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A shrill whistle smote the silence, and a moment later a fireengine dashed madly down the street, followed by a hook-andladder, a hose-cart and the insurance patrol.
" Tis an awful calamity," gasped Mrs. Brannigan, who had thrown a shawl over her head and hastened over to break the news to her neighbor and crony, Mrs. Lannigan. "They do say that two hospitals, three facthories, four bakeries, five churches, fifteen houses an' two solid business blocks are burnin' up."
"Oh, an' is that all?" commented Mrs. Lannigan. "I was afraid it was the emotion pitcher theayter. "
"No," said Mrs. Brannigan, with a sigh of relief, ' ' thank hiven it is not as bad as that."
"Fires do be a dreadful thing," Mrs. Lannigan observed. "I raymimber well the lasht time Moike Lannigan was fired ; we lived on dry bread dipped in watther till he got another job. An' tho we didn't have a fire in the house, I was kept in hot watther ivry moment av the time by the landlord."
"Let's go over and see it," suggested Mrs. Brannigan, as she watched the crowd rushing in pursuit of the fleeing engines.
' ' Ah, go along with ye ! " exclaimed Mrs. Lannigan. "Phwy do ye want to waste your time on a little dinky affair, whin ye can see somethin' betther than that anny day on the screams ? ' '
"That's so," Mrs. Brannigan agreed readily. "I hadn't thot av thot. Have ye seen 'Scandal' yet?"
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"Naw, I haven't," Mrs. Lannigan replied, ' ' but it 's not me thot 's worryin'. I can hear Annie Kelly 'most any time."
"Just see the paple runnin'!" Mrs. Brannigan exclaimed. "It must be an awful fire!"
"It must," Mrs. Lannigan agreed. "But did ye see the awful fire they had in that Essanay fillum? — for me loife I cant think of the name, but 'twas somethin' about huntin' a man. ' '
"Naw, I dont raymimber that; but I seen Harry what's his name? Sofa? Naw. Lounge? Naw. Settee? Naw, that aint it ayther. Oh, yis, Davenport, that's it. I knew it was some kind av parlor furniture. I saw Harry Davenport an' Rose Toppy in a Vittagraft play that was writ wid wan hand tied behind him, by Roy McCoddle. There was sure some fire in that! Jaw bribed a haygur cook to fake a configuration, as Father Mulcahey wud calk it, an' then portended to rescue his wife an' two childer, makin' thim belave he was a hero. An' thin it was she said she'd niver go thru his pockets agin, an' sent away for a Carnaggy metal for him."
"Have ye seen Mary Pickfoot in 'Rags'?" Mrs. Lannigan asked.
"If it's the Infamous Player you're spakin' of," Mrs. Brannigan replied, " 'tis always swell she's been dressed when I've seen her. But ye should have seen 'The Country Gyurl' — that was illegant! 'Twas a Simp fillum belongin' to the Universalist Company, wid the scenery by Dwight Claveland, the protection