THE RULING CLa.s.s.
"I see be th" pa-apers," said Mr. Dooley, "that arnychy"s torch do be lifted, an" what it means I dinnaw; but this here I know, Jawn, that all arnychists is inimies iv governmint, an" all iv thim ought to be hung f"r th" first offence an" bathed f"r th" second. Who are they, annyhow, but foreigners, an" what right have they to be holdin" torchlight procissions in this land iv th" free an" home iv th" brave? Did ye iver see an American or an Irishman an arnychist? No, an" ye niver will. Whin an Irishman thinks th" way iv thim la-ads, he goes on th" polis force an" dhraws his eighty-three-thirty-three f"r throwin" lodgin"-house b.u.ms into th" pathrol wagon. An" there ye a-are.
"I niver knowed but th" wan arnychist, an" he was th" divvle an" all f"r slaughtherin" th" rich. He was a Boolgahrian man that lived down be Cologne Sthreet, acrost th" river; but he come over to Bridgeport whin he did have his skates on him, f"r th" liftenant over there was again arnychists, an" "twas little our own Jawnny Shea cared f"r thim so long as they didn"t bother him. Well, sir, this here man"s name was Owsky or something iv that sort, but I always called him Casey be way iv a joke. He had whiskers on him like thim on a c.o.kynut, an" I heerd he swore an oath niver to get shaved till he killed a man that wore a stove-pipe hat.
"Be that as it may, Jawn, he was a most ferocious man. Manny"s th" time I"ve heerd him lecture to little Matt Doolan asleep like a log behind th" stove. What a-are we comin" to?" he"d say. "What a-are we comin" to?" D"ye mind, Jawn, that"s th" way he always began. "Th" poor do be gettin" richer," says he, "an" th" rich poorer," says he. "Th" governmint," says he, "is in th" hands iv th" monno-polists," he says, "an" they"re crushin" th" life out iv th" prolotoorios." A prolotoorio, Jawn, is th" same thing as a hobo. "Look at th" Willum Haitch Vanderbilts," says he, "an" th" Gools an" th" Astors," says he, "an" thin look at us," he says, "groun" down," he says, "till we cries f"r bread on th" sthreet," he says; "an" they give us a stone," he says. "Dooley," he says, "fetch in a tub iv beer, an" lave th" collar off," he says.
"Doolan "d wake up with a start, an" applaud at that. He was a little tailor-man that wurruked in a panthry down town, an" I seen him weep whin a dog was r-run over be a dhray. Thin Casey "d call on Doolan f"r to stand his ground an" desthroy th" polis,-"th" onions iv th" monno-polists," he called thim,-an" Doolan "d say, "Hear, hear," till I thrun thim both out.
"I thought me frind Casey "d be taken up f"r histin" a polisman f"r sure, though, to be fair with him, I niver knowed him to do but wan arnychist thing, and that was to make faces at Willum Joyce because he lived in a two-story an" bay-window brick house. Doolan said that was goin" too far, because Willum Joyce usually had th" price. Wan day Casey disappeared, an" I heerd he was married. He niver showed up f"r a year; an", whin he come in, I hardly knowed him. His whiskers had been filed an" his hair cut, an" he was dhressed up to kill. He wint into th" back room, an" Doolan was asleep there. He woke him, an" made a speech to him that was full iv slaughther and bloodshed. Pretty soon in come a little woman, with a shawl over her head,-a little German lady. Says she, "Where"s me hoosband?" in a German brogue ye cud cut with an ax. "I don"t know ye"er husband, ma"am," says I. "What"s his name?" She told me, an" I seen she was Casey"s wife; "He"s in there," I says. "In back," I says, "talking to Doolan, th" prolotoorio." I wint back with her, an" there was Casey whalin" away. "Ar-re ye men or ar-re ye slaves?" he says to Doolan. "Julius," says his wife, "vat ye doin" there, ye blackgaard," she says. "Comin" ze, or be hivens I"ll break ye"er jaw," she says. Well, sir, he turned white, an" come over as meek as a lamb. She grabbed him be th" arm an" led him off, an" "twas th" last I seen iv him.
"Afther a while Doolan woke up, an" says he, "Where"s me frind?" "Gone," says I. "His wife came in, an" hooked him off." "Well," says Doolan, "tis on"y another victhry iv the rulin" cla.s.ses," he says."
THE OPTIMIST.
"Aho," said Mr. Dooley, drawing a long, deep breath. "Ah-ho, glory be to th" saints!"
He was sitting out in front of his liquor shop with Mr. McKenna, their chairs tilted against the door-posts. If it had been hot elsewhere, what had it been in Archey Road? The street-car horses reeled in the dust from the tracks. The drivers, leaning over the dash-boards, flogged the brutes with the viciousness of weakness. The piles of c.o.ke in the gas-house yards sent up waves of heat like smoke. Even the little girls playing on the sidewalks were flaming pink in color. But the night saw Archey Road out in all gayety, its flannel shirt open at the breast to the cooling blast and the cries of its children filling the air. It also saw Mr. Dooley luxuriating like a polar bear, and bowing cordially to all who pa.s.sed.
"Glory be to th" saints," he said, "but it"s been a thryin" five days. I"ve been mean enough to commit murdher without th" strength even to kill a fly. I expect to have a fight on me hands; f"r I"ve insulted half th" road, an" th" on"y thing that saved me was that no wan was sthrong enough to come over th" bar. "I cud lick ye f"r that, if it was not so hot," said Dorsey, whin I told him I"d change no bill f"r him. "Ye cud not," says I, "if "twas cooler," I says. It"s cool enough f"r him now. Look, Jawn dear, an" see if there"s an ice-pick undher me chair.
"It "d be more thin th" patience iv Job "d stand to go through such weather, an" be fit f"r society. They"s on"y wan man in all th" wurruld cud do it, an" that man"s little Tim Clancy. He wurruks out in th" mills, tin hours a day, runnin" a wheelbarrow loaded with cindhers. He lives down beyant. Wan side iv his house is up again a brewery, an" th" other touches elbows with Twinty-Percint Murphy"s flats. A few years back they found out that he didn"t own on"y th" front half iv th" lot, an" he can set on his back stoop an" put his feet over th" fince now. He can, faith. Whin he"s indures, he breathes up th" chimbley; an" he has a wife an" eight kids. He dhraws wan twinty-five a day-whin he wurruks.
"He come in here th" other night to talk over matthers; an" I was stewin" in me shirt, an" sayin" cross things to all th" wurruld fr"m th" tail iv me eye. "Tis hot," says I. "Tis war-rum," he says. "Tis dam hot," says I. "Well," he says, "tis good weather f"r th" crops," he says. "Things grows in this weather. I mind wanst," he says, "we had days just like these, an" we raised forty bushels iv oats to an acre," he says. "Whin Neville, th" landlord, come with wagons to take it off, he was that surprised ye cud iv knocked him down with a sthraw. "Tis great growin" weather," he says. An", Jawn, by dad, barrin" where th" brewery horse spilt oats on th" durestep an" th" patches iv gra.s.s on th" dump, sare a growin" thing but childher has that little man seen in twinty years.
""Twas hotter whin I seen him nex", an" I said so. "Tis war-rum," he says, laughin". "By dad, I think th" ice "ll break up in th" river befure mornin"," he says. "But look how cold it was last winter," he says. "Th" crops need weather like this," he says. I"d like to have hit him with a chair. Sundah night I wint over to see him. He was sittin" out in front, with a babby on each knee. "Good avnin"," says I. "Good avnin"," he says. "This is th" divvle"s own weather," I says. "I"m suffocatin"." "Tis quite a thaw," he says. "How"s all th" folks?" says I. "All well, thank ye kindly," he says. "save an" except th" wife an" little Eleen," he says. "They"re not so well," he says. "But what can ye expect? They"ve had th" best iv health all th" year." "It must be har-rd wurrukin" at th" mills this weather," I says. "Tis war-rum," he says; "but ye can"t look f"r snow-storms this time iv th" year," he says. "Thin," says he, "me mind"s taken aff th" heat be me wurruk," he says. "Dorsey that had th" big cinder-pile-the wan near th" fence-was sun-struck Fridah, an" I"ve been promoted to his job. "Tis a most res-sponsible place," he says; "an" a man, to fill it rightly an" properly, has no time to think f"r th" crops," he says. An" I wint away, lavin" him singin" "On th" Three-tops" to th" kids on his knees.
"Well, he comes down th" road tonight afther th" wind had turned, with his old hat on th" back iv his head, whistlin" "Th" Rambler fr"m Clare" and I stopped to talk with him. "Glory be," says I, "tis pleasant to breathe th" cool air," says I. "Ah," he says, "tis a rale good avnin"," he says. "D"ye know," he says, "I haven"t slept much these nights, f"r wan reason "r another. But," he says, "I"m afraid this here change won"t be good f"r th" crops," he says. "If we"d had wan or two more war-rum days an" thin a sprinkle iv rain," he says, "how they would grow, how they would grow!""
Mr. Dooley sat up in his chair, and looked over at Mr. McKenna.
"Jawn," he said, "d"ye know that, whin I think iv th" thoughts that"s been in my head f"r a week, I don"t dare to look Tim Clancy in th" face."
PROSPERITY.
"Th" defeat iv Humanity be Prosperity was wan iv th" raysults iv th" iliction," said Mr. Dooley.
"What are you talking about?" asked Mr. McKenna, gruffly.
"Well," said Mr. Dooley, "I thought it was McKinley an" Hobart that won out, but I see now that it"s McKinley an" Prosperity. If Bryan had been elected, Humanity would have had a front seat an" a tab. Th" sufferin"s iv all th" wurruld would have ended; an" Jawn H. Humanity would be in th" White House, throwin" his feet over th" furniture an" receivin" th" attintions iv diplomats an" pleeniapotentiaries. It was decided otherwise be th" fates, as th" Good Book says. Prosperity is th" bucko now. Barrin" a sthrike at th" stock-yards an" a hold-up here an" there, Prosperity has come leapin" in as if it had jumped fr"m a springboard. Th" mills are opened, th" factories are goin" to go, th" railroads are watherin" stocks, long processions iv workin"men are marchin" fr"m th" pay-car to their peaceful saloons, their wives are takin" in washin" again, th" price iv wheat is goin" up an" down, creditors are beginnin" to sue debtors; an" thus all th" wurruld is merry with th" on"y rational enjoyments iv life.
"An" th" stock exchange has opened. That"s wan iv th" strongest signs iv prosperity. I min" wanst whin me frind Mike McDonald was controllin" th" city, an" conductin" an exchange down be Clark Sthreet. Th" game had been goin" hard again th" house. They hadn"t been a split f"r five deals. Whin ivrybody was on th" queen to win, with th" sivin spot coppered, th" queen won, th" sivin spot lost. Wan lad amused himsilf be callin" th" turn twinty-wan times in succession, an" th" check rack was down to a margin iv eleven whites an" fifty-three cints in change. Mike looked around th" crowd, an" turned down th" box. "Gintlemen," says he, "th" game is closed. Business conditions are such," he says, "that I will not be able to cash in ye"er checks," he says. "Please go out softly, so"s not to disturb th" gintlemen at th" roulette wheel," he says, "an" come back afther th" iliction, whin confidence is restored an" prosperity returns to th" channels iv thrade an" industhry," he says. "Th" exchange "ll be opened promptly; an" th" usual rule iv chips f"r money an" money f"r chips, fifty on cases an" sivinty-five f"r doubles, a hard-boiled egg an" a dhrink f"r losers, will prevail," he says. "Return with th" glad tidings iv renewed commerce, an" thank th" Lord I haven"t took ye"er clothes." His was th" first stock exchange we had.
"Yes, Prosperity has come hollerin" an screamin". To read th" papers, it seems to be a kind iv a vagrancy law. No wan can loaf anny more. Th" end iv vacation has gone f"r manny a happy lad that has spint six months ridin" through th" counthry, dodgin" wurruk, or loafin" under his own vine or hat-three. Prosperity grabs ivry man be th" neck, an" sets him shovellin" slag or c.o.ke or runnin" up an" down a ladder with a hod iv mortar. It won"t let th" wurruld rest. If Humanity "d been victoryous, no wan "d iver have to do a lick again to th" end iv his days. But Prosperity"s a horse iv another color. It goes round like a polisman givin" th" hot fut to happy people that are snoozin" in th" sun. "Get up," says Prosperity. "Get up, an" hustle over to th" rollin" mills: there"s a man over there wants ye to carry a ton iv coal on ye"er back." "But I don"t want to wurruk," says th" lad. "I"m very comfortable th" way I am." "It makes no difference," says Prosperity. "Ye"ve got to do ye"er lick. Wurruk, f"r th" night is comin". Get out, an" hustle. Wurruk, or ye can"t be unhappy; an", if th" wurruld isn"t unhappy, they"se no such a thing as Prosperity."
"That"s wan thing I can"t understand," Mr. Dooley went on. "Th" newspapers is run be a lot iv gazabos that thinks wurruk is th" ambition iv mankind. Most iv th" people I know "d be happiest layin" on a lounge with a can near by, or stretchin" thimsilves f"r another nap at eight in th" mornin". But th" papers make it out that there "d be no sunshine in th" land without you an" me, Hinnissy, was up before daybreak pullin" a sthreet-car or poundin" sand with a shovel. I seen a line, "Prosperity effects on th" Pinnsylvania Railroad"; an" I read on to find that th" road intinded to make th" men in their shops wurruk tin hours instead iv eight, an" it says "there"s no reasons why they should not wurruk Sundahs iv they choose." If they choose! An" what chance has a man got that wants to make th" wurruld brighter an" happier be rollin" car-wheels but to miss ma.s.s an" be at th" shops?"
"We must all work," said Mr. McKenna, sententiously.
"Yes," said Mr. Dooley, "or be wurruked."
THE GREAT HOT SPELL.
It was sultry everywhere, but particularly in Archey Road; for in summer Archey Road is a tunnel for the south-west wind, which refreshes itself at the rolling-mill blasts, and spills its wrath upon the just and the unjust alike. Wherefore Mr. Dooley and Mr. McKenna were both steaming, as they sat at either side of the door of Mr. Dooley"s place, with their chairs tilted back against the posts.
"Hot," said Mr. McKenna.
"Warrum," said Mr. Dooley.
"I think this is the hottest September that ever was," said Mr. McKenna.
"So ye say," said Mr. Dooley. "An" that"s because ye"re a young man, a kid. If ye was my age, ye"d know betther. How d"ye do, Mrs. Murphy? Go in, an" fill it ye"ersilf. Ye"ll find th" funnel undher th" see-gar case.-Ye"d know betther thin that. Th" Siptimber iv th" year eighteen sixty-eight was so much hotter thin this that, if ye wint fr"m wan to th" other, ye"d take noomoney iv th" lungs,-ye wud so. "Twas a remarkable summer, takin" it all in all. On th" Foorth iv July they was a fut iv ice in Haley"s slough, an" I was near flooded out be th" wather pipe bustin". A man be th" name iv Maloney froze his hand settin" off a Roman candle near Main Sthreet, an"-Tin cints, please, ma"am. Thank ye kindly. How"s th" good man?-As I said, it was a remarkable summer. It rained all August, an" th" boys wint about on rafts; an" a sthreet-car got lost fr"m th" road, an" I dhrove into th" ca.n.a.l, an" all on boord-"Avnin", Mike. Ah-ha, "twas a great fight. An" Buck got his eye, did he? A good man.
"Well, Jawn, along come Siptimber. It begun fairly warrum, wan hundherd or so in th" shade; but no wan minded that. Thin it got hotter an" hotter, an" people begun to complain a little. They was sthrong in thim days,-not like th" joods they raise now,-an" a little heat more or less didn"t kill thim. But afther a while it was more thin most iv thim wanted. The sthreet-car thracks got so soft they spread all over th" sthreet, an" th" river run dhry. Afther boilin" f"r five days like a-How are ye, Dempsey? Ye don"t tell me? Now th" likes iv him runnin" f"r aldherman! I"d as lave vote f"r th" tillygraph pole. Well, be good to ye"ersilf. Folks all well? Thanks be.-They shut off th" furnaces out at th" mills, an" melted th" iron be puttin" it out in th" sun. Th" puddlers wurruked in iron cases, an" was kept alive be men playin" a hose on thim fr"m th" packin" house refrigerator. Wan iv thim poked his head out to light his pipe, an" he was-Well, well, Timothy, ye are quite a sthranger. Ah, dear oh me, that"s too ba-ad, too ba-ad. I"ll tell ye what ye do. Ye rub th" hand in half iv a potato, an" say tin pather an" avy"s over it ivry day f"r tin days. "Tis a sure cure. I had wan wanst. Th" kids are thrivin", I dinnaw? That"s good. Betther to hear thim yellin" in th" sthreet thin th" sound iv th" docthor"s gig at th" dure.
"Well, Jawn, things wint fr"m bad to worse. All th" beer in th" house was mulled; an" Mrs. Dinny Hogan-her that was Odelia O"Brien-burned her face atin" ice-crame down be th" Italyan man"s place, on Halsthed Sthreet. "Twas no sthrange sight to see an ice-wagon goin" along th" sthreet on fire-McCarthy! McCarthy! come over here! Sure, ye"re gettin" proud, pa.s.sin" by ye"er ol" frinds. How"s thricks in th" Ninth? D"ye think he will? Well, I"ve heerd that, too; but they was a man in here to-day that says the Boohemians is out f"r him with axes. Good-night. Don"t forget th" number.
"They was a man be th" name iv Daheny, Jawn, a cousin iv th" wan ye know, that started to walk up th" r-road fr"m th" bridge. Befure he got to Halsthed Sthreet, his shoes was on fire. He turned in an alarm; but th" fire departmint was all down on Mitchigan Avnoo, puttin" out th" lake, an""-"Putting out what?" demanded Mr. McKenna.
"Puttin" out th" lake," replied Mr. Dooley, stolidly. "They was no insurance-A good avnin" to ye, Mrs. Doyle. Ye"re goin" over, thin? I was there las" night, an" a finer wake I niver see. They do nawthin" be halves. How was himsilf? As natural as life? Yes, ma"am, rayqueem high ma.s.s, be carredges to Calv"ry.
"On th" twinty-fifth iv Siptimber a change come. It was very sudden; an", steppin" out iv th" ice-box where I slept in th" mornin", I got a chill. I wint for me flannels, an" stopped to look at th" thermomether. It was four hundherd an" sixty-five."
"How much?" asked Mr. McKenna.
"Four hundherd an" sixty-five."
"Fahrenheit?"
"No, it belonged to Dorsey. Ah! well, well, an" here"s Ca.s.sidy. Come in, frind, an" have a sh.e.l.l iv beer. I"ve been tellin" Jawnny about th" big thaw iv eighteen sixty-eight. Feel th" wind, man alive. "Tis turnin" cool, an" we"ll sleep to-night."