The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1897-12-27
MIR. DooLEY PLAYS SANTA CLAUS.
The Kind Actions of the Philosopher
Belle His Y. Ords.

CnlcagO POST.
Merry Christ mas. said Mr.. Hennessy.
Get away from in undher that mstletoe
there" Mr.. Dooley answered cor I'll hit We
with bung- starter Yess it's a merry
Chris mas; think So.
They's west win, BLOWN that cuts We
like SICKLE" Mr. Hennessy went on. Its
gr-reat weather FIR Christmas
!. I1s So" said Mi: Dooley gloomily.
other rilitives on State Sthreet If il hadn't
been FIR tn comm iv tn col snap they'd
not been able to cillybrate their naytional
holiday. Chris mas to thin is like Chicago
IRE day to us. Twas bad whin it happened,
but it's TURNED out all Fright since. But
Is II merry Christina all round? | see
mas dinners has been provided FIR tWinty
thousan' poor people, but thirty thousan'
more Is needed. 1t isn't merry Chris mas
better FIR his wife. She died to-day. Father
Kelly dhropped in on his way home afther
givin' extremunction. His hear-rt was sore
ganis neighborhood has been out iv wur-
ruk fr a year, an tn sight iv tn Swim
fatherless little Doyle chidher almost made
DO? What can 1 do? He's spint all tn
stole money that he ought to be usin' to buy
a warm coat FIR his back, spint it on tn
boot, an he dipt into tn Easter collection
that ought to We gone to pay interist on tn
church morgedge. It'll be a smooth talk
he'll have to give his Grace tn archbishop
this year. He was goin' to buy himsiif a
Chris mas prisint iv an altar cloth. an he
had to spind tn money buyin' shoes f'r TIL
little little Polacckies down be Main sthreet.
I'd have We. tell me. If ye'd cut up all tn
money in the Sixth war-rd in akel parts
families iv Bridgeport. It isn't this year or
last 'Tisn't wan day or another. tbs the
same livery year an livery day. It's been so
iver since come here. an twill be so
afther I'm put away an me frinds have
stopped at the r-roadhouse on tn way back
TO count up what ! owed Thin.
Goo wan" said the light-hearted Mr..
Hennessy. whose pockets were stuffed with
useful articles for the little Hennessys.
''Ye're an OIL crab iv batch. Things ain t
near so bad as they look to We. Come over
to In house Chris mas and ate with us. If
We bring. whisky. an lemons we can make
tn punch FIR us
anywhere but right here 'Tis all well
enough FIR We to talk about Christmas that
have eight on tin childner depindent on We
FIR support. But I've none. Nayther chick
nor child. I'm lone man, Hinnissy. a lone
oil man. an ivry kid that goes hungry
pizens me food an d'hrink. III set here
an look out an think iv Mrs Flanagan
In Calv'ry Cimitry. 'Fhat'lI keep me from
thinkin' iv this Doyles."
MIR. Hennessy walked as far as the door
and came back as far the stove. Then
he wheeled and went to the door again. He
returned quickly. Mr.. Dooley was watching
the maneuver. and. as his friend ap-
preached. he turned his back on him.
Martin. said Mr.. Hennessy.
I've got some things here FIR TIL chill
dher--'
"Have YEP
But tn stores is still OPEN"
Yes
AN 1 was thinkin'--"
so was l. so was L. said. Mr.. Dooley
IF yen wait a minyit till put on ME coat.
They'se ony tn poliSman on tn beat due
here later an he'll be all tn betther FIR not
havin' his twenty-first tonight
Mr.. Dooley pulled on his great coat with
an effort and jammed hit hat down on his
head till his ears projected in flaps. Then
he groaned and grunted and fiercely cursed
with many bad cess 10 ye'' an "divvle
take this woolly dog" as he dove under the
bar and dragged out parcel after parcel-the
same assortment of toys and things to wear
and eat that he had bought every year for
thirty. Meanwhile Mr.. Hennessy looked
on in open-eyed establishment
''Ye'er a sly old fox he said. Some day
yen have yirsilf arristed on yeer own say
ms. Well give tn things to III oldest girl.
II won't do TO have tn little vans get amy
thing befure Chris mas mornin.H
Mr.. Dooiey seemed to regard this as the
last word of Scion or a Willum Joyce,
for he slapped Mr. Hennessy on the Shout
der and crowed "Bedad. that's Fright /;
thrue FIR we; / niver thought OF it,"
Laden like stevedores the two men
tramped out. They coughed good deal at
the door. Then. as they marched along the
cTeaking, wooden sidewalks they were ilent
and held their heads in shame FOR their I'M
secmly deed.