mmittee has been able to cut down prices: eggs, for
instance, are down from a dollar to sixty-six cents a dozen and milk from
fourteen to six cents a quart.

"In a few days we will engrave our own money. Beside there will be an
influx of money from England. About half the workers are affiliated to
English unions and entitled to strike pay. We have, by the way, felt the
sympathy of the union men in the army sent to guard us. A whole Scotch
regiment had to be sent home because it was letting workers go back and
forth without passes.

"And--we have told no one else--the national executive council of the Irish
Labor party and Trade Union congress will change its headquarters from
Dublin to Limerick. Then if military rule isn't abrogated, a general strike
of the entire country will be called."

Just here a boy with imaginative brown eyes, who was, I discovered later,
the editor of the _Workers' Bulletin_, said suddenly:

"There! Isn't that enough to tell the young lady? How do we know that she
is not from Scotland Yard?"

In order to send my wire on the all-Ireland strike, I stumbled along dark
streets till I came to the postoffice. Lantern light was streaming from a
hatchway open in the big iron door in the rear. "Who comes?" challenged the
guards. While I was giving a most conversational reply, a dashing officer
ran up and told me the password to the night telegraph room. Streets were
deserted when I attempted to find my way back to the hotel. At last I saw a
cloaked figure separate itself from the column post box against which it
was standing. I asked my way and discovered I was talking to a member of
the Black Watch. Limerick is the only town in the British Isles that
retains the ancient custom of a civilian night guard. While the strike was
on, there were, during the day, 600 special Royal Irish constables on duty
in Limerick. But, at night, in spite of unlit streets, the 600 constables
gave place to the sixty men of the Black Watch.

"Priests preached sermons Sunday urging the people to withstand the enemy
with the same spirit they did in the time of Sarsfield," said young
Alphonsus O'Mara, the mayor of Limerick, whom I met at breakfast. His Sinn
Fein beliefs had imprisoned him in his hotel, for his home was beyond the
town and he would not ask the British military for a pass. Opposite the
breakfast room we could see the drawn blue shades of Limerick's dry goods
store. A woman staggered by with a burlap bag of