Enter O'Connor and Chimmie.—[Page 228].
"Proxy, is ut!" exclaimed O'Connor. "Chimmie, me boy, give me the odther wan." Jimmie handed him a second paper, which he in turn handed to the president.
The royal blood was now at boiling-point.—[Page 232].
"This seems to be perfectly regular, dated to-day, from Andrew J. Ahearn, for five hundred shares," the president said, and handed the proxy to me.
The stir of expectation had become a ripple of excitement. I observed that Mr. Walker moved uneasily.
"Yis, sor," said O'Connor, with a touch of ludicrous aplomb. "Andy Ahearn—shure, the ould divil wouldn't give me the wan widout I bought the odther. And now, thin, sor, I have the privilege to vote, is ut?"
The president bowed and looked about the room for some other person who might have business before the meeting.
"Thin I, Michael O'Connor," the old fellow continued, to everybody's surprise and amusement, "do hereby vote on these five hunder' shares"—here he held the certificate aloft in his right hand—"for Mr. Hinry Haitch Cutting, Esquire, so help me God, and——"