"Yes, an' talk's cheap, too!"
Tim bowed to the voice and smiled with the laugh that followed.
"God knows it is cheap. If it wasn't 'tisn't the likes o' me could afford to be handing it out to you to-night, and no charge for admission at the door."
"Say, Buck, his ten minutes'll be used up before ever he gets started!" came a voice from midway of the hall.
"True for you, boy. And so I'll be introducing myself. My history is short. Riley is my name, Timothy Joseph Riley--baptized by Father Kiley, in the parish of Ballymallow--and I'm a Republican."
"And there's what we'd like to have you tell us, Misther Riley--how came you to be a Republican?"
"Yes, you blarneyin' turncoat--how came ye?"
A man in the front row stood up to say that last, a rugged-looking man, who looked as if he would
