""I humbly ask your pardon," he says, showin" a star; "but I"m a polisman."

""Polisman or robber," says I, "stand aside!" I says.

""I"m a polisman," he says, "an" I"m undher ordhers to be polite with citizens I stop," he says; "but, if ye don"t duck up that road in half a minyit, ye poy-faced, red-eyed, lop-eared, thick-headed ol" bosthoon," he says, "I"ll take ye be th" scruff iv th" neck an" thrun ye into th" ga-as-house tank," he says, "if I"m coort-martialed f"r it to-morrow."

"Thin I knew he was a polisman; an" I wint away, Jawn."

SHAUGHNESSY.

"Jawn," said Mr. Dooley in the course of the conversation, "whin ye come to think iv it, th" heroes iv th" wurruld,-an" be thim I mean th" lads that"ve buckled on th" gloves, an" gone out to do th" best they cud,-they ain"t in it with th" quite people nayether you nor me hears tell iv fr"m wan end iv th" year to another."

"I believe it," said Mr. McKenna; "for my mother told me so."

"Sure," said Mr. Dooley, "I know it is an old story. Th" wurruld"s been full iv it fr"m th" beginnin"; an" "ll be full iv it till, as Father Kelly says, th" pay-roll"s closed. But I was thinkin" more iv it th" other night thin iver before, whin I wint to see Shaughnessy marry off his on"y daughter. You know Shaughnessy,-a quite man that come into th" road before th" fire. He wurruked f"r Larkin, th" conthractor, f"r near twinty years without skip or break, an" seen th" fam"ly grow up be candle-light. Th" oldest boy was intinded f"r a priest. "Tis a poor fam"ly that hasn"t some wan that"s bein" iddycated f"r the priesthood while all th" rest wear thimsilves to skeletons f"r him, an" call him Father Jawn "r Father Mike whin he comes home wanst a year, light-hearted an" free, to eat with thim.

"Shaughnessy"s lad wint wrong in his lungs, an" they fought death f"r him f"r five years, sindin" him out to th" Wist an" havin" ma.s.ses said f"r him; an", poor divvle, he kept comin" back cross an" crool, with th" fire in his cheeks, till wan day he laid down, an" says he: "Pah," he says, "I"m goin" to give up," he says. "An" I on"y ask that ye "ll have th" ma.s.s sung over me be some man besides Father Kelly," he says. An" he wint, an" Shaughnessy come clumpin" down th" aisle like a man in a thrance.

"Well, th" nex" wan was a girl, an" she didn"t die; but, th" less said, th" sooner mended. Thin they was Terrence, a big, bould, curly-headed lad that c.o.c.ked his hat at anny man,-or woman f"r th" matter iv that,-an" that bruk th" back iv a polisman an" swum to th" crib, an" was champeen iv th" South Side at hand ball. An" he wint. Thin th" good woman pa.s.sed away. An" th" twins they growed to be th" prettiest pair that wint to first communion; an" wan night they was a light in th" window of Shaughnessy"s house till three in th" mornin". I rayminiber it; f"r I had quite a crowd iv Willum Joyce"s men in, an" we wondhered at it, an" wint home whin th" lamp in Shaughnessy"s window was blown out.

"They was th" wan girl left,-Theresa, a big, clean-lookin" child that I see grow up fr"m h.e.l.lo to good avnin". She thought on"y iv th" ol" man, an" he leaned on her as if she was a crutch. She was out to meet him in th" ev"nin"; an" in th" mornin" he, th" simple ol" man, "d stop to blow a kiss at her an" wave his dinner-pail, lookin" up an" down th" r-road to see that no wan was watchin" him.

"I dinnaw what possessed th" young Donahue, fr"m th" Nineteenth. I niver thought much iv him, a stuck-up, aisy-come la-ad that niver had annything but a civil wurrud, an" is prisident iv th" sodality. But he came in, an" married Theresa Shaughnessy las" Thursdah night. Th" ol" man took on twinty years, but he was as brave as a gin"ral iv th" army. He cracked jokes an" he made speeches; an" he took th" pipes fr"m under th" elbow iv Hogan, th" blindman, an" played "Th" Wind that shakes th" Barley" till ye"d have wore ye"er leg to a smoke f"r wantin" to dance. Thin he wint to th" dure with th" two iv thim; an" says he, "Well," he says, "Jim, be good to her," he says, an" shook hands with her through th" carredge window.

"Him an" me sat a long time smokin" across th" stove. Fin"lly, says I, "Well," I says, "I must be movin"." "What"s th" hurry?" says he. "I"ve got to go," says I. "Wait a moment," says he. "Theresa "ll"-He stopped right there f"r a minyit, holdin" to th" back iv th" chair. "Well," says he, "if ye"ve got to go, ye must," he says. "I"ll show ye out," he says. An" he come with me to th" dure, holdin" th" lamp over his head. I looked back at him as I wint by; an" he was settin" be th" stove, with his elbows on his knees an" th" empty pipe between his teeth."

TIMES PAST.

Mr. McKenna, looking very warm and tired, came in to Mr. Dooley"s tavern one night last week, and smote the bar with his fist.

"What"s the matter with Hogan?" he said.

"What Hogan?" asked Mr. Dooley. "Malachy or Matt? Dinnis or Mike? Sarsfield or William Hogan? There"s a Hogan f"r ivry block in th" Ar-rchey Road, an" wan to spare. There"s nawthin" th" matter with anny iv thim; but, if ye mean Hogan, th" liquor dealer, that r-run f"r aldherman, I"ll say to ye he"s all right. Mind ye, Jawn, I"m doin" this because ye"re me frind; but, by gar, if anny wan else comes in an" asks me that question, I"ll kill him, if I have to go to th" bridewell f"r it. I"m no health officer."

Having delivered himself of this tirade, Mr. Dooley scrutinized Mr. McKenna sharply, and continued: "Ye"ve been out ilictin" some man, Jawn, an" ye needn"t deny it. I seen it th" minyit ye come in. Ye"er hat"s dinted, an" ye have ye"er necktie over ye"er ear; an" I see be ye"er hand ye"ve hit a Dutchman. Jawn, ye know no more about politics thin a mimber iv this here Civic Featheration. Didn"t ye have a beer bottle or an ice-pick? Ayether iv thim is good, though, whin I was a young man an" precint captain an" intherested in th" welfare iv th" counthry, I found a couplin" pin in a stockin" about as handy as annything.

"Thim days is over, though, Jawn, an" between us politics don"t intherest me no more. They ain"t no liveliness in thim. Whin Andy Duggan r-run f"r aldherman against Schwartzmeister, th" big Dutchman,-I was precinct captain then, Jawn,-there was an iliction f"r ye. "Twas on our precinct they relied to ilict Duggan; f"r the Dutch was sthrong down be th" thrack, an" Schwartzmeister had a band out playin" "Th" Watch on th" Rhine." Well, sir, we opened th" polls at six o"clock, an" there was tin Schwartzmeister men there to protect his intherests. At sivin o"clock there was only three, an" wan iv thim was goin" up th" sthreet with Hinnissy kickin" at him. At eight o"clock, be dad," there was on"y wan; an" he was sittin" on th" roof iv Gavin"s blacksmith shop, an" th" la-ads was thryin" to borrow a laddher fr"m th" injine-house f"r to get at him. "Twas thruck eighteen; an" Hogan, that was captain, wudden"t let thim have it. Not ye"er Hogan, Jawn, but th" meanest fireman in Bridgeport. He got kilt aftherwards. He wudden"t let th" la-ads have a laddher, an" th" Dutchman stayed up there; an", whin there was nawthin" to do, we wint over an" thrun bricks at him. "Twas gr-reat sport.

"About four in th" afthernoon Schwartzmeister"s band come up Ar-rchey Road, playin" "Th" Watch on th" Rhine." Whin it got near Gavin"s, big Peter Nolan tuk a runnin" jump, an" landed feet first in th" big ba.s.s dhrum. Th" man with th" dhrum walloped him over th" head with th" dhrum-stick, an" Dorsey Quinn wint over an" tuk a slide trombone away fr"m the musician an" clubbed th" ba.s.s dhrum man with it. Thin we all wint over, an" ye niver see th" like in ye"er born days. Th" las" I see iv th" band it was goin" down th" road towards th" slough with a mob behind it, an" all th" polis foorce fr"m Deerin" Sthreet afther th" mob. Th" la-ads collected th" horns an" th" dhrums, an" that started th" Ar-rchey Road bra.s.s band. Little Mike Doyle larned to play "Th" Rambler fr"m Clare" beautifully on what they call a pickle-e-o befure they sarved a rayplivin writ on him.

"We cast twinty-wan hundherd votes f"r Duggan, an" they was on"y five hundherd votes in th" precinct. We"d cast more, but th" tickets give out. They was tin votes in th" box f"r Schwartzmeister whin we counted up; an" I felt that mortified I near died, me bein" precinct captain, an" res-sponsible. "What "ll we do with thim? Out th" window," says I. Just thin Dorsey"s nanny-goat that died next year put her head through th" dure. "Monica," says Dorsey (he had pretty names for all his goats), "Monica, are ye hungry," he says, "ye poor dear?" Th" goat give him a pleadin" look out iv her big brown eyes. "Can"t I make ye up a nice supper?" says Dorsey. "Do ye like paper?" he says. "Would ye like to help desthroy a Dutchman," he says, "an" perform a sarvice f"r ye"er counthry?" he says. Thin he wint out in th" next room, an" come back with a bottle iv catsup; an" he poured it on th" Schwartzmeister ballots, an" Monica et thim without winkin".

"Well, sir, we ilicted Duggan; an" what come iv it? Th" week before iliction he was in me house ivry night, an" "twas "Misther Dooley, this," an" "Mr. Dooley, that," an" "What "ll ye have, boys?" an" "Niver mind about th" change." I niver see hide nor hair iv him f"r a week afther iliction. Thin he come with a plug hat on, an" says he: "Dooley," he says, "give me a sh.e.l.l iv beer," he says: "give me a sh.e.l.l iv beer," he says, layin" down a nickel. "I suppose ye"re on th" sub-scription," he says. "What for?" says I. "F"r to buy me a goold star," says he. With that I eyes him, an" says I: "Duggan," I says, "I knowed ye whin ye didn"t have a coat to ye"er back," I says, "an" I "ll buy no star f"r ye," I says. "But I"ll tell ye what I"ll buy f"r ye," I says. "I"ll buy rayqueem ma.s.ses f"r th" raypose iv ye"er sowl, if ye don"t duck out iv this in a minyit," Whin I seen him last, he was back dhrivin" a dhray an" atin" his dinner out iv a tin can."

THE SKIRTS OF CHANCE.

The people of Bridgeport are not solicitous of modern improvements, and Mr. Dooley views with distaste the new and garish. But he consented to install a nickel-in-the-slot machine in his tavern last week, and it was standing on a table when Mr. McKenna came in. It was a machine that looked like a house; and, when you put a nickel in at the top of it, either the door opened and released three other nickels or it did not. Mostly it did not.

Mr. Dooley saluted Mr. McKenna with unusual cordiality, and Mr. McKenna inspected the nickel-in-the-slot machine with affectation of much curiosity.

"What"s this you have here, at all?" said Mr. McKenna.

""Tis an aisy way iv gettin" rich," said Mr. Dooley. "All ye have to do is to dhrop a nickel in th" slot, an" three other nickels come out at th" dure. Ye can play it all afthernoon, an" take a fortune fr"m it if ye"er nickels hould out."

"And where do th" nickels come fr"m?" asked Mr. McKenna.

"I put thim in," said Mr. Dooley. "Ivry twinty minutes I feed th" masheen a hatful iv nickels, so that whin me frinds dhrop in they won"t be dissypinted, d"ye mind. "Tis a fine invistment for a young man. Little work an" large profits. It rayminds me iv Hogan"s big kid an" what he done with his coin. He made a lot iv it in dhrivin" a ca-ar, he did, but he blew it all in again good liquor an" bad women; an", bedad, he was broke half th" time an" borrowin" th" other half. So Hogan gets in Father Kelly fr"m up west iv th" bridge, an" they set in with Dinnis to talk him out iv his spindthrift ways. "I have plenty to keep mesilf," says Hogan, he says. "But," he says, "I want ye to save ye"er money," he says, "f"r a rainy day." "He"s right, Dinnis," says th" soggarth,-"he"s right," he says. "Ye should save a little in case ye need it," he says. "Why don"t ye take two dollars," says th" priest, "an" invist it ivry month," says he, "in somethin"," says he, "that "ll give ye profits," says he. "I"ll do it," says Dinnis,-"I "ll do it," he says. Well, sir, Hogan was that tickled he give th" good man five bones out iv th" taypot; but, faith, Dinnis was back at his reg"lar game before th" week was out, an", afther a month or two, whin Hogan had to get th" tayspoons out iv soak, he says to th" kid, he says, "I thought ye was goin" to brace up," he says, "an" here ye"re burnin" up ye"er money," he says. "Didn"t ye promise to invist two dollars ivry month?" he says. "I"m doin" it," says Dinnis. "I"ve kept me wurrud." "An" what are ye invistin" it in?" says Hogan. "In lotthry tickets," says th" imp"dent kid."

While delivering these remarks, Mr. Dooley was peeping over his gla.s.ses at Mr. McKenna, who was engaged in a struggle with the machine. He dropped a nickel and it rattled down the slot, but it did not open the door.

"Doesn"t it open?" said Mr. Dooley.

"It does not."

"Shake it thin," said Mr. Dooley. "Something must be wrong."

Mr. McKenna shook the machine when he inserted the next nickel, but there was no compensatory flow of coins from the door.

"Perhaps the money is bad," suggested Mr. Dooley. "It won"t open f"r bad money."

Thereupon he returned to his newspaper, observing which Mr. McKenna drew from his pocket a nickel attached to a piece of string and dropped it into the slot repeatedly. After a while the door popped open, and Mr. McKenna thrust in his hand expectantly. There was no response, and he turned in great anger to Mr. Dooley.

"There ain"t any money there," he said.

"Ye"re right, Jawn," responded Mr. Dooley. "If ye expect to dhraw anny coin fr"m that there masheen, ye may call on some iv ye"er rough frinds down town f"r a brace an" bit an" a jimmy. Jawn, me la-ad, I see th" nickel with th" string before; an", to provide again it, I improved th" masheen. Thim nickels ye dhropped in are all in th" dhrawer iv that there table, an" to-morrow mornin" ye may see me havin" me hair cut be means iv thim. An" I"ll tell ye wan thing, Jawn McKenna, an" that"s not two things, that if ye think ye can come up here to Ar-rchey Road an" rob an honest man, by gar, ye"ve made th" mistake iv ye"er life. Goowan, now, before I call a polisman."

Mr. McKenna stopped at the door only long enough to shake his fist at the proprietor, who responded with a grin of pure contentment.

WHEN THE TRUST IS AT WORK.

"Which d"ye think makes th" best fun"ral turnout, th" A-ho-aitches or th" Saint Vincent de Pauls, Jawn?" asked Mr. Dooley.

"I don"t know," said Mr. McKenna. "Are you thinking of leaving us?"