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Upon the occasion of his last trip to the freight yards he had spied Mrs. Pennycook's brother dodging into an empty box-car. Mr. Having no money available for the blackmailer, poor Pennycook had come to Hennage to borrow it. Upon the occasion of the payment of the loan, Pennycook informed Mr. Hennage joyfully that Joe was out of the way for fifteen years and Mr.
"Mamma always said," Donna continued, "that undertakers preyed on the dead and traded in human grief, and for me not to engage one for her funeral. I'm going to do just what she told me to do, Mrs. Pennycook." "Quite right, Donnie, quite right" interjected Mr. Pennycook. He was an impulsive creature and even under the hypnotic eye of Mrs. P. he sometimes broke out of bounds. "Daniel! Come!"
Pennycook dodging into the post-office, and it was his intention to have a quiet little conversation with the lady. When he arrived at the post-office, however, Mrs. Pennycook was not in sight. Mr. Hennage stepped lightly inside, and at that moment he heard Miss Molly Pickett, the postmistress, exclaim: "Well, for the land's sake!" "It's a fact, Miss Pickett. She kissed him!"
Pennycook had made the ball and Miss Pickett fired it. She begged Dan Pennycook to use his influence with Donna to have the investigation quashed, else would Miss Pickett make a public confession and disgrace the name of Pennycook. Hence, when Mr.
Daniel Pennycook, wife of the yardmaster, was informed over the telephone that Donnie Corblay's mother was dead. "So I understand" replied Mrs. Pennycook volubly. "Poor thing! There was always somethin' so mysterious like about " The use of the word "like" was habit with Mrs. Pennycook. She rarely took a decided stand in anything except Mr.
Pennycook's sympathy, albeit checked and moderated to a great extent by the presence of his wife, was, nevertheless, the most genuine sample of that rare commodity which she had received up to that moment. His action had been so brave so spontaneous he knew he understood; Dan Pennycook had a soul. And besides he was going to wire for some red roses and O, how scarce were red roses in San Pasqual!
"You left without saying good-by" she reminded him. "If I had needed you I couldn't have found you. Do you remember? You said if I ever needed a friend " The big gambler grinned. "You never needed me, Miss Donnie. You never would need a man like me, but you might have needed money. If you'd a- needed money, now, why, Dan Pennycook he'd a-seen you through." Mr.
"Faro, roulette, black jack, coon can or craps?" "The old game faro." "I'll bank you up to five hundred." "That's not the right thing for a young lady to do, is it?" queried the gambler. "Havin' truck wit' my kind o' people. Me I'll do anything, but a young lady, now " "Please do not compare me with Mrs. Pennycook" Donna pleaded. "I am not the guardian of San Pasqual's morals.
Pennycook, and always modified her modifying adjective with the word "like"; an annoying practice which had always rendered her an object of terror to Mrs. Corblay. To the latter it always seemed as if Mrs. Pennycook was desirous of saying something nasty, but lacked the courage to come out flatfooted with it. Her unknown informant interrupted, or attempted to interrupt, but Mrs.
Pennycook went from house to house west of the tracks, expounding her personal view of the extraordinary situation at the Hat Ranch, a south-bound train pulled in and discharged a trained nurse, an undertaker, a rectangular redwood box and more floral pieces than San Pasqual had seen in a decade.
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