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It was just after daybreak, and Crowley and Polhamus urged on the horses, expecting in a few minutes to have their load safely locked up. The fellows evidently not liking the vicinity to which the drivers were taking them, ordered them to wheel about, which they were compelled to do, and drive under their direction to an old house in the Tenth Ward.
Dick nodded, but did not otherwise reply. Alec smiled faintly. 'Well, I suppose the end of it will be death in some swamp, obscurely, worn out with disease and exposure; and my bearers will make off with my guns and my stores, and the jackals will do the rest. 'I think it's horrible, said Mrs. Crowley, with a shudder. 'I'm a fatalist.
The Catholics of the town made efforts to intimidate the owner of the place in which the lecture was to be given; the priest of the town, Father O'Connor, preached a sermon furiously denouncing the lecturer; and after the lecture the unfortunate Crowley was surrounded by a mob of men, women and boys, and although he was six feet three in size, he was beaten almost to death.
If people choose to put a higher value on the means than on the end, I can only pass with a shrug of the shoulders, and regret the paucity of their intelligence. 'It's really unfair to talk so much all at once, said Mrs. Crowley, throwing up her pretty hands. But Dick would not be stopped. 'For my part I have neither wife nor child, and I have an income that is more than adequate.
Stephen Crowley had made a somewhat unsuccessful attempt to put his mass of hair in order. Most of the others had not thought even of that. Why should they? Poor Dirk, you will remember, if he had thought of it, had no comb with which to experiment. It is doubtful if many of the others were any better off in this respect.
Bunting nodded. Mrs. Crowley had been one of Bunting's ladies, one of those he had liked best a cheerful, jolly lady, who used often to give her servants what she called a treat. It was seldom the kind of treat they would have chosen for themselves, but still they appreciated her kind thought. "Mrs.
But there proved to be no Crowley Pelter in the telephone directory, so the boys had to consult a regular directory. They found that the man lived quite a distance out, in the Germantown section. "Let's hire a taxi, and get out there as fast as we can," suggested Dick. Now that they were actually on the trail of the missing broker he was anxious to bring the pursuit to an end.
'Besides, base is the soul that drinks in the morning by himself. At night, in your slippers and without a collar, with a pipe in your mouth and a good book in your hand, a solitary glass of whisky and soda is eminently desirable; but the anteprandial cocktail needs the sparkle of conversation. 'You seem to be in excellent health, said Mrs. Crowley. 'I am. Why?
Crowley, 'that the pleasure you took in roast-beef and ale showed a singularly gross and unemotional nature. 'I adore good food as I adore all the other pleasant things of life, and because I have that gift I am able to look upon the future with equanimity. 'Why? asked Alec. 'Because a love for good food is the only thing that remains with man when he grows old. Love?
Miss Anthony and the fourteen other ladies who voted, went before U. S. Commissioner Storrs, U. S. District-Attorney Crowley and Assistant U. S. District-Attorney Pond, and were ordered to appear for examination Friday, November 29.
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