"Mike Toole, Jeffersonville," it said. "Quit fooling, yourself. Don"t you know young dongolas are always water-shy at first? Tie them in the lake and let them soak, and they will learn to swim fast enough. If I didn"t know any more about dongolas than you do I would keep clear of them. Dennis Toole."
"Listen to that now," said Alderman Toole, a smile spreading over his face. "An" who ever said I knew annything about water goats, anny how?
Th" natural history of th" water goat is not wan of the things usually considered part of th" iducation of th" alderman from th" Fourth Ward, f.a.gan, but "tis surprised I am that ye did not know th" goat is like th"
soup bean, an" has t" be soaked before usin". Th" Keeper of th" Water Goat should know th" habits of th" animal, f.a.gan. Why did ye not put thim in to soak in th" first place? I am surprised at ye!"
"It escaped me mind," said f.a.gan. "I was thinkin" these was broke t"
swimmin" an" did not need t" be soaked. I wonder how long they should be soaked, Mike?"
""Twill do no harrm t" soak thim over night, anny how," said Toole.
"Over night is th" usual soak given t" th" soup-bean an" th" salt mackerel, t" say nawthin" of th" codfish an" others of th" water-goat family. Let th" water goats soak over night, f.a.gan, an by mornin" they will be ready t" swim like a trout. We will anchor thim in th" lake, f.a.gan--an" we will say nawthin" t" Dugan. "Twould be a blow t" Dugan was he t" learn th" dongolas provided fer th" park was young an"
wather-shy."
They anch.o.r.ed the water goats firmly in the lake, and left them there to overcome their shyness, which seemed, as f.a.gan and Toole left them, to be as great as ever. The goats gazed sadly, and bleated longingly, after the two men as they disappeared in the dusk, and when the men had pa.s.sed entirely out of sight, the goats looked at each other and complained bitterly.
Alderman Toole thoughtfully changed his wet clothes for dry ones before he went to Casey"s that evening, for he thought Dugan might be there, and he was. He was there when Toole arrived, and his brow was black.
He had had a bad day of it. Everything had gone wrong with him and his affairs. A large lump of his adherents had sloughed off from his party and had affiliated with his opponents, and the evening opposition paper had come out with a red-hot article condemning the administration for reckless extravagance. It had especially condemned Dugan for burdening the city with new bonds to create an unneeded park, and the whole thing had ended with a screech of ironic laughter over the--so the editor called it--fitting capstone of the whole business, the purchase of two dongola goats at perfectly extravagant prices.
"Mike," said the big mayor severely, when the little alderman had offered his greetings, "there is the divil an" all t" pay about thim dongolas. Th" News is full of thim. "Twill be th" ind of us all if they do not pan out well. Have ye tried thim in th" water yet?"
"Sure!" exclaimed the little alderman with a heartiness he did not feel.
"What has me an" f.a.gan been doin" all day but tryin" thim? Have no fear of th" wather goats, Dugan."
"Do they swim well, Mike?" asked the big mayor kindly, but with a weary heaviness he did not try to conceal.
"Swim!" exclaimed Toole. "Did ye say swim, Dugan? Swim is no name for th" way they rip thro" the wather! "Twas marvellous t" see thim. Ah, thim dongolas is wonderful animals! Do ye think we could persuade thim t" come out whin we wanted t" come home? Not thim, Dugan! "Twas all me an" f.a.gan could do t" pull thim out by main force, an" th" minute we let go of thim, back they wint into th" wather. "Twas pitiful t" hear th"
way they bleated t" be let back into th" wather agin, Dugan, so we let thim stay in for th" night."
"Ye did not let thim loose in th" lake, Mike?" exclaimed the big mayor.
"Ye did not let thim be so they could git away?"
"No," said Toole. "No! They"ll not git away, Dugan. We anch.o.r.ed thim fast."
"Ye done good, Mike," said the big mayor.
The next morning Keeper of the Water Goats f.a.gan was down sufficiently early to drag the bodies of the goats out of the lake long before even the first citizen was admitted to the park. Alone, and hastily he hid them in the little tool house, and locked the door on them. Then he went to find Alderman Toole. He found him in the mayor"s office, and beckoned him to one side. In hot, quick accents he told him the untimely fate of the dongola water goats, and the mayor--with an eye for everything on that important day--saw the red face of Alderman Toole grow longer and redder; saw the look of pain and horror that overspread it. A chilling fear gripped his own heart.
"Mike," he said. "What"s th" matter with th" dongolas?"
It was f.a.gan who spoke, while the little alderman from the Fourth Ward stood bereft of speech in this awful moment.
"Dugan," he said, "I have not had much ixperience with th" dongola wather goat, an" th" ways an" habits of thim is strange t" me, but if I was t" say what I think, I would say they was over-soaked."
"Over-soaked, f.a.gan?" said the mayor crossly. "Talk sense, will ye?"
"Sure!" said f.a.gan. "An" over-soaked is what I say. Thim water goats has all th" looks of bein" soaked too long. I would not say positive, Yer Honour, but that is th" looks of thim. If me own mother was t" ask me I would say th" same, Dugan. "Soakin" too long done it," is what I would say."
"You are a fool, f.a.gan!" exclaimed the big mayor.
"Well," said f.a.gan mildly, "I have not had much ixperience in soakin"
dongolas, if ye mean that, Dugan. I do not set up t" be an expert dongola soaker. I do not know th" rules t" go by. Some may like thim soaked long an" some may like thim soaked not so long, but if I was to say, I would say thim two dongolas at th" park has been soaked a dang sight too long. Th" swim has been soaked clean out of thim."
"Are they sick?" asked the big mayor. "What is th" matter with thim?"
"They do look sick," agreed f.a.gan, breaking the bad news gently. "I should say they look mighty sick, Dugan. If they looked anny sicker, I would be afther lookin" for a place t" bury thim in. An" I am lookin"
for th" place now."
As the truth dawned on the mind of the big mayor, he lost his firm look and sank into a chair. This was the last brick pulled from under his structure of hopes. His head sank upon his breast and for many minutes he was silent, while his aides stood abashed and ill at ease. At last he raised his head and stared at Toole, more in sorrow than in resentfulness.
"Mike," he said, "Mike Toole! What in th" worrld made ye soak thim dongolas?"
"Dugan," pleaded Toole, laying his hand on the big mayor"s arm. "Dugan, old man, don"t look at me that way. There was nawthin" else t" do but soak thim dongolas. Many"s th" time I have seen me old father soakin"
th" young dongolas t" limber thim up for swimmin". "If iver ye have to do with dongolas, Mike," he used t" say t" me, "soak thim well firrst."
So I soaked thim, an" "tis none of me fault, nor f.a.gan"s either, that they soaked full o" wather. First-cla.s.s dongolas is wather-proof, as iveryone knows, Dugan, an" how was we t" know thim two was not? How was me an" f.a.gan t" know their skins would soak in wather like a pillow case? Small blame to us, Dugan."
The big mayor took his head between his hands and stared moodily at the floor.
"Go awn away!" he said after a while. "Ye have done for me an" th" byes, Toole. Ye have soaked us out of office, wan an" all of us. I want t" be alone. It is all over with us. Go awn away."
Toole and the Keeper of the Water Goats stole silently from the room and out into the street. f.a.gan was the first to speak.
"How was we t" know thim dongolas would soak in wather that way, Toole?"
he said defensively. "How was we t" know they was not th" wather-proof kind of dongolas?"
The little alderman from the Fourth Ward walked silently by the Keeper"s side. His head was downcast and his hands were clasped beneath the tails of his coat. Suddenly he looked f.a.gan full in the face.
""Twas our fault, f.a.gan," he said. ""Twas all our fault. If we didn"t know thim dongolas was wather-proof we should have varnished thim before we put thim in th" lake t" soak. I don"t blame you, f.a.gan, for ye did not know anny better, but I blame mesilf. For I call t" mind now that me father always varnished th" dongolas before he soaked thim overnight.
"Take no chances, Mike," he used t" say t" me, "always varnish thim firrst. Some of thim is rubbery an" will not soak up wather, but some is spongy, an" "tis best t" varnish one an" all of thim.""
"Think of that now!" exclaimed f.a.gan with admiration. "Sure, but this natural history is a wonderful science, Toole! To think that thim animals was th" spongyhided dongola water goats of foreign lands, an"
used t" bein" varnished before each an" every bath! An" t" me they looked no different from th" goats of me byehood! I was never cut out for a goat keeper, Mike. An" me job on th" dump-cart is gone, too.
"Twill be hard times for f.a.gan."
""Twill be hard times for Toole, too," said the little alderman, and they walked on without speaking until f.a.gan reached his gate.
"Well, anny how," he said with cheerful philosophy, ""tis better t"
be us than to be thim dongola water goats--dead or alive. "Tis not too often I take a bath, Mike, but if I was wan of thim spongy-hided dongolas an" had t" be varnished each time I got in me bath tub, I would stop bathin" for good an" all."
He looked toward the house.
"I"ll not worry," he said. "Maggie will be sad t" hear th" job is gone, but she would have took it harder t" know her Tim was wastin" his time varnishin" th" slab side of a spongy goat."
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