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Show I f UTEST IRISH NEWS, I From The Pilot. j Antrim : WflHam Downey, for wer sixty years i ' ! Em esteemed raeident of Belfast, a gen- erouB friend of the deserving- poor, and late president of the St. Vincent de Paul society of Antrim's capital, died, ( on Sept. 19. j Dublin, Mother Mary Alphonsus Harn of Tjo-reto Tjo-reto Abbey, Rathfarnham, died on Sept. 21 in the ninetieth year of her age and the sixty-eighth of her religious life. William Berg-in, aged 51 years, an ex-sergeant ex-sergeant of the Royal Irish regiment, was drowned in the Liffey river, Dubs' Dub-s' in, on the 20th ult. The body of Owen McCarthy, a well-, well-, known postman in the Fairvlew dis- irict, Dublin, was found floating in the canal near Cross Guns bridge on Sept. 27. limerick. Colonel George Finch, J. P., of Mary-ville, Mary-ville, Croom. while driving- to Patrlcks-t Patrlcks-t ell petty sessions, where he usually i presided, died suddenly. He was aged 70. and was married to a sister of the late Knight of Glin. On Sept. 26 Cleve'e great condensed inflk factory to Mardyke, Limerick, -u-a3 burned to the ground. Sir Thomas Thom-as Cleeve, one of the owners, who is a jrreat employer of labor locally, andj rne of the leading merchants of the fioutb of Ireland, is most popular with all classes, especially with the work-reopfe. work-reopfe. The memorial cross unveiled in Rath-Jceale Rath-Jceale on Sept. 29 by Father Casey, parish par-ish priprt, commemorates in a special . ray tli Croppies who were killed in Tncherodnnd and were buried near the lb ridge close to the spot on which the ! , jnemocrtal stands. A great demonstration demonstra-tion signalized the unveiling ceremony, j "which was hld under the auspices of the Smied Irish. Leagrue. ! Tyrone. Klgli Urn1. Dr. Charles MeTfush, the iewty cotaw crated bishop of Derry, was , jborn in Termonamongan in 1856. As a ! ! tdent fn. Maynouth college, where he I j Jim as daM-fenow the present btahop i nf Qrmfert, he showed marked abili- Wo. Ha wb ordained in 1SSL and for n. vtO acted as curate of his native parish. He was chosen president of PL CotonVs college Derry, a position which ha filled with, ability and tact for about two years, when he was ap-jwiated ap-jwiated parish prieet ofStrabane. He look a deep Interest mTubltc affairs, especially In the worfc of the technical Instruction board and kindred bodies. Jr. McHugh Is a man of thought, ripe I cholarshlp and invariably kind. .' Miss M. O'Sullivan, B. A., who was "until recently teacher of Irish in the Ilireto convent, Omagh, has been appointed ap-pointed by the commissioners of national na-tional education an. organizer of Irish ; language instruction. Miss O'Sullivan is the only lady so honored. I Derry. Monsignor Charles McHugrh, D. D., V. j G.. was consecrated bishop of Derry in I St. Eugene's Cathedral, Derry, on Sept. I 2?, by Cardinal Logue. i . Donegal. j Bishop O'Donnell of Raphoe preached I . on Sept. 29 in St. Eugene's Cathedral. iDrry. on the occasion of the conse-" conse-" cration of Mgr. McHugh as bishop of T lie diocese, in succession to the late Dr. O'Doherly. Louth. Miss Margaret M. Casey, daugher of Mifhael A. Casey of Drogheda, editor of The Drogheda Independent, died on Sept. 21, aged 14. Down. i A vote of sympathy with the rela- H tivc-s of the late Monsignor O'Brien, j pastor of Banbridge. and vicar general of the dio;ese, was passed by the New- j ly branch of the Gaelic League on Fept. 22. Monsignor O'Brien was one I rf the first patrons of the branch. I , Coik- I On Sept. 22 the foundation stone of a j Tiew church in Timoleague was laid by I Bishop Kelly. The ceremony revives 1 interesting memories of Irish ecclesi- I Bstical history. TimoleeTie received I ' its name from St. Molagga, and was 1 anciently known as "the cell of Molag- fca," which, in Irish, gives the present- rfay name of Timaleague. The sons of J Ft. Francis of Assisl built a seminary j jthere tn 1240, and the beautiful ruin j stands today on the edge of the bay. fays The Freeman's ouraal. And so swell did those mediaeval builders do their work that the doorway In the Have, the windows and all that escaped es-caped the despoilers seem likely to 1thstand as many centuries more as Ihey have already defied. I A few days ago Lady Aberdeen, wife rf the lord lieutenant of Ireland, sent a beautiful selection of Scotch brooches end other silver gifts, beautifully designed, de-signed, to the superior of the Concent cf Mercy, Queenstown, for presentation presenta-tion to the children who welcomed her on the occasion of her visit to the schools. Lady Aberdeen also wrote to each of the children a personal letter, fn which she gives expression of her ieellngs. Irish Industries. 1 Among the visitors to America re- I fcwntly was McArthur P. Ross of Dub- - I Un. Ireland. I Mr. Ross is a barrister at law of King's Inn. Dublin, a graduate of Dub- I Un university, and has served for some 1 years on the Irish law commission. J He spoke interestingly on conditions , i !n Ireland, and he made a special plea Ito sympathizers in America to aid in developing Irish Industries. He said: ! "I was intensely interested in the report in jour paper of a meeting of the Boston central council of the Irish County clubs, at which they had under un-der consideration the report of Mr. Cassidy on the Industrial Resources of Ireland. "Mr. Cassidy, in his report has struck I I at the root of the cause of non-pros- I perity of Ireland, namely, the lack of funds to enable her to develop her national na-tional resources and thereby take her ' place amonp the other countries of the ' world in supplying those necessaries of life, which, if their quality, will be found second to none. "A visit to the Irish industries section sec-tion of the international exhibition, at present being held in Dublin, will testify, tes-tify, as to her possibilities in this re-P?ct. re-P?ct. in this section are displayed exhibits of many Irish manufactured domestic articles, notably lace (of various vari-ous designs), woolens, Irish tweeds, carpets, shoes, gloves, hats, linen, fur-i fur-i nlture, stained glass, china, bookbind- j Ing. enamels, tobacco, stockings, hos iery and all the varieties in knitted goods, brushes, combs and all kinds of fancy goods made from the cow's horn, st'ch as tooth brushes, nail brushes, etc. "All of these goods are nianufac- lured and turned out in the best of j style and are of the highest quality and, in my humble judgment, more than hold their own with similar goods I have seen in other countries, and which I now see being daily sold in the stores of this city. "It may seem an admission of ignorance ignor-ance of one's country, and yet it is quite true to say that there is a large proportion of Irishmen resident in Ire-j land who visited the Dublin exhibition this year and who were not aware until un-til they had the evidence of their own eyes that some of these industries existed ex-isted in their own native land. "And why Is this so? For the simple sim-ple reason that the promoters of these industries are so hampered through want of capital that their efforts are limited, and they are unable in many cases to meet the demands even of their own country, or to defray the expense ex-pense of advertisement. "In addition to the marble quarries, there is a vast amount of latent undeveloped un-developed mineral wealth in Ireland of copper and silver. There exists, for instance, in-stance, In the county of Meath, In Ireland, Ire-land, a rich vein of copper ore, specimens speci-mens of which were recently highly valued In London. The mine was worked in the year 1821 by a private company of the gentry of that county, and was prematurely abandoned through flooding, at a time when mining min-ing science had not reached its present state of development. The same want of capital pi events the development by Irishmen of this valuable asset to the cuuniry. "Then I might mention the praiseworthy praise-worthy attempts, greatly limited by want of capital, made by various religious re-ligious communities of nuns, and by others, throughout Ireland, to develop Industries which will enable the poor peasantry to keep the wolf from the door, and to educate and bring up their families respectably. "I wish to say that, if the recommendations recom-mendations made to the Irish clubs be accepted, and If they further the development of the industrial resources of Ireland, and provide an outlet in this country for their disposition, they will be the means of enabling an already al-ready grateful people to place themselves them-selves on a sound financial basis. The Irish people, so closely allied to this country by the bonds both of relationship relation-ship and friendship, will thus be strengthened in demanding and obtaining ob-taining that so long asked for right of self-government, and the seed of that unfailing bounty so often and so generously gen-erously sown by their American brethren breth-ren win bear rich fruit for the mutual j benefit of both countries," Where Father Burke Died. There are few Catholics who have not heard of the famous Dominican preacher of thirty years ago. Father Tom Burke. An annex of the convent in which he died, Tallaght house, was recently burnt to the ground, the fire causing serious loss to the Dominican fathers, as the house and contents were not fully insured. Tallht (from "tamleacht." a plague gravestone, marking where numbers who died of a plague were buried is a place situ- t oA in thiA TWinMn mountains and hatz many historical memories of very early date In Irish history attaching to it. In recent times It has been remarkable remark-able as on of the many instances in this country of places where the Catholic Cath-olic faith has once again triumphed in a marked manner and taken up its abode in a spot that was once a Protestant Prot-estant stronghold. Tallaght house was. In the seventeenth seven-teenth century, one of the Protestant archi episcopal palaces of the See of Dublin, having been built out of the materials of the old castle of Tallaght. The house, which stood on the site of the old archlepiscopal palace, was leased in 1844 to the Dominican fathers, who built a new convent close to the house which has been destroyed, and it is in the burial ground of this convent that the great preacher, Father Burke, is buried. A SHARED VACATION. Not a breath stirred the sash cus-tains cus-tains drawn back at the kitchen window, win-dow, and the still, enervating air was full of humidity. "There!" exclaimed Lucile Cooper, setting down the flatiron and hanging a crisp lawn dress over the back of a chair, "I've got m.t summer things pressed at last, and maybe I'm not thankful I'm going to have a vacation! This is hot work, but I believe it's worth It. Next week, even tomorrow, I shall forget all this stuffy flat, sitting on the veranda at Cool Breeze, enjoying enjoy-ing myself. The only thing that will trouble me is that you and father and Irving will still be here, mother: but your turn is to come later, you know. I shall not think of the stupid office once during the whole time!" A little later she said to her mother: "Do you know what I would like to do? It would be to fill a big house with folks who have no vacations. TVTiat do girls do who have to work all the year and perhaps support half the family without a day off? Oh, I would love to see a house full of such girls having a good time!" "That's just like a girl!" said her brother, Irving, who had come, from the store in time to hear the last words of his sister. "Why don't you begin with one girl?" "What one?" said Lucile. Mr. Cooper glanced up from his paper, pa-per, and smiled. "You might, as Irving says, begin . with one. And here's something right to the point. He cut out a few lines from his newspaper news-paper and handed it to Lucile, who read: "Costs only $3 to give a working girl ten days at Lake Shato." Then followed the address of Outing Society for the benefit of those needing fresh air. Mrs. Cooper came into the dining room with a bowl of strawberries and a pitcher of cream. "Mother," said Lucile, "I'm not going to get my white parasol. It's all nonsense, non-sense, anyway. Everybody knows white is glaring, and it doesn't help your eyes a bit. It's only for show. My black one is better. I had allowed $3 for a white parasol. I was going to get it tomorrow tomor-row morning, before I start. But if you will make out a check for me, I'll send my $3 to that society, father." Mr. Cooper accepted her proffered bills with a nod of satisfaction. "That is good work, daughter," he said. "When you think how much I am going go-ing to spend in my two weeks, going so far, it almost seems stingy to give so little, doesn't it?" answered Lucile. "Next year I'll plan for more. I declare, de-clare, I wish I had done this before! It makes me happy to think that some overworked girl will have one week's vacation." At this Irving took a $5 bill from his pocket and handed it to his father. "Might as well have a hand in this business myself," he said. "I'm going to tell the girls about It," said Lucile, enthusiastically. "I shkll write them as soon as ever I can after getting to the lake." A few days later Lucile sat on the veranda of the Cool Breeze cottage, her portfolio in her lap and, pencil poised in air, looking dreamily out over the wa ters of this, her favorite of the Great Lakes. Perched high on the bluff and nestled in the bosom of the pine tree, the cottage afforded a delightful outlook. out-look. She could gaze, through the green, feathery . openings, upon the broad expanse of the quiet water. There were no whitecaps today, and, under the shadow of the passing clouds, .the blue waters turned to brilliant green, deep- purple and soft violet. Lucile watched the changes, eptranced, then turned to her prosy task. "Let's see mother and father, Irving and his Betsy I've written to them all; now I guess I'll commence on the girls. Oh, that working girls vacation business! busi-ness! I forgot all about it. I must write to the girls about it at once! I believe they'll all do it!" "Letter for you!" sang a girlish voice. Two girls, arms entwined, appeared as if by magic within the cottage, and one of them dropped a letter into Lucille's lap. "We've been to the office," announced the spokesman, "and they were just distributing the mail. We didn't get any." "I'll share mine with you," offered Lucile, with a quick glance at the postmark post-mark and another at the attractive faces of the daughters of the hostess. They were girls of somewhat less than her own age. She skimmed over her letter quickly, and then looked uo into the inquiring faces with an expression of her own keen delight. "Just listen!" she exclaimed. "With rav money they sent to the country a sevemeen-year-oia s-in jul breaking down with work in the store, the oldest of three children, whose mother is a widow, and the whole family fam-ily live in three tiny rooms in the top of a crowded tenement. Th.? mother is sickly, too. And with Irvlng's monoy just listen! they sent a crippled woman wo-man and her little boy to the country. Isn't that fine?" "It certainly it." answered the older of the two girls, with a quizzical sm'Ie. "but we haven't the slightest idea what you are talking about." Lucile laughed and then painstakingly painstaking-ly explained. At the close of the recital, Charlotte, the younger girl, said, "Why, I could help In that. It does seem selfish bfi enjoying one's self here all summer, th way we do, and not provide for anybody else, I'm glad you shared your letter," Lucile, left to her self, wrote to .ivory one of the girls in her coterie at home, telling them of her own vacation, asking ask-ing about theirs, and telling of the joy it was possible to bring to the working girls unable to have such a rest without their help. ' The letters thus written brought rich harvests, and more than one slender, weary girl had reason to be thankful for the lift those girls from happy homes gave in the way of getting strength for their summer's work. Se- lected. A Scab Workman. (Judge's Library. An Irlshnian was walking dowii , Washington street, in Seattle, when ho . paused before a book store. The pro- prietor had put up some signs adver- tising his bargains, and ope of them , read like this: , "Dickens works here for $4 all week." "The diwle he does." said Pat, in ( deep disgust. "The dirty scab!" , |
