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And another piece of news traveled as fast and as far the whereabouts of Finnegan. Mr. Clarkson had incidentally informed his gun-captain, who told the gun-crew; and from them the news went down the hoist and spread. Men swore louder over this; for though they did not want Finnegan around and in the way, they did not want him to die.
"No, I won't put out the light," shrieked the madam. "You can't work here. I'm going to telephone Jim Finnegan to come and get you." Susan started up angrily, as if she were half-crazed by drink. "If you do, you old hag," she cried, "I'll tell him you doped me and set these men on me. I'll tell him about Joe Bishop. And Jim'll send the whole bunch of you to the pen.
"I've heard it said that he had something to do with beating a water bill in the city council. Did he?" "You bet your life he did!" said the bartender with a grin. "Is it true that he bought up the council?" "You bet your life it's true!" "And is it true that Mr. Callahan got some of the money?" Finnegan glanced at the other suspiciously. "Say," he said, "what's all this about, anyhow?"
Finnegan, "he's a good, quiet kind of a boy, and if he hasn't too much sense there's many another has less." "That's what I think," said Dr. Lovaway. Jimmy stopped blowing the fire and looked round suddenly. "Sure, I know well you're wanting to put me away," he said. "It's for your own good," said the sergeant. "It'll do him no harm anyway," said Finnegan, "if so be he's not kept there."
Yesterday her outlook had been peaceful and unhappy; to-day she felt stimulation of an impending struggle. She was afraid, and yet she would not have turned back for one swift moment. And suddenly the words of Mrs. Finnegan recurred, "I guess we women are all alike." Were they? At which point she came upon a pastry-shop window and she went in and bought a half-dozen French pastries.
Would you promise to reform?" "Do you mean would I quit Callahan's? Why, sure I would." "Ah!" exclaimed the boy in delight. "But it'd have to be a steady job," put in the other. "I can take no chances with the baby." "That's all right," said Samuel. "I'll get you what you want." "Gee, young feller!" exclaimed Finnegan. "Do you carry 'em round in your pockets?" "No," said Samuel, "but Dr.
Only one actual chagrin had ever nibbled at the sound heart of Nora Finnegan a cruel chagrin, with long, white teeth, such as rodents have! She had never held a child to her breast, nor laughed in its eyes; never bathed the pink form of a little son or daughter; never felt a tugging of tiny hands at her voluminous calico skirts!
The next morning, bright and early, Samuel was on hand at the saloon, greatly to the amusement of his friend Finnegan. He got down on his hands and knees and gave the place such a scrubbing as it had never had before since it was built. And in return Finnegan invited him to some breakfast, which Samuel finally accepted, because it would enable him to take less from the Stedmans.
A little later, when Brian Kilfoyle was escorting Norah Finnegan home, they saw him sitting on the bank near the O'Driscolls' roofless cabin. Its mud walls were fast crumbling into ruin. Already the little window-square had lost its straight outline, and would soon be as shapeless as any hole burrowed in a bank.
In spite of the disfigurement Mr. Clarkson knew him. Jammed into the narrow staircase leading below was the body of a man partly hidden by a Gatling gun, the lever of which had pierced the forehead. "Finnegan," yelled the officer, "how'd you get there?" The man at the wheel lifted a bleary eye and blinked; then, unsteadily touching his forehead, answered: "Fe' dow'-shtairs, shir."
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