The Dreamers Part 10

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"I am the unfortunate holder of that," said Greenwich Place. "I'd just been reading Anthony Hope and Mr. Dooley. The result is a composite, which I will read."

"What do you call it, Mr. Place?" asked the stenographer.

"Well, I don't know," replied Greenwich. "I guess 'A Dooley Dialogue'

about describes it."

VIII

DOLLY VISITS CHICAGO

_Being the substance of a Dooley dialogue dreamed by Greenwich Place, Esq._

"I must see him," said Dolly, rising suddenly from her chair and walking to the window. "I really must, you know."

"Who?" I asked, rousing myself from the lethargy into which my morning paper had thrust me. It was not grammatical of me--I was somewhat under the influence of newspaper English--but Dolly is quick to understand.

"Must see who?" I continued.

"Who indeed?" cried Dolly, gazing at me in mock surprise. "How stupid of you! If I went to Rome and said I must see him, you'd know I must mean the Pope; if I went to Berlin and said I must see it, you'd know I meant the Emperor. Therefore, when I come to Chicago and say that I must see him, you ought to be able to guess that I mean--"

"Mr. Dooley?" I ventured, at a guess.

"Good for you!" cried Dolly, clapping her hands together joyously; and then she hummed bewitchingly, "The Boy Guessed Right the Very First Time," until I begged her to desist. When Dolly claps her hands and hums, she becomes a vision of loveliness that would give the most confirmed misogynist palpitation of the heart, and I had no wish to die.

"Do you suppose I could call upon him without being thought too unconventional?" she blurted out in a moment.

"You can do anything," said I, admiringly. "That is, with me to help," I added, for I should be sorry if Dolly were to grow conceited. "Perhaps it would be better to have Mr. Dooley call upon you. Suppose you send him your card, and put 'at home' on it? I fancy that would fetch him."

"Happy thought!" said Dolly. "Only I haven't one. In the excitement of our elopement I forgot to get any. Suppose I write my name on a blank card and send it?"

"Excellent," said I.

And so it happened; the morning's mail took out an envelope addressed to Mr. Dooley, and containing a bit of pasteboard upon which was written, in the charming hand of Dolly:

Mrs. R. Dolly-Ra.s.sendyll.

At Home.

The Hippodorium.

Tuesday Afternoon.

The response was gratifyingly immediate.

The next morning Dolly's mail contained Mr. Dooley's card, which read as follows:

[Ill.u.s.tration: "'I MUST SEE HIM,' SAID DOLLY"]

Mr. Dooley.

At Work.

Every Day. Archie Road.

"Which means?" said Dolly, tossing the card across the table to me.

"That if you want to see Dooley you'll have to call upon him at his place of business. It's a saloon, I believe," I observed. "Or a club--most American saloons are clubs, I understand."

"I wonder if there's a ladies' day there?" laughed Dolly. "If there isn't, perhaps I'd better not."

And I of course agreed, for when Dolly thinks perhaps she'd better not, I always agree with her, particularly when the thing is a trifle unconventional.

"I am sorry," she said, as we reached the conclusion. "To visit Chicago without meeting Mr. Dooley strikes me as like making the Mediterranean trip without seeing Gibraltar."

But we were not to be disappointed, after all, for that afternoon who should call but the famous philosopher himself, accompanied by his friend Mr. Hennessey. They were ushered into our little parlor, and Dolly received them radiantly.

"Iv coorse," said Dooley, "I hatter come t' see me new-found cousin.

Hennessey here says, he says, 'She ain't yer cousin,' he says; but whin I read yer car-r-rd over th' second time, an' see yer na-a-ame was R.

Dooley-Ra.s.sendyll, wid th' hifalution betwixt th' Dooley an' th'

Ra.s.sendyll, I says, 'Hennessey,' I says, 'that shmall bit iv a coupler in that na-a-ame means only wan thing,' I says. 'Th' la-ady,' I says, 'was born a Dooley, an' 's prood iv it,' I says, 'as she'd ought to be,'

I says. 'Shure enough,' says Hennessey; 'but they's Dooleys an'

Dooleys,' he says. 'Is she Roscommon or Idunnaw?' he says. 'I dinnaw meself,' I says, 'but whichiver she is,' I says, 'I'm goin' to see her,'

I says. 'Anny wan that can feel at home in a big hotel like the Hippojorium,' I says, 'is wort' lookin' at, if only for the curawsity of it,' I says. Are ye here for long?"

"We are just pa.s.sing through," said Dolly, with a pleased smile.

"It's a gud pla-ace for that," said Dooley. "Thim as pa.s.s troo Chicago ginerally go awaa pleased, an' thim as stays t'ink it's th' only pla-ace in th' worruld, gud luk to 'em! for, barrin' Roscommon an' New York, it's th' only pla-ace I have anny use for. Is yer hoosband anny relation t' th' dood in the _Prizner iv Cinders_?"

I laughed quietly, but did not resent the implication. I left Dolly to her fate.

"He is the very same person," said Dolly.

"I t'ought as much," said Dooley, eying me closely. "Th' strorberry mark on his hair sort of identified him," he added. "Cousin Roopert, I ta-ak ye by the hand. Ye was a bra-ave lad in th' first book, an' a dom'd fool in th' second; but I read th' second first, and th' first lasht, so whin I left ye ye was all right. I t'ought ye was dead?"

"No," said I. "I am only dead in the sense that Mr. Hope has no further use for me."

"A wise mon, that Mr. Ant'ny Hawp," said Dooley. "Whin I write me book,"

he continued, "I'm goin' t' shtop short whin folks have had enough."

"Oh, indeed!" cried Dolly, enthusiastically. "Are you writing a book, Mr. Dooley? I am so glad."

"Yis," said Dooley, deprecatingly, yet pleased by Dolly's enthusiasm.

"I'm half finished already. That is to say, I've made th'

ill.u.s.thrations. An' the publishers have accepted the book on th'

stringth iv them."

"Really?" said Dolly. "Do you really draw?"

"Nawm," said Dooley. "I niver drew a picture in me life."

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