New-York tribune., 1909-01-10
Jim" DAGLEY, HE
SEEN THE POPE
FROM MONTANA, AND HE
WOIJLDN'T BE DENIED.
While Prisoner Rescued French Am-
bassador,s Daughter from Fire
Then Way Vas Open.
By C. W. Dowr ns.

In my bOVhOO0 L "
pasture or followed behind the plousn l
dreamed Of college. When those cohese oAy'
came. I know not how, and sped away SO rapidly
and found me arrayed In cap and gown L
dreamed of glorious days In the Eternal CITY
which Horace had first taught me to love
Somehow, this dream too. was realized III was
q glad April morning when awoke TO sisnt
OF the blue Mediterranean and TO sense OF
a nearness % the home of much that Is pest IN
two thousand years OF history. Inc on'ii
whistle OF the engine as crossed the T1oer
was a little discomf1ting, but the soft tones "I
the guards call Roma" was reassurlng' anu
T stepped out to catch the CLINT OF the morning
sun upon the seven hills. had no travelling
companion. yet / felt no more alohe aiiiu
these records Of centuries than a booklover
does IN the solitude of great library. There
followed a succession of days fuH OF rap'ui7
such as many a pilgrim has felt
One evening after dinner sat slipping my
wine in a little restaurant on the Corso. my
eyes fell on a face in such marked contrast 20
the suave italian faces around that l was at
oncs Interested His tousled hair shaggy beard,
rough skin, and general unkempt appearance
suggested that he had known more OF the neid
than OF the drawing ROOM As was strussins
with guess as to mis- nationality sd" Aii'
peering around the room, his eyes RESTING oN
tbe floor Pv n sort Of divination CONCLUDED ne
was an American and was looking for g cuspidor
7 had heard my own language frequently IN tne
Forum. in the Vatican, and even in the streets.
but had been pleased to persuade nyseH t1"'
nv sole PURPOSE there was to make the acquaint-
ance of Rome But somehow this race drew
me like a magnet I must find out II he was my
-o,,ntrvn1ap The approach was easy. as he sar
at small table alone Taking a seat oppo-
site to him / asked:
Are you an American"
.sYou bet yer life" was the hearty response.
as he extended his brawny hand and gave mine
3 most cordial grasp
by cracky I'm glad to see ye. Ter the fust
American I've saw since l come to this mere
goldarned ole place"
With that he drew a large plug Of tobacco
from his pocket and handed it across the table
and asked;
"Do ye chaw tohaccer?'
1 refused as politely as 1 could, whereupon ne
remarked:
wall I reckon yer better off in this town II
We don't f., they ain't no place to spit. Now.
IN Butte --ontanny in the restaurant where I
cat. II they amt no spittoon Teller jst spits on
the floor tried it or in Z restaurant here this
1nornin' but. ding me. il they didn't hustle me
outer that place Ike creased lightnin'-
knew he had offered me the tobacco out o. a
feeling O. conradeship. for it was evident that
we couldn't enjoy "quid' under such circum-
stances BY this time there were few left in
the room / ordered bottle of wine, gave the
waiter larger tio than usual and settled down
to hear Jim DaGley's story. for was sure
he had one. -a.--
"Yaas" he began upon my invitation Pm
from Montanny. I reckon I've had about as
much experience as the next tcller. but amt
want to know why 7 come to Rome. Ye see IT
wuz is way: I'd bin workin purity hard far
nigh on to fifteen year-fust in the mines til
could get a Ieetle dough in my jeans: then
bought saloon IN Butte
This word 'saIoor'' brought TO him recoilec-
tions Of something stronger and better than we
were drinking so ne broke off his story:
"Saay, this IS powerful weak stuff Tor feller's
throat Do ye reckon we could git some 'redeye'
in these digSin's?''
assured him that it was quite possible 1t
was soon procured. As the strong draft dis
appeared his eyes frightened and he resumed his
tale.
Wall. as I wuz sayin', I bought a saloon
put down the dough ev'ry dollar It, II
plump on Main street. Wuz We ever in Butte?
No? Wall, it devil Nv a tough hole in
them days I'm a-telln ye-tai7't much better
yit"
Don't you have any churches there?' I
asked.
"Yaas, but the parsons. they can't git no edge
the devil. cause the feers won't go inside
meetin house Holy smoke! It's quaar. by
crecky, that I went 70 them parsons
afore come here, to gift his advice"
THAT does strange threw in. rather
perfunctory
Don't 1t. now9 Waal. you see. it vuz this
way: I'd made a right smart pile in my saloon
an thought Id like to sec the sights wuz
talkin' to Buck Isley about II one day an with
a wink in his eye he sez SEE he:
" Jim. why don't ye go an talk 10 Parson
Sinson? They say he's bin to Europe an Rome
an everywhere
'Ketch me goin' to a parson,' sez l. But
after Buck went away. thinks l 70 myself 'ta.n't
bad idee. So after dark goes round to make
The parson a cali. Holy Peter! As went up
The walk to The house I seen Buck IsIey
skirmIshin' past the gate. BY cracky. I'm In
fur II now / to myself. But I went on an
made up my mind to face the music next dav.
Shore. huff. next dav when goes down to the
saloon Buck Isley an Sam Hisel sings out:
80 Wall Jim, did ye git religion?'
None NV yer blame bizness' seq
Anyhow. the parsons spang up, relIer-a
durn sight better than 1 thought Yaas suree
the parson treated white. 1 want to tell We
had an idee he'd want 10 talk TO me about my
SINS an git down on his knees an prav an.
that sort Wv thing. Wall, sur, he didn't do
nothn NV the kind He jst held out his han
an he seq. sez he: Jim. I'm mighty glad to see
ye. Take cher. Then he give me the hest
seegar 1 rolled my tongue round. Wall. I
jist tole him I'd made my wad an wanted tn
the sights an I'd come IN tallr 4, o,a- ,,.,,,