Morning journal and courier., 1889-06-15

band of music had been secured. There
 were the eye and the ear done for. Parnell himself, Father Grady and other illustrious patriots, would take care of the heart. For the inner man, as fine cold collation. as one would joy to see, with rousing barrel of whiskey to keep it company. would be set in Mike Hennessey's barn.
 stBut, ye blackguards,' said Ned with a
 fine seorn betokening intimate acquaintance with his old friends, ''it's an elegant lock I'll keep on that same, so that yell not be soft before the ceremonies begin. Father Grady'll head the committee in his new car with his prancing nag, and bring Parnell, in real Dublin style, from the station to Shan bally. But it's needless Pm telling you that to have the grand coup thoroughly effective it must be surprise entirely. So instead of having the bands in full view of our guest, as is customary, we've decided to ambush them in the great ditch on each side of the road, behind the walls on the top of the hill, where Parnell will enter the town. Then, as the immortal iberator is being slowly driven between the concealed hosts of musicians, he will be greeted with such 8 martial burst of melody as will make the rocks tremble on KnockmealdoWn noun 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 ooun- tryward, were soon filled with vehicles of every description, from the prosperous tradesman's outside car to the bone breaking donkey-butt of the petticoated hillside far
 mer. Shanbally was suddenly stormed, overfowed and altogether surrounded by several thousand people: Even hated rival .Ballyheen was all there this day, with raised eyebrows and purssd lips, soornfully mind ful of Shanbally's sudden glory. But Shan
 bally's folk themselves were wild with pride entirely. In the midst of all Ned Hobson, chairman and grand marshal, with a glowing
 and confident face, was giving his final or ders for the disposition of the unusual musi-
 cal contingent. 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 jus,
 tice to the one melody, they thus escaped criticism on the grounds of diversity. They could not all play together without more or
 less confusion. That was certain. Which
 band should take precedences Mir. Connors, of the "Fermoy Trumpeters," with great feeling asserted that to hear his "byes play 'The Wind That Shakes the Barley is g
 trate not often experienced" and that he could not consent to performing before g public whose feelings had already been lace rated by the ''Doneratle Minstrels'' in raid upon "The Night Before Larry was Stretched" Nor would the "Mallow Bee, thovens" for a moment consider standing 1T the shade of the "Kil6nane Serenaders.' Dismay and ruin stared Shanbslly in the face, until in burst of desperation Hobsor shouted, "Well, then, all play together and be damned to you!'-a suggestion accepted by all parties with outward manifestations of satisfaction, and inward determination on the part of each band as they marched te their rendezvous, to play the other out ot county Cork altogether; as evidenced by such whispered significant remarks as that of "Donerailes" big drum to his companion of the cornet: "Av the inds only sthand Tim darlin', 'Mallow' won't be in it this blessed dayl"
 Scarcely had the musical force been plant ed in the ditch, where to the last minute 6 score or so of it's members protested loudly that their brogues were ''all under wather, when 8 small urchin, acting as lookout in tree-top near the ambush, announced the approach of the distinguished party. the priests frisky horse "sthepping like ma jor."
 0Now then," exclaimed Hobson to his men; ''down out of sight, every mothers son of you. Aud when give you the word Now, boys!' let lem have it with @ will, fol ' the sake of old Irelandl"
 Gallantly the cars rolled along, Grady 1T his best hal and coat and largo spring o shamrock in his button hole, driving the lib orator, closely followed by the cars of tht 1 proud committee. Great were the cheers | that went up from the thousands massed l along the road, hanging in the trees, percheo upon the walls, piled into vehicles and swarming upon the house tops along tho way. It was 8 proud moment for Father Grady, for Ned Hobson, for triumphant Shanbally.
 ssThus, MT. Parnell," said Father Grady with beaming face and gesture of pride ! towards the enthusiastic people, thus it ii | that we well"
 "Now, boysl" roared Ned Hobson iron | the top of the wall.
 Father Grady's sentence was never fin { ished. The four bands split the air with \ thunderbolt of discord. The priests skit | tish harse fairly squatted and quivered | Parnell became trihe pale and turned t' was no time for explanations. The hors \ rose upon his hind legs and pirouetted for al | instant The bands blared and thunderet \ louder than ever. Crazed with fear, the an \ imal took the bits and the road with ia ! nous leap. Away went the horse, sway1nl
 and banging the car, the priest and Ireland, liberator, like flash of light down througf the village street, up the ringing road, ant on and on, faster and faster, finally disap | bearing in a cloud of dust far out on the ok l Dublin highway. For moment the people
 were speechless. Then realizing that the en thusiastic musicians, who were still at 1t Il
 the ditch with might and main, playing 8 never before or since for local honors, wer the cause of the appalling 6asco, they Sc upon the innocent performers with cries of
 "Shamers ye are, that have drummed tn
 great Parnell out of town enthirelyf" an
 drove them, big drum, little drum and trun ! pet like scattered 6ocks of sheep, from tn
 town of Shanbally forever. It is relate
 that the spirited animal never stopped TUT
 ' rntiI Cohor half xyav acroaa r0unt
 Tipperary, was reached. Father Grady WE
 ! not seen until the next Sundays mass, th
 ! biggest for the same ever celebrated in ShaI
 l bally Mir. Parnell got back to Dublin witt
 out an accompanying deputation. But nei
 ther the great Irish leader, nor the wioke
 melee following the sudden disappearance (
 the peoples idol, for varying and variot
 | reasons, have ever since been seen by u loyal and waiting lrishmen of Shanbally , l more.
 The late Douglas Pyne, II. F., for We Waterford, one of the most lovable of mel as knew from personal acquaintance, in u :; fall of 1887 threw the whole United Kins r dom and part of America into roars
 | laughter from his odd and characteristicall l l Irish mode of avoiding arrest for upwards 1 three months, with the police, soldiery ar 1 a warrant literally under his very nose. IT 3 I ssseditious offenses" which had brought u law upon HUI COHslStcu III LuauclLlAS kAO . his own land to the house of 8 neighboril l tenant undergoing siege for eviction, and } l this novel manner supplying him now al 8 then in his dilemma with courage and col t l fort in the form of an old bottle of whiske !, and snug hamper of victuals cooked ! good Mrs. Pyne herself. Mir. Pyne was co 3 siderable of wag, and as 1t was Oetob l, 1 when he was ''summonsed," his crops we 8 all in, and as Parliament did not meet un 0 January. he decided to employ the interve j. ing time in having little fun with the mi !, ions Of the law. His place was at the ed ? of the old town of Tallow, on the shores t the murmurous Bride just above it's conf @ ence with the Blackwater. He was a tenaI
 as were all the farmers about him, but : q place was an important holding; and @ home was one of those old and now alme . afsolate mansions of the Irish gentlemen s half century ago. Not stones thre h from the mansion stood the ruins of the cs