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The telephone at the back of the Circuit Theater was located inside the stage-door and occupied one end of the shelf which separated Mr. Regan's hole in the wall from the entrance-hall. It was no place in which to conduct a private conversation, since any one coming or going could hear, but stage telephones are not installed for the convenience of performers.
Beside him were his high hat, his gloves, and his stick. As Lorelei, with skirts carefully gathered, tiptoed past him she saw suspended upon his gleaming white shirt-bosom what at first glance resembled a foreign decoration of some sort, but proved to be Mr. Regan's false teeth.
He stopped in his undressing to ponder how Moran had come to tell him that he was going away on a drinking-bout, and all their long walk together to within a mile of Regan's public-house returned to him bit by bit, how Moran knelt down by the roadside to drink bog-water, which he said would take the thirst from him as well as whisky; and after bidding Moran good-night he had fallen into his armchair.
Andy chained the dog up securely, and cooked some more chops, while Dave went to help Jim out of the hole. And most of this is why, for years afterwards, lanky, easy-going Bushmen, riding lazily past Dave's camp, would cry, in a lazy drawl and with just a hint of the nasal twang ''El-lo, Da-a-ve! How's the fishin' getting on, Da-a-ve? Poisonous Jimmy Gets Left. I. Dave Regan's Yarn.
"That'll do, then," he said. "You can go, both of you." Hawkeye stamped out of the room and down the stairs. But Toddles stayed. "Please, Mr. Carleton, won't you give me a job on " Toddles stopped. So had Regan's chuckle.
And they walked mile after mile through the worn mountain road. 'You've come far enough, Gogarty; go back. Regan's public-house is outside of your parish. 'If it's outside my parish, it's only the other side of the boundary; and you said, Moran, that you wouldn't touch whisky till to-morrow morning.
Carleton stared; and Regan's hand, reaching into his back pocket for his chewing, stopped midway. Donkin was still smiling. "I'm going to make a railroad man out of Toddles," he said. Copyright, 1919, by George H. Doran Company. Reprinted by special permission of publisher and author. XI. Christmas Eve in a Lumber Camp By Ralph Connor
'For where the greater malady is fixed, the lesser is scarce felt. 'Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire, are his daughters. After all, it is Regan's heart that appears to him to be the trouble it is that which must first be laid on the table; and as soon as he decides to have a philosopher among 'his hundred, he gives orders to that effect.
What will you do then? Father Moran didn't give Father Gogarty an answer, but started off again, and this time he was walking very fast; and when they got as far as Regan's public-house Father Oliver took his friend by the arm, reminding him again of his promise. 'You promised not to disgrace the parish.
And there was no answer save that echo in the room that brought the perspiration streaming down from Regan's face, a harder light into Carleton's eyes and a chill like death into Donkin's heart. Suddenly Donkin pushed back his chair; and his fingers, from the key, touched the crystal of his watch.
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