Charles Stewart Parnell: His Love Story and Political LifeO'Shea, Kitty
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Charles Stewart Parnell: His Love Story and Political Life
O'Shea, Kitty
Parnell, Charles Stewart, 1846-1891
On the 11th, when he nominated Mr. Vincent Scully, he stayed at
Kilkenny. That day he wrote to me that he was feeling ill, and
his telegram of "good night" was weary in tone. But the next day
he wrote that he was feeling far better, and his letter was very
hopeful of success. He insisted on returning to me every
Saturday, if it was in any way possible, during these months of
fighting, and going back to Ireland on the next evening, Sunday.
I begged him to spare himself the fatigue of this constant
journeying, but he could not rest away; so, in despair, I gave up
the fight against my own desire to have him at home for even
these few hours. This election lasted ten days. Polling took
place on December 22, and that morning he telegraphed to me not
to expect victory, so I knew he was sure of defeat long before
the poll was declared. He returned to Dublin that night, and
addressed a meeting outside the National Club.
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It was during one of these last meetings that someone in the
crowd threw lime in the Chief's face. It has been said that the
thing was a hoax, and that the substance thrown was flour. It
was not flour, but lime, and had not Parnell shut his eyes in
time he would undoubtedly have been blinded. As it was his eyes
were not injured, and but for a tiny scar on the outer edge of
his right eye he was not hurt. I well remember the awful hours I
passed pacing up and down my room at Brighton waiting, waiting
for news after seeing the morning paper. He had telegraphed to
me directly after the cowardly assault was made, but he could not
send it himself as he could not leave his friends. The man to
whom he gave the telegram for dispatch boasted to his fellows
that he had a message from Parnell, and in the crowd and scuffle
it was taken from him; so it was not until midday, when my own
telegram of inquiry reached him, that Parnell knew that I had not
received his; and by the time his reassuring message arrived I
was nearly out of my mind. The newspapers had made the very most
of the affair, and I thought my husband was blinded.
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