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"If your cooking ain't any better than it used to be I ain't surprised," Myrtella said. "How bad was Sheeley shot, Phineas?" "Oh, he'll be laid up fer a month yit. They say the retinue of his eye was cracked right across the middle. But that ain't worryin' Sheeley. He's livin' in style at the hospital, all his bills paid, and the swells lookin' after him. I hear he ain't even goin' to prosecute.
Standing on the sill, whimpering with fear, he wrestled with it frantically, bruising his fingers, and tearing his nails, but he could not move it. Then he tried the door but Sheeley had evidently locked it and taken out the key. A blinding flash of lightning sent him scurrying back to his hiding- place, where he sank on the floor, shivering and cringing.
I was just reading to the Missus and the kids a book Skeeter brought home from Sunday School, all about Dan'l and the lions' den. Tall tale that, Mr. Dillingham. About one of the raciest animal articles I ever come acrost." When they were ready to go, Mrs. Sheeley followed them anxiously to the door. "It's a awful stormy night, Popper; you ain't going to stay, are you?" "Not long.
I suspicioned somethin' right then; says I to myself, 'he's got a handsome face but his mind is a well of corruption. And when I heard he'd shot Sheeley ...Now what in thunder is the matter with you, Chick?" During this recital Chick had been sitting in the doorway, his knees drawn up to his chin, listening intently, but at this point he cried out in a sputter of protesting sounds.
The big one wasn't in it! He kep' tryin' to stop 'em, buttin' in with his whip." "But how do you know all this, Chick?" cried Miss Lady almost fiercely; "did the Sheeley boy tell you?" "Skeeter? Shucks, he don't know nothin' 'ceptin' what his paw tole him." "But who told you?" Chick closed his lips and shook his head: "He'll set the cop on me." "Who?" "Skeeter's paw. Fer smashin' the slot machine.
When fate seems to lower darkest, sunlight comes. O'Brallaghan has brought his stalwart fist down on Mr. Jinks' nose but once, has scarcely caused the "gory blood" of that gentleman to spout forth from the natural orifices, when a vigorous female hand is laid upon his collar, and he turns. It is Mistress O'Calligan Sheeley come to the rescue of her husband.
I mean your nephew." "And you'll go the minute the rain lets up?" "Yes, if you'll play with us." Donald stood irresolute, watching Dillingham's thin, unsteady fingers shuffle the cards. He must get him home somehow, for Margery's sake. Dill never knew when to stop, he was good for the night unless somebody intervened. Sheeley caught his eye and nodded significantly.
Above the wind and the rain, a curious sound had come from below as if someone had stumbled against something. "Who is that?" Sheeley demanded sharply, leaning over the banister and peering down into the gloom. No answer came, but a draught of wind blew in from somewhere, swaying the gas-jet. "Oh! it's a window that's left open," said Sheeley. "That fool bartender!
"Then they come in an' got to rough-housin' an' I crawl up-stairs an' lay on me stommick an' peek through the crack. An' Sheeley an' the Drunk they got to scrappin' like I tole you. An' then while the big one was tryin' to git Sheeley to quit, the Drunk he come over to the door right where I was layin' at, an' he steady hisself aginst the wall an' bang loose at Sheeley with a pistol."
On the first visit he had sought out Sheeley, confident of being able to jog his memory, concerning his part in the affray, but to his dismay he found that Sheeley had already been summoned to the office of the prosecuting attorney. In every direction he turned he encountered the octopus of the law. Mr. Gooch gave him little encouragement. He wheezed, and whined, and contested every suggestion.
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