The Life Of Charles Stewart Parnell - Ii

296 CHARLES STEWAIIT PARNELL [1800
from the area, and, rushing upstairs, had crashed into ParneU's bodyguard. What happened within the house I do not know, for spectators outside could only hold their breath and listen and guess. Feet clattered on the boarded stairs, voices hoarse with rage Bhrieked and shouted, A veritable pandemonium was lot loose. At last there was a lull within, broken by the cheers of the waiting crowd withoxit. One of the windows on the second storey was removed, and Farnoll suddenly appeared in the aperture. He had conquered. The enthusiasm which greeted him cannot be described. His face was ghastly pale, save only that on either chcok a hectic crimson spot was glowing. His hat was off now, his hair dishevelled, the (lust of the conflict begrimed his well-brushed coat. The people were spellbound, almost terrified, as they gazed on him. For myself, i felt a thrill of dread, as if I looked at a tiger in the frenzy of its rage. Then he spoke, and the tone of his voice was even more terrible than his look. He was brief, rapid, decisive, and the closing words of his speech still ring in my ear: " I rely on Dublin. Dublin is true. What Dublin says to-day Ireland will say to-morrow/'
'He had simply recaptured "United Ireland** on his way going south to Cork. The work done, ho immediately entered the carriage and drove to King's Bridge terminus. After what 1 had witnessed I could not go tamely about my business. Hailing a car, I dashed down the quays. Many other cars went in the name direction, and the faithful crowd followed afoot, I was among the first to reach the terminus. I pushed towards the platform, but was stopped by the ticket collector, I was determined, however, not to be baulked, I was engaged in a hot altercation with him, wheng party, it HOCUIIH, had tuitctnuling for tltct opinion tif tin*an umlorfctand what ft