The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1901-03-11

ceeding singularly. The three powers
are finding it increasingly hard TO as
simulate their reluctant Polish sub
jects. Wherever there are a few thou
sand Poles in a town the administra-
ton rapidly falls into their hands and
/ the local acts are couched in the
Polish language. The Paris committee
of the Sons of Koscziusko," which
meets weekly at the Cafe Napolitain,
is making the digestion of their cOun-
trymen increasingly difficult to every
power that controls concentrated
Polish population.
Hundreds of Americans know every
corner of a certain long. low-roofed
bar room within a stones throw of the
fashionable and stately Church of the
Madeleine. This is -'Old Pats" though
Pat Reynolds himself is now dead
Pats" was the rendezvous of extreme
Irish revolutionists, Fenians, Gamma
Gael men, and mem bers of all kinds of
desperate little societies that split off
from these or hung on upon their out
skirts. Many desperate plot was ar
ranged in the little curtained recess at
the right end of the room; many a
brave boy" left that place to take
ship for Dublin. bringing secret docu-
ments to the "home-leaders." or guns
for hOped-for rising" There is no
IriShman or ''Irish-AmeTican' of any
note in the unwritten secret history of
the Green Isle, among the early exiles
Ol go the + elijah lSduGTS OF TOf OF the
land league men of the G0'S, that has
not passed into that little recess and
talked Ireland to the fumes of "Old
Pats curious whisky. John O'Mahony
of Chicago and New York, and John
Boyle O'Reilly of Boston, two Ameri-
can journalists and literateurS well
known in their day, insisted that plot
ting at Pats should be done as much
as possible in Irish, to safeguard con-
spirators against English spies Many
Americans never suspected of speaking
anything but good United States"
would be convicted of an excellent
fiuency in Gaelic if those walls were
monographs.
There was a curious scene at "Old
Pats" several years ago. Mr.. Arthur
Balfour, the nephew of Lord Salisbury,
who was then the incarnation in the
Emerald Isle of the rigid, represSive
measures of England, and was held in
murderous detestatiOn by the people,
was once brought to visit the Irish
American bar" as one of the curioSities
of Paris. The first man he saw, at a
little table near the door. was Mr.. VIII
liam O'Brien, whose shaver hair had
not yet had time to grow since he came
out of prison, where Mr. Balfour him
self had sent him under the coercion
act. The English visitor made hasty
salute and passed along. At a LITTLE
distance down the room he nearly fell
into the arms of Mr. Michael Davitt
who, at the very moment. was wanted
by the "Balfour police" on a coercion
writ, which had forced the Mayo pa
triot over the straits Had the Briton
ventured a little further he would have
fallen among an assemblage of Irish
men, whose principles and plans would
have made his hair stand on end; men
in comparison with whom Mr. O'Brien
and Mr. Davitt were as innocent ba bes
of the revolutionary movement. But
Mr.. Balfour stood not upon the order
of his going; he went at once, fleeing
in confusion as if his own police We're
after him. "Old Pat" laughed to his