I've been there
before, Breen, and know."
"Does he understand about McGowan's contract?" inquired Jack
mechanically, his eyes on Ruth. Her voice still rang in his ears--
its pathos and suffering stirred him to his very depths.
"Yes--I told him all about it," MacFarlane replied. "The Road will
stand behind us--so the General Manager says--but every day's
delay is ruinous to them. It will be night-and-day work for us
now, and no let-up. I have notified the men." He rose from his
seat and crossed to his daughter's side, and leaning over, drew
her toward him: "Brace up, little girl," there was infinite
tenderness in his cadences--"it's all in a lifetime. There are
only two of us, you know--just you and me, daughter--just you and
me--just two of us. Kiss me, Puss."
Regaining his full height he picked up his storm-coat from the
chair where he had flung it, and with the remark to Jack, that he
would change his clothes, moved toward the door. There he beckoned
to him, waited until he had reached his side, and whispering in
his ear: "Talk to her and cheer her up, Breen.
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