gla.s.s.
"I was still dreamin" goold, an" I wint down to Saint Looey. Th"
nearest I come to a fortune there was findin" a quarther on th" sthreet as I leaned over th" dashboord iv a car to whack th" off mule. Whin I got to Chicago, I looked around f"r the goold mine. They was Injuns here thin. But they wasn"t anny mines I cud see. They was mud to be shovelled an" dhrays to be dhruv an" beats to be walked. I choose th" dhray; f"r I was niver cut out f"r a copper, an" I"d had me fill iv excavatin". An" I dhruv th" dhray till I wint into business.
"Me experyence with goold minin" is it"s always in th" nex" county. If I was to go to Alaska, they"d tell me iv th" finds in Seeberya. So I think I"ll stay here. I"m a silver man, annyhow; an" I"m contint if I can see goold wanst a year, whin some prominent citizen smiles over his newspaper. I"m thinkin" that ivry man has a goold mine undher his own dure-step or in his neighbor"s pocket at th" farthest."
"Well, annyhow," said Mr. Hennessy, "I"d like to kick up th" sod, an"
find a ton iv goold undher me fut."
"What wud ye do if ye found it?" demanded Mr. Dooley.
"I--I dinnaw," said Mr. Hennessy, whose dreaming had not gone this far.
Then, recovering himself, he exclaimed with great enthusiasm, "I"d throw up me job an"--an" live like a prince."
"I tell ye what ye"d do," said Mr. Dooley. "Ye"d come back here an"
sthrut up an" down th" sthreet with ye"er thumbs in ye"er armpits; an"
ye"d dhrink too much, an" ride in sthreet ca-ars. Thin ye"d buy foldin"
beds an" piannies, an" start a reel estate office. Ye"d be fooled a good deal an" lose a lot iv ye"er money, an" thin ye"d tighten up. Ye"d be in a cold fear night an" day that ye"d lose ye"er fortune. Ye"d wake up in th" middle iv th" night, dhreamin" that ye was back at th" gas-house with ye"er money gone. Ye"d be prisidint iv a charitable society. Ye"d have to wear ye"er shoes in th" house, an" ye"er wife"d have ye around to rayciptions an dances." Ye"d move to Mitchigan Avnoo, an" ye"d hire a coachman that"d laugh at ye. Ye"er boys"d be joods an" ashamed iv ye, an" ye"d support ye"er daughters" husbands. Ye"d rackrint ye"er tinants an" lie about ye"er taxes. Ye"d go back to Ireland on a visit, an" put on airs with ye"er cousin Mike. Ye"d be a mane, close-fisted, onscrupulous ol" curmudgeon; an", whin ye"d die, it"d take half ye"er fortune f"r rayqueems to put ye r-right. I don"t want ye iver to speak to me whin ye get rich, Hinnissy."
"I won"t," said Mr. Hennessy.
ON BOOKS.
"Ivry time I pick up me mornin" paper to see how th" sc.r.a.p come out at Batthry D," said Mr. Dooley, "th" first thing I r-run acrost is somethin" like this: "A hot an" handsome gift f"r Christmas is Lucy Ann Patzooni"s "Jims iv Englewood Thought""; or "If ye wud delight th"
hear-rt iv yer child, ye"ll give him Dr. Harper"s monymental histhry iv th" Jewish thribes fr"m Moses to Dhry-fuss" or "Ivrybody is r-readin"
Roodyard Kiplin"s "Busy Pomes f"r Busy People."" Th" idee iv givin"
books f"r Christmas prisints whin th" stores are full iv tin hor-rns an"
dhrums an" boxin" gloves an choo-choo ca-ars! People must be crazy."
"They ar-re," said Mr. Hennessy. "My house is so full iv books ye cudden"t tur-rn around without stumblin" over thim. I found th" life iv an ex-convict, the "Prisoner iv Zinders," in me high hat th" other day, where Mary Ann was hidin" it fr"m her sister. Instead iv th" chidher fightin" an" skylarkin" in th" evenin", they"re settin" around th" table with their noses glued into books. Th" ol" woman doesn"t read, but she picks up what"s goin" on. "Tis "Honoria, did Lor-rd What"s-his-name marry th" fair Aminta?" or "But that Lady Jane was a case." An" so it goes. There"s no injymint in th" house, an" they"re usin" me cravats f"r bookmarks."
""Tis all wrong," said Mr. Dooley. "They"re on"y three books in th"
wurruld worth readin",--Shakespeare, th" Bible, an" Mike Ahearn"s histhry iv Chicago. I have Shakespeare on thrust, Father Kelly r-reads th" Bible f"r me, an" I didn"t buy Mike Ahearn"s histhry because I seen more thin he cud put into it. Books is th" roon iv people, specially novels. Whin I was a young man, th" parish priest used to preach again thim; but n.o.body knowed what he meant. At that time Willum Joyce had th"
on"y library in th" Sixth Wa-ard. Th" mayor give him th" bound volumes iv th" council proceedings, an" they was a very handsome set. Th" on"y books I seen was th" kind that has th" life iv th" pope on th" outside an" a set iv dominos on th" inside. They"re good readin". Nawthin" cud be better f"r a man whin he"s tired out afther a day"s wurruk thin to go to his library an" take down wan iv th" gr-reat wurruks iv lithratchoor an" play a game iv dominos f"r th" dhrinks out iv it. Anny other kind iv r-readin", barrin" th" newspapers, which will niver hurt anny onedycated man, is desthructive iv morals.
"I had it out with Father Kelly th" other day in this very matther. He was comin" up fr"m down town with an ar-rmful iv books f"r prizes at th"
school. "Have ye th" Key to Heaven there?" says I. "No," says he, "th"
childher that"ll get these books don"t need no key. They go in under th"
turnstile," he says, laughin". "Have ye th" Lives iv th" Saints, or the Christyan Dooty, or th" Story iv Saint Rose iv Lima?" I says. "I have not," says he. "I have some good story books. I"d rather th" kids"d r-read Char-les d.i.c.kens than anny iv th" tales iv thim holy men that was burned in ile or et up be lines," he says. "It does no good in these degin"rate days to prove that th" best that can come to a man f"r behavin" himsilf is to be cooked in a pot or di-gisted be a line," he says. "Ye"re wrong," says I. "Beggin" ye"er riv"rince"s pardon, ye"re wrong," I says. "What ar-re ye goin" to do with thim young wans? Ye"re goin" to make thim near-sighted an" round-shouldered," I says. "Ye"re goin" to have thim believe that, if they behave thimsilves an" lead a virchous life, they"ll marry rich an" go to Congress. They"ll wake up some day, an" find out that gettin" money an behavin" ye"ersilf don"t always go together," I says. "Some iv th" wickedest men in th" wurruld have marrid rich," I says. "Ye"re goin" to teach thim that a man doesn"t have to use an ax to get along in th" wurruld. Ye"re goin" to teach thim that a la-ad with a curlin" black mustache an" smokin" a cigareet is always a villyan, whin he"s more often a barber with a lar-rge family.
Life, says ye! There"s no life in a book. If ye want to show thim what life is, tell thim to look around thim. There"s more life on a Sat.u.r.dah night in th" Ar-rchy Road thin in all th" books fr"m Shakespeare to th"
rayport iv th" drainage thrustees. No man," I says, "iver wrote a book if he had annything to write about, except Shakespeare an" Mike Ahearn.
Shakespeare was all r-right. I niver read anny of his pieces, but they sound good; an" I know Mike Ahearn is all r-right.""
"What did he say?" asked Mr. Hennessy.
"He took it all r-right," said Mr. Dooley. "He kind o" grinned, an" says he: "What ye say is thrue, an" it"s not thrue," he says. "Books is f"r thim that can"t injye thimsilves in anny other way," he says. "If ye"re in good health, an" ar-re atin" three squares a day, an" not ayether sad or very much in love with ye"er lot, but just lookin" on an" not carin"
a"--he said rush--"not carin" a rush, ye don"t need books," he says.
"But if ye"re a down-spirited thing an" want to get away an" can"t, ye need books. "Tis betther to be comfortable at home thin to go to th"
circus, an" "tis betther to go to th" circus thin to r-read anny book.
But "tis betther to r-read a book thin to want to go to th" circus an"
not be able to," he says. "Well," says I, "whin I was growin" up, half th" congregation heard ma.s.s with their prayer books tur-rned upside down, an" they were as pious as anny. Th" Apostles" Creed niver was as con-vincin" to me afther I larned to r-read it as it was whin I cudden"t read it, but believed it.""
ON REFORM CANDIDATES.
"That frind iv ye"ers, Dugan, is an intilligent man," said Mr. Dooley.
"All he needs is an index an" a few ill.u.s.thrations to make him a bicyclopedja iv useless information."
"Well," said Mr. Hennessy, judiciously, "he ain"t no Soc-rates an" he ain"t no answers-to-questions colum; but he"s a good man that goes to his jooty, an" as handy with a pick as some people are with a c.o.c.ktail spoon. What"s he been doin" again ye?"
"Nawthin"," said Mr. Dooley, "but he was in here Choosday. "Did ye vote?" says I. "I did," says he. "Which wan iv th" distinguished bunko steerers got ye"er invalu"ble suffrage?" says I. "I didn"t have none with me," says he, "but I voted f"r Charter Haitch," says he. "I"ve been with him in six ilictions," says he, "an" he"s a good man," he says.
"D"ye think ye"re votin" f"r th" best?" says I. "Why, man alive," I says, "Charter Haitch was a.s.sa.s.sinated three years ago," I says. "Was he?" says Dugan. "Ah, well, he"s lived that down be this time. He was a good man," he says.
"Ye see, that"s what thim rayform lads wint up again. If I liked rayformers, Hinnissy, an" wanted f"r to see thim win out wanst in their lifetime, I"d buy thim each a suit iv chilled steel, ar-rm thim with raypeatin" rifles, an" take thim east iv State Sthreet an" south iv Jackson Bullyvard. At prisint th" opinion that pre-vails in th" ranks iv th" gloryous ar-rmy iv rayform is that there ain"t annything worth seein" in this lar-rge an" commodyous desert but th" pest-house an" the bridewell. Me frind Willum J. O"Brien is no rayformer. But Willum J.
undherstands that there"s a few hundherds iv thousands iv people livin"
in a part iv th" town that looks like nawthin" but smoke fr"m th" roof iv th" Onion League Club that have on"y two pleasures in life, to wurruk an" to vote, both iv which they do at th" uniform rate iv wan dollar an" a half a day. That"s why Willum J. O"Brien is now a sinitor an" will be an aldherman afther next Thursdah, an" it"s why other people are sinding him flowers.
"This is th" way a rayform candydate is ilicted. Th" boys down town has heerd that things ain"t goin" r-right somehow. Franchises is bein"
handed out to none iv thim; an" wanst in a while a mimber iv th" club, comin" home a little late an" thryin" to ricon-cile a pair iv r-round feet with an embroidered sidewalk, meets a sthrong ar-rm boy that pushes in his face an" takes away all his marbles. It begins to be talked that th" time has come f"r good citizens f"r to brace up an" do somethin", an" they agree to nomynate a candydate f"r aldherman. "Who"ll we put up?" says they. "How"s Clarence Doolittle?" says wan. "He"s laid up with a coupon thumb, an" can"t r-run." "An" how about Arthur Doheny?" "I swore an oath whin I came out iv colledge I"d niver vote f"r a man that wore a made tie." "Well, thin, let"s thry Willie Boye." "Good," says th" comity. "He"s jus" th" man f"r our money." An" Willie Boye, after thinkin" it over, goes to his tailor an" ordhers three dozen pairs iv pants, an" decides f"r to be th" sthandard-bearer iv th" people. Musin"
over his fried eyesthers an" asparagus an" his champagne, he bets a polo pony again a box of golf-b.a.l.l.s he"ll be ilicted unanimous; an" all th"
good citizens make a vow f"r to set th" alar-rm clock f"r half-past three on th" afthernoon iv iliction day, so"s to be up in time to vote f"r th" riprisint.i.tive iv pure gover"mint.
""Tis some time befure they comprehind that there ar-re other candydates in th" field. But th" other candydates know it. Th" sthrongest iv thim--his name is Flannigan, an" he"s a re-tail dealer in wines an"
liquors, an" he lives over his establishment. Flannigan was nomynated enthusyastically at a prim"ry held in his bar-rn; an" before Willie Boye had picked out pants that wud match th" color iv th" Austhreelyan ballot this here Flannigan had put a man on th" day watch, tol" him to speak gently to anny ray-gistered voter that wint to sleep behind th" sthove, an" was out that night visitin" his frinds. Who was it judged th" cake walk? Flannigan. Who was it carrid th" pall? Flannigan. Who was it sthud up at th" christening? Flannigan. Whose ca-ards did th" grievin" widow, th" blushin" bridegroom, or th" happy father find in th" hack?
Flannigan"s. Ye bet ye"er life. Ye see Flannigan wasn"t out f"r th" good iv th" community. Flannigan was out f"r Flannigan an" th" stuff.
"Well, iliction day come around; an" all th" imminent frinds iv good gover"mint had special wires sthrung into th" club, an" waited f"r th"
returns. Th" first precin"t showed 28 votes f"r Willie Boye to 14 f"r Flannigan. "That"s my precin"t," says Willie. "I wondher who voted thim fourteen?" "Coachmen," says Clarence Doolittle. "There are thirty-five precin"ts in this ward," says th" leader iv th" rayform ilimint. "At this rate, I"m sure iv 440 meejority. Gossoon," he says, "put a keg iv sherry wine on th" ice," he says. "Well," he says, "at last th"
community is relieved fr"m misrule," he says. "To-morrah I will start in arrangin" amindmints to th" tariff schedool an" th" ar-bitration threety," he says. "We must be up an" doin"," he says. "Hol" on there,"
says wan iv th" comity. "There must be some mistake in this fr"m th"
sixth precin"t," he says. "Where"s the sixth precin"t?" says Clarence.
"Over be th" dumps," says Willie. "I told me futman to see to that. He lives at th" corner iv Desplaines an Bloo Island Av"noo on Goose"s Island," he says. "What does it show?" "Flannigan, three hundherd an"
eighty-five; Hansen, forty-eight; Schwartz, twinty; O"Malley, sivinteen; Casey, ten; O"Day, eight; La.r.s.en, five; O"Rourke, three; Mulcahy, two; Schmitt, two; Moloney, two; Riordon, two; O"Malley, two; Willie Boye, wan." "Gintlemin," says Willie Boye, arisin" with a stern look in his eyes, "th" rascal has bethrayed me. Waither, take th" sherry wine off th" ice. They"se no hope f"r sound financial legislation this year. I"m goin" home."
"An", as he goes down th" sthreet, he hears a band play an" sees a procission headed be a calceem light; an", in a carredge, with his plug hat in his hand an" his di"mond makin" th" calceem look like a piece iv punk in a smoke-house, is Flannigan, payin" his first visit this side iv th" thracks."
ON PATERNAL DUTY.