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"Well, glory be, th' times has changed since me frind Jawn Finerty come out iv th' House iv Riprisintatives; an', whin some wan ast him what was goin' on, he says, 'Oh, nawthin' at all but some damned American business. Thim was th' days! An' what's changed thim?
How cud ye, ye that was born away fr'm home? But I have, Jawn. May th' saints save me fr'm another! I come over in th' bowels iv a big crazy balloon iv a propeller, like wan iv thim ye see hooked up to Dempsey's dock, loaded with lumber an' slabs an' Swedes.
Manny's th' time I've heerd him lecture to little Matt Doolan asleep like a log behind th' stove. What a-are we comin' to? he'd say. 'What a-are we comin' to? D'ye mind, Jawn, that's th' way he always began. 'Th' poor do be gettin' richer, says he, 'an' th' rich poorer, says he.
Is this a fire 'r a dam livin' pitcher? I'll break ivry man iv eighteen, four, six, an' chem'cal five to-morrah mornin' befure breakfast." Oh, he says, bringin' his fist down, 'wan more, an' I'll quit. "An' he did, Jawn. Th' day th' Carpenter Brothers' box factory burnt. 'Twas wan iv thim big, fine-lookin' buildings that pious men built out iv celluloid an' plasther iv Paris.
Keep within easy hail " He paused abruptly. Through the crisp night air came the roll and snort of an engine. There was a long silence in the cab. "She's running slow," said Jawn, at length. Harvey stood breaking the match into bits. The noise of the other train came slowly nearer, but so slowly that all listened breathlessly.
Now tell me what you were trying to do." Jawn looked out ahead before he replied, "I ain't going to leave Mr. West down there." "Isn't Mr. West back?" asked the detective, in a startled tone. "He's had time enough to go clear to the station and back. I went pretty near to it myself. They've got a train full of men. It looks like business." "Hear that, Donohue?" said Mallory.
Th' best day I iver knew Jawn L. Sullivan had a little something on me. I won't say it was much, but now that we're both retired, I'll say that I'm glad I niver challenged him.
"You wouldn't get through before next week," he said. "There's a couple of passenger engines in the roundhouse, but they ain't fired." The telegraph operator leaned out of the window and broke into the conversation. "Murphy's firing the big eleven for sixteen from Truesdale. You might take that." "Got a good man to run it?" asked Jim. "Jawn Donohue's on the switch engine," replied the operator.
Or it may be who knows? that Tynan was indiscreet. He may have dhropped a hint of his intintions." "Molly Donahue have up an' become a new woman! "It's been a good thing f'r ol' man Donahue, though, Jawn. He shtud ivrything that mortal man cud stand.
The departure of the wayfarer with profuse thanks was followed by a space of silence. "Well, Jawn," said Mr. Dooley. "What did you give the hobo?" asked Mr. McKenna. "Half a dollar," said Mr. Dooley. "And what for?" "Binivolence," said Mr. Dooley, with a seraphic smile. "Well," said Mr. McKenna, "I should say that was benevolence." "Well," said Mr.
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