"O"Toole was gone be this time, an" th" little man laned over th" bar. "Now," says he, "what d"ye think iv a gazabo that don"t want a monniment put over some wan? Where is this here pole? I think I"ll go out an" take a look at it. Where "d ye say th" la-ad come fr"m? Donaldson? I was there. There was a man in our mess-a Wicklow man be th" name iv Dwyer-that had th" best come-all-ye I iver heerd. It wint like this," an" he give it to me."
THE TRAGEDY OF THE AGITATOR.
"Whin ye come up, did ye see Dorgan?" asked Mr. Dooley.
"Which Dorgan?" asked Mr. McKenna.
"Why, to be sure, Hugh O"Neill Dorgan, him that was sicrety iv Deerin" Shtreet branch number wan hundred an" eight iv th" Ancient Ordher iv Scow Unloaders, him that has th" red lambrequin on his throat, that married th" second time to Dinnihy"s aunt an" we give a shivaree to him. Hivins on earth, don"t ye know him?"
"I don"t," said Mr. McKenna; "and, if I know him, I haven"t seen him."
"Thin ye missed a sight," said Mr. Dooley. "He"s ragin" an" tearin". He have been a great union man. He"d sthrike on th" moment"s provocation. I seen him wanst, whin some scow unloaders sthruck in Lemont or some other distant place, put on his coat, lay down his shovel, an" go out, be hivins, alone. Well, his son goes an" jines th" Sivinth Rig"mint; an", by gar, th" ol" man, not knowin" about th" army, he"s that proud that he sthruts up an" down th" sthreet with his thumb in th" vest iv him an" give his son a new shovel, for they was wurrukin" together on th" scow "Odelia Ann." Well, whin th" sthrike come along, iv coorse th" scow unloaders quits; an" Dorgan an" th" la-ad goes out together, because they"re dhrawin" good wages an" th" crick do be full iv men r-ready f"r to take their places.
"Well, Dorgan had th" divvle"s own time paradin" up an" down an" sindin" out ordhers to sthrike to ivry man he knowed of till th" la-ad comes over las" Choosdah avenin", dhressed in his rigimintals with a gun as long as a clothes-pole over his shoulder. "Hughey," said th" father, "you look very gran" to-night," he says. "Whose fun"ral ar-re ye goin" to at this hour?" "None but thim I makes mesilf," says he. "What d"ye mean?" says th" ol" man. "I"m goin" over f"r to stand guard in th" thracks," says th" la-ad. Well, with that th" ol" man leaps up. "Polisman," he says. "Polisman," he says. "Copper," he says. "Twas on"y be Mrs. Dorgan comin" in an" quitein" th" ol" man with a chair that hostilities was averted-as th" pa-apers says-right there an" thin.
"Well, sir, will ye believe me, whin Dorgan wint over with th" mimbers iv" th" union that night f"r to bur-rn something, there was me brave Hughey thrampin" up an" down like a polisman on bate. Dorgan goes up an" shakes his fist at him, an" th" la-ad gives him a jab with his bayonet that makes th" poor ol" man roar like a bull. "In th" name iv th" people iv th" State iv Illinys," he says, "disperse," he says, "ye riter," he says; "an", if ye don"t go home," he says, "ye ol" omadhon," he says, "I"ll have ye thrun into jail," he says.
"Dorgan haven"t got over it yet. It dhruv him to a sick-bed."
BOYNE WATER AND BAD BLOOD.
"Jawn," said Mr. Dooley to Mr. McKenna, "what did th" Orangeys do to-day?"
"They had a procession," said Mr. McKenna.
"Was it much, I dinnaw?"
"Not much."
"That"s good," said Mr. Dooley. "That"s good. They don"t seem to be gettin" anny sthronger, praise be! Divvle th" sthraw do I care f"r thim. They niver harmed hair nor head iv me; an" they ain"t likely to, ayether, so long as th" R-road keeps th" way it is. Faith, "twud be a fine pot iv porridge th" like iv thim "d ate if they come up into Ar-rchey Road. I"m an ol" man, Jawn,-though not so ol" at that,-but I"d give tin years iv me life to see an Orange procession west on Ar-rchey Road with th" right flank restin" on Halsthed Sthreet. It "d rest there. Th" Lord knows it wud.
"Jawn, I have no dislike to th" Orangeys. Nawthin" again thim. I"d not raise me hand to thim, I wud not, though me cousin Tim was kilt be wan iv thim dhroppin" a bolt on his skull in th" ship-yards in Belfast. "Twas lucky f"r that there Orangey he spoke first. Me cousin Tim had a ship-ax in his hand that"d "ve evened things up f"r at laste wan iv th" poor pikemen that Sarsfield had along with him. But I"ve nawthin" again thim at that but th" wan that kilt Tim. I"d like to meet that lad in some quite place like th" Clan-na-Gael picnic on th" fifteenth iv August, some place where we"d have fair play.
"Jawn, live an" let live is me motto. On"y I say this here, that "tis a black disgrace to Chicago f"r to let th" likes iv thim thrapze about th" sthreets with their cheap ol" flags an" ribbons. Oh dear, oh dear, if Pathrick"s Day on"y come some year on" th" twelfth day iv July! Where "d they be, where "d they be?
"D"ye know things is goin" to th" dogs in this town, Jawn, avick? Sure they are, faith. I mind th" time well whin an Orangey "d as lave go through h.e.l.l in a celluloid suit as march in this here town on the twelfth iv July. I raymimber wanst they was a man be th" name iv Morgan Dempsey,-a first cousin iv thim Dempseys that lives in Cologne Sthreet,-an" he was a Roscommon man, too, an" wan iv th" cutest divvles that iver breathed th" breath iv life.
"Well, whin th" day come f"r th" Orangeys to cillybrate th" time whin King Willum-may th" divvle hould him!-got a stand-off,-an" "twas no betther, Jawn, f"r th" Irish"d "ve skinned him alive if th" poor ol" gaby iv an English king hadn"t ducked-What"s that? Don"t I know it? I have a book at home written be an impartial historyan, Pathrick Clancy Duffy, to prove it. What was I sayin"? Whin" th" twelfth day iv July come around an" th" Orangeys got ready to cillybrate th" day King Willum, with all his Gatlin" guns an" cannon, just barely sthud off Sarsfield an" his men that had on"y pikes an" brickbats an" billyard cues, th" good people was infuryated. I dinnaw who was th" mayor in thim days. He was niver ilicted again. But, annyhow, he give it out that th" Orangeys" procission must not be hurted. An" all th" newspapers asked th" good people to be quite, an" it was announced at high ma.s.s an" low ma.s.s that annywan that sthruck a blow "d be excommunicated.
"Well, ye know how it is whin modheration is counselled, Jawn. Modheration is another name f"r murdheration. So they put two platoons iv polismen in front iv th" Orangeys an" three behind, an" a double column alongside; an" away they wint.
"No wan intherfered with thim; an" that didn"t plaze Morgan Dempsey, who "d served his time a calker in a ship-yard. Bein" iv a injaneyous disposition, he made up his mind f"r to do something to show that pathrietism wasn"t dead in this counthry. So he got up in a hallway in Washington Sthreet, an" waited. Th" procission come with th" polismen in front an" behind an" along th" sides, an" th" German Band, thryin" to keep wan eye on the house-tops on both sides iv th" sthreet, an" to read th" music iv c Lillibullero" an" "Croppies lie down" an" "Boyne Wather" with th" other. Th" Orangeys didn"t look up. They kept their eyes pointed sthraight ahead, I"ll say that f"r thim. They"re murdherin" vilyans; but they"re Irish, iv a sort.
"Whin they come by Dempsey, he pokes his head out iv th" dure; an" says he, "Th" "ell with all th" Prowtestant bishops." Now that same over in Derry "d have had all th" tilin"s in town flyin"; but th" Orangeys "d been warned not to fight, an" they wint sthraight on, on"y they sung "Lillibullero." Did ye niver hear it? It goes (singing) "Ho! Brother Teigue, dost hear in th" degree?"
"Th" Lord f"rgive me f"r singin" it, Jawn. See if there"s anny wan near th" dure.
"Well, whin they got through, Dempsey puts his hands to his mouth, an" yells, "Th" "ell with King Willum." That was more thin th" Orangeys cud stand. They halted as wan man, an" roared out, "Th" "ell with th" pope." "What"s that?" says th" captain iv th" polis foorce. He was a man be th" name of Murphy, an" he was blue with rage f"r havin" to lead th" Orangeys. "Ma-arch on, Bra.s.s Money," says th" Orange marshal. Murphy pulled him fr"m his horse; an" they wint at it, club an" club. Be that time th" whole iv th" line was ingaged. Ivry copper belted an Orangey; an" a sergeant named Donahue wint through a whole lodge, armed on"y, Jawn, with a clarinet an" wan cymbal. He did so. An" Morgan Dempsey, th" cute divvle, he sthood by, an" encouraged both sides. F"r, next to an Orangey, he likes to see a polisman kilt. That ended wan Orangey parade.
"Not that I think it was right. I suppose they ought to be left walk about, an" I"m a fair man. If th" blackest iv thim wint by now, I"d not raise me hand"-
"h.e.l.lo," says Mr. McKenna, "here goes Killen, the Armagh man. They say he digs with his left foot."
"Jawn," said Mr. Dooley, eagerly, "if ye run up on th" roof, ye "ll find th" bricks loose in th" top row iv th" chimbley. Ye might hand him a few."
THE FREEDOM PICNIC.
"There"s wan thing about th" Irish iv this town," said Mr. Dooley.
"The police?" said Mr. McKenna.
"No," said the philosopher. "But they give picnics that does bate all. Be hivins, if Ireland cud be freed be a picnic, it "d not on"y be free to-day, but an impire, begorra, with Tim Haley, th" Banthry man, evictin" Lord Salisbury fr"m his houldin". "Twud that.
"Jawn, th" la-ads have got th" thrick iv freein" Ireland down to a sinsible basis. In th" ol" days they wint over with dinnymite b.u.mbs in their pockets, an" ayether got their rowlers on thim in Cork an" blew thimsilves up or was arristed in Queenstown f"r disordherly conduct. "Twas a divvle iv a risky job to be a pathrite in thim days, an" none but those that had no wan dipindint on thim cud affoord it. But what was th" use? Ireland wint on bein" th" same opprissed green oil it had always been, an" th" on"y difference th" rivolutions made was ye sa-aw new faces on th" bridges an" th" Wolfe Tones pa.s.sed another set iv resolutions.
""Tis different now. Whin we wants to smash th" Sa.s.senach an" restore th" land iv th" birth iv some iv us to her thrue place among th" nations, we gives a picnic. "Tis a dam sight asier thin goin" over with a slug iv joynt powder an" blowin" up a polis station with no wan in it. It costs less; an", whin "tis done, a man can lep aboord a sthreet ca-ar, an" come to his family an" sleep it off.
"I wint out last Choosdah, an" I suppose I must "ve freed as much as eight counties in Ireland. All th" la-ads was there. Th" first ma-an I see was Dorgan, the sanyor guarjeen in the Wolfe Tone Lithry Society. He"s th" la-ad that have made th" Prince iv Wales thrimble in his moccasins. I heerd him wanst makin" a speech that near injooced me to take a b.u.mb in me hand an" blow up Westminsther Cathedral. "A-re ye," he says, "men, or a-re ye slaves?" he says. "Will ye," he says, "set idly by," he says, "while th" Sa.s.senach," he says, "has th" counthry iv Immitt an" O"Connell," he says, "an" Jawn Im Smyth," he says, "undher his heel?" he says. "Arouse," he says, "slaves an" despots!" he says. "Clear th" way!" he says. "Cowards an" thraitors!" he says. "Faugh-a-ballagh!" he says. He had th" beer privilege at th" picnic, Jawn.
"Hinnissy, th" plumber, who blew wan iv his fingers off with a b.u.mb intinded f"r some iv th" archytecture iv Liverpool, had th" conthract f"r runnin" th" knock-th"-babby-down-an"-get-a-nice-seegar jint. F"r th" good iv th" cause I knocked th" babby down, Jawn, an" I on"y wish th" Queen iv England "r th" Prince iv Wales cud be injooced to smoke wan iv th" seegars. Ye might as well go again a Roman candle. Th" wan I got was made iv baled hay, an" "twas rumored about th" pa-ark that Hinnissy was wurrukin" off his surplus stock iv b.u.mbs on th" pathrites. His cousin Darcey had th" shootin" gallery privilege, an" he done a business th" like iv which was niver knowed be puttin" up th" figure iv an Irish polisman f"r th" la-ads to shoot at. "Twas bad in th" end though, f"r a gang iv Tipp"rary lads come along behind th" tent an" begun thrown stones at th" copper. Wan stone hit a Limerick man, an" th" cry "b.u.t.thermilk" wint around; an" be hivins, if it hadn"t been that th" chief iv polis, th" wise la-ad, sint none but German polismen to th" picnic, there "d not been a man left to tell th" tale."
"What"s that all got to do with freeing Ireland?" asked Mr. McKenna.
"Well, "tis no worse off thin it was befure, annyhow," said Mr. Dooley.
THE IDLE APPRENTICE.
"They hanged a man to-day," said Mr. Dooley.
"They did so," said Mr. McKenna.
"Did he die game?"