New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1920-04-11
Week Abroad -News of Developments in Europe

drove me from the railway station and
told me about his little girl and his cold
woman" is an INSCRIPTIONS rebel who
would snipe British soldiers with the
greatest of fiendish pleasure. Yet he
is the hero Of the following incident:
Dublin Castle, seat Of British govern
ment in Ireland, is about mile from
the Gresham Hotel. An Englishman,
apparently in hurry, dashed out of the
hotel and thus hailed our friend:
Drive me to Dublin Castle"
T'll be if l WILL" retorted the
jarvey, throwing down his reins, and
alter his mind.
Oppression Not Apparent
From afar. it is easier to picture E rim,
grief-torn, oppressed, murderously re-
belllous, overhung with black clouds, the
volcanic fires of revolution smoldering
close to the troubled surface. But come
to Ireland and see the people and their
daily life; their grief seems but
tive soul which is the heritage of every
son Of Erin <has any one said: "A con-
tented Ireland would be an Ireland
dumb"?); the terrible English oppres-
sion is nowhere apparent; the rebel
lious mood seems more the product of
Irish imagination and spirits the black
clouds show their silver Innings, and the
volcanic rumblings grow fainter and
fainter.
There is far less talk of an Irish re-
bellion in Ireland to-day than in En-
gland.
1t would be absurd to suggest that
Irish people, outside of Ulster, are
satisfied with things as they are to-day.
But what Is fact is that Ireland
manages to put up with her own short
comings, irresponsible sons, Castle
rule, and get along rather we'll at che
same time.
An Irish woman was returning to her
home in the suburbs shortly before
midnight one night last week, when she
heard footsteps behind her. She quick
ened her pace, for the way was both
dark and lonely; her pursucr came on
almost at run, reaching q ligh~ Nd
spot, she slowed down, hoping whoe~ er
was following her would pass by, but
him cut, slowed down as we'll.
Beaten Into Unconsciousness
No coward, the woman decided to
sell her life and worldly goods a. dearly
as possible; she carried q stout UNI
brella, and with this as a weapon she
turned upon the man, struck him
terrible blow over the head which
stunned him and then, selling his hair
firmly, dragged him to the ground and
beat his head against the rocky pave
ment until he lay unconscious and un-
resisting: Th-n she made her way
home; telling no one of the &C.
cident save her Immediate FAM
ny, the nearest neighbors, and
the reporter for the local paper
who was also correspondent for an En-
glish daily. The next morning She
went to the police barracks to report
the inaidont. But there before her was
a nice, elderly gentleman, his arm in
sling, one eye bandaged, his gray hairs
replaced here and there with court
plaster, telling, in the presence of the
inevitable reporter, a tale of how. on
the preceding evening, he was sud
denly set upon and beaten into uncon-
sciousness by footpad dressed as n
woman.
There was laughter that day in the
little Dublin suburb.
Of course, not all the tragedies and
outrages daily reported from and as
occurring in Ireland are as harmless as
these. There are those terrible affairs.
the assaults upon police barracks bv
hundreds of armed men. when thousands