"Tse beth' pa-apers," said Mr, Dooley, "that Lord Char-les Beresford is in our st, as Hogan says."
"<'sn! who th' divvle's he?" asked Mr. Hennessy.
"He's a Watherford man," said Mr, Dooley. "I knowed his father well—a markes be trade an' a fine man, Char-les to sea early, but he's now in th' plastherin' business—cemintin' th' iv th' United States an' England. thank ye to laugh at me joke, Misther Uiauissy, an' not be standing' there lookin' like Chinnyman in a street-car."
don't know what ye mean," said Mr. Hennessy, softly.
"Lord Chat-les Beresford is a sort iv advance-agent iv th' White Man's Burden Thrajeedy Company—two little Evas, four hundhred_millyon 'Popsies, six hundred million Uncle 'Toms. He's billin' th' country fr th' threeyumphal tour iv th' Monsther Aggregation. Nawthin' can stop it. Blood is thicker than wather, an' together, ar rin, weill spread th' light iv civilisation from wan ind iv th' wurruld to th' other, no mattiier what you an' Schwartzmeister say, Hinnissy, "Be hivins, I like th' way me kinsman aerest th' sea, as th' pa-apers say, threat us. 'Ye whelps,' says Lord Char-les Beresford an' Roodyard Kipling an' Tidy Rosenfelt an' th' other Anglo Saxons.
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