The Bennington banner. [volume] (Bennington, Vt.) 1858-1894, 1890-11-13
POLICE ESPIONAGE IN IRELAND.

1t was in Tipperary few months ago
that a popular pastor, Father Humphreys,
was espied on the street in predica-
ment familiar to members of Parlia-
ment from Ireland-that of being
Swallowed"
Here we understand that word to
mean following by stealth on the part
of detective; but in Ireland the direct
meaning is applied The detectives are
the policemen, and they stick as close to
by his side, keeping step, whilst another
member of the Royal Constabulary
stalks silently behind. He goes into a
parishioner's house; his shadow waits
bp the door. He enters a shop, the
shadows follow, and listens eagerly for
some word which may justify the local
magistrate, according to the frightful
perversion of justice which obtains, in
clapping the father into Jail. If one of
his shadows can entrap him thus, or
still better, if he can be goaded to a
push or a jostle which can be considered
an insult to the sacred profession of
constabularism, he win be promptly
hustled into the bridewell. Meantime
his friends are Watching him from a
window, vastly amused, it is to be feared,
at his plain disgust, for when he stops
to look in a window, the "bobbies"
stop short; when he moves on they step
out. Patrick O'Brien. NJ. p, for Mon
Afghan, is particularly delighted, perhaps
because he has been through so many
scrapes with these same well-set.up fell
lows, where blood flowed, and citizens
were killed outright, that the annoyance
of his Swallowed and reverend friend
seems by contrast a joke. He opens
the window, holding small square box
under his arm. A little swapping noise
sends culver of alarm through dozen
policemen gathered before the house,
and he has bagged three birds at one shot
from his Kodak.
The architect of New Tipperary is not
so cautious as Father Humphreys. He
is big man, and does not relish step
ping aside into the mud when crossing
the street beside three constables stand
ing so that the narrow crossing is blocked.
He brushes through the group, is re-
ported as violent, and lodged in Jail at
hard labor, just to teach him that he
must not build towns in Ireland unless
the landlord asks him to do so. His re-
lease is the result of another amusing
complication, calculated, like all the rest,
to educate the Irish to scorn magis-
si"USo "LIu ldN-SlNSIS, ITOIn Tile queen
down. His case is telegraphed at once
to Westminster, and the Irish members
VOW vengeance. The appropriation bill
is on its way back to the House of Lords,
whence it will soon reach the Queens
hands. All the members have made
their engagements for the vacation, and
no cloud appears on the horizon. The
Parnellites inform the official who takes
the bill on its devious course that thew
propose to delay it. Parliament viii
have to SIT two days more, if not three.
The official turns pale and wrings his
hands. He sees the wrath of his snper-
Tors, and-oh, heavens lin the dim
perspective, the anger of the Queen,
compelled to postpone the retreat to her
beloved Balmoral. What do they want?
An order to the Tory Judiciary in
Ireland to let Mr.. William Gill out of
jail" The official heaves sigh of hap
piness, for what to him is the release of
one man more or less in that remote,
detested quarter of the empire called
lreland9 The bargain is struck, and the
next morningthe big architect of New
Tipperary smokes his cigar triumphantly
IN the faces OF his captors and Judges. |
-Hdrper'S JVeeklU,