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upon their outskirts. Many a desperate
plot was arranged i'm the little curtained
recess al the right end of the room; many
brave boy" left that place TO take
ship for Dublin, bringing secret docu-
ments 10 the "home-leaders," or guns /
for a hoped for rising" There is no
Irishman or "Irish-American" of any
note in the unwritten secret history of
the Green Isle among the early exiles
of As, the Fenian leaders of 81 or the
land-league men of the eighties, that has
not passed into that little recess and talk
ed Ireland to the fumes of "Old Pats"
curious whisky. John O'Mahony Of Chi
cago and New York and John Boyle
OReiliy of Boston, two American journ-
alists and literateurs well known in their
way, insisted that plotting at Pats should
be done as much as possible in Irish, to
safeguard conspira tors against English
spies. Many Americans never suspected
of speaking anything but good UNITED
States" would be convicted of an excel
lent fiuency In Gaelic IL 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-Amerl-
can bar" as one Of the curiosities of
Paris. The first man he saw, at little
table near the door, was Mr.. William
O'Brien, whose shaver hair had not yet
had time to grow since he came out of
prison. where Mr.. Balfour himself 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 mo-
ment, was wanted by the "Balfour Po-
lice" on Coercion writ which had fore
ed the Mayo patriot over the straits. Had
the Briton Ventured a little further he
would have fallen among an asSemblage
of Irishmen, whose principles and plans
would have made his hair stand on end;
men in comparison with whom Mr.. . Brlen
and Mr.. Davitt were as innocent babes
of the revolutionary movement. But Mr.
Balfour stood not upon the order of his
going; he went at once, fleeing in confu-
sion as if his own police were after him.
| "Old Pat laughed 10 his dying day over
Mr.. Balfours comically rueful face on this
occasion.
Another English-speaking bar at which
| conspiracy-of a kind-has been played is
the we'll known house in the Rue de la
| Chaussee D'Antin, where, two or three
via used to hold his highly un-kngiy re,
wells. Milan loved English ale and Scotch
| whisky. When he had imbibed generous
| ly of both in turn he used TO hold forth
with eloquence on his doings and on the
unfilal conduct of his ''usurping SON" and
| called upon all who happened to he there
| to join him in seeing justice done to
| dethroned King and an unhappy father.
| Sometimes he would conclude his iuco-
herent orations with a request for the loan
| of half dollar to go on with. II is a
fact that he often ran absolutely out of
cash through his reckless extravaganza,
though he had a princely allowance from
the private purse of his son, the king as
well as from the Servian House of Par
Lament Lots of people lent" him the
half dollar or the twenty francs he hap
pened to ask for there is always a certain
satisfaction in having King among your
creditors. Milan, of course never paid.
Sometimes, for joke, some one would re-
mind him of the debts Sire, had the
honor OF lending your Majesty half dol
lar last week" The eS-King would draw
himself up with drunken dignity: "Sr,
you forget yourself. Sir. you do not know
to whom you are talking. l am a King.
sir; and a King never borrows money" If
his creditors insisted Milan's wrath was
sublime. He once said to Mr. Clifford Mil
Iage, the correspondent of the London
| Chronicle who was taking rise out OF
his drunken Majesty: "Mllage. YOU have
been my friend l would like to have been
yours; but all is over between us from
this day Thank your fates that | do not
WELD the power of my ancestors. They
would not have suffered this Insult" HE
Majesty sublimely forgot that his grand
father. the first Obrenovitch. had been n
herder bending pigs and cows on the
servian mountain slopes.
That English has. all the same. seen
some real conspiring. Milan was quite Of
ten sober about midday. and Il was In
the lunch room. over the English food he
liked so mudd. that ne met che discon-
tented or disgraced officers and the in
trguing deputies Of the "Sobranje, "
through whose efforts he hoped 20 dispos-
sess his son and revenge himself upon
Queen Natalie
The Grand Cafe on the Boulevard des
Capucincs, just under che Hotel Scribe.
where President Kruger put up during his
triumphant visit 40 Paris. has long been
q house n oull for European chiefs u
'he TranFyaHi Republic. Dr. Leyds. fhe
young aud active BOer plenip0tcrn8ry to
The European Powers. WaH generally %
be- found at thls cafe between 3 ana
O'olork lp shs evenings, when he gsa not
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