The Boss, and How He Came to Rule New York
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Lewis Alfred Henry. The Boss, and How He Came to Rule New York
CHAPTER I – HOW THE BOSS CAME TO NEW YORK
CHAPTER II – THE BOSS MEETS WITH POLITICS
CHAPTER III – THE BOSS SEES THE POWER OF TAMMANY
CHAPTER IV – THE BOSS ENTERS THE PRIMARY GRADE OF POLITICS
CHAPTER V – THE BATTLE OF THE BALLOTS
CHAPTER VI – THE RED JACKET ASSOCIATION
CHAPTER VII – HOW THE BOSS WAS NAMED FOR ALDERMAN
CHAPTER VIII – THE FATE OF SHEENY JOE
CHAPTER IX – HOW BIG KENNEDY BOLTED
CHAPTER X – HOW JIMMY THE BLACKSMITH DIED
CHAPTER XI – HOW THE BOSS STOOD AT BAY FOR HIS LIFE
CHAPTER XII – DARBY THE GOPHER
CHAPTER XIII – BIG KENNEDY AND THE MUGWUMPS
CHAPTER XIV – THE MULBERRY FRANCHISE
CHAPTER XV – THAT GAS COMPANY INJUNCTION
CHAPTER XVI – THE BOSS IS DEAD; LONG LIVE THE BOSS!
CHAPTER XVII – THE REPUTABLE OLD GENTLEMAN IS MAYOR
CHAPTER XVIII – HOW THE BOSS TOOK THE TOWN
CHAPTER XIX – THE SON OF THE WIDOW VAN FLANGE
CHAPTER XX – THE MARK OF THE ROPE
CHAPTER XXI – THE REVEREND BRONSON’S REBELLION
CHAPTER XXII – THE MAN OF THE KNIFE
CHAPTER XXIII – THE WEDDING OF BLOSSOM
CHAPTER XXIV – HOW VAN FLANGE WENT INTO STOCKS
CHAPTER XXV – PROFIT AND LOSS; MAINLY THE LATTER
CHAPTER XXVI – THE VICTOR AND THE SPOILS
CHAPTER XXVII – GOLD CAME, AND DEATH STEPPED IN
CHAPTER XXVIII – BEING THE EPILOGUE
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MY father was a blacksmith, and he and my mother came out of Clonmel, where I myself was born. There were four to our family, for besides my father and mother, I owned a sister named Anne, she being my better in age by a couple of years. Anne is dead now, with all those others I have loved, and under the grass roots; but while she lived – and she did not pass until after I had reached the size and manners of a man – she abode a sort of second mother to me, and the littlest of my interests was her chief concern.
That Anne was thus tenderly about my destinies, worked doubtless a deal of fortunate good to me. By nature, while nothing vicious, I was as lawless as a savage; and being resentful of boundaries and as set for liberty as water down hill, I needed her influence to hold me in some quiet order. That I have the least of letters is due wholly to Anne, for school stood to me, child and boy, as hateful as a rainy day, and it was only by her going with me to sit by my side and show me my blurred way across the page that I would mind my book at all.
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“An’ the girl!” screamed Sheeny Joe. “I want her lagged too.”
“An’ the girl, officer,” commanded the red-faced one. “Take her along with the boy.”
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