Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1897-10-30

| ntical meeting, even in England where the
| best form sanctions heaving half a brick
at the candidate of the other party. In the
| gallery a band fearfully strong in its fife
department screeched weird marching time.
| Finally the leaders ,trailed onto the plat
form. half an hogs late. according to the
vention. the little men at the front and the
| big ones bringing> up the rear with the
usual eye to theatrical effect so that the
applause could work its way up to
climax. OF course. the delegates jumped
| up en- masse and beat with their sticks on
| the floor, churning the air with their hats,
and the leaders bowed and Mr.. Redmond
pounded for order in a deprecatory way
| up to this point the convention might have
| been American, English or any other brand
Secretary and committees were appointed
perfunctorily and then Redmond stepped
| to the front for the Introductory speech.
The fun was evidently about to begin.
| All the delegates bent forward with flash
ing eyes, like a pack of hounds ready to
| spring for the fox. He thanked them for
| their fattering support In the past, did Mr.
Redmond, and hoping in the future to con-
tinue to merit. &C., &c. Unity was his
her sons forgot their unhappy differences
| and Joined hands against their common
foe.
"For Untty-Butw
Il have always been for unity, for har-
mony, for reconciliation But before will
| ever consent to walk into the same room
| with those traitors to Ireland, those betray-
ers OF our cause, Dillon, and 1Iealy, and"
| The firebrand whizzed right into the heart
| of a powder magazine. The explosion was
terrific Eight hundred Irishmen seemed
| to climb bodily into the air shrieking ore
composite anathema.
Villains! Murderers! Traitors! Assas-
| sins! Rebels!" were some. of the distin-
guishable epithets, mingled with curses,
| strange, weird and terrifying The riot
| continued for measurable minutes, and
| after it's first fury had been spent Michael
| McGrath still danced DIP and down BRAN
| dishing his biackthorn menacingly and bel
| lowing mingled shout and sob, Down
| EN-, l say! Down EN-! Down emf! until
six strong men fastened upon the tails of
| his broadcloth and dragged him down. still
| struggling to articuiate.
| All for Harmony.
This sounded the keynote of the conven-
| ton, Irish politics are like American The
democratic party has two factions giving
| the same cry for harmony, and so has the
populist. Every speaker was Tor recon-
Citation, and unity the dearest wish of his
| heart, but sooner should his good right
| arm be severed from his body than eX-
| tended to clasp the hands of assassins and
| scorpions. Scorpions was most popular and
| should be adopted by Blackburn of Ken
| lucky. Every speaker dealt olc harsh adj
| jectives to England, tyrant and robber and
| plunderer, which excited yells of derisive
anger and hatred. and having churned his
| emotions into good working rage over the
| wrongs of Ireland he came to mention the
| unspeakable. the abomination of desoa ton,
| the Healyites and thereby instantly ex-
| plcded a mine of adjeCtives.
| There were no dull moments Twenty
| speakers were en- their feet at once, shout
| lag for hearing. and even Mr.. Reed would
| have found here deliberative body beyond
| control of his gavel. But not John Red
| mOnO. He had a definite n,
and the way he rode the storm and piloted
| his resolutions through was most beautiful
| to witness.
| MIR. Kenna Is recognized" ne would
| shout. sit down, Mr.. Brady. 1 say sit
down. Be quiet, Mr. Maloney. 1 will hear
you next Mr.. o,Bricn. and then comes
| thai man from SligoNI don't know your
name-and Mr.. Keane shall have his turn"
Whereupon the friends OF Mr.. Kenna
| and Mr. Brady, Mr.. &p'Brien and Mr.. Keane
would descend upon them, and, partly by
them into. their seats, and also the COL
| leagues of the man from Sligo, who died
| hard, protesting, my. names Reilly and
| yes ought to know it," until ne was
| smothered. III
His Heart Was All Right
The lucky delegateIw who had the floor
was trying to. talk, while another patriot
standing on char insthe rear of the hall
was yelling. II must be heard! I must be
l
posse was about to drag him to the door,
| when Redmond discovered their purpose
| Don't put that man out" he called.
IT'S only his brain that's excited his
| hearts all right"
Such logic saved the disturber but Red
| ii.ond was soon forced to intervene in the
| case of a front seat delegate who delivered
himself of wild. inarticuiate Yell at fire.
| quent intervals. Constant rubbing will wear
| away stone, and the charman's federation
| was becoming strained. He turned appeal
| lngiy to his lieutenant to inquire, Pat
| So Pat O'Brien On. P) trotted down to
blowing Mr.. Leahy with an arm around
MS shoulder, and Mr.. Leahy could be heard
promising, Il will thot. so I will. 1 will
thot." But Mr.. Leahy's enthusiasm over
came his good resolutions, for whenever an
| orator spoke the magic name, Ireland"
Mr.. Leahy would straighten himself emit
one roof-rafsing shout. "Twinty-two colln-
ties!' then relapse into his meditations,
| only to be touched off again by the next
| mention of Ireland, that the entire pro-
gram was punctuated by that strong lung
countless
Like at the Capitol.
There was another free lance who de-
| sired to drag in some matter of which
| Redmond disapproved. He was a tall, thin
man, with a club, which he brandished to
| get recognition, until he had cleared elbow
| room for himself. The nature of his pro
| pcsal no one ever learned. He was on his
| feet two or three times during every
| speech, and continuously between speeches,
| but he was more dccile than his COM
patriots and never got farther than II
| hold in me hand" when he would be
| squelcaed with, Not now; not now. Mr.
| Clomel Of Cork has something to say"
Just as Soea ker Reed would pull up Mr.
| Dfngley for a motion to adjourn when
| some one tried to throw Cuban resolution
| into the ring.
| The persistent delegate may be holding
his paper in his hand yet. Mr.. Redmond
| had prepared certain resolutions express
| ing the free and untrammeled will of the
people of Ireland. These resolutions, and
| no others, were adopted.
SO the fun rolled with GASES Of cohe-
rent talk in desert of shoutings. Orators
seldom spoke to the particular question
before the meeting. Some resolution
would be read, several delegates would
| fight their way to a hearing with out
| bursts on English oppression and the I'M
| falling denuncation of the other faction,
| which alone blocked the way to the union
| of patriots. and their hearers were usually
| SO swept away by their emotions that the
end of the speech was deluged under
frenzy of excitement The quality of the
| talk was pOOd apd 40 shas nf Jrisb