Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-08-11

ana IL may be that the learned Judge Is
studying him as an original. But study
him he certainly does. On Davitt's dark
face rests meanwhile grim smile of salts
faction. 1t may that he is thinking of that
cold night when, with his mother and her
other children, he was driven from a little
cabin that had been his fathers home. to
sleep under the shelter of hedge. Many a
rack-renting Landlord has since wished that
Davitt had died that night, for a bitter
scourge has he proved to them in later
years.
The case goes on. There is some powder
near, so to speak, though no one knows it.
1t soon explodes. Sir Richard Webster
thinks there are important developments
behind the fact that Davitt declines to
divulge certain information wanted by Sir
Richard on the ground that it is the prop
erty of another Sir Richard insists upon
an answer. Davitt remains firm. Sir
Richard appeals to the judges.
A DRAMATIC SCENE.
Then follows dramatic scene, for sud-
denly Davitt draws himself to his full
height, his dark eyes flashing, his face
flushed with emotion. Swinging his single
hand aloft he, with unmistakable sincerity,
asserts that, upon his honor as a man, there
is nothing in the information whatever that
can affect this case other than favorably to
Parnell. He adds that he holds it under
seal of confidence that he cannot and will
not betray. Then, with singular impressive.
ness, in the presence of the commission, he
selemnly conjures the friend in America
who gave him the information, by the
friendship he bears him, TO unseal his lips,
that he may speak and satisfy England and
the world.
There is not so much in the words, but no
one who saw it will soon forget the scene.
Davitt is always earnest, but on this occas-
ion he is dramatic. There is almost an
outbreak in court, but Judge Hannen, after
turning one quick look of admiration on
the witness, sits rigid and stern, and one
! young Irish member, who was about ready
| to explode, sinks back in his seat with
groan.
I'D give ten pound note for one cheer"
he whispers to a friend near him.
A single red wave sweeps over Parnell's
pale face, but he sits quiet. The worried
look that had for moment rested on the
faces of Parnell's counsel gives way to
smiles, and Sir Richard Webster is visibly
annoyed. The spectators now take less in
terest in the proceedings. The climax has
been reached in a melodramatio scene that
interests everyone.
Not much later Parnell, with his fdus
Achates, O'Kelly, make their adieus and
leave as they came. One part of the Irish
leaders days work is done, but it is by no
means over. As he walks through the street
it is noticeable that but few persons salute
him as did the old Irishman in the morning.
In fact, he seems to be little known in Lon
don. Thomas Power O'Connor knows pretty
much everyone, but it has always been Par
nell's plan to shun publicity except when
on the hustings. But few men know where
he lives, or how he lives. O'Kelly and
faN h11to rriu 70 to1I
ing. There are certain places where he can
be seen when he wants, but his private
hauEts and affairs he keeps to himself. So
it is that the
UNCRowNED KING OF IRELAND,
as he is sometimes called, whose reputation
is worldwide. walks the streets of London
than would greet New York Alderman
walking 20 blocks on Broadway.
But this is as he wishes it.
Some time later the Irish leader :: seen
entering the lobby of the House of Com
mons. As he walks through he passes
group of young Tories in evening dress. Two
or three of the group turn their backs upon
him, q couple more stare stolidly at him
through their eyeglasses, and couple of
others nod carelessly as he goes by. He
notices neither the one nor the other, but
on he meets another bunch of Liberals, and
this time is greeted warmly, as he stops for
a moment to exchange shake Of the hand
with another friend, slender, refined man
with thoughtful face set off by carefully |
trimmed side whiskers. He is no other |
than the redoubtabie Arthur j. Balfour, |
Bloody" Balfour, as the Irish call him, |
Home Secretary for Ireland. He is waging |
bitter fight on Parnell and his party, but |
ha v~Ia nd fr11l lxy% 20 +hal
Irish statesman, and the salute Is as pleas
antly returned. These men are too big to
adopt the tactics of the young Tories before |
mentioned. As Parnell is about to enter
the chamber a hand is laid upon his arm;
it is Henry Labouchere this time.
"Come along, Parnell, I've something
good to tell you," he exclaims, pulling the
Irishman along with him. Presently
the latter reappears again with
as much of smile on his face as is ever
seen there, and this time he makes his way
to his seat without further Interruptions.
1t is a quiet night in the House. Few of
the big men are present.
The proceedings are rather monotonous.
One honorable member wants q question
concerning Egypt answered. Another wants
the Home Secretary to give him some in
formation upon q point that no one can see
anything in. Then Tim Healy, who could
not keep still for any great length of time,
starts in to worry Balfour. He wants to
know a good many things that the latter
don't want to tell him and the result is a
skirmish which the House enjoys.
PARNELL IS UP.
Meanwhile Parnell sits with his hat pulled |
over his eyes, seemingly oblivious of all that |
is going on. But he is not, for some time |
later when an honorable member goes out Of |
his way to make a misstatement about him |
he is on his feet in a moment, and with about |
a score of objections upsets the honorable |
gentleman so that he takes his seat and |
keeps it. But even in this short time the |
cry, "Parnell is upl" has gone through the |
lobbies, and members come crowding in, for |
Parnells utterances are OF Importance just |
now. Finding him sitting calm and care
less as before they retire in disgust.
By this time Psrnell is getting tired. He |
regales himself with chop or grilled bone |
and returns to his seat. He does not remain |
long there. The House is practically de- |
serted, although Biggar is still Watching |
his victim. The Irish leader looks at his |
watch, whispers to the member sitting near |
him and with a general salute to all, he |
leaves the House with O'Kelly for his lodg- |
ings, wherever they area matter that is |
mystery even to his friends. The Irish lead |
er's days work is done. It was an easy one,
too compared with some that he has known |
and some that he will know not a great |
while from now.
But these are dull times in England. |
Just wait, however. There is fighting |
enough right ahead to please the most |
pugnacious.