Evening star., 1900-10-06

Of Bishop Potter and the members of the
civic clubs who are to assist him should
inaugurate this campaign against the New
York police, even If the crusade only has
the effect Of making the police temporarily
wary-which, as a matter of fact, is about
the only effect that all such anti-police cru
sades in the past have ever had.
Believe Parnell IL Alive.
There are plenty of Irishmen over here
In New York who take stock In that queer
theory that General De Wet Of the Boer
army Is no less a man than the lamented
Irish parliamentarian, Charles s. Parnell.
Others Of the Irishmen who are not willing
to believe that De Wet is Parnell seem to
be firmly convinced, nevertheless, that Par
nell Is not dead at all. but that he is merely
remaining under cover until satisfactory
opportunity presents itself for him to
again emerge into public life.
Perhaps all Of these queer beliefs with
respect to Parnell owe their origin to the
implicit confidence which Mrs. Parnell, the
mother OF the eminent Irish leader. pos
sessed up to the day of her death that her
son was still alive. The writer interviewed
the aged lady on this subject in Borden
town. N. j., four years ago. About a year
previous to the time of this interview Mrs.
Parnell had been savagely beaten by a
tramp, and there is no doubt that her mind
was affected by this. She was a very fine,
sweet-voiced and sweet-faced old lady then
considerably more than eighty years of
age, and she was naturally very proud of
her renowned son. She talked nationally
on many subjects on the occasion alluded
to, but she expressed her firm conviction
that her son had never died. She said that
ing to his humiliation over the O'Shea af-
fair, and while she did not claim to know
where he was she was absolutely certain
that she would see him again before her
death. She said that she had received au-
thentic reports to the effect that Parnell
had been seen standing over his own grave;
and she showed the writer number of let
ters from friends in Ireland expressing
their confidence that Parnell was still in
the land of the living.
II am fully aware of the fact" said the
charming old lady, that my belief that my
son is still alive subjects me to the sus-
picion that I am not quite right in my
mind My mind is perfectly clear, how
ever. and I know that my boy still lives,
and that he will again take up his work
where he left it off,
A Dangerous Practice.
An eminent New Yorker, who goes to
Europe every year, and sometimes twice a
year. was talking the other day about the
racing game of some of the most notable
of the ocean flyers.
'These races should cease" he said.
'They are dangerous in many ways.
returned on one of the racers a few weeks
ago, and was not the only passenger in
a continual state of alarm from the time
the vessel passed the Lizard until she made
the Hook. There were many men and
women on board, old enough not to ex-
perience pleasure in a dangerous exercise,
who were worried when the steamer logged
on twenty or twenty-five knots an hour
In the fOggy and stormy weather that we
met with from the beginning Of the voyage
l don't believe in steamer racing, and l
know Of many habitual transatlantic voy-
ayers who are careful not to take passage
on the racing steamers There is really no
particular occasion for this racing business
Folks who have the leisure to travel back
and forth between Europe and the United
States don't have to take any account of
an extra day or two required to make the
passage. Six or seven days is plenty rapid
enough for a trip between the two shores,
particularly when the steamers are COM
PEELED to sacrifice SO many Of the elements
of safety for mere speed in accomplishing
swift trips" G. l.. c.