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We'd better stay over until they're running again on schedule." Mrs. Toomey ignored, if she heard, the suggestion, and continued: "It says that the stock, and the sheep in particular, have died like flies on the range, and scores of herders have been frozen." "There's more herders where they came from."
It was not remorse that Mrs. Toomey felt, but regret for not arraying herself on the side which ultimately would have brought her the most benefits. Mrs.
Toomey shrank from the staring eyes as though she had found herself walking down the middle of the road in her underclothing. The feeling vanished when Kate came up the walk slowly and she saw how white and haggard the girl's face was. Mrs. Toomey opened the door and asked her in nervously.
"Haven't seen a bow-legged, dirty-faced little devil of a six-year-old lost kid around here anywhere, have you?" Mr. Toomey retained Miss Purdy's hand on the steps. "Think of that dear little babe," said Miss Purdy, "lost from his mother's side perhaps already fallen beneath the iron hoofs of galloping steeds oh, isn't it dreadful?" "Ain't that right?" agreed Mr. Toomey, squeezing her hand.
"Of course I won't take him!" snarled Cullin, wrath and temper stiffening his back, "but the law shall, quick as I can fix it. Back to your cab, both of you!" he waved, for Ben, too, was bulkily climbing the platform steps. "Pull out at once and don't you stop for no more snidework!" "And leave this man here?" shouted Toomey. "Then you can do your own firing from here on, Cullin.
She surreptitiously studied his face wearing this new expression, and asked herself what would become of him with his violent temper, illogical reasoning and lack of balance, if it were not for the restraint of their association? Daily he became a stronger convert to the doctrine that the world owed every one himself in particular a living. It was one Mrs. Toomey did not hold with.
Even as Cullin came running up the track from the rear of the train, and brakemen running atop of it, eager to learn the cause of the stop, two men with saddle-bags slung over the left arm stepped out from behind the passenger depot and met the conductor half-way. Glancing back, Ben caught sight of them and, pistol in hand, started to swing from the engine, crying "Come on!" to Toomey.
Who do you think of inviting to meet her?" Mrs. Pantin considered. Then her eyes sparkled with malice, "I'll begin with Mrs. Toomey." In the office of the Grit, Hiram Butefish was reading the proof of his editorial that pointed out the many advantages Prouty enjoyed over its rival in the next county. There was no more perfect spot on the footstool for the rearing of children, Mr.
"'Disthroyed ut, sez Crook, an' he took us on, but not before Toomey that was in the Tyrone sez aloud, his voice somewhere in his stummick: 'Fwhat in the name av misfortune does this parrit widout a tail mane by shtoppin' the road av his betthers?
"I don't know yet, but I've got my own opinion." "But you won't lay down," Teeters pleaded, "even if they pull against you?" "Not to notice!" the deputy replied grimly. Momentarily flustered, flattered, and not a little curious, Mrs. Toomey opened the door one afternoon and admitted Mrs.
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