"They say he did."

"Well, he did," said Mr. Dooley. "I read it all in th" pa-apers. He died as game as if he was wan iv th" Christyan martyrs instead iv a thief that "d hit his man wan crack too much. Saint or murdherer, "tis little difference whin death comes up face front.

"I read th" story iv this man through, Jawn; an", barrin" th" hangin", "tis th" story iv tin thousan" like him. D"ye raymimber th" Carey kid? Ye do. Well, I knowed his grandfather; an" a dacinter ol" man niver wint to his jooty wanst a month. Whin he come over to live down be th" slip, "twas as good a place as iver ye see. Th" honest men an" honest women wint as they pleased, an" laid hands on no wan. His boy Jim was as straight as th" r-roads in Kildare, but he took to dhrink; an", whin Jack Carey was born, he was a thramp on th" sthreets an" th" good woman was wurrukin" down-town, scrubbin" away at th" flures in th" city hall, where Dennehy got her.

"Be that time around th" slip was rough-an"-tumble. It was dhrink an" fight ivry night an" all day Sundah. Th" little la-ads come together under sidewalks, an" rushed th" can over to Burke"s on th" corner an" listened to what th" big lads tol" thim. Th" first instruction that Jack Carey had was how to take a man"s pocket handkerchief without his feelin" it, an" th" nex" he had was larnin" how to get over th" fence iv th" Reform School at Halsted Sthreet in his stockin" feet.

"He was a thief at tin year, an" th" polis "d run f"r him if he"d showed his head. At twelve they sint him to th" bridewell f"r breakin" into a freight car. He come out, up to anny game. I see him whin he was a lad hardly to me waist stand on th" roof iv Finucane"s Hall an" throw bricks at th" polisman.

"He hated th" polis, an" good reason he had f"r it. They pulled him out iv bed be night to search him. If he turned a corner, they ran him f"r blocks down th" sthreet. Whin he got older, they begun shootin" at him; an" it wasn"t manny years befure he begun to shoot back. He was right enough whin he was in here. I cud conthrol him. But manny th" night whin he had his full iv liquor I"ve see him go out with his gun in his outside pocket; an" thin I"d hear shot after shot down th" sthreet, an" I"d know him an" his ol" inimy Clancy "d met an" was exchangin" compliments. He put wan man on th" polis pension fund with a bullet through his thigh.

"They got him afther a while. He"d kept undher cover f"r months, livin" in freight cars an" hidin" undher viadocks with th" pistol in his hand. Wan night he come out, an" broke into Schwartzmeister"s place. He sneaked through th" alley with th" German man"s damper in his arms, an" Clancy leaped on him fr"m th" fence. Th" kid was tough, but Clancy played fut-ball with th" Finerty"s on Sundah, an" was tougher; an", whin th" men on th" other beats come up, Carey was hammered so they had to carry him to th" station an" nurse him f"r trile.

"He wint over th" road, an" come back gray an" stooped, I was afraid iv th" boy with his black eyes; an" wan night he see me watchin" him, an" he says: "Ye needn"t be afraid," he says. "I won"t hurt ye. Ye"re not Clancy," he says,

"I tol" Clancy about it, but he was a brave man; an" says he: "Tis wan an" wan, an" a thief again an" honest man. If he gets me, he must get me quick." Th" nex" night about dusk he come saunterin" up th" sthreet, swingin" his club an" jokin with his frind, whin some wan shouted, "Look out, Clancy." He was not quick enough. He died face forward, with his hands on his belt; an" befure all th" wurruld Jack Carey come across th" sthreet, an" put another ball in his head.

"They got him within twinty yards iv me store. He was down in th" shadow iv th" house, an" they was shootin" at him fr"m roofs an" behind barns. Whin he see it was all up, he come out with his eyes closed, firin" straight ahead; an" they filled him so full iv lead he broke th" hub iv th" pathrol wagon takin" him to th" morgue."

"It served him right," said Mr. McKenna.

"Who?" said Mr. Dooley. "Carey or Clancy?"

THE O"BRIENS FOREVER.

"I think, by dad," said Mr. Dooley, "that Hinnissy"s crazy."

"I always thought so," said Mr. McKenna, amiably. "But what"s he been doin" of late?"

"Well, I took him down to see th" good la-ads havin" fun with th" opprissors iv th" people at th" Colliseem," said Mr. Dooley. "I had no ticket, an" he had none. Th" frinds iv honest money had give thim all to Jawn P. Hopkins"s la-ads. They"re frinds iv honest money, whin they"se no other in sight. But I"d like to see anny goold-bug or opprissor iv th" people keep th" likes iv me an" Hinnissy out iv a convintion. We braced up to wan iv th" dures, an" a man stopped Hinnissy. "Who ar-re ye?" he says. "I am a Dimmycrat," says Hinnissy. "Is ye"er name Hill?" says th" la-ad. "It is not," says Hinnissy. "I tol" ye I"m a Dimmycrat; an"," he says, "I"ll have no man call me out iv me name." Hinnissy was f"r rollin" him on th" flure there an" thin f"r an insult, but I flagged a polisman. "Is ye"er name Sullivan?" says I. "It is," says he. "Roscommon?" says I, fr"m th" way he spoke. "Sure ye"re right," he says. "Me name"s Dooley," I says. "Here," say he to th" dure-keeper, "don"t stand in th" way iv th" sinitor iv th" State iv Mitchigan," he says. "Lave him an" his frind go in," he says. I minded afther I was good to him whin Simon O"Donnell was chief iv polis, may he rest in peace!

"Hinnissy an" me got a seat be some dhroll ol" boys fr"m out in Iaway. Afther a man be th" name iv Martin, a sergeant-iv-arms, had addhressed th" meetin" twinty or thirty times,-I kep no count iv him,-th" chairman inthrojooced th" dillygates to nommynate th" big men. It wint all right with Hinnissy for a little while till a man got up an" shook his fist at th" chairman. "What"s that? what"s that?" says Hinnissy. "What"s that?" he says. "Hurroo, hurroo," he says, lammin" th" man fr"m Iaway with his goold-headed cane. "What ails ye, man alive?" says I. "Why," he says, "they"ve nommynated Billy," he says. "Billy who?" says I. "Why, Willum J. O"Brien," he says.

""A sthrong man," says he, addhressin" th" man fr"m Iaway. "I shud say he was," says th" man. "Th" sthrongest man that iver come down th" road," says Hinnissy. "Why," he says, "I see that man put up an" eight iv beer with wan hand," he says, "holdin" it be th" rim," he says. "None sthronger," he says. "But will he carry Illinye?" says th" lad fr"m Iaway. "Will he carry Illinye?" says Hinnissy. "Why, man alive," he says, "I"ve see him carry a prim"ry in th" sixth precint," he says. "Is that enough f"r ye?" he says. "He"s a good speaker," says th" Iaway man. "He is that," says Hinnissy; "an" he was wan iv th" best waltzers that flung a foot at th" County Dimocracy picnic," he says. "But will he make a good fight?" says th" man. "Will he?" says Hinnissy. "Will he make a good fight?" he says. "Dooley," he says, "this here Dimmycrat wants to know if Bill "ll make a good fight. Why," he says, "if he iver gets to Washington an" wan iv th" opprissors iv th" people goes again him, give him Jackson Park or a clothes closet, gun or soord, ice-pick or billyard cue, chair or stove leg, an" Bill "ll make him climb a tree," he says. "I"d like to see wan iv thim supreme justices again Bill O"Brien on an income tax or anny other ord-nance," he says. "He"d go in an" lame thim with th" Revised Statutes." "I presume," says th" lad, "that ye"er fr"m Omaha." "I"ll tear ye"er hair out," says Hinnissy."

""Ye idjit," says I, whin I had him in th" sthreet, "it wasn"t Bill O"Brien was nommynated," says I. "What ar-re ye talkin" about?" says he. "I seen him on th" flure," he says. "He had th" sinitor iv Missoury be th" throat whin ye took me away," he says.

"I left him there; but he come into th" place at six o"clock, an" borrid a paper an" pencil. Thin he wint back, an" sat down an" wrote. "What ar-re ye doin" there?" says I. "I"ve wrote a sketch iv th" nominee f"r th" Stock-yards Sun," he says. "Listen to it. Willum J. O"Brien," he says, "was born in th" County iv Mayo forty years ago," he says. "He received a limited education, his parents even thin designin" him f"r th" Prisidincy. Bein" unable to complete a coorse at th" rayform school, he wint to wurruk; but soon, tired iv this, he started a saloon. Fr"m thince he dhrifted into politics, an" become noted as th" boy welter-weight iv th" South Branch. He was ilicted aldherman at a time whin comparatively nawthin" was doin" in th" council. Subsequent he become a sinitor, an" later enthered into partnership with th" Hon. Jawn Powers in th" retail liquor traffic. Mr. O"Brien is a fine built man, an" can lick anny wan iv his age west iv th" river, give "r take tin pounds, color no bar. His heart bets up close to th" ribs iv th" common people, an" he would make opprissors iv th" poor wish they"d died early if ye give him a chance with a beer bottle. How"s that?" says Hinnissy.

""Worse," says I. "Foolish man," says I. "Don"t ye know that it ain"t our Bill that"s been nommynated?" I says. "This is a Nebraska man," I says. "Well," he says, "if "tis Bill O"Brien, he"d win easy. But," he says, "if "tis not," he says, "tis wan iv th" fam"ly," he says. "I"ll change this here novel an" make it a sketch iv th" cousin iv th" candydate," he says. An" he wint on with his wurruk."

A CANDIDATE"S PILLORY.

"What"s this counthry comin" to, annyhow, that a man that"s out f"r to be Prisident has to set up on a high chair an" be questioned on his record be a lot iv la-ads that hasn"t had annything to do since th" carpetbeatin" season"s ended? "said Mr. Dooley. "Ye"d think Big Bill was r-runnin" f"r chief ex-icutive iv th" Clan-na-Gael. First along comes a comity iv th" Sons iv Rest. "Major," says they, "we"re insthructed be th" organization to ascertain ye"er views on th" important, we may say all-important, question iv havin" wire matthresses put on th" benches in th" parks. Are we," they says, "goin" f"r to have to wear lumps on our backs into all eternity," they says, "an" have our slumbers broke be th" hot fut iv th" polisman?" they says. "We demand an answer," they says, "or, be this an" be that, we won"t do a thing to ye." Well, maybe Bill has been down to th" corner playin" a game iv spoil-five with his old frind Coalsack, an" has paid no attintion to th" Sons iv Rest. "Well," he says, "gintlemen, I"m in favor iv doin" ivrything in reason f"r th" hoboes," he says. "Th" protection iv th" home hobo again th" pauper can trade iv Europe," he says, "has been wan iv th" princ.i.p.al wurruks iv me life," he says; an" he gives thim each a hand out, an" bows thim to th" dure.

"In comes a dillygation fr"m th" Union iv Amalgamated Pantsmakers; an" says th" chairman, "Major," he says, "we have a complaint to make again thim pants iv ye"ers," he says. "What"s th" matter with th" pants?" says th" future Prisident. "I thought they looked all right," he says. "I paid four dollars f"r thim in Bucyrus las" year," he says. "They have no union label on thim," says th" chairman. "Do you know, sir," he says, "that thim pants riprisints th" oppression iv women an" childher?" he says. "D"ye know that ivry thread in thim seams means a tear an" sigh?" says he. "D"ye know that ivry time ye put on thim pants ye take a pair off some down-throdden workman?" he says. "Glory be!" says Big Bill: "is that thrue? Thin what am I to do?" he says in alarm. "Do?" says th" chairman. "Wear pants that riprisints honest toil fairly compinsated," he says. "Wear pants that "ll say to th" wurruld that Bill McKinley"s legs are fair legs;" he says, "that they may bow at th" knees, but they niver bow to th" opprissor," he says; "that niver did they wrap thimsilves in bags that bore th" curse iv monno-poly an" greed," he says. "An" where can I get thim?" says th" major, "Fr"m me," says th" frind iv labor, pullin" out a tape. "Will ye have wan or two hip pockets?" he says.

"An" so it goes. Ivry day a rayporther comes to th" house with a list iv questions. "What are ye"er views on th" issue iv eatin" custard pie with a sponge? Do ye believe in side-combs? If called upon to veto a bill f"r all mimbers iv th" Supreme Coort to wear hoop-skirts, wud ye veto it or wudden"t ye? If so, why? If not, why not? If a batted ball goes out iv th" line afther strikin" th" player"s hands, is it fair or who? Have ye that tired feelin"? What is your opinion iv a hereafther? Where did you get that hat? If a man has eight dollars an" spends twelve iv it, what will th" poor man do? An" why an" where an" how much?"

"Thin, if he don"t answer, ivry wan says he"s a thrimmer, an" ought to be runnin" a sthreet-car an" not thryin" to poke his ondecided face into th" White House. I mind wanst, whin me frind O"Brien was a candydate f"r aldherman, a comity iv tax-payers waited on him f"r to get his views on th" issues iv th" day. Big Casey, th" housemover, was th" chairman; an" he says, says he, "Misther O"Brien," he says, "we are desirous," he says, "iv larnin" where ye stand on th" tariff, th" currency question, pensions, an" th" intherstate commerce act," he says, with a wave iv his hand. "Well," says...o...b..ien, he says, "th" issue on which I"m appealin" to th" free an" intilligent suffrages of Ar-rchey Road an" th" a.s.sistance iv Deerin" Sthreet Station," he says, "is whether little Mike Kelly will have th" bridge or not," he says. "On that I stand," he says. "As f"r th" minor issues," he says, "I may have me opinions on thim an" I may not. Anny information I possess I"ll keep tucked away in this large an" commodjous mind cage, an" not be dealin" it out to th" likes iv ye, as though I was a comity iv th" Civic Featheration," he says. "Moreover," he says, "I"d like to know, you, Casey, what business have you got comin" roun" to my house and pryin" into my domestic affairs," he says. "Tis th" intherstate commerce act now, but th" nex" thing "ll be where I got th" pianny," he says; "an", f"r fear ye may not stop where ye are, here goes to mount ye." An" he climbed th" big man, an" rolled him. Well, sir will ye believe me, ivry man on th" comity but wan voted f"r him. Casey was still in bed iliction day.

"I met Tom Dorsey afther th" comity called. "Well," says I, "I heerd ye was up to O"Brien"s questionin" him on th" issues iv th" day," I says. "We was," says he. "Was his answers satisfacthry?" says I. "Perfectly so," he says. "Whin th" comity left, we were all convinced that he was th" strongest man that cud be nommynated," he says."

THE DAY AFTER THE VICTORY.

"Jawn," said Mr. Dooley, "didn"t we give it to thim?"

"Give it to who?" asked Mr. McKenna.

"To th" Dimmycrats," said Mr. Dooley.

"Go on," said Mr. McKenna. "You"re a Democrat yourself."

"Me?" said Mr. Dooley, "not on your life. Not in wan hundherd thousand years. Me a Dimmycrat? I shud say not, Jawn, me buck. I"m the hottest kind iv a Raypublican, me an" Maloney. I suppose they ain"t two such Raypublicans annywhere. How can anny wan be annything else? Who was it that saved the Union, Jawn? Who was it? Who are th" frinds iv th" Irish? Who protecks th" poor wurrukin"man so that he"ll have to go on wurrukin"? We do, Jawn. We Raypublicans, by dad.

"They ain"t a Dimmycrat fr"m wan end iv th" road to th" other. I just was over makin" a visit on Docherty, an" he"d took down th" picture iv Jackson an" Cleveland an" put up wan iv Grant an" Lincoln. Willum Joyce have come out f"r McKinley f"r Prisident, an" th" polisman on th" beat told me las" night that th" left"nant told him that "twas time f"r a change. Th" Dimmycrats had rooned th" counthry with their free trade an" their foreign policy an" their I dinnaw what, an" "twas high time an honest man got a crack at a down-town precinct with a faro bank or two in it. Th" polisman agreed with him that Cleveland have raised th" divvle with th" Const.i.tootion; an", by gar, he"s right, too. He"s right, Jawn. He have a boy in th" wather office.

"Ye mind Maloney, th" la-ad with th" game eye? He tends a bridge over be Goose Island way, but he was down here iliction day. Two weeks before iliction day he was again Winter. "He"s no good," he says. "He"s a Boohemian," he says. "An" whin they come to ilictin" Boohemians f"r mayor," he says, "I"ll go back to me ol" thrade iv shovellin" mud," he says. "Besides," says he, "if this here Winter wint in," he says, "ye cudden"t stand acrost La Salle Street an" hand him a peach on a window pole, he"d be that stuck up," he says.

"Some wan must "ve spoke to him; f"r, whin he come in th" next time, he says, "They"se no use talkin"," he says, "that there Dutchman is sthrong," he says. "I thought he was a Boolgahrian," says I. "No," says he, "he"s a German man," says he. "An" th" Germans is with him to th" bitther end," he says. "D"ye know," he says, "I believe he"ll give th" little bald-headed duck a run f"r his money," he says. "Thim Germans stand together," he says. "They"re th" most clannish people on earth," he says. "I"m goin" over to th" Wolfe Tones to see what th" la-ads think about it." Sundah night he come an" give a ca-ard f"r Winter to ivry man in th" place. "He"ll sweep th" town like a whirlwind," he says. "They can"t beat him." "Who?" says I. "Winter, iv coorse." "Is he a nice man?" says I. "Wan iv th" finest men on earth," he says. "A spoort, too," he says. "An" liberal."

"He was in here iliction day, an" I had Hinnissy"s kid runnin" fr"m th" station with rayturns. Maloney was talkin" to th" crowd an" buyin" dhrinks. "Ye"d be surprised," says he, "to know what a nice fellow this here Winter is," he says. "Ye"d niver take him f"r a German," he says. "He have no more accint thin mesilf." The kid come in, an" says he, "Th" loot says tin precincts show Swift have a majority as big as what th" Raypublicans got las" fall." "That"s bad," says I. "Not at all," says Maloney. "Thim"s th" down-town wa-ards," he says. "Wait till ye hear fr"m th" Germans," he says. Th" nex" booletin said Swift was gainin", an" had tin thousand majority. "Niver mind," says Maloney. "Th" Germans "ll wipe that out," he says. Thin we heerd it was twinty thousand f"r Swift. "Glory be," says Maloney, "th" Germans is slow comin" in," he says. "Maybe," says I, "they forgot to vote," says I. "Maybe they"re havin" a schootzenfist," I says, "an" are out killin" clay pigeons instid iv attendin" to business," I says. Just thin th" loot come in. "Well," says he, "tis quite a Waterloo," says he. "F"r who?" says I. "Oh," he says, "Swift got it be forty thousand."

"Maloney wiped his face, and took off his hat an" swabbed it inside. Thin says he: "D"ye raymimber me meetin" ye down-town a week ago on Dorney"s place, loot?" he says. "Yes," says th" loot. "D"ye mind what I said thin?" he says, "I don"t call it just now," says the loot. "Well, I just come fr"m a meetin" iv th" Swift Marchin" Club, an" I niver seen so much enthusyasm; an" I says to ye, I says: "Loot," I says, "Swift "ll bate him aisy," I says. "I knew he would fr"m th" beginnin". Ye take an" put up a good broad liberal man like George B., a man that has frinds an" knows how to be a good fellow, an" run him again a Boohemian gazabo who gives ivry man th" marble heart an" "d turn down his own brother, an" anny fool cud tell who "d win. They"ll be some chance f"r a man with Swift over there; but, if this here Winter wint in, ye cudden"t stand acrost La Salle Sthreet an" hand him a peach on th" end iv a window pole," he says.

"Will he lose his job? Not much, Jawn. That la-ad "ll be swingin" bridges an" throwin" away th" crust iv his pie whin you an" me are atin" ha-ard coal. He will that. But what do I care? Machs nix aus, Jawn; an" that being translated manes, "What th" "ell.""

A VISIT TO JEKYL ISLAND.

"I"d like to been there," said Mr. Dooley.

"Where"s that?" Mr. Hennessy asked.