The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1889-06-19

a martial burst OF melody as will make the |
rocks tremble on Knockmealdown mount |
aims; and if ne doesn't ever after acknowl-
edge it the proudest moment OF his life, |
may freedom never come to old Ireland ]"
The eventful Thursday came and nearly |
all the inhabitants of northern county |
Cork with it. The little streets, away out |
countryward were soon filled with We !
hicles of every description, from the pros |
porous BRIDESMAIDS outside car to the |
bone-breaking donkey-butt OF the petit
coated hillside farmer Shanbally was
suddenly stormed, overfowed and alto
gether surrounded by several thousand
people, Even hated rival Ballyheen was
all there this day, with raised eyebrows
and pursed lips, scornfully mindful of
ShanbaIly's sudden glory. But Shanbal- !
Tvs folk themselves were wild with
pride entirely. In the midst of all, Ned
Hobson, chairman and grand marshal,
with glowing and confident face, was
giving his final orders for the dispo-
sition of the unusual musical contin-
gent. But now an unexpected difficulty !
arose. Three of the four bands were of
very recent origin. Each played one tune
only, but that one with all their lungs and |
loyalty. By doing more than Justice to
the one melody, they thus escaped criti- |
cism on the grounds OF diversity. They
could not all play together without more |
or less confusion. That was certain.
Which band should take precedence?
Mr.. Connors, of the "Fermoy Trumpet |
ers, with great feeling asserted that to |
hear his 'byes play The Wind That |
Shakes the Barley is a trate not often ex-
perienced, and that he could not consent |
to performing before public whose feel |
ings had already been lacerated by the |
'DOnerail Minstrels" in raid upon 1.-The |
Night Before Larry Was Stretched" Nor |
would the "Mallow Beethovens" for a |
moment consider standing in the shade of |
the ''Kilfnane Serenaders." Dismay and |
ruin stared Shanbally in the face, until |
in a burst of desperation Hobson
shouted: "Well, then, all play to-
gether and be damned to you "a |
suggestion accepted by all parties with |
outward manifestations OF satisfaction, |
and inward determinations on the part OF
each band as they marched to their rem
devious, to play the other out of county |
Cork altogether; as evidenced by such !
whispered significant remarks as that of
"Doneraie's" big drum to his companion
of the cornet: CAV the inds only sthand,
Tim darlin', 'NIallow' won't be in it this
blessed day.
Scarcely had the musical force been
planted in the ditch, where to the last
minute a score or so of its members pro- |
tested loudly that their brogues were 'all |
under wather," when a small urchin,
acting as a lookout in tree-top near the
ambush, announced the approach OF the
distinguished party, the priests frisky
horse ''sthepping like major"
"Now then" exclaimed Hobson to his
men; down out of sight, every mothers
son of YOU. And when | give you the
word, Now. bows ? let 'em have it with
will, for the sake OF old Ireland"
Calamity the cars rolled along. Father
Grady in his best hat and coat and large
sprig of shamrock in his button-hole,
driving the liberator, closely followed by
the cars of the proud committee. Great
were the cheers that went up from the
thousands massed along the road, hang
ing in the trees, perched upon the walls,
piled into vehicles and swarIning upon
the house-tops along the way. 1t was
proud moment for Father Grady, for Ned
Hobson, for triumphant Shanbally.
Thus, Mr.. Parnell," said Father Grady
with beaming face and gesture of pride
toward the enthusiastic people, thus it is
that we wel-V
Now. boysp' roared Ned Hobson from
the top of the wall.
Father Grady's sentence was never fin
ished The four bands split the air with a
thunderbolt of discord. The priests skit-
fish horse fairly squatted and quivered.
ParneH became a trife pale, and turned
to Father Grady as if in inquiry. But
there was no time for explanation. The
horse rose upon his hind legs and
pirouetted for an instant. The bands
blared and Numbered louder than ever.
Crazed with fear, the animal took the bits
and the road with famous leap. Away
went horse, swaying and banging car, the
priest and Jrelands liberator like flash
OF light down through village street, up
the ringing road, and on and on, faster
and faster, finally disappearing in a cloud
of dust far out on the old Dublin highway
For moment the people were speeches..
Then realizing that the enthusiastic
musicians, who were still at it in the
ditch with might and main, play
ing as never before or since for
the appalling fasco, they set upon
the innocent performers with cries OF,
STEAMERS We are, that have drummed the
great Parnell out OF town enthirely" and
drove them, big drum, little drum and
trumpet, like scattered tiocks of sheep,
from the town of Shanbally forever. 1t is
related that the spirited animal never
stopped running until Caher, half way
across county Tipperary, was reached.
Father Grady was not seen until the next
Sundays mass, the biggest for the same
ever celebrated in Shanbally. Mr.. Par
nell got back to Dublin without an accom-
panying deputation. But neither the
great Irish leader nor the wicked Ned
Hobson, who escaped somehow in the
melee following the sudden disappearance
OF the peoples idol. for varying and vari-
GUS reasons, have ever since been seen by
the loyal and waiting Irishmen of Shan
ballymore.
The late Douglas Pyne, M. p, for West
Waterford, one of the most lovable of
men, as l knew from personal acquaint-
ance, in the fall of 1887 threw the whole
United Kingdom and a part of America
into roars of laughter, from his odd and
characteristically Irish mode of avoiding
arrest for upward of three months, with
the police, soldiery and warrant liter
ally under his very nose. The "seditious
offenses" which had brought the law upon
him consisted in tunneling from his own
land to the house of a neighboring tenant
undergoing siege for eviction, and in this
novel manner supplying him now and
then in his dilemma with courage and
comfort in the form OF an odd bottle of
whisky and a snug hamper of victuals
cooked by good Mrs. Pyne herself. Mr..
Pyne was considerable of wag, and as it
o.