The times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1897-1901, 1900-10-15
ROOSEVELT IN THE WEST.
"The Perils II In tn Hands 1,
tn COmlty,'

| tn Comfy
| (Ar. Dooley in the New York Journal.)
| Mr.. Dooley was eagerly scannin' tn
columns of his daily paper when Mr.. Hen
nessey dhropped in.
| what ARE We Iookin' rr?" Mr.. Hen
| messy asked.
| I'm lookin' fr tn daily cow'rdly as
sault on me frind Tiddy Rosenfelt.'' said
Mr.. Dooley. "Ne'er a twinty four hours
passes but some flend in human form dis
| guised assails this young joynt Nv pa
threetism. Err a man that's as poplar
| as he Is with tn masses Nv tn people, he
| seems to be blame unpopular. He can't
| dhrop off his private car fr to make a
| speech but tn quiet village where he
stops is transformed into n ragin hell
| iv Kisses an cat calls. varied be an occa-
sional bat on tn head be two-be-'cur.
"Th' appearance iv his tanial. open saee
at public meetin' is tn signal fr a fte.
But lave him speak two wurruds iv ray
Fined an scholarly advise to tn free 5.c
ignorant voters iv tn desolate West,
where wanst he plugged til cattymount
an tn gun fighter. an tn pop'lace is
| thrown into frenzy. What's tn matther
with him; an what's tn matther with tn
affictionate but enraged people? They
love him; they'se do doubt iv that. He's
tn poplar idol. Thin why do they heave
hard coal at eight dollars ton at him?
No vans hurlin' fuel at ABLY when he
takes his knittin' out on tn public plat
form. What's tn matter with Tiddy?
Where's this daily assault an
bathry? An. here it is MN. MN. Well,
| this is scand'lous. to be sure. It's q cry
in shame. Here's Tiddy come to town.
| an bein worn out with tn sinful folly iv
tn campaign. says to his sicrety. Find
where there's some quite church where.
he says, can worship fr change he
| says. Don't lave amy wan but tn ray
porthers know iv It, he says. 4 don't
want to distract tn minister he says.
I wud put no more thin few small lith-
ographs In tn windows, he says, an tn
band outside shud be no larger thin fifty
| pieces he says. There he says, in
seclusion. he says, far firm tn maddin'
throng. he says, I will thry to raymim.
| Der that. in spite of what nanny well-in-
formed men fr whom have tn greatest
rayspict in tn wurruld say. I too re
says, am mortal, he says. An dtr5sSin
himsilf quietly in a sombrero an ieathsr
leggins an wearin' his guns undher his
modest khaki coat. he proceeds onob-
Sarved to his prisons.
Lave us, Hinnissy. not inthruie On IL
solemn scene. They'se not room. Let III
sthand outside in tn throng that's hserl
he some inconcaveable means, p'raps tn
newspapers. that Tiddy is within an Is
! waitin' FIR him Yere Dimmycrat in
polytics. an I keep liqucr store. but
we'll sthand in tn r-rain f'r mnyit to
see how New York POLITICIAN looks
comm out iv church.
las he emerges glancin' nayther to tn
right nor tn left. but up in tn air. a
wild cheer firm tn congregation; but in
a minyit sullen cries iv 'Mornin' paper
an Shine, SIR is heerd in tn crowd. an
tn worshippers sthop cheerin' an sthauds
aghast at tn intrusion.
"Frinds iv Colonel Rosenfelt gathered
ar-round him an prepared to make
stern Resistance to what was plainly a
premiditated attack on his life. TIL hero
iv San Joon Hill brushed thin aside.
Though his face was slightly paler thin
usual an he seemed disturbed. he did
not bethray tn slightest symptoms iv
fear. Miserable scoundhrels.' he says. in
a low tone that was perfectly distinct.
Have ye got that down. boys?' Miserable
scoundhrels,' he says. be quite Befure
his starn an penethratin' gaze tn ruiz
fyans reiterated an was silent fr mo-
ment.
"But e'er he reached TIL modest band
wagon that-was waitin' to convey him to
his hotel til shameful villainy broke out
: again. 'Mornin poiper' yelled tn army
|
! murdher' Wan seoundhrel brandished
what looked like a newspaper, but un-
doubtedly concealed dinnymite bomb. an
shrieked: Want poiper. Tiddy?' Tn
Gov-nor flushed a deep crimson an rushed
FIR his assailant. 'Cow'rd an dog. hs
says. how dare ye?' he says. VIII ye
nayther rayspiect this sanchury, he says.
nor even me-? he says.
TIL desperate escaped between TIL legs
!, iv tn pastor iv tn church. an tn Gov'nor's
friends. who reconized tn peril Nv tn po-
sition even thin betther thin he did.
: forced him into his equipage Still tn vile
worruk went on. All tn way back to tn
hotel tn crys iv 'mornin' poper' filed tn
air Evidently it was carefully arranged
conspiracy. fr tn same language was used
: be all tn riters siv'ral iv whom whit as
! far as tn dure in tn Audjiotoroom. where
they hurled their insuItin' epithets at tn
unrufied statesman.
Further Evidence Is conspiracy is
found in tn rapport Nv reliable man to
Z yc'er correspondent that he was in tn
Dimmycratic headquarters tn Other day
whin Chairman Jim Jones comes in an
saws: is they anything about tn New
a Orieens boss races in the mornin p iper?
: 1t will be seen that this indescribably foul
: worrud was used both be Jones an his
i, hired rufyans. tn canal iv tn sthreets.
:, The POLLS made no attimpt to pr,vint tn
,. assassination which undoubtedly was to
y be tn climax iv tn assault. but thanks
d to Burglar Bill tn rough rider. who ac-
. companied TIL Gov'nor. wan Nv tn
wretches was apprihinded to hurl copy
iv tn "Inther- Ocean into tn oarredge-
: He was took to tn station. where he
give his name as Jimmy Tor Timothy
Mangan. eight years old. tn son iv
: washin' family on tn west side. Tn
l homicide rayfused to be interviewed be-
| in engaged in cryin' az tn time tn ray
porther called. He will be hanged to-
l morrah. Gov'nor Rosenfelt was seen at
tn hotel afther tn horrible ARRAY. He
appeared entirely unmoved. 1T was a
close CALL he said, but exeitin'. Just tn
i sort iv thing like. Couldn't live with
out these narrow escapes he continued,
laughin in his boyish way.
Where is ye'er mex ASSAULT"
: "'At Bloomington, where demonsthra-
: tion had been planned again me be TIL
5 Daughters iv the King. Firm there l go
to Quincy where my life will be endan-
gered be tn Margherita Crecbe. Further
thin that 1 know nawthin'. Ne perils Is
in tn hands iv tn comfy
o Don't We find these attacks on ye'ef
life onhealthy?' asked the rayporther.
mo says tn Gov'nor. I'm takin' on
y flesh But he says. I'm losin' me voice
: be saying scoundhrel.
r "Ah. sure. no vans goin' to hurt him.
| says Mr.. Hennessy.
: 1T depinds'' said Mr.. Dooley, "on what
; amount iv assault an batthry is ray
quired be tn comfy. They may call on
him to sacrifice an ear or two f'r campaign
:. purposes befure he's through. He'd rather
, lose q leg thin be defeated. Annyhow 'ti5
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