The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1903-09-06

tracked, or ditched, dey would run from it
like dey was chased by plain close men,
and had de goods on 'em.
I'm telling you dat what makes de little
old Main street Number One wit all Man
hattaners is dat dey gets all de fun and
| exercise OF mountain climbing, mining,
Mort Pole finding, and frontier life witout
never leaving Broadway.
Isn't dere plenty of places in New York
| where de houses is up and de streets is
down? Sure. But what do you see dere,-
a small lot OF belt-liners out for a walk,
| and a cat or two, wit a few n%oissery maids
looking for de cop dat never comes.
I says dat to Mr.. Paul, and he says to
me. "Chames.' he says, you is more dan
right, you is all right. Avaunt de day."
he says, using form woids now and den, to
keep me guessing. when our principal
avnoo of m trade, bargain coun-
ters, first nights. Holsters. and cocktails
shall be navigable witout de aid of a
guide, a Pinkerton man, a rope ladder. and
a package of foist relief for de injured.
Broadway as it is, is what makes it a de
LIGHT. Odderwise, why not go home by
anodder route? When children can play
puss-in-de-corner, and bean-bag in Broad
way, NlIOuI ONcICIOWulu6 Ot HUI SOS, VIC
day of it's glory Is down and out"
It's a ten-to-one shot dat Mr.. Paul is
right. even if he did use dude langwudge to
| sing his song. Listen: why do folks so
to de country Just for de fun of coming
| back to town. 1t don't matter what town
| it is. so long as it is de town dat you hangs
out I'm when you're at home.
'Cheems," says Duchess to me, I'D
Same odds against bote Places says /.
'To-morrow's our day off; so let's beat bote
places, and go to de Bowery. and see little
Duke"
Remember Little Duke? He's our kid.
| Dat we'd go to see him was a cinch, of
course, for we always goes down to me
modder's home on our days off to see de
kid. Mrs. Murphy is wit me modder, now
-rer1ember Murphy? Dey does laundry
woik for Miss Fannie, and some odder
swells dat Miss Fannie touted for EN-. and
makes all sorts of swell money. Dere's a
| silk haired goil dat Miss Fannie knows,
dat teaches in a Mission school,, who
teaches de kid, too, and say, he's dat rich
wit his langwudge dat I can't hold him.
He talks like a little edition of Mr.. Paul,
and when Duchess says dat he'll be a Pres
ident, or Alderman, il don't sound so much
like a pipe talk as you'd tink. And he's
Joining French. Say. you'd die to hear
! him talk to his ma, Duchess, in de regular
form French dat Duchess and de teacher
teaches to him. It's a wonder. All de
Doodle dat Duchess has touched off me is
going TO make him a sure enough gent:
and Duchess says dat if tings goes fair for
a dozen years. or so. we'll not stop wit
making him President, but hell be trained
TO be a cook, and wit de start we can give
him he'll keep a French restaurant some
day. But OATS a dream,
Me modder and Duchess Is great pals,
! but dey don't hitch when it comes to what
de Little Duke will be.
ME DEAR says modder to me on de
quiet, when Duches was putting kiddie
over de jumps OF his French grammar, Me
| dear, you has a wife dat's a jewl witout a
price mark; but Chimmie, as you love you
old modder. stop dat woman from making
a former of de little one, or We'll never be
| able to keep il from de nighbors. and he'll
| have no more chance to run dis ward dan
de gent Wit tailow legs has wit Satan.
Even his English is like Mr.. Paul's. al
| ready; and / never let de neighbors hear
him talk. for fear of de shame day'd put on
me for being de grandmother of a dude"
Its de trute your modder is saying.
Chimnie.' says Murphy. "You could come
back to de ouid ward and be a Precinct
Captain yerself. but yer own son couldn't
get a pushcart license in de war-rd wit all
dis jude langwudge he do be learning.
Lave de lad go to Park Row and sell
papes for a year, and he'll be as good a
American as amy of us. Remember how
worseT dan a ~tootless child it is to cherish
a snake in de bosom Of de family, as Saint
Patrick says, rest his sowli"
Dat was a pretty strong argument, for
fair. and says TO Duchess we'd better be
letting de kid get a little learning. instead
of bordering his conk wit all de foolish
tings she and de swell Mission teacher was
putting into him.
Oats some of your advice, modder Fad
den" says Duchess, toining TO de old loidy.
"Ill not deny it" me modder says. Its
de advice Mrs. Murphy and me would give
10 you. too. me dear. You're as good a
daughter as l ever hoped to have. Hor-
tense; dough I'll not deny dat at foist L
grieved dat me son didn't marry a Yankee
goil, what de Bowery Is full OF 'em as
would be glad Of de chance"
wit thoity-six bust. and forty skoit;