The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-03-29
MEDIIATIoNs OF MR.. DooLEY.
He Discourses On a Recent Visit to
Jekyn Island.

(Ch1cago Journal.)
I'D like to have been there, said
Mr.. Dooley.
Where's that" Mr.. Hennessy asked.
'-At Shekel island said Mr.. Dooley,
''seein me frind Mack an me frind
Tom Reed meetin' be tn sad sea
waves.
I'VE see Mack was down there with
Mark Hanna He was tired out with
expandin an anxiety FIR fear me frind
Alger'd raysign, an says Hanna, he
says: Come down he says with me- ;
he says, to Shekel island he says.
'Tis tn home iv rayfinement an
r-riches,' he says, where us millyion-
aires r-rest firm takin' care iv tn
courthry,' he says. There, in tn
shade iv tn coupon threes,' he says,
we watch tn sea waves an wondher,
he says, 'whin tn goold that's in thin
can be extracted, ne says. They Sc
nawthin' to break tn silence he says,
but tn roarin' iv tn ocean, he says
an that sounds nat'ral,' he says, be
cause tits almost like tn sound iv tn
stock exchange he says. "A man. he
says, that has tn ticker eye, he says,
or tn coupon thumb he says, is
cured in no time he says. Come he
says, fly with me- he says. They Sc
nawthin' to keep We here he says.
sicrety iv war'u stick to his place. he
says, like a man, he says.
An Mack wint with him. He was
Settin' on tn beach in a goold chair.
surrounded be millyionaires, with tn
prisidint iv a bank fannin' him an tn
threasurer iv a di'mon mine poorin'
his dflrink, an though he was feelfn'
well they was something on his mind.
What ais We" asst Hanna L was
thinkin',' says Mack, how pleasant
twud be if me OF frind Tom Reed was
here he says. ''Twud be Paradise if
he was here he says; Whin, 10 an be-
hold, who shud come acroSt tn dimon'-
studded beach, wadin' through tn
banknotes that'd been dropped be tn
good farmers iv Shekel island, but Tom
Reed.
We'll, sir, to see tn affection that
those two great men showed at tn
ENCOUNTERED dhraw tears firm tn eyes
iv a hear-rt iv sthone. Tom says
Mack, in falterin' ACCENTS, where have
We been? FIR days an days I've
skinned yon blue horizon FIR amy sign
iv ye,' he says. An We come not he
says. I didn't think L cud miss ye so,
he says. Embrace me- he says, if ye
ARE not ARMED he says. Mack,
says me frind Tom Reed, with tears
in his eyes, this he says, is tn hap
piest moment iv me life he says. 1
cudden't,' he says, I cudden't stay in
Wash n ton,' he says, with you so far
away he says, where 1 cudden't
watch ye,' he says. 'Ye're tn on'y man
in tn wurruld care FIR he says, but
mesilf,' he says, an, he says, I'd fall
weepin' on ye're shoulder this minyft,
he says, but 1 don't want to be dis
Their Hanna he says.
Well saws Mack set down. he
says. 'Rockyfeller,' he says, tell Nor
gan FIR to fetch up a kag iv sherry
wine he says. Tom he says, we've
been frinds FIR years., he says. We
have says Tom. We've concealed it
firm tn vulgar an pryin' public he
says. but in our hearts we've been
frinds, barrin' tn naygur dfllygates at
mere incident says Mack. We've been
frinds,' he says, an I've always
wanted he says, to do something FIR
ye' he says. TIL time has come, he
says, 'whin l can realize me wish, he
says. I offer ye, he says, TIL prisi-
dincy to succeed me- he says. No,
no. he says, TN not be rayfused,' he
says. Tn tired iv it, he says. Twas
forced on me be foolish frinds,' he says,
but I'm not tn man FIR tn place he
says. I haven't dhrawn comfortable
breath, no ito speak iv salary, since 1
wint in he says.
''Th' speaker iv tn house burrid his
face in his hands, an sobs shook him
partly, FIR NANNY minyits. Thin he
raised his head, an says he: Mack,
he says, I can't take it. he says. IT'S
mos gin-rous iv ye,' he says, but me
hear'rt fails me- he says. What is
House. he says. is a prison. he says,
to which a man is condimned,' he says,
FIR fine wurruk at tn polls, he says.
TIL life iv a prisidint is slavery, he
says. If I was to take tn job he
says, I'd be tortured day an night,
he says, he tn fear iv assassination,
ne says. Think he says, fv some
arnychist shootin tnirteen-inch shells
at me- he says, an maybe he says,
'dentin' me- he says. No. he says, I
have a good job where [ am he says.
All I've got to do he says, is to set
up at tn desk he says, an not recall
tn names iv tn gintlenen on tn flure,
an me jooty's done he says. I thank
We kindly. Willum, but 1 cannot accept
ye'er ginrous offer he says. Go back
to tn CELL he says. an slave like a
convict he says. L will not rob me
frind,' he says, iv such an honor. But
he says, tell me whin ye thought iv
THROWN up tn job an ravin' me
br-reak into this hateful prison., he
says. About tn year two thousan'
an eight, dear frind,' says Mack. No,
no. says Tom Reed. I cannot accept
it he says, pressin' Mack's hand.
Ills too much,' he says, an too
long he says.
4 lave ye,' he says, but I'll call on
ye' he says. Take he says, this little
silver-mounted bottle iv broomo-caf-
feen, he says, an think iv me- he
says. I will says Mack. Aren't We
tired iv ye're long Journey he says.
'Wudden't We like to take a bath in tn
shark pond befure We go?' he says. An
so they backed away firm each other,
tn tears rollin' down their cheeks
Friendship, Hinnissy, is sacred
thing"
1T is said Mr.. Hennessy, eff they
ARE; but I don't believe wan wurrud
We ton me-
We'll" said Mr.. Dooley, eff they
amt both friends, wan iv Thin is. An,
anyhow, I'm glad to know Tom Reed
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