"Do you know of a man named JEFFRY MAULBOY?" said she.
TEDDY opened his eyes very wide.
"What, the Prize-Fighter?" said he. "It's a jokin' ye are; fur how could
ye ask that same, afther I see him giv' TIM MCGONIGLE sich an illegant
knock-down with me own eyes, at the torchlight procession in the fall of
the winter? And JIM, with a shlit in his ear as was bewtifool to look
at, jumps up, and says he----"
He paused, for tears stood in ANN'S eyes. The reminiscence was too much
for her overcharged soul.
"Yes," she murmured. "He was always just such a lovely brick, was JEFF."
Then she added, with an effort: "I want you to take this letter to him
the first thing in the morning. Go to Mrs. LADLE'S first, and if he
ain't there--Do you know where his folks live?"
"I do that. It's a lawyer his father is, and lives at Western Bend. I'll
find him, mum, sure."
"Do it," said ANN, "and I'll find _you_ for a month."
TEDDY took the letter and retired to his room.
"To JIFFRY MAULBOY the Prize-Fighter," said he, patting it lovingly.
"Well-a-day! Who'd a thought it now? _Here's_ somethin to be proud of.
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