The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1896-12-25
JUST WHAT WAS NEEDED.
An Incident of the Last Visit to This
Country of John E. Redmond.

country OF Onn q. EeCmOnu.
The present visit to this country of
John E. Redmond the Irish Nationalist,
recalls an incident of Mr.. Redmond
last appearance in New York. 1t was
at the time of the serious split in the
Irish parliamentary delegation over the
reelection of Charles Stewart Parnell
to the leadership after his resignation,
which followed the verdict in the suit
growing out OF ParnellS relations with
Mrs. OShea- Four loyal supporters of
Parnell came over together TO do what
they could toward holding together the
ParneIlites in this country. They were
Redmond, O'Connor, O'Kelly and young
Harrison, north of Ireland Protestant,
says the New York Sun. The Parnell-
ties here were so anxious to give them
an enthusiastic welcome that they took
three of them off the steamer at quar-
antine without g, boarding officers per-
NIT, and it cost the steamship company
So 900.
Two or three days after the ENJOYS
landed there was great mass meeting
in the big hall at Cooper Union. The
place was packed. Every person was
there who could get in, the corridors
overlooked and a crowd stood about in
the street. The aisles were so full that
young Captain McCullagh and his so
DOllC0InGI SCill llicIt " plCNC any wv
violent ebullition of enthusiasm were
completely surrounded and utterly
helpless. The only persons in the
whole vast hall who had any room were
the reporters in their little railed-of
enclosure in front of the rostrum.
O'Kelly was speaking. He has very
feeble, throaty, husky voice, and 1t was
only with the greatest difficulty that he
could make himself heard. The vast
still tr-rair
ing forward in the eager effort to catch
the speakers words Not a hand
moved or foot shuffied. O'Kelly was
describing the occurrences of Parnell' S
reelection.
Two hours later" he said, in a voice
but little better than a whisper, but
yet that carried well out over the
heads of the great crowd, two hours
later came a letter from Mr.. Glad
stone"
He leaned over the little desk at
which he was speaking, and waited a
moment until the silence was almost
oppressive.
Il shall never forget the effect of
that letter." he went on
The crowd sat breathless, waiting for
something that should be a signal for
the explosion of pent-up enthusiasm.
From out in the outer corridor there
fioated in under one of the big arches
thin, shrili, piping tenor voice, ex-
claiming:
"Oh, t hell wild i'm
The effect was tremendous; 1t was
electrical With one impulse the great
crowd leaped to its feet and let out one
long, deep-lunged, whole-souled yell.
Then the fun began in earnest. Hats,
muffs, gloves. anything handy, went
sailing up to the ceiling. amid a rafting
fire or short, sharp, barking yells that
was punctuated by the longer. shriller
screams of women. Down in the front
row a little old woman in a little old
fashioned black silk dress had been sit
ting. In her lap she held an old-fash-
toned heavy black umbrella. She threw
it as high up as she could, and, settling
back in her seat, let it fall where it
would, contenting herself with simply
yelling. Captain McCullagh and his po-
licemen were helpless, and it was long
time before there was enough semblanca
of quiet for O'Kelly to go on. Not
again during the meeting was there