The Birmingham age-herald., 1916-08-20

(the son of Count PlunketO who was shot at Richmond barracks on the morn Ing following his wedding, which had taken place in the night in his cell saw Mrs. Plunkett hurrying across the O'Connell bridge the other day. She IS slim, rather harsh looking young woman with short hair and deepset, dark eyes. She was wearing an extraordi- nary dress, made like a pinafore of saffron yellow silk. trimmed with bands round the hem and on the bodice of em- broidery worked in curious patterns in revolutionary colors, yellow, white and green. Round her thin hips a broad silk scarf in the same colors was twisted and her hat in soft basket straw, of a dull green color, was bound about with a sil5en scarf of white and yellow. She was married in this gown, by the way. She was carrying big portfolio under one arm and looked, as I remarked be- fore, exactly like a certain type of Chel- sea futurist art student. l am told that she is doing her best to get away from Ireland. She wants to come to Amer ica and make money She Is an ar- tist of great ability, and is also a mu- sician of considerable merit. The au. thorities, however, will not grant her a permit to leave Dublin. I was informed by the officer who directed the firing party when Plunkett was shot, that Grace Plunkett on the eve of her wed- ding to the condemned rebel was en- tirely calm and unemotional. She cant to the prison the day after her husband of a few hours had been shot, went into the cell where they had spent the brief hours of their bridal night and gathered together the effects that he had been permitted to have with him, with as calm and matter-of-fact an air as if the oc- currence was quite an ordinary one. She was asked if she mourned his loss and her answer suggested that, while she was sorry, she considered that the cause for which he died was far greater than any sorrow that could be expected from the purely material view of a wife and a widow. She frankly suggests that she wishes to make money to be used for her own ends and that America is the place to make it in. However the military au- thorities keep their eye upon her.
 CHILDREN ARE FILTHY
 To the eye of the observant stranger another feature of Dublin is the enor- nous number of filthy children who wander about the streets all day and far into the night without apparently being under any control whatsoever. They beg continuously and without shame, and they lie about in the streets with an extraordinary confidence in a Providence that undoubtedly seems to watch over them. Priests also are every where They seem to fill most of the second rate hotels in Dublin, and are constantly coming and going through the country. Many of the rooms in these small hotels suggest that they have been especially arranged for the comfort and convenience of the reverend fathers. was shown a bedroom at a semi-private hotel that is almost an example of the kind of apartments that are to be found in many parts of the city. The room was large, quite comfortably furnished but dirty to a degree. On table, against the wall, was an enormous figure of Christ painted in gaudy colors. On one side of the table was a large bottle with a whisky label on it filled with oil to be used for the lamp that hung in front of the statue. The walls were hung with pictures of the Christ and beside the bed was holy water fount that was half full of dirty looking liquid. The ex- traordinary mixture of squale and comfort was amaf1inz to an outsider as I must regard myself.
 CITY IS BEAUTIFUL
 And yet Dublin and its surroundings are so astonishingly beautiful that the knowledge of these dark scars on her heart is dimmed by the exquisite gifts that have been showered upon her by nature. About 12 miles out from Dublin's troubled area begin the ripping rolling giory of the Wicklow mountains and on one of these. that on clear day you can see from the city itself, stands a shattered ruin famous in history as what remains of 'the Hell Fire Club" This club was built and owned something over century ago by a mad Irish gentleman n, Who, among other wildcat schemes de- sired to put to shame the vaunted glory of Cremorne and Vauxhill, which were then in full blast in London, and so he built the Hell Fire club on a rounded summit of the beautiful mountain. He and his associates among the bloods and bucks of Dublin would mount their horses and dash out across the open country and up the great hills to hold vast and awful orgies close to the vault Of heaven. The tales of the Hell Fire club are still handed down among the old generation of Dublins Sports and the tales that are told are not those for n Ecf4