The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-10-05
LIVES AS A RECLUSE.
The Door Of Mrs. ParRGlI'S House
Rarely Open.

nected With the Sudden and Final
Illness-Last Letter of the Leader.
1t Was Addressed to His Mother,
and in a Hopeful strain-Orlgin of
the Rumors of Suicide.
From the Pittsburg Dispatch.
Mrs. Charles Stewart Parnel still lives
in the house where her husband died.
Brighton is one of the most delightful
watering places in Europe. Fast trains
leave Victoria and London Bridge sta
tiOns, London, at convenient hours, and
make the tfty-six mile run to Brighton in
sixty minutes.
At Brighton Parnell found entire rest
from the anxieties of his leadership, and
cool relief from the annoyances of his enc
mics. 1t is charming spot to forget the
heat and turmoil of the city. There are
narrow streets lined with quaint build
ings, bearing queer signs, streets that
| turn ineXplicable corners, and others that
just as suddenly stop short against a
misplaced house, whose presence in that
| particular spot is just as inexp1icable as
the presence of the corners that seemed
designed only to lure one into "blind al
ley d"
Along the water front the parade,
where the waves of the channel wash
upon beach composed of boulders and
pebbles, the real life and gayety of the
| city is seen. Pretentious hotels, the
Metropole and Grand, rise twelve and fif-
teen stories into the air, every room
crowded with fashionable pilgrims from
the cities of England. and singularly
enough the winter months here are the
most popular and the most sought.
GREEN FIELDS AID GREEN WATERS
Passing along the broad macadamized
road that runs the length of the bluff
overlooking the beach, hotels, private
! dwellings, inviting squares surrounded
| by aristocratic residences are gradually
| left behind, and the very last row Of
| buildings in the limits of the city, beyond
which one sees only an extent of green
| fields on one side and green waters GU
the other, is Walsingham TER ace
The terrace is row Of eleven private
houses in light stone, No. / being at the
end nearest the city and No. ii looking
out upon the open country beyond. They
| are four stories and miniature mansard
roof above the English Easements before
the parlor floor of the entire row is an
| extension window running continuously
from one end to the other of the block
1t was in the corner room of the
last house on the parlor floor, his bed
drawn near the window, that he might
look upon the calm waters of the English
Channel that Parnell died on Oct. Z,
| 1891.
Mrs, Panell has remained there ever
| since She was confined to her bed Seri-
Ously, even dangerously i'll until the first
| of November following. The house has
every appearance of being empty, its
| windows are closed, its outer door bolted
and very seldom, indeed, is any person
seen to enter, or to leave.
ONLY EVIDENCE OF LIFE.
The only evidence of life is in the ex-
| tension where the shades are generally
drawn and pretty box of flowers is dis
| closed The houses at the best in Wal
! singham Terrace have not an inviting APP
| pearance, but that occupied by Mrs Par
nell is, perhaps the most somber of all.
| The household of Mrs. Parnell consists of
three female servants, a cOachman, four
| horses, two dogs, and, il it is permissible
| to inclnde, two carriages.
The servants never pass through the
| front door, and it is doubtful if it is opened
once a week. Mrs. Parnell herself never
walks upon the street, and once every
fortnight she drives out in her carriage,
generally upon such occasions going up
the front as far as the town of South
| wick, about four miles distant turning
| into a back country road, and then along
the front again to her own house. where
she is lost to sight for another two weeks.
This has been the nature of the widows
life since the death of Parnel. She has
no amusements. no diversions, enters into
none Of the social incidents of the neigh
bors, seems to be, and authentic report
| says is, heart-broken and incOnsolable
over the loss of The man she really loved,
| and with whom she hoped to cOnsecrate
her life.
| MEMENTOs OF THE LEADER.
The interior of the house is filled with
mementos of the dead leader. His hat
| and coat hang upon the hall rack where
he last placed them, his desk is open, and
the papers he handled and laid there just
| before he died are still in the same spot
| an Irish newspaper carelessly thrust by
him into his coat pocket as he entered his
| house on that memorable night of Oct. 3,
! 1891, when he returned from Dublin and
contracted a cold crossing the Irish Sea
that four DAYS later resulted in his death.
His cane is where he stood it, his shoes
are where he threw them, his coat and
| vest hang on their accustomed hOok-ev-
| erythng, with one exception, is as 1t was
the last night Of his life.
The one addition that has been made
| is a letter framed and hung on the wall
beside the desk 1t is brief writing,
that is all, but it has a most interesting
/
1t is a note written by Parnell to his
! mother, Della Stewart Parnel, at Bor-
dentown. n. j., and sent bylhim to her only
I two days before his death. In the then
! condition of his mind be misdirected the
envelope and few days after bis death
/ it was returned to his widow for better
address, and she framed it and has kept
/ it as his last writing The letter reads:
! 81 am weary, dear mother, Of these
I troubles, weary unto death, but it is all
| in a good cause. and with help and the
assistance Of my friends am confident Of
| the result. The statements of my enc
mics $50 often made regarding my re-
lations with you are on par with the
/ endless calumniCs they shoot out at me
! from every bush Let them pass; they
/ viii die from their own venom. Indeed
/ 70 would be Identifying them % notice
/ their existence
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