"I'd like to see a priest, Teddy," he whispered, "and, if ye don't mind,
I'd like ye to go up to Mount Vernon an' tell me wife. They'll be after
telegraphin' her if ye don't. Break it aisy, if ye will. Don't let 'er
think there's anything serious. There's no need av it. I'm naht hurted
so bad as aall that."
I promised, and the next moment one of the doctors shot a spray of
cocaine into his hip to relieve what he knew must be his dreadful pain.
A few moments later he lost consciousness, after which I left him to the
care of the hospital authorities and hurried away to send the priest and
to tell his wife.
For a week thereafter he lingered in a very serious condition and
finally died, blood-poisoning having set in. I saw him at the hospital a
day or two before, and, trying to sympathize with his condition, I
frequently spoke of what I deemed the dreadful uncertainty of life and
the seeming carelessness of the engineer in charge of the hoisting
engine. He, however, had no complaint to make.
"Ye must expect thim things," was his only comment. "Ye can't aalways
expect to go unhurted. I niver lost a man before, nor had one come to
haarm. 'Tis the way av things, ye see."
Mighty Rourke! You would have thought the whole Italian population of
Mount Vernon knew and loved him, the way they turned out at his funeral.
It was a state affair for most of them, and they came in scores, packing
the little brick church at which he was accustomed to worship full to
overflowing. Matt was there, bandaged and sore, but sorrowful; and
Jimmie, artful and scheming in the past, but now thoroughly subdued. He
was all sorrow, and sniveled and blubbered and wept hot, blinding tears
through the dark, leathery fingers of his hands.
"Misha Rook! Misha Rook!" I heard him say, as they bore the body in; and
when they carried it out of the church, he followed, head down. As they
lowered it to the grave he was inconsolable.
"Misha Rook! Misha Rook! I work-a for him fifteen year!"
_A Mayor and His People_
Here is the story of an individual whose political and social example,
if such things are ever worth anything (the moralists to the contrary
notwithstanding), should have been, at the time, of the greatest
importance to every citizen of the United States. Only it was not. Or
was it? Who really knows? Anyway, he and his career are entirely
forgotten by now, and have been these many years.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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