The Washington times., 1920-12-15
4 Wom,an's Crucifrfoa.
BY MADELEINE z. DOTY.

3 ~. ,t.- BY MADELEINE T. DOTY
at was my business in life to look after him, and
so it hard to him get weaker and weaker and do
nothing In these words Muriel McSwney revealed her
conception of woman's duty and her suffering
She is a slender little with proud young
face Her manner is that Of child Every man longs
to protect her. She is mans woman. Her eyes
blue Her hair is parted in the middle, braided tightly
and wound in coils at the side of her head Her fea
lures are clear cut and beautiful. She is the young
Madonna ..
She knows nothing Of politics and world affairs
Her husband her ALL to him her whole object
Every man who sees her envies the husband. No matter
what his beliefs about Ireland he wants to fight for
Murie McSwiney At the hearing in Washington
conditions in Ireland she brought tears to the OF
Senators and reporters
It is incredible that such child could have gone
through so much. Muriel's father was rich mana
distler. Because comfortable she said,
ny parents formally content with things as they
were. But the children of the rich always rpub-
can"
Muriel was no exception. Somehow she met Terence
McSwiney. That settled it. When asked what he looked
like she replied "He tall and dark and then with
IL naive little SMILE "I thought he very good look
ing"
It was in Easter week, 1916, that Terence first
arrested There charge against him, but he with
many others, sent to English prison Murie Nc
Swiney followed him. She went to look after the PRISON
ers At Christmas they were let out for month"; but
were back again in February 1917.
eve weren't engaged then; only friends" explained
Mrs. Mcswiney, "but knew how felt, and think he
felt the same.'
Again she went to England. On March g. 1917
while Terence was still in prison, they became engaged
In June they were married in the English prison camp
by an Irish priest.
little later release came and the bridegroom few
10 Ireland and to his young bride. Then three
golden months Of honeymoon the only bright in
Mure's life They went into the country the fairyand
of Ireland where the old folks have in
tact with anything modern and don't yet know the
English language.
But the happiness brief for in November
Terence again in prison. This time for wearing the
Irish uniform. He allowed out at Christmas.
ut was,' said Mrs. McSwiney,' the only Christmas
] ever had with him."
In January 1919, he was back in Jail This time in
Dundalk, Ireland
Thither the little wife went Spring came, and the
babys arrival drew The father wanted his child
born in Cork. So Muriel went home. When tho baby
was six weeks old the faithful wife returned.
every day took the baby to prison to her
father He loved her so If he could have acted accord
ing to his inclnatons, he would always have stayed
home with u.s.
But even the joy of prison visits was not to last
Terence depored to England and imprisoned there
Tor six months. In March, 1919, he released and
came home for the last time In tyo years Of marriage
he had been in prison over year and half.
~ The little wife was very ill with influenza. When
she better they went back to the place Of the honey
moon. They went there the baby's first spoken words
should be Irish Murel herself learned Irish and after
that spoke anything else to her husband She
held up gold ring.
II got this for speaking Irish. 1t was my husbands
Everyone who speaks Irish has We put the
LADY when she was born"
Life now grow very terrible. They went to live in
Cork Thomas McCurtan then Lord Mayor. He
and Terence McSwney great friends II told her
cncc said Murie to Mrs McCurtain if your husband
had been girl should have been jealous of him"
But there little time for love or jealousy. Late
one night the McCurtain doOrbcll rane. Armed men