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PATRICK J. MEEHAN, ESQ., Hudson City, N.J. PETER CUNNINGHAM, ESQ., Utica, N.Y. MICHAEL FINNEGAN, ESQ., Houghton, Mich. J.C. O'BRIEN, ESQ., Rochester, N.Y. WM. FLEMING, ESQ., 16 Congress Street Troy, N.Y. HON. J.W. FITZGERALD, Ellen Street, Cincinnati, Ohio. PATRICK SWEENEY, ESQ., Newburgh Street, Lawrence, Mass.
He owned the trolley roads, and the gas works, and the water works; the place had been named after him, and the great college also. For many years he had even run the government of the town, so Finnegan had stated. And here was this huge estate, his home- -a palace fit for a king. How great must have been the excellence of such a man!
But I've got the promise of a job. There was a gentleman there Professor Stewart, from the college." "Hully gee!" said Finnegan. "I know that guy. A little runt with a black beard?" "I guess so," said Samuel dubiously. "I seen his pitcher in the paper," said the other. "He's one of them reformers always messin' into things." "Maybe that's why he was at the court," observed Samuel. "Sure thing!
Peter Heffernan 0 1 8 James Murphy 0 2 6 Mat Donovan 0 1 3 Luke Dannely 0 3 0 Jack Quigly 0 2 1 Pat Finnegan 0 2 2 Edward O'Connor, Esq. 2 0 0 "There's for you! Edward O'Connor, Esq., a Protestant in the parish Two pounds!" "Long life to him," cried a voice in the chapel. "Amen," said Father Phil; "I'm not ashamed to be clerk to so good a prayer.
We were fully posted as to the different routes to the seaboard by General Finnegan, and discussed with him the most feasible way of leaving the country. I inclined to the eastern coast, and this was decided on. I exchanged my remaining horse with General Finnegan for a better, giving him fifty dollars to boot. Leaving Madison, we crossed the Suwanee River at Moody's Ferry, and took the old St.
"Get out of this park, Charlie Finnegan, where us thieves and tramps and boozers are your betters; and take your dirty money with you." Finnegan drifted out by another walk. The Captain returned to his seat. "I couldn't avoid hearing," said Murray, drearily. "I think you are the biggest fool I ever saw." "What would you have done?" asked the Captain. "Nailed Pickering to the cross," said Murray.
I would like to see you in the service, but I can't take you in now. I must get on with my work and hurry back to my office. Good-bye and good luck to you. And don't forget about your fires." Turning to the elder of his two companions, he said, "All right, Finnegan. Go ahead." The man stepped to the nearest tree, slipped his calipers on it breast-high, then glanced aloft.
So Samuel sat down and waited; and in a few minutes John Callahan came in. He was a thick-set and red-faced Irishman, good-natured and pleasant looking-not at all like the desperado Samuel had imagined. "Say, John," said Finnegan. "This boy here used to work for Bertie Lockman; and he's got a girl works for the Wygants." "So!" said Callahan.
For some time no one appeared in sight either useful or inimical to his plans, until Mr. James Finnegan, who was filling the morning air with one of his characteristic songs, brightened the horizon up the street to his left. Cully's unexpected appearance at that moment produced so uncomfortable an effect upon Mr. Crimmins that that gentleman fell instantly back through the barroom door.
Tramp, tramp, tramp, sounded the militia steadily marching down Decatur Street. "Whist! do yez hear!" shouted Finnegan; and the conflict had ceased ere the yellow river could reflect the sun from the polished bayonets. You remember, of course, how long the strike lasted, and how many battles were fought and lives lost before the final adjustment of affairs.
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