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Pulling out a large nickel watch and observing that they had just time to catch the train, he locked up his shop, and they set out together for the station. Mr. Tiernan led the way, for the path was narrow. The dry snow squeaked under his feet.
She halted. "Can I see you a moment, Mr. Tiernan?" Johnny looked at her. "Why sure," he said. Leaning his shovel against the wall, he gallantly opened the door that she might pass in before him and then led the way to the back of the shop where the stove was glowing hospitably. He placed a chair for her. "Now what can I be doing to serve you?" he asked. "It's about my sister," said Janet.
She fumbled in her bag, drawing out an imitation lace handkerchief and pressing it to her eyes. "There now!" exclaimed Mr. Tiernan, soothingly. "How would you know? And he deceivin' you like he did the company " "He didn't deceive me," cried Lise. "Listen," said Mr. Tiernan, who had risen and laid his hand on her arm.
Tiernan stood silent before her, his legs apart, his fingers running through his bristly hair. "Well, ye did right to come straight to me, Miss Janet. It's me that can find out, if anybody can, and it's glad I am to help you. Just you stay here make yourself at home while I run down and see some of the boys. I'll not be long and don't be afraid I'll let on about it."
About five o'clock Lise was coming home along Fillmore Street after an uneventful, tedious and manless holiday spent in the company of Miss Schuler and other friends when she perceived Mr. Tiernan seated on his steps, grinning and waving a tattered palm-leaf fan. "The mercury is sure on the jump," he observed. "You'd think it was July." And Lise agreed.
At first he rejoiced heartily in this title, as he did in a gold and diamond medal awarded him by a Chicago brewery for selling the largest number of barrels of beer of any saloon in Chicago. More recently, the newspapers having begun to pay humorous attention to both himself and Mr. Tiernan, because of their prosperity and individuality, he resented it.
They seemed to Janet that morning hatefully beautiful. In front of his tin shop, whistling cheerfully and labouring energetically with a shovel to clean his sidewalk, was Johnny Tiernan, the tip of his pointed nose made very red by the wind. "Good morning, Miss Bumpus," he said. "Now, if you'd only waited awhile, I'd have had it as clean as a parlour. It's fine weather for coal bills."
Gilgan had planned with Mr. Tiernan, Mr. Kerrigan, and Mr. Edstrom was encountering what might be called rough sledding.
The rest of us will not forget it when the plums are being handed around afterward." "Oh, you can depend on me to do the best I can always," commented Mr. Kerrigan, sympathetically. "It's a tough year, but we haven't failed yet." "And me, Chief! That goes for me," observed Mr. Tiernan, raucously. "I guess I can do as well as I have."
Tiernan stood silent before her, his legs apart, his fingers running through his bristly hair. "Well, ye did right to come straight to me, Miss Janet. It's me that can find out, if anybody can, and it's glad I am to help you. Just you stay here make yourself at home while I run down and see some of the boys. I'll not be long and don't be afraid I'll let on about it."
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