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You may be sure of that. No, neither of them wants a fight. That's the last thing. They're both afraid. What Langhorne wanted was a line on Dorgan. Mrs. Ogleby added two and two and got five. She thought it must be I who put the instrument in." Carton was growing more and more excited again, "It's exasperating," he continued. "There's the record somewhere if I could only get it.
It was filled with gold and silver coins, the principal currency of the West in those days. This promised interesting developments, but Dorgan, who had fallen into a sullen silence, refused to answer when questioned about the bag. "What's going on at the Hanley Ranch, Injun?" Mr. Sherwood asked. "Have those threshers killed Gil Steele?" "Dunno, Make heap noise.
"Whin ye come up, did ye see Dorgan?" asked Mr. Dooley. "Which Dorgan?" asked Mr. McKenna. "Why, to be sure, Hugh O'Neill Dorgan, him that was sicrety iv Deerin' Shtreet branch number wan hundred an' eight iv th' Ancient Ordher iv Scow Unloaders, him that has th' red lambrequin on his throat, that married th' second time to Dinnihy's aunt an' we give a shivaree to him.
In fact, the Reform League itself owed its existence to a fortunate conjunction of both moral and economic conditions which demanded progress. Of course, the League did not have such a big "barrel" as their opponents under Dorgan. But, at least they did have many willing workers, men and women, who were ready to sacrifice something for the advancement of the principles for which they stood.
We could not prove it, but in all probability it was Dorgan who furnished the money. She had seen a chance for providing for the future of herself and her family. All she had to do was to take it and keep quiet. "You know where she is, then?" shot out Kennedy suddenly. "No not now," returned Dopey. "She was told to meet me at the Little Montmartre. She did.
Why, that man that tried to sell me to Obermuller hasn't sense enough to be a good scene-shifter. Oh The firm of Dorgan & Olden is dissolved, Mag. The retiring partner has gone into the theatrical business. As for Dorgan the real one, poor fellow! jolly, handsome, big Tom Dorgan he died. Yes, he died, Maggie, and was buried up there in the prison graveyard.
We shall finish here in a week or so more, and then I'll see." That ended it. After Dorgan had got another match for his pipe, I let him out at the side door of the commissary, and he went his way across to the sleeping shacks on the other side of the tracks.
That banquet will live in the memory of Kansas newspapermen. Harvey, when he entered the hall where the journalists were already seated, first snapped his top hat sidewise to his attending valet. Then he sat down grandly. Billy Dorgan and Ed. Lowe "rode Harvey around," as Jack phrased it. The distinguished editor, with his solemnity, invited thrusts.
"'Twas in the back part o' my head to take a chance and ditch that damn' special when she was comin' back down the gulch," said Dorgan, at length, as coolly as if he were merely telling me that his pipe had gone out. "But if I'd done it, it would have been just my crooked luck to 'a' killed everybody on it but that woman. What'll ye be doin'?" "Nothing at present.
He bowed stiffly, but before he could say anything, a noise outside heralded the arrival of someone else. It proved to be Dorgan, who had come from an opposite direction. Dorgan seemed to treat the whole affair with contempt, which he took pleasure in showing. He was cool and calm, master of himself, in any situation no matter how hostile.
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