The morning call., 1892-06-12
Frank Daniels.

street. Pleased at the sight Of a famous
American face, Daniels could not resist the
temptation to cross over and shake hands
with his Irish-American cOmpatriot. He
approached the latter with Outstretched
hand and face beaming with good-fellow-
ship.
''Pm glad to see you, Mr.. Rooney. Ny
name is Daniels, Frank Daniels / have
never had the pleasure Of meeting you. but
l have enjoyed your performances many
times in Boston. How are things in
America ?"
Instead Of responding to this hearty greet
ing Rooney permitted his gaze to wander
over Daniels somewhat ultra English
clothes, his large stick and yellow gloves
a look Of suspicion cleaned in MS eve, and
to Daniels astonishment, he began to back
away.
How is business with you over here?"
inquired Daniels. holding on 70 Rooney's
hand. Making lots of money!"
''Oi guess you've made a mistake" said
Rooney, in a chilly voice. still edging away
Not at all, replied Daniels, heartily. II
can't be mistaken IN that lace; isn't your
name Rooney?"
"Mebbe il is, and mebbe it isn't; bat look
here, young feller, that game wont work
wud me. OIm more than swim and there's
no hayseed in my hair"
And with a final wrench the Irish comic
singer broke away and rapidly disappeared
around the corner. leaving the astOnished
Daniels staring after him ia mute beYilder-
ment,
SEVERAL YEARS LATER,
After Daniels had achieved fame ard for
tune as a star, be str0lled into Nick Engles'
in New York, on Twenty-seYenth street,
near Broadway. fayorite resort for actors.
Daniels was talking to a number of friends
when presently Pat Rooney sauntered in
and joined the group. Rooney had quite
forgotten the Liverpool incident but
Daniels had not
Don't yon know Mr. Rooney. Frank ?'
inquired one Of the party.
What name?, asked Daniels.
"RoOney-Pat Rooney"
Never heard Of him." replied the CO.
median in 32-degTee Fahrenheit tone OF
voice. Whats your line of business, Mr..
Rooney?"
Rooney almost gasped with astonishment
and the others stared.
"Why, you certainly know Pat Rooney,
the Irish comedian, exclaimed one of the
party.
"Rooney? Rooney?" repeated the come
dian, refieetiYely. "It seems to ME l do re-
call meeting MT. Rooney on Queen street,
Liverpool, some years ago, but | must say
the recollection IS hardly pleasant one"
Queen street, LiYerpOol?' INQUIRED Roo
ney.
Yes" returned Daniels, believing that
you would be as pleased to meet an Ameri-
can fellow-etlzen as ! was, ] foolishly in
tTOdUced myself and met with very de-
cided rebuff"
a light broke through the bewildered ex-
preston on the face Of the Irish comedian.
"Musha, Lord save Us" ne exclaimed,
II remem Der now And you sTe that same?"
Il am" returned Daniels, with dignity,
''and / must say | have never been able TO
understand your extraordinary conduct on
that OCCASION
a broad smile illuminated Rooney's coun-
tenance.
Whisper" lie said in confidential tone,
bending forward earnestly, tits mighty
sorry / am. Sure l thought you were an
English confidence man"
There was a moments pause. Then an
explosion Of laughter burst from the audi
ence, in which Daniels was compelled to
Join.
'' don't know whether the JOKE is on you
or me" remarked tlfe comedian after the
merriment had partially subsided, but l
guess it's good for q quart"
Sure, I'm due for the same" said
Rooney, and the old sore was healed by
some cold Pommery.