pitcher? I"ll break ivry man iv eighteen, four, six, an" chem"cal five to-morrah mornin" befure breakfast." Oh," he says, bringin" his fist down, "wan more, an" I"ll quit."
"An" he did, Jawn. Th" day th" Carpenter Brothers" box factory burnt.
"Twas wan iv thim big, fine-lookin" buildings that pious men built out iv celluloid an" plasther iv Paris. An" Clancy was wan iv th" men undher whin th" wall fell. I seen thim bringin" him home; an" th" little woman met him at th" dure, rumplin" her ap.r.o.n in her hands."
ON THE GAME OF FOOTBALL.
"Whin I was a young man," said Mr. Dooley, "an" that was a long time ago,--but not so long ago as manny iv me inimies"d like to believe, if I had anny inimies,--I played futball, but "twas not th" futball I see whin th" Brothers" school an" th" Saint Aloysius Tigers played las" week on th" pee-raries.
"Whin I was a la-ad, iv a Sundah afthernoon we"d get out in th" field where th" oats"d been cut away, an" we"d choose up sides. Wan cap"n"d pick one man, an" th" other another. "I choose Dooley," "I choose O"Connor," "I choose Dimpsey," "I choose Riordan," an" so on till there was twinty-five or thirty on a side. Thin wan cap"n"d kick th" ball, an"
all our side"d r-run at it an" kick it back; an" thin wan iv th" other side"d kick it to us, an" afther awhile th" game"d get so timpischous that all th" la-ads iv both sides"d be in wan pile, kickin" away at wan or th" other or at th" ball or at th" impire, who was mos"ly a la-ad that cudden"t play an" that come out less able to play thin he was whin he wint in. An", if anny wan laid hands on th" ball, he was kicked be ivry wan else an" be th" impire. We played fr"m noon till dark, an"
kicked th" ball all th" way home in the moonlight.
"That was futball, an" I was a great wan to play it. I"d think nawthin"
iv histin" th" ball two hundherd feet in th" air, an" wanst I give it such a boost that I stove in th" ribs iv th" Prowtestant minister--bad luck to him, he was a kind man--that was lookin" on fr"m a hedge. I was th" finest player in th" whole county, I was so.
"But this here game that I"ve been seein" ivry time th" pagan fistival iv Thanksgivin" comes ar-round, sure it ain"t th" game I played. I seen th" Dorgan la-ad comin" up th" sthreet yestherdah in his futball clothes,--a pair iv matthresses on his legs, a pillow behind, a mask over his nose, an" a bushel measure iv hair on his head. He was followed be three men with bottles, Dr. Ryan, an" th" Dorgan fam"ly. I jined thim. They was a big crowd on th" peerary,--a bigger crowd than ye cud get to go f"r to see a prize fight. Both sides had their frinds that give th" colledge cries. Says wan crowd: "Take an ax, an ax, an ax to thim. Hooroo, hooroo, h.e.l.labaloo. Christyan Bro-others!" an" th" other says, "Hit thim, saw thim, gnaw thim, chaw thim, Saint Aloysius!" Well, afther awhile they got down to wurruk. "Sivin, eighteen, two, four,"
says a la-ad. I"ve seen people go mad over figures durin" th" free silver campaign, but I niver see figures make a man want f"r to go out an" kill his fellow-men befure. But these here figures had th" same effect on th" la-ads that a mintion iv Lord Castlereagh"d have on their fathers. Wan la-ad hauled off, an" give a la-ad acrost fr"m him a punch in th" stomach. His frind acrost th" way caught him in th" ear. Th"
cinter rush iv th" Saint Aloysiuses took a runnin" jump at th" left lung iv wan iv th" Christyan Brothers, an" wint to th" gra.s.s with him. Four Christyan Brothers leaped most crooly at four Saint Aloysiuses, an"
rolled thim. Th" cap"n iv th" Saint Aloysiuses he took th" cap"n iv th"
Christyan Brothers be th" leg, an" he pounded th" pile with him as I"ve seen a section hand tamp th" thrack. All this time young Dorgan was standin" back, takin" no hand in th" affray. All iv a suddent he give a cry iv rage, an" jumped feet foremost into th" pile. "Down!" says th"
impire. "Faith, they are all iv that," says I, "Will iver they get up?"
"They will," says ol" man Dorgan. "Ye can"t stop thim," says he.
"It took some time f"r to pry thim off. Near ivry man iv th" Saint Aloysiuses was tied in a knot around wan iv th" Christyan Brothers. On"y wan iv them remained on th" field. He was lyin" face down, with his nose in th" mud. "He"s kilt," says I. "I think he is," says Dorgan, with a merry smile. "Twas my boy Jimmy done it, too," says he. "He"ll be arrested f"r murdher," says I. "He will not," says he. "There"s on"y wan polisman in town cud take him, an" he"s down town doin" th" same f"r somebody," he says. Well, they carried th" corpse to th" side, an" took th" ball out iv his stomach with a monkey wrinch, an" th" game was ray-shumed. "Sivin, sixteen, eight, eleven," says Saint Aloysius; an"
young Dorgan started to run down th" field. They was another young la-ad r-runnin" in fr-front iv Dorgan; an", as fast as wan iv th" Christyan Brothers come up an" got in th" way, this here young Saint Aloysius grabbed him be th" hair iv th" head an" th" sole iv th" fut, an" thrun him over his shoulder. "What"s that la-ad doin"?" says I. "Interferin","
says he. "I shud think he was," says I, "an" most impudent," I says.
"Tis such interference as this," I says, "that breaks up fam"lies"; an"
I come away.
""Tis a n.o.ble sport, an" I"m glad to see us Irish ar-re gettin" into it.
Whin we larn it thruly, we"ll teach thim colledge joods fr"m th" pie belt a thrick or two."
"We have already," said Mr. Hennessy. "They"se a team up in Wisconsin with a la-ad be th" name iv Jeremiah Riordan f"r cap"n, an" wan named Patsy O"Dea behind him. They come down here, an" bate th" la-ads fr"m th" Chicawgo Colledge down be th" Midway."
"Iv coorse, they did," said Mr. Dooley. "Iv coorse, they did. An" they cud bate anny collection iv Baptists that iver come out iv a tank."
ON THE NECESSITY OF MODESTY AMONG THE RICH.
"I wondher," said Mr. Hennessy, "if thim Hadley-Markhams that"s goin" to give th" ball is anny kin iv th" aldherman?"
"I doubt it," said Mr. Dooley. "I knowed all his folks. They"re Monaghan people, an" I niver heerd iv thim marryin" into th" Hadleys, who come fr"m away beyant near th" Joynt"s Causeway. What med ye think iv thim?"
"I was readin" about th" Prowtestant minister that give thim such a turnin" over th" other night," said Hennessy. Then the Philistine went on: "It looks to me as though th" man was wr-rong, an" th"
Hadley-Markhams was right. Faith, th" more th" poor can get out iv th"
r-rich, th" better f"r thim. I seen it put just r-right in th" paper th"
other day. If these people didn"t let go iv their coin here, they"d take it away with thim to Paris or West Baden, Indiana, an" spind it instid iv puttin" it in circulation amongst th" florists an" dhressmakers an"
hackmen they"ll have to hire. I believe in encouragin" th" rich to walk away fr"m their change. "Tis gr-reat f"r business."
Mr. Dooley mused over this proposition some time before he said:--
"Years ago, whin I was a little bit iv a kid, hardly high enough to look into th" pot iv stirabout on th" peat fire, they was a rich landlord in our part iv Ireland; an" he ownded near half th" counthryside. His name was Dorsey,--Willum Edmund Fitzgerald Dorsey, justice iv th" peace, mimber iv Parlymint.
"I"ll niver tell ye how much land that man had in his own r-right. Ye cud walk f"r a day without lavin" it, bog an" oat-field an" pasthure an"
game presarves. He was smothered with money, an" he lived in a house as big as th" Audjitoroom Hotel. Manny"s th" time I"ve seen him ride by our place, an" me father"d raise his head from th" kish iv turf an" touch his hat to th" gr-reat man. An" wanst or twict in th" month th" dogs"d come yelpin" acrost our little place, with lads follerin" afther in r-red coats; f"r this Dorsey was a gr-reat huntsman, bad scran to his evil face.
"He had th" r-reputation iv bein" a good landlord so long as th" crops come regular. He was vilent, it"s thrue, an" "d as lave as not cut a farmer acrost th" face with his whip f"r crossin" th" thrail iv th" fox; but he was liberal with his money, an", Hinnissy, that"s a thrait that covers a mult.i.tude iv sins. He give freely to th" church, an" was as gin"rous to th" priest as to th" parson. He had th" gintry f"r miles around to his big house f"r b.a.l.l.s an" dinners an" huntin" meetin"s, an"
half th" little shopkeepers in th" neighborin" town lived on th" money he spent f"r th" things he didn"t bring fr"m Dublin or London. I mind wanst a great roar wint up whin he stayed th" whole season in England with his fam"ly. It near broke th" townsfolk, an" they were wild with delight whin he come back an" opened up th" big house.
"But wan year there come a flood iv rain, an" th nex" year another flood, an" th" third year there wasn"t a lumper turned up that wasn"t blue-black to th" hear-rt. We was betther off than most, an" we suffered our share, Gawd knows; but thim that was sc.r.a.pin" th" sod f"r a bare livin" fr"m day to day perished like th" cattle in th" field.
"Thin come th" writs an" th" evictions. Th" bailiffs dhrove out in squads, seizin" cattle an" turnin" people into th" r-road. Nawthin" wud soften th" hear-rt iv Dorsey. I seen th" priest an" th" "Piscopal ministher dhrivin" over to plead with him wan night; an" th" good man stopped at our house, comin" back, an" spent th" night with us. I heerd him tell me father what Dorsey said. "Haven"t I been lib"ral with me people?" he says. "Haven"t I give freely to ye"er churches? Haven"t I put up soup-houses an" disthributed blankets whin th" weather was cold?
Haven"t I kept th" shopkeepers iv th" town beyant fr"m starvin" be thradin" with thim an" stayin" in this cur-rsed counthry, whin, if I"d done what me wife wanted, I"d been r-runnin" around Europe, enj"yin"
life? I"m a risidint landlord. I ain"t like Kilduff, that laves his estate in th" hands iv an agint. I"m proud iv me station. I was bor-rn here, an" here I"ll die; but I"ll have me r-rights. These here people owes their rent, an" I"ll get th" rent or th" farms if I have to call on ivry rig"mint fr"m Bombay to Cape Clear, an" turn ivry oat-field into a pasture f"r me cattle. I stand on th" law. I"m a just man, an" I ask no more thin what belongs to me."
"Ivry night they was a party on th" hill, an" th" people come fr"m miles around; an" th" tinants trudgin" over th" muddy roads with th" peelers behind thim cud see th" light poorin" out fr"m th" big house an" hear Devine"s band playin" to th" dancers. Th" shopkeepers lived in clover, an" thanked th" lord f"r a good landlord, an" wan that lived at home.
But one avnin" a black man be th" name iv Shaughnessy, that had thramped acrost th" hills fr"m Galway just in time to rent f"r th" potato rot, wint and hid himself in a hedge along th" road with a shotgun loaded with hardware under his coat. Dorsey"d heerd talk iv the people bein"
aggrieved at him givin" big parties while his bailiffs were hustlin" men and women off their hold-in"s; but he was a high-handed man, an" foolish in his pride, an" he"d have it no other way but that he"d go about without protection. This night he rode alongside th" carredge iv some iv his frinds goin" to th" other side iv town, an" come back alone in th"
moonlight. Th" Irish ar-re poor marksmen, Hinnissy, except whin they fire in platoons; but that big man loomin" up in th" moonlight on a black horse cud no more be missed thin th" r-rock iv Cashel. He niver knowed what hit him; an" Pether th" Packer come down th" followin"
month, an" a jury iv shopkeepers hanged Shaughnessy so fast it med even th" judge smile."
"Well," said Mr. Hennessy, "I suppose he desarved it; but, if I"d been on th" jury, I"d"ve starved to death before I"d give th" verdict."
"Thrue," said Mr. Dooley. "An" Dorsey was a fool. He might"ve evicted twinty thousan" tinants, an" lived to joke about it over his bottle.
"Twas th" music iv th" band an" th" dancin" on th" hill an" th" lights th" Galway man seen whin he wint up th" muddy road with his babby in his arrums that done th" business f"r Dorsey."
ON THE POWER OF LOVE.
""Twas this way," said Mr. Hennessy, sparring at Mr. Dooley. "Fitz led his right light on head, thin he stuck his thumb in Corbett"s hear-rt, an" that was th" end iv th" fight an" iv Pompydour Jim. I tol" ye how it wud come out. Th" punch over th" hear-rt done th" business."
"Not at all," said Mr. Dooley. "Not at all. "Twas Mrs. Fitzsimmons done th" business. Did ye see the pitcher iv that lady? Did ye? Well, "twud"ve gone har-rd with th" lad if he"d lost th" fight in th" ring.
He"d have to lose another at home. I"ll bet five dollars that th" first lady iv th" land licks th" champeen without th" aid iv a stove lid. I know it.
"As me good frind, Jawn Sullivan, says, "tis a great comfort to have little reminders iv home near by whin ye"re fightin". Jawn had none, poor lad; an" that accounts f"r th" way he wint down at last. Th" home infloo-ence is felt in ivry walk iv life. Whin Corbett was poundin" th"
first jintleman iv th" land like a man shinglin" a roof, th" first lady iv th" land stood in th" corner, cheerin" on th" bruised an" bleedin"
hero. "Darlin" she says, "think iv ye"er home, me love. Think," she says, "iv our little child larnin" his caddychism in Rahway, New Jersey," she says. "Think iv th" love I bear ye," she says, "an" paste him," she says, "in th" slats. Don"t hit him on th" jaw," she says.
"He"s well thrained there. But tuck ye"er lovin" hooks into his diseased an" achin" ribs," she says. "Ah, love!" she says, "recall thim happy goolden days iv our coortship, whin we walked th" counthry lane in th"
light iv th" moon," she says, "an hurl yer maulies into his hoops," she says. "Hit him on th" slats!" An" Fitz looked over his shoulder an" seen her face, an" strange feelin"s iv tendherness come over him; an" thinks he to himself: "What is so good as th" love iv a pure woman? If I don"t nail this large man, she"ll prob"ly kick in me head." An" with this sacred sintimint in his heart he wint over an" jolted Corbett wan over th" lathes that retired him to th" home f"r decayed actors.