The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1896-12-25

A few doors off was circulating
library, kept by man then unknown
to fame, but since notorious as Number
One," of the "Invincible" conspiracy.
r was a handsome, agreeable man,
fond of an argument, and as all my
Eympathies were with the Englishry,
we had many debate on politics. r
never lost his temper, which is more
than can be said for many who do not
kill chief secretaries or blow up kings.
One week in 1856 Dublin was all
Rstir. The heir to the crown of England,
with his beautiful princess, was at the
vice regal lodge, and great function
was to be performed in St. Patrick's
cathedral, in connection with the
princes entry into an Irish order OF
chivalry. T was very indignant at
such "adulation of foreign despot,"
and two days before the ceremony we
grew quite hot-at least did-discuss-
Ing the matter.
''At any rate" | said, "all the Irish
girls are wild about the prince. You'll
find he has not an enemy among them"
eff you will come and take hand at
cards this evening upstairs" said the
irish Guy Fawkes, 81 will show you
beautiful girl who hates the tyrant as
bitterly as l do. And listen, there is a
drop of potheen in the house that never
paid Victoria penny. You are not too
loyal to drink it, hope?"
Loyalty is a good thing, but genuine
Irish whisky (Which, as is well known,
Is utterly spoiled by paying duty is
better. Besides the fair rebel was an
attraction to a youth of nineteen, so l
accepted. had spent several evenings
with T, and am bound to say that
barring his weakness for killing
"tyrants"-he was as agreeable and
courteous a host as ever mixed punch
or shuffled cards.
On this occasion, besides rs wife,
was presented to Miss Ellen Mcguire,
a handsome, black-eyed, red-cheeked
girl, bout two-and-twenty,p picturesque
ly attired in a white evening dress, with
green ribbons and a shamrock brooch.
She spoke with a slight American as
cent running through her native
brogue, and avowed herself Fenian,
anarchist, communist, ETC., with the
most charming e1frontery. Before the
evening ended | was quite fascinated;
and had she offered to administer the
Fenian oath, could hardly have refused.
We were left together for a short time
by our entertainers, when Miss Mcguire
said:
81 am crossing by the mail boat in the
morning, and there is a commission
which l should have done to-day in Dub
lin. Would you do it for me?"
Certainly" I replied; with pleas
ure.''
ST ought to warn you," said this Hi
bernian Delifah, "that you will be break
ing the law of this miserable counthree.
or, rather, that of it's Saxon oppressor.'
1 felt rather uneasy at this. Law
breaking was not in my line, and be-
gan to fear that the beauX yeux of this
siren might lure me on the rocks. How
ever, ], assured her that / was ready
"to mdtalat the gallows for her sake"
(Of course, l should not have risked
my neck for ali the eyes in Ireland, but
one must be polite to lady.)
"Well, tits just this" said the tempt
ress. 81 have a small jar of that stuff
you have been drinkin'," pointing at
the potheen, (which I should have left
at house in York street Will you
take it there early tomorrow"
gave a sigh of relief. No Irishman.
however loyal, minds breaking the ex-
else laws
GAN right" said I; 81 will deliver it
If you will pay me for my trouble in adj
vance. l am not going to break the
law and defraud my gracious queen for
nothing"
She lifted her face to me, and pouted
her red lips.
''Here is my purse" she said; "take
your fee" And took it.
When ! rose to go, Miss Mcguire
slipped away, and met me in the passage
with small bag. T said "Good
night" and absented himself
'sHere it is" said she; mind don't
break it, or drink it. The address is on
this card:
MIR. SANDERSON,
: 10 York street, Second floor 'front.'
It would not do to address contraband
goods"
you only paid some of the price you
.'pro1r ;scd." | whispered.
"You are very GOV etous," she replied,
shut take your full pay, and begone."
d 1t took long time to open the hall
door, but at last l and the bag, which
was terribly heavy, were in the street.
i went to my lodgings to dream of black
i$eyes and black bags.
:. had a season ticket on the railway,
and went in every day, usually carry
ing bag of books. felt rather guilty,
and thought every policeman and porter
looked suspiciously at my burthen.
It's weight forced me to take cab on
my arrival, and was soon conveyed
to York street, narrow thoroughfare
leading from Stephens Green towards
st. Patricl<'s cathedral. Number 10
was a tenement house, whose door
gtood( 5n day and night. ] assembled
to thsAsecond floor, and knocked at the
'front.' BON door. A tall, red-headed
Irish-American, who spoke with nasal
twang, opened it about six inches.
s'Wall, young sir" he said, whats
yer bizness?"
81 was asked by a lady," replied, ito
Oliver this to Mr.. Sanderson. If you
are he, that's my business"
He looked at me and the bag, then,
Selling the latter, said:
Gall right and slammed the door
in my faoe | went of in great wrath.