Ivy Day In The Committee Room

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Story twelve of Dublin Urs. This LibriVox recording is in
the public domain. Ivy day in the committee room, old
Jack raked the cinders together with a piece of cardboard
and spread them judiciously over the whitening dome of coals.
When the dome was thinly covered, his face lapsed into darkness.

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But as he set himself to fan the fire again,
his crouching shadow ascended the opposite wall, and his face
slowly re emerged into light. It was an old man's face,
very bony and hairy. The moist blue eyes blinked at
the fire, and the moist mouth fell open at times,
munching once or twice mechanically. When it closed. When the

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cinders had caught, he laid the piece of cardboard against
the wall, sighed and said, Dutch Beth are now mister O'Connor.
Mister O'Connor, and a gray haired young man whose face
was disfigured by many blotches and pimples, had just brought
the tobacco for a cigarette into a shapely cylinder, But
when spoken to, he undid his handiwork meditatively. Then he

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began to roll the tobacco again meditatively, and after a
moment's thought, decided to lick the paper. Did mister Turney
say when he'd be back, he asked, in a husky falsetto.
He didn't say. Mister O'Connor put a cigarette into his
mouth and began searching his pockets. He took out a

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pack of thin pasteboard cards. I'll get you a match,
said the old man. Never mind, this'll do, said mister O'Connor.
He selected one of the cards and read what was
printed on it. Municipal Elections, Royal Exchange Ward. Mister Richard J. Tierney,

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p l G. Respectfully solicits the favor of your vote
and influence at the coming election in the Royal Exchange Ward.
Mister O'Connor had been engaged by Tierney's agent to canvas
one part of the ward, but as the weather was
in clement and his boots led in the wet, he
spent a great part of the day sitting by the
fire in the committee room in Wicklow Street with Jack,

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the old caretaker. They had been sitting thus since the
short day had grown dark. It was the sixth of October,
dismal and cold. Out of doors. Mister O'Connor tore a
strip off the card and, lighting it, lit his cigarette.
As he did so, the flame lit up a leaf
of dark glossy ivy on the lappel of his coat.

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The old man watched him attentively, and then, taking up
the piece of cardboard again, began to fan the fire
slowly while his companions smoked. Ah, yes, he said, continuing,
nay char to know what way to bring up children? Now?
Who'll tink he turn out like that? I sent him
to the Christian brothers, and I'd done what I could

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for him, and there he goes, bolls in a belt.
Try to make him some way decent. He replaced the
cardboard wearily. Only I'm an old man, now, why change
his chilling for him? Or I'd take the stick to
us back and beat him while I could stand over him,
as I done many your time before. The mother you know,

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she cocks him up with this and that that's what
Ruin's children, said mister O'Connor. To be sure, it is,
said the old man, And it'll thanks you get for it.
Only impudence. He takes up a hand of me whenever
he sees I was uptaken. What's the wood had coming
to when son speaks that way to their father, What

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age is he said, mister O'Connor nineteen, said the old man,
Why don't you put him to something? Sure, I never
done at the drunken bellsy ever since he left school.
I won't keep you, says I. You must get a
job for yourself. But sure it's worse. Whenever he gets
a job, he drinks it all. Mister O'Connor shook his

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head in sympathy, and the old man fell silent, gazing
into the fire. Some one opened the door of the
room and called out, Hello, is this a freemason's meeting?
Who's that? Said the old man? What are you doing
in the dark, asked the voice. Is that you hoins,

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asked mister O'Connor. Yes, what are you doing in the dark?
Said mister Hines, advancing into the light of the fire.
He was a tall, slender young man with a light
brown mustache, imminent. Little drops of rain hung at the
brim of his hat, and the collar of his jacket
coat was turned up. Well, matt, he said to mister O'Connor,

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how goes it? Mister O'Connor shook his head. The old
man left the hearth, and after stumbling about the room,
returned with two candlesticks, which he thrust one after the
other into the fire and carried to the table. A
denuded room came int to view, and the fire lost
all its cheerful color. The walls of the room were

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bare except for a copy of an election address. In
the middle of the room was a small table on
which papers were heaped. Mister Hines leaned against the mantelpiece
and asked, has he paid you yet? Not yet, said
mister O'Connor. I hope tell God he'll not leave us
in the lorch tonight. Mister Hines laughed, Oh he'll pay you.

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Never fear, he said. I hope he looks smart about
that of remain's business, said mister O'Connor. What do you think, Jack,
said mister Hines satirically to the old man. The old
man returned to his seat by the fire, saying, it
isn't but he has it anyway, not like the other thinker.

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What other tinker, said mister Hines. Colgan said the old
man scornfully. Is it because Colgan's a working man? You
say that? What's the difference between a good, honest bricklayer
and the publican. Hey, hasn't the working man as good
a right to be in the corporation as anyone else? Ay?
And a better right than those showings that are always

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hat in hand before any fellow with a handle to
his name. It's not so mad, said mister Hines, addressing
mister O'Connor. I think you're right, said mister O'Connor. One
man is a plain, honest man, with no hunker sliding
about him. He goes in to represent the labor classes.
This fellow, your workers for only wants to get some

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job or other. Of course the working classes should be represented,
said the old man. The working man, said, mister Hines
gets all kicks and no hapns, but its labor produces everything.
The working man is not looking for fat jobs for
his sons and nephews and cousins. The working man is
not going to drag the honor of Dublin in the

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mud to please the German monarch. How's that? Said the
old man. Don't you know that they want to present
an address of welcome Dead Rex if he comes here
next year? What do we want cow Tawan to a
forgin king? Our man won't vote for the address, said
mister O'Connor. He goes in on the Nationalist ticket, won't

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he said mister Hines. Wait till you see whether he
will or not. I know him? Is it tricky Dicky Tierney?
By God, perhaps you're right, Joe, said mister O'Connor. Anyway,
I wish he'd torn up with the spondyulicks. The three
men fell silent. The old man began to make more
cinders together. Mister Hines took off his hat, shook it,

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and then turned down the collar of his coat, displaying
as he did so an ivy leaf in the lapel.
If this man was alive, he said, pointing to the leaf,
we'd have no talk of an address of welcome. That's true,
said mister O'Connor. Musha, God be with them times, said
the old man. There was some life in it. Then

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the room was silent again. Then a bustling little man
with a snuffling nose and very cold ears pushed in
the door. He walked over quickly to the fire, rubbing
his hands as if he intended to produce a spark
from them. No money, boys, he said, sit down here,
mister Henchy, said the old man offering him his chair.

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Oh don't store, Jack, don't store, said mister henshy. He
nodded curtly to mister Hines and sat down on the
chair which the old man vacated. Did you serve Anger Street,
he asked mister O'Connor. Yes, said mister O'Connor, beginning to
search his pockets for memoranda. Did you call on Grimes?
I did? Well? How does he stand? He wouldn't promise,

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He said, I won't tell any one what I am
going to vote, but I think he'll be all right.
Why so he asked me who de nominate as well?
And I told him I mentioned father Bok's name. I
think it'll be all right. Mister Henchy began to snuffle
and to rub his hands over the fire at a
terrific speed. Then he said, for the love of God, Jack,

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bring us a bit of coal. There must be some left.
The old man went out of the room. It's no go,
said mister Henshey, shaking his head. I asked, a little
chill boy, but he said, oh now, mister Henshey, when
I see work going on properly, I won't forget you.
You may be sure, mean little tinker usher how could
he be anything else? What did I tell you, Matt,

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said mister Hines. Tricky Dicky Tayney. Oh he's as tricky
as they make em, said mister Henshey. He hasn't got
those little pig's eyes for nothing. Blast his soul. Couldn't
he pay up like a man instead of O? Now,
mister Henshey, you must speak to miss dar Fanning. I
spent a lot of money main little school buy a hell.

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I suppose he forgets the time his little old father
kept the hand me down shop in Mary's Lane. But
is that a fact, asked mister O'Connor. God yes, said
mister Henchey. Did you never hear that? And the men
used to go in on Sunday morning before the houses
were open, to buy a waistcoat or a trousers? Moya,
But Tricky Dicky's dip low father always had a tricky

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little black bottle up on a corner. Do you mind? Now?
That's that? That's where he four saw the light. The
old man returned with a few lumps of coal, which
he placed here and there on the fire. That's a
nice hell do you do, said mister O'Connor. How does
he expect us to walk for him if you won't
stump up. No, I can't help it, said mister Henchy.

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I expect to find the bailiffs in the hall when
I go home. Mister Hines laughed, and, shoving himself away
from the mantelpiece with the aid of his shoulders, made
ready to leave. It'll be all right when King Eddie comes.
He said, Well, boys, I'm off for the present. See
you later, By boy. He went out of the room slowly.
Neither mister Henchy nor the old man said anything, but

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just as the door was closing, mister O'Connor, who had
been staring moodily into the fire, called out suddenly, Boy Joe.
Mister Henshey waited a few moments, and then nodded in
the direction of the door. Tell me, he said, across
the fire. What brings our friend in here? What does
he want? Ohsha, poor Joe, said mister O'Connor, throwing the

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end of his cigarette into the fire. He's hard up
like the rest of us. Mister Henshey snuffled vigorously and
spat so copiously that he nearly put out the fire,
which uttered a hissing protest. To tell you, my private
and candid opinion, he said, I think he's a man
from the other camp. He's a spoy of Colgan's. If

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you ask me, just go down and try to find
out how they're getting none. They won't suspect you, d'ye twig. Now,
Poor Joe's a decent skin, said mister O'Connor. His father
was a decent, respectable man. Mister Henshy admitted poor old
Larry Hines manny a good tony did in his day.
But I'm greatly afraid our friend is not nineteen carrot

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damn it. I can understand a fellow being hired up,
but what I can't understand is a fellow sponging. Couldn't
he have some spark of manhood about him? He didn't
get a warm welcome from me when he comes, said
the old man. Let him work for his own side
and not come spoiling around here. I don't know, said
mister O'Connor dubiously, as he took out cigarette papers and tobacco.

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I think Joe Hines is a straight man. Is to
have a chap too with the pen. Do you remember
that thing he wrote? Some of these Hillsiders and Fenians
are a bit too clever. If you ask me, said
mister Henshe, do you know what my private and candid
opinion is about some of those little jokers. I believe
half of them are in the pay of the castle.

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There's no knowing, said the old man. Oh but I
know it for a fact, said mister Hensche They are
castle hacks. Or I don't say Hines, No, damn it.
I think he's a above that. But there's a certain
little noble man with a cock eye, you know, the
patriot em alluding to mister O'Connor, nodded, there's a lineal

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descendant of Major Sophia if you like. Oh the heart's
blood of a patriot. That's a fellow now that would
sell his country for a fourpence ay, and go down
on his bended knees and thank the Almighty christy had
a country to sell. There was a knock at the door,
Come in, said mister Henshy. A person resembling a poor

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clergyman or a poor actor appeared in the doorway. His
black clothes were tightly buttoned on his short body, and
it was impossible to say whether he wore a clergyman's
collar or a layman's because the collar of his shabby
frock coat, the uncovered buttons of which reflected the candlelight,
was turned up about his neck. He wore a round

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hat of hard black felt. His face, shining with rain drops,
had the appearance of damp yellow cheese, save where two
rows spots indicated the cheek bones. He opened his very
long mouth suddenly to express disappointment, and at the same
time opened wide his very bright blue eyes to express

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pleasure and surprise. Oh, father Kohn, said mister Henchy, jumping
up from his chair, Is that you come in? Oh no, no, no,
said Father Kown, quickly, pursing his lips as if he
were addressing a child. Won't you come in and sit down? No, no, no,
said Father Kyohn, speaking in a discreet, indulgent, velvety voice.

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Don't let me disturb you now, I'm just looking for
mister Fanning. He's round at the black Eagle, said mister henshy.
But won't you come in and sit down a minute? No, no,
thank you, It was just a little business matter, said
Father Kohn. Thank you. Indeed, he retreated from the doorway,
and mister Henchy, seizing one of the candlesticks, went to

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the door to light him downstairs. Oh, don't trouble, I
beg no, but the stairs are so dark. No, no,
I can see. Thank you. Indeed, are you right now?
All right? Thanks? Thanks? Mister Henshy returned with the candlestick
and put it on the table. He sat down again
at the fire. There was silence for a few moments.

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Tell me, John, said mister O'Connor, lighting his cigarette with
another pasteboard card. Hmm, what is he exactly? Ask me?
An easier one, said mister Henshy. Fanning and himself seemed
to be very thick. They're often in cavernous together. Is
he a priest at all? Hm? I believe so. I

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think he's what you call a black sheep. We haven't
many of them, thank god, but we have a few.
He's an unfortunate man of some kind. And how does
he knock it out? Asked mister O'Connor. That's another mystery.
Is he attached to any chapel or church or in sitution? Er? No,
said mister Henchy. I think he's traveling on his own account.

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God forgive me, he added, I thought he was a
dozen of stout. Is there any chance of a drink itself,
asked mister O'Connor. I'm dry too, said the old man.
I asked that little shoe boy three times, said mister Henshy.
Would he send up a dozen of stout? I asked
him again now, but he was leaning on the counter
in his short slaves, having a deep goster with all

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the man Kelly. Why didn't you remind him, said mister O'Connor.
I couldn't go over while he was talking to all
the man Kelly. I just waited till they called it
his eye and said about that little matter I was
speaking to you about. That'll be all right, mister h
he said, yad should a little hop of me. Thomas
forgotten all about it. There's some deal on in that quarter,

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said mister O'Connor thoughtfully. I saw the three of them
hard at it yesterday at Suffolk Street. Connor, I think
I know the little game there, said mister Henshey. You're
most owe the city father's money nowadays. If you want
to be made Lord mayor, then they'll make your lord mayor.
By God, I'm thinking seriously becoming a city father myself.
What do you think would I do for the job,

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mister O'Connor laughed, so far as own money goes. Driving
out of the mansion house, said mister Henchy in all
me verman, with Jack Hare standing up behind me in
a powdered wig. Eh and make me a private sech
with heavy John. Yes, and I'll make father killing me
private chaplain. We'll have a family party. Faith, mister Henchy,

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said the old man. You'd keep up better style than
some of them. No, he was talking one day, told
Kagan the porter, and how do you like your your master?
Pat says I to him, you haven't much entertaining now,
says I entertain and says hey, he'd live on the
smell of an isle rag. And you know what he
told me? No, I declared to God, I didn't believe

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them what said mister Henshy and mister O'Connor. He told
me what do you think of a lard mayor of
Dublin sending out for a pound of chops for his dinner?
How is that for I living? Says he? Wisha. Wisha
says I a pound of chops? Is he coming into
the mansion house? Wisha says I what kind of people

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is going at all? Now? At this point there was
a knock at the door, and the boy put in
his head. What is it? Said the old man from
the Black Eagle, said the boy walking in sideways and
depositing a basket on the floor with a noise of
shaken bottles. The old man helped the boy to transfer
the bottles from the basket to the table and counted

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the full tally. After the transfer, the boy put his
basket on his arm and asked any bottles. What bottles,
said the old man. Won't you let us drink them first,
said mister Henshey, I was told to ask for the bottle.
Come back tomorrow, said the old man. Here, boy said,

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mister Henshy, Will you run over to Old Owls and
ask him to lend us a corkscrew for mister Henshy,
say tell him we won't keep it a minute. Lay
the basket there. The boy went out, and mister Henchy
began to rub his hands cheerfully, saying, ah, well, he's
not so bad after all, He's as good as his word. Anyhow,

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there's no tumblers, said the old man. No, don't let
that trouble there, Jack, said mister Henshey man, he's the
good man before now drank out of the bottle. Anyway,
It's better than nothing, said mister O'Connor. He's not a
bad sort, said mister Henshey. Only Fannon has such a
loan of him. He means, well, you know, in his

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own tin pot way. The boy came back with the corkscrew.
The old man opened three bottles and was handing back
the corkscrew when mister Henchy said to the boy, would
you like to drink? But if you please, sir, said
the boy. The old man opened another bottle grudgingly and
handed it to the boy. What age are you, he asked, seventeen,

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said the boy has. The old man said nothing further.
The boy took the bottle and said, here's my best respect, sir.
To mister Henshey, drank the contents, put the bottle back
on the table, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
Then he took up the corkscrew and went out of
the door sideways, muttering some sort of salutation. That's the

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way it begins, said the old man. The tin end
of the wedge, said mister Henshy. The old man distributed
the three bottles which he had opened, and the men
drank from them. Simultaneously. After having drunk, each placed his
bottle on the mantelpiece within hand's reach and drew in
a long breath of satisfaction. Well I did a good

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day's work to day, said mister Henschey, after a pause.
That's so John, Yes, I've got him one or two
short things in Dawson Street, Crafton and meself between ourselves.
You know, Crofton, he's a decent chap of course, but
he's not water damn as a canvasser. He hasn't a
war to throw to a dog. He stands and looks

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at the people while I do the talkin here. Two
men entered the room. One of them was a very
fat man, whose blue serge clothes seemed to be in
danger of falling from his sloping figure. He had a
big face which resembled a young ox's face in expression,
staring blue eyes, and a grizzled mustache. The other man,

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who was much younger and frailer, had a thin, clean
shaven face. He wore a very high double collar and
a wide brimmed bowler hat. Hello, Crafton, said mister Henshy
to the fat man. Talk of the devil? Where did
the bills come? From, asked the young man. Did the
cow calve? Oh of the lion spots the drinks for sing,

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said mister O'Connor, laughing. Is that the way you chaps canvas?
Said mister Lyons, and craft and eye out in the
cold and rained looking for votes. Oh, blast your soul,
said mister Henshey. You'd get more votes in five minutes
than you two would get in a week. Open two
bottles of stout, jack, said mister O'Connor. Ah, how can

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I said the old man when there's no harkscrew? Wait now,
wait now, said mister Henchy, getting up quickly. Did you
ever see this little trick? He took two bottles from
the table, and, carrying them to the fire, put them
on the hob. Then he sat down again by the
fire and took another drink from his bottle. Mister Lyon
sat on the edge of the table, pushed his hat

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towards the nape of his neck, and began to swing
his legs. Which is my bottle? He asked this lad,
said mister Henshey. Mister Crofton sat down on a box
and looked fixedly at the other bottle the hob. He
was silent for two reasons. The first reason, sufficient in itself,
was that he had nothing to say. The second reason

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was that he considered his companions beneath him. He had
been a canvasser for Wilkins the Conservative, but when the
Conservatives had withdrawn their man and choosing the lesser of
two evils, given their support to the nationalist candidate, he
had been engaged to work for mister Tierney. In a
few minutes, an apologetic was heard as the cork flew

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out of mister Lyons's bottle. Mister Lyons jumped off the table,
went to the fire, took his bottle and carried it
back to the table. I was just telling them Crofton,
said mister Henshey, that we got a good few votes
to day. Who did you get, asked mister Lyons. Well,
I got Parks for one, and I got Atkinson for two,

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and got Ward off Dawson Street. He's a fine old
chapp years too, regular, old tough, old conservative. Isn't your candidate?
A nationalist? Said he he's a respectable man, said I.
He's in favor of whatever will benefit his country. He's
a big, great pair, I said. He has extensive house
property in the city and three places of business, and

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isn't it to his own advantage to keep down the rates.
He's a prominent and respected citizen, said I, and a
poor law guardian, and he doesn't belong to any party, good,
bad or indifferent. That's the way to talk to them.
And what about the address to the king, said mister Lyons,
after drinking and smacking his lips. Listen to me, said

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mister Henshy. What we want in this country, as I
said to old Ward, is capital. The King's coming here
will mean an influx of money into this country. The
citizens of Dublin will benefit by it. Look at all
the factories down with the keys there idle. Look at
all the money there is in the country, if only
we walk the old industries, the mills, the ship building

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yards and factories. It's capital we want. But look here, John,
said mister O'Connor. Why should we welcome the King of
England didn't panel himself, Parnell said, mister Henshey is dead.
Now here's the way I look at it. Here's this
chap come to the throne after his old mother keeping
him out of it till the man was gray. He's

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a man of the world and he means well by us.
He's a jolly fine, decent fellow if you ask me,
And no damn nonsense about him. He just says to himself,
the old one never went to see these wild Irish
by christ. I all myself and say what I like?
And are we going to insult a man when he
comes over here on a friendly visit? Hey' isn't that right? Crofton?

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Mister Crofton nodded his head. But after all, now, said
mister Lyons, argumentatively, king Edward's life, you know it's not
the very let boygones be boygones, said mister Henshey. I'll
boy the man personally, he's just an ordinary knock about
like you and me. He's fond of his glass of glaw,

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and he's a bit of a rake perhaps, and he's
a good sportsman. Damn it, can't we Irish play fair?
That's all very fine, said mister Lyons. Would look at
the case of Parnell now, in the name of God,
said mister Henshey, where's the analogy between the two cases.
What I mean, said mister Lyons, is we have our ideals.

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Why now would we welcome a man like that? Do
you think now, after what he did Parnell was a
fit man to lead us, and why then would we
do it for Edward the seventh. This is Parnell's analyssary,
said mister O'Connor, and don't let us store up any
bad blood. We all respect him now that he's dead
and gone, even the conservatives, he added, turning to mister Crofton.

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The tardy cork flew out of mister Crofton's bottle. Mister
Crofton got up from his box and went to the fire.
As he returned with his capture, he said in a
deep voice, I ever saw to the house to respects him,
because he was a gentleman. You are, Crofton, said mister
Henchy fiercely. He was the only man that could keep
that bag of cats in order. Down your dogs, lie

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down your cards, That's the way he treated them. Come in, Joe,
come in, he called out, catching sight of mister Hines
in the doorway. Mister Hines came in, slowly open another
bottle a stout jack, said mister Henchy. Oh, I forgot,
there's no corkscrew here. Show me one here, and I
put it at the fire. The old man handed him
another bottle and he placed it on the hob sit down, Joe,

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said mister O'Connor. We're just talking about the sheath. Aye aye,
said mister Henchy. Mister Heyines sat on the side of
the table near mister Lyons, but said nothing. There is
one of the anyhow, said mister Henchy. That didn't renee him.
By God, I'll say that for you, Joe. No, by God,
you stuck to him like a man. Oh, Joe, said

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mister O'Connor. Suddenly give us that thing you wrote. Do
you remember? Have you got it on you? Oh? Why,
said mister Henshey, Give us that? Did you ever hear that? Crofton?
Listen to this now splendid thing. Go on, said mister
O'Connor further away. Joe and mister Hines did not seem
to remember at once the peace to which they were alluding,

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But after reflecting a while, he said, oh that thing,
is it? Sure? That's old? Now out with it, man,
said mister O'Connor. Shush, Shush, said mister Henshy Now Joe.
Mister Hines hesitated a little longer, then, amid the silence,
he took off his hat, laid it on the table,
and stood up. He seemed to be rehearsing the peace

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in his mind. After a rather long pause, he announced
the death of Parnell sixth of October eighteen ninety one.
He cleared his throat once or twice, and then began
to recite, He is dead, our uncrowned king is dead.
O Erin mourn with grief and woe, for he lies

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dead whom the fell gan of modern hypocrites laid low.
He lies slain by the coward hounds he raised to
glory from the mire, And Eron's hopes and Erin's dreams
perish upon her monarch's pyre, in palace cabin or in cot.
The Irish heart where'er it be is bowed with woe,

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for he is gone. Who would have wrought her destiny?
He would have had his errand famed the green flag
gloriously unfurled her statesmen, bards and warriors raised before the
nations of the world. He dreamed a last twas but
a dream of liberty. But as he strove to clutch

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that idol, treachery sundered him from the thing he loved.
Shame on the coward catchief hands that smote their lord,
or with a kiss betrayed him to the rabel rout
of fawning priests. No friends of his may everlasting shame
consume the memory of those who try to be foul

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and smear the exalted name of one who spurned them.
In his pride he fell as for all the mighty ones,
nobly undaunted to the last, and death has now united
him with Eron's heroes of the past. No sound of
strife disturb his sleep. Calmly he rests, No human pain
or high ambition spurns him. Now the peaks of glory

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to attain. They had their way. They laid him low,
but Eron list his spirit may rise like the phoenix
from the flames when breaks the dawning of the day,
the day that brings us freedom's reign. And on that
day may Erin well pledge in the cup she lifts
to joy won grief the memory of Parnell. Mister Hines

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sat down again on the table. When he had finished
his recitation. There was a silence, and then a burst
of clapping. Even mister Lyons clapped. The applause continued for
a little time. When it had ceased, all the auditors
drank from their bottles in silence. The cork flew out
of mister Hines's bottle, but mister Hines remained sitting, flushed

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and bare headed on the table. He did not seem
to have heard the invitation. Good Man Joe, said mister O'Connor,
taking out his cigarette papers and pouch, the better to
hide his emotion. What do you think of that? Crofton,
cried mister Henchy. Isn't that fine? What mister Crofton said

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that it was a very fine piece of writing. End
of story, twelve ivy day in the committee room,