El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1899-10-20
Dooley On The Atlantic.


put it on. ''-Youth's Companion.
Dooley On The Atlantic.
'Poor lads, poor lads" said Mr..
Dooley, putting aside his newspaper
and rubbing his glasses. "Tis q hard
say in ships, as Shakespeare saye. Ye
never see . storm on tn ocean? If
coorse ye didn't. How cud ye, We that
was BORN away firm home? But I
have, Jawn; may tn saints save firm
another.
81 come over in tn bowels iv big
crazy balloon iv propeller like one iv
thin that ye see hooked up Dimpsey's
dock, loaded with lumb Der an slabs an
islands fadin' away behind US, with
tn sun strnkin' tn white
housetops iv Queenstown an lightin'
up th' climber of Martin Hogan's
liquor store. Not wan iv us but had
lift near all we loved behind, an save
q chance that we'd liver spoon tn
etirabout out iv tn pot above tn OIL
was wsn-a lad firm tn county Ros-
common. Divvle tn tear he shed.
But whin we had pa arted firm land
he turns to me an says, We'll, we're
says 1. No chanst firm thin to turn
round an go back says he. ''Divvle
tn fut,' says L. Thin, he says,
raisin' his voice, to ELL with tn
Prince iv Wales he says. To ell
with him, he says.
can that was the last we see of sky
or sun FIR six days. That night come
up the divvle's own storm. The waves
tore an wslloped tn oil boat an tn
wind howled an ye cud hear tn
machn'ry snortin' beyant. Murther
but was sick. Wan time tn ship'd
be sittin' on it's tail, another it'd be
cow-like on tn side an ivirv time it
lurched me stummick lurched with it.
an q was tore an rint an racked till
if death come it'd found me willin'.
An tn Roscommon man, glory be.
but he was distressed. He set on tn
f1ure with his hands on his belt an
his: face as whitela: :stone, an rocked
me inside has torn loose, he says, an
are tumblin' around he says. Say
pather an avy,' says 1, 1 was that
mad with tn big bosthoon FIR blath-
erin on the fure. Say q pather an
avy,' 1 says, SIR ye're near to deaths
dure, avick. Am I?' says he, raisin'
up Thu t + he says to .ll Nth III tho he
Through the storm there was bah
by cryin'. Twas little wan no more
than q year OIL, an twas owned by a
Tipprary man, who came firm near
Clonmell; q poor, weak, scare-lOOkin'
little divvle that lost his wife an thin
see the bsiliff walk offwith th Cow, and
| thin SEQ him come back again with tn
process servers. An so he was comm
an father to 1t. He'd rock it be tn
hour on his knees, an talk nonsinse to
it an sing 1t songs. 'A-ah twas there
1 met q maiden down be tn tan-ya-ard
side,' an 'Th' Wicklow Mountainser,
an TIL Ram bier firm Glare, an o.
| Donnell Aboo'-croonin' thin in tn
little babby's ear an payin' no ATTN
head. Day an night, day an night,
poor soul. An tn babby cryin' out its
heart an him settin' there with his
eyes as red as his hair an maxim no
kick. Poor soul.
"But wan day tn ship settled down
steady an our ragin' stummicks with
it an tn Roscommon man shakes him
self an says, To ell with tn Prince OF
Wales an tn Dock iv Edinboro,' an
goes out an near all tn Storage fol.
lowed, FIR th' storm had done it's worst,
| an had gone to trouble those that come
afther, an may tn divvle go with it.
Th' waves wos r-runnin' low an peace
full, an thinks l. Twill be q rest II
that little Tipp'rary man, thinks I, fl
tn baby have stopped cryin'. He had
been setin' on stool, but he came over
to me. 'Th' Storm says I, lis over.
Ms, says he, it's over. Twas wild
while it lasted, says 1. 'Ye may say
So, says he. We'll, please Gawd. says
l, that it left none worse off than US.
1T blew Ill FIR some an aise FIR others,
says he. 'Th' babby's gone
AN so it was, Jawn, FIR all his rock
in an singlu.' An in tn avnin' they
buried it over tn side into tn say, an
tn little Tipp'rary man whit up an set
thin do it.-New York journal.
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