Mike Flannery On Duty and Off eBook

Ellis Parker Butler
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 64 pages of information about Mike Flannery On Duty and Off.

Mike Flannery On Duty and Off eBook

Ellis Parker Butler
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 64 pages of information about Mike Flannery On Duty and Off.

In half an hour Timmy was back.  He came into the office lugging the box, and let it drop on the floor with a thud.

“She won’t take no damaged cats,” said Timmy shortly.

Mike Flannery laid his pen on his desk with almost painful slowness and precision.  Slowly he slid off his chair, and slowly he picked up his cap and put it on his head.  He did not say a word.  His brow was drawn into deep wrinkles, and his eyes glittered as he walked up to the box with almost supernaturally stately tread and picked it up.  His lips were firmly set as he walked out of the office into the hot sun.  Timmy watched him silently.

In less than half an hour Mike Flannery came into the office again, quietly, and set the box silently on the floor.  Noiselessly he hung up his cap on the nail above the big calendar back of the counter.  He sank into his chair and looked for a long while at the blank wall opposite him.

“An’ t’ think,” he said at last, like one still wrapped in a great blanket of surprise, “t’ think she didn’t swear wan cuss th’ whole time!  Thim ladies is wonderful folks!  I wonder did she say th’ same t’ ye as she said t’ me, Timmy?”

“Sure she did,” said Timmy, grinning as usual.

“Will ye think of that, now!” said Flannery with admiration. “’Tis a grand constitution she must be havin’, that lady.  Twice in wan afternoon!  I wonder could she say th’ same three times?  ’Tis not possible.”

He ran his hand across his forehead and sighed, and his eyes fell on the box.  It was still where he had put it, but he seemed surprised to see it there.  He had no recollection of anything after Mrs. Warman had begun to talk.  He picked up his pen again.

“Interurban Express Co., New York,” he wrote.  “Consiny Mrs. Warman wont reciev cat way bill 23645 Hibbert and Jones consinor cat is—­”

He grinned and ran the end of the pen through his stubble of red hair.

“What is th’ swell worrd fer dead, Timmy?” he asked.  “I’m writin’ a letter t’ th’ swell clerks in New Yorrk that be always guyin’ me about me letters, an’ I ’ll hand thim a swell worrd fer wance.”

“Deceased,” said Timmy, grinning.

“‘Tis not that wan I was thinkin’ of,” said Flannery, “but that wan will do.  ‘Tis a high-soundin’ worrd, deceased.”

He dipped his pen in the ink again.

“—­cat is diseased,” he wrote.  “Pleas give disposal.  Mike Flannery.”

When the New York office of the Interurban Express Company received Flannery’s letter they called up Hibbert & Jones on the telephone.  Hibbert & Jones was the big department store, and it was among the Interurban’s best customers.  When the Interurban could do it a favour it was policy to do so, and the clerk knew that sending a cat back and forth by rail was not the best thing for the cat, especially if the cat was diseased.

“That cat,” said the manager of the live-animal department of Hibbert & Jones, “was in good health when it left here, absolutely, so far as we know.  If it was not it is none of our business.  Mrs. Warman came in and picked the cat out from a dozen or more, and paid for it.  It is her cat.  It doesn’t interest us any more.  And another thing:  You gave us a receipt for that cat in good order; if it was damaged in transit it is none of our affair, is it?”

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