The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1895-08-15

| ~ emerged from his trance OF ncredul-
ity and wonder to inquire:
What is the pole made OF, Mickey"
well, there's some o them thinks
It's made of ice, bekase It's that cold at
both inds o. the pole that the ears OF
an iron dog would drop off if he left
the stove while We be winkin'. But il
ye be akin my opinion, asls ignorant o
sciences but has common slnSe, I'd say
twas made of safe metal
''Safe metal. is it? I've seen iron and
brass and steel, but divil o wan o. ne
ever heerd tell O. safe metal. What is
it like, Mickey"
"Why, father. it's the kind O. metal
they make safes out Of"
Dye tell me SO 'avic! And what
makes We think they made the axle Of
safe metal and not OF ice?"
.'Belzase 'twouid not melt by hate"
'.Arail, what nonsinse is this were
sayin', Mickey! Amt We afther sayin'
it's so cold at the north pole that the
tail w'ud be frozen off the goat If he
didn't puts;t in his pocket"
'Trotn, thin, am, father. But lis
ten: Whin open the food gates O. me
classicality III sweep We away on the
torrent O. my learned eloquince and"
You're right, Mickey" interrupted
his father admiringly. "You wouldn't
be getting down on your hunkers
(haunches, to amy O thin that has
eddicashun But what was ye tellin'
ne?"
well, +" resumed the youthful scien-
fist, with a grin of self-appreciation.
'ye1l mind was tellin' We that twas
cold at the North pole and he'South
pole, but didn't tell ye anything
about the middle o. the globe"
$40, We did not. Mickey; and what is
It like?"
whisper, father: It's hotter down
there than the door-kncbio' tormint, SO
it's"
God save US intirely, Mickey!"ie1-
claimed his father, crossing himself de-
voutly. Eye don't mean t tell me"
81 mean t tell ye," continued the
boy, IN a hoarse whisper, that the
pole goes right through the bad place
itself, and that Old Nick drives nails
In it to hang his rakes and pokers on.
There, now. what dye think O. that?'
$50, that's the how of 1t. Mickey, is
It? Sure niver thought O. that, and I
twice your age! Faith, was thinkin'
the bad place was here in the shanty
whin yer mother got mad. And now
We tell me It's in the middle O. the
earth! Well if that's the case it's aisy
SEEM why they didn't make the pole
out of ice. Begorra, wondersu niver
cease, as the barkeeper said whin Tim
Conlin refused drink. And how long
have they been lookin' for the pole?"
''Oh, for ages and ages" replied the
boy, with q move of the hand indica-
tive of infnity'
"And in all thin years they,niver saw
the pole, We say?"
"Well, see by the papers that LET
tenant Peary is afther thinkin' he
clapped an odd eye on it five hundred
miles away"
"Whist, now, Mickey, don't be tellin'
any lies. How could q man see five
hundred milesg'
"Sure. father, he couldn't see wild his
naked eye; but he had wan o thin OBJ
servatin' instrumints they call telescopes
that magnifes things. He clapped this
up to his eye wan day and what should
he see but big pole higher nor St
Mary's steeple sticlkin up out O. the
water. Anyway, that's the word he's
afther sindin' down to the giver'mint
by telephone from Umpsumervik,
where he was stoppin' in an ice house,
it being only fifty degrees below zebro,
q warrum day for Greenland. and he
wantin' to keep cool. So, now the
giver'mint is maxim a balloon bigger
nor tin-acre lot"
"And what will they be afther dom
wild the balloon?"
"Listen. now, father. this is their
schame-I dunno will it work or no;
ven mind the big derrick they have
down to McEntee's foundry to hist
boilers out Of steamboats,! Well, they
are going to put the derrick in the bal
loon, sail away up north. hitch the der
rick to the pole. rise the balloon and
pull the pole out o the hoie!'
'Wirra, wirra, Mickey! And what'eu
happen thiu?"
"The pole is standin' in big oceant o.
water filed with white bears bigger nor
Mol Kelly's heifer. and hunks of ice
and walruses. Whin the pole comes
out of coorse there1l be big hole, and
all the water and ice and bears and
things II be pourin' down the hole.
The water will put out the fires in the
bad place, drown the divil and all his
wicked angels, so thereu be no more
torment and"
Mickey's recital was interrupted by a
roar of boisterous laughter from his
father.
Il don't see what you are laughin'
at, father. Twill be sore day for the
divil whin McEntee's derrick does its
work"
$50 I'm thinktn', Mickey. But
was wonderin' what the ould boy
would think whin thin big bears ken
rollin' in on him, and he rakin' the fires.
There, Mickey, I'm over it Go wan
wild yer story"
"And whin the soy is run dry" con-
cluded the imaginative geographer,
1.-The northwest passage to Agypt, tina.
the giver mint has been 1ookin' for so
long, viii be open to the world O. CON-
nerce and"
The eminent raconteur was inter
rupted by the strident voice of his
mother, who shouted from the kitchen:
Mickey, We spalspeen. there's the
billygoat in the onion bed. Run and
drive him out before he spiles his