Arizona republican., 1899-03-30
MEDiTATIONS OF
 MARTIN DOOLEV

| ike 1o beeh tHGi0' 0e'iu -
 Dooley.
 where's that?" n1r. Hennessy
 asked
 "At Sheke1 island" said MT. DooIey.
 ''seein' ne f,fnd Mack an me frind Tom Reed meetin' be tn sad sea
 waves.
 ''Ye sec, Mack was down there with
 Mark Hanna. lie was tired out with
 e&pandin' an anxiety fir fear me frind
 Alger'd ray5ign, ah Bays Hanna, he
 says: Come down. he says with
 me he says, to Shekel island he
 says. Iris th' home iv rayffnement
 an r-riches, he says, where us mil
 lyionairos r-rest firm takin' care iv tn
 counthry,' 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 thim
 can be exthraoted,' he says. fThey'se
 nawthin, to break tn silence. he says,
 but tn roarin' iv tn ocean, he says, ] an that sounds natrdl, he says be- cause 'tis 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'se nawthin' to keep ye here he says.
 Iv'ry wan iv tn cabret includin' tn
 sicrety iv war'H stick to his place. he says, like man, he says. /
 An Mack wint with him. He was setin' cn tn beach in goold chair sur rounded be millyonaires with tn pTis- idint iv a bank f3nnin' him an tn l threeasurer iY a di'mon' mine poOrin' his dhrink, an though he was feelin' well they was something on his mind. What ails yep ast Hanna. I was thinl1in,' says Mack, how pleasant 'twud be if me ol' frind Tom Reed was here, he says. 'Twud be Paradise if he was here,' he says, 'whin, To an be- hold, who shud come acrost tn dfmon- studded beach. wadin' through tn banknotcs that'd been dropped be tn good farmers iv Shekel island, but Tom Reed
 Well, sir, to see tn affection that those two gr-reat men showed at tn encounter-d dhraw tears firm tn eyes iv a heaT'rt iv shtone 'Tom,' says Mack in falterin' accints, where have ye been? F'r days an days I've skinned yon blue horizon fir amy sign iv ye' 1e says. An ye come not he says. I didn't think I cud miss ye SO he says. Embrace me, he says, if ye ar-re not armed he says. Mack says me frind Tom Reed, with tears in his eyes, this he says, is tn happiest moment iv me life,' he says. I cud- den't,' he says, I cudden't stay in Wash'n'tcn,' he says with you so far away he says, where I cudden't watch ye,' he says. fYe're tn on'y man in tn wurruld I care f'r, he says, but me- silf' he says. an, he says, I'd fall weepin' on we're shoulder this minyit5 he says, hut I don't want to be dis raysDictful be turin me back on Mis- tner Hanna,' he says.
 Well says Mack. set down, he says. 'Rockyfeller.' he says, tell Morgan fl to fetch up a ksE iv sherry wine, he says. Tom he says, we've been frinds f'T years, he says We have says Tom. We've concealed it firm tn vu-gar an pryin' public, he says, but in our hearts we've been frinds, barrin' tn naygur dillygates at tn cOn-vinton,' he says. Twas a mere incident says Mack. We've been frinds, he says, an I've always want ed, he says, to do something fir ye. he says. Tn t..ne has come, he says, whin ] can realize me wish he says. l offer ye,' he says, tn prisidincy to succeed me- he says. No, mo- he says, I'll not be rayfused, he says. I'm tired iv it. he says. Twas forced on me be foolish frinde, he says 'buf I'm not tn man f'r tn place, he says haven't dh1'a-Hn a comfortable breath, not to speak iv salary, since 1 wint in,' he says
 Tn speaker iv tn house burrid his face in his hands an sobs shook him partly. f'r nanny minyits. Thin he raised his noad an says he: Mack he says, I can't take it. he says. 'Tis mos gin'rous iv ye, he says, but me hear'rt fails me- he says. What Is 1t to be prisidint? says he. Tn white house. he says, is a prison,' he says. to which man is condimned,' he says, fir fine wurruk et tn polls he says. Tn life iv prisidint is slavery. he says. If l was to take tn job he says. I'd be tortured day an night he says, be th' fear iv assassination. he says. Think he says, ivy some arnychist shootin' thirteen-inch shells at mo, he says. 'an' maybe he says dentin' me he says. No, he says, have a good job where I 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 gintlemen on tn fiure an me jooty's done he says. I thank ye kindly, Willum, but I can not accept ye'er gin'rous offer, he says. Go back to tn cell, he says, an slave like convict he says. T will not rob me frind, he says, 'iv such an honor. But he says. tell me whin ye thought iv throwin' up tn job ans Favin' ne br-reak into this hateful prison, he says. About t!;' year two thousan' an eight. dear frind,' says Mack. No, no, says Tom Reed. I can not accept it. he says, pressin' Mack's hand. 'Tis too much, he says. an too long, he says.
 I 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 iy me he sayg. I will says Mack 'Ar-rent ye tired tv ye'er long journey?' he says. Wuddent ye like to take 3 bath in tn shark rcrd bature ye goz' ke s2ya |