O'Hagan was Blizzard's right-hand man, his general in the West. For the honor of being his left-hand man there are two aspirants the mayor of New York City and the police commissioner nor will the lieutenant-governor of our great State hold his hands behind his back and shake his head when the loot is being distributed." "Are you joking?" "No, Mr. Allen. I am dying. Now listen.
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