The Irish standard., 1896-11-07

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| The woman's son came in. and Brought
out of bedroom Il pair of greayes
| marked &c. s. p, 1874 'sThese, sir
he said. twere worn by Master Charles
| in the last cricket match he played as
captain of the Wicklow eleven
! I asked for the greayes to carry them
off as trophy, but they would not be
parted with for love or money. Mary,
the old nurse, was politician, and as
| we came away she said: ''Ah, we'll sir,
lthey thought they could do without
Master Charlie, but look at them now.
Indeed, sir, they are making 4 sorry
ishow OF themselves and the country.
Sure, It's laughing At us everybody is. y
| It was dark when We reached AvondAle,
and my host insisted on my dining be-
| fore taking the train for Dublin. While
! I dined he sat in an armchair peerin g
into the log fire. AS he sat, Thoughtful,
| sad, preoccupied, be recalled to my mind
| a scene witnessed the night before the
declaration of the poll at the Kilkenny
election i'll the winter of 1890.
Charles Stewart Parnell entered a room
! in which l sat alone He quietly shuI the
door, removed his hat and coat and took
a chair before the fire. II wish to be
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! the room but no one else neet come, =
and I took pains that he should not be
disturbed He stopped forward, placing
his elbows on his knees, and mis- face be
tween his hands, and peered into the
FIRE. AT the end of an hour he turned
round with & smile most winning, Dul
inexpressibly sad. There was, too, q look
of physical pain. Resting his check GA
one hand, he said: "We are beaten
They don't think it, but we are. think
you will be surprised when the poll is
declared tomorrow. You will see that
we are we'll beaten Who viii! gain by
beating me? England. They don't see
it. sec it. And yet those men will re-
joice tomorrow because they have won a
victory for England" Then he stood up
anG placed his back to the fireplace "It
will take long time to pull Ireland TO-
ge5her again. But i will pull her to-
gcther. England is not done with me.
Perhaps her next humiliation will be
greater than her last"
John, peering into the fire recalled that
Kilkenny scene. After time he looked
around and said: s:We all say, no Eng
lish alliance Canon MacCartan said
that as strongly as any member Of cur
party, and still we all so on fighting ali
Lux LiluC iy|Cn ui. J)4lOH S1yS ltO
English alliance Do we all mean what
we say? They did not like Canon Mac
Cartan's speech at the convention, bit if
they mean no English alliance they ought
to like his speech. Then, after a long
pause: The people are all right. If the
real question. s1Mn glish or no English al
liance,' was put before tham in q clear
way, no confusion by bringing in any
thing else but just that one question, then
we would know what to do. These alii-
ances with English parties. uf which
many OF us are too fond, are all mis-
take,
The time had now come when I had to
take my leave. MY host accompanied NE
Ito the door, talking all the time or srhSs
matter of unity in his quiet, yesolute,
dogged way. r
He was a lonely picture, all by himself
In that big house. Not a sound to be
heard anywhere. There he stood, collect
ing with great thoughtfulness for me,
some little things which l wished to carry
away as Elementoes of my visit to the
home of parnell At his feet stood the
faithful little terrier, Sport looking up
in the most plaintive and melancholy
way. T
/ stepped into the grounds and shook
my hosts hand, and walked away. had
got q good bit away from the house. when
John Parnell called after ME across the
grass plot in front of the house: tsThink, .
be said, of a plan Of unity-unity among
ourselves, and no alliances outside
l waved my hand adieu, and passed
along toward the nigh road. l stopped at
clunp OF trees to look back at the house
once more, and there still stood John
Parnell at the door, erect, bare headed.
thoughtful, looking out into the night,
thinking of stplan Of unity"