Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1922-12-15

Those older Irishmen who used de-
lightedly to watch Tim Healy at his
accustomed recreation Of chewing the
British lion to bits will say:
Sure, 'tis plain to be seen why the
king wudn't let Tim Healy come near
him afther he had med Tim the first
Governor General av tn Free State.
Twas afraid, he was, if he give Tim
his hand to kiss, Tim wud bite it,"
Those younger Irishmen who insist
that the Free State is only mask for
British rule and who with bitter tears
Of disappointment in their eyes are still
fighting for a republic will say:
"If King George didn't ask Tim
Healy to kiss his hand, twas only be-
cause Tim had done it already"
But it isn't a thing to joke about,
either way. The Free State began this
week it's formal existence, and Ireland,
with the first parliament elected by
majority of it's own people in its
thousands of years of history, is osten-
sibly free to govern itself as it. will
But there is no rejoicing in Ireland
nevertheless.
So long as the young men who Will
be content with nothing less than
republic-and there are many of them
continue to fire at those who are
satisfied with the present form of gov
ernment, life in Ireland can be little
better than ghastly nightmare.
Will it be a nightmare to Tim Healy?
Tim Healy is nearly siXty-eight
years old. He was chrisrened Timothy
Michael Healy when he was born, in
1855; but no one ever knew him, ex-
cept as Tim Until the young Sim
Feiners shouldered him out of place
six years ago there was only one Tim
| in all Ireland, just as there was only
one Teddy in all America. He is that
sort Of man.
Now, after a silence of four years,
he has suddenly emerged once more
and as the first Governor General OF
the new government of Ireland, the
connecting link between The Irish par
lament and people and the. British
crown.
When, less than two years ago, first
drove through the shaded avenues of
Phoenix Park in Dublin to call official
ly upon Lord French, then Viceroy Of
Ireland, could not have realized, nor
could any one in Ireland, that within
two years the post of viceroy would
have been abolished forever and that
the viceregal lodge would be occupied
by an Irishman who had been born in
a little cottage in rebel Cork"
Could Tim himself have dreamed it?
Tim Healy's father was a poor man.
He had had a thanklcss job, that of
guardian of the poorhouse at Bantry,
town on the Atlantic fringe of South
western Ireland. There in Bantry Tim
was born. And by the way 1t was
not many miles from Bantry that poor
Michael Collins, nearly forty years
later, was born, to become an even
greater figure in Irish history than Tim
Healy
Little Tim-he was Tiny Tim then,
God bless US all!-saw plenty of
misery around his fathers cottage. He
saw the poor folk who had been driven
! from their farms by the unbearable
burden of rent come tottering to the
poorhouse He saw the wretched vic
tins Of famine years. They haunted
him all his life and for them he fought,
year in and year out, until he had help
ed to lift their burdens.
Tiny Tim learned his lessons at the
I Christian Brothers School and learned
them in q flash. He was o queer one.
anybody knew, anywhere on earth, and
yet by some strange way Tim got hold
of a shorthand book and wrestled with
it until he had learned it ! 'ore he was
fourteen years old. He the queer
wan.
Before he was seventeen he left Ire
land altogether, to earn his own living.
At Newcastle, in England, his ability
to write shorthand got him job in the
railway Offices there. Years later, his
political enemies, pretending that the
job was that of u railway ticket
taker, icercd at him as the ticket
nipper."
He was reading everything on which