The Watchman's Grace

by Craig Johnson

  Aidan Malloy gave him a knowing glance before replying. “That is well enough in the context of other truly modern progressive societies. Have you had a chance Peter to walk about the city, including north of River Liffey?”

  Peter accepted Aidan’s indication to be more frank. “In my first few days after moving into the St. Stephen’s Green area, I wanted to get a fuller taste of Dublin. Suffice it to say the majority of our fellow inhabitants do not enjoy privileges afforded in areas like mine. I put the disparities witnessed on these walks down to a greater problem.”

  Aidan Malloy warmed to Peter’s more sincere observations. “And may I ask what if any are these greater problems?”

  “I do not wish to appear offensive in the presence of polite company. Are you asking me Aidan to speak in total candor? For what I say may not please some ears.”

  “In this house Peter the only transgressions are lies, deceit and evil intentions. If one expresses a straightforward opinion based on observation and no bias. it is always best to listen.”

  “As Duncan knows I come upon my views from a past learned through solid upbringing. My mother Mary and grandfather Eamon are two of the truest people one could hope for as acquaintances, let alone family!

  “Through my upbringing, I became well acquainted with one key to success. For even as a young child I knew the word opportunity, and its major relevance in all life’s events, both fortunate and unfortunate.

  “In sum, I noticed that restriction of opportunity invited poverty, despair and misfortune to your doorstep. The granting of opportunity, like education, land rights and basic care for citizenry led to a more agreeable life. I for one would not be sitting here with you if not for that rare chance given me to attend Queen’s College. That alone shows how priceless opportunity was to my advancement.”

  “I told you father,” beamed a pleased Duncan. “Peter is a man of conscious conviction; a necessary man in times where such is in limited supply. Deep down he too knows changes are needed in Ireland straight away.”

  Aidan adopted a more relaxed posture. “We are all in agreement on the need for change in this country. But the question is how do we define that term?

  “I must tell you Peter it was my fortunate pleasure to hear the great orator Frederick Douglass in Cork around 1845. I was tending to some business there when a learned colleague told me he was to speak that day. And he emphatically stated his brilliant insights were not to be missed.

  “His plight in America proved without doubt the kinship of suffering shared by Colored people in America and our struggle for equality here. Amidst the supportive cheers, I realized many of my countrymen held the same view.

  “Alas, the majority's voices here are held silent by elites who care not for their suffering! The hideous ignorance which grows from any prejudice hinders us all in the foulest of ways. This corrupted commerce of oppression begets the sloth of a once fertile mind. There is no mystery that such a system breeds blight in both lands of a repugnant nature.”

  Peter followed the trajectory of Mr. Malloy’s observations. “Both the subjugated in America and the Irish have a long tradition of oral history, music and folklore. These ancient societies share deep tales of tradition and sense of justice. Is it not a natural extension we share the goal of freedom?”

  Duncan’s father took in Peter’s every word while judging the merit of his logic. After a brief moment of reflection, Aidan continued in a more serious tone.

  “I shall be straightforward with you Peter. I did have prior knowledge of your convictions on our nation’s current affairs. Duncan has held you in the highest regard since your early years at Queen’s College. He thought a meeting of friends with similar objectives would be a great idea. I hope none of this is catching you at a disadvantage. Duncan means well as always.”

  Peter felt relieved not to have come across as an upstart. “Aidan, I said on a couple of occasions to Duncan that I wished to meet you personally. By all means please continue. You have my undivided attention.”

  “Very well Peter. What I am about to impart is based solely on my summary judgment of your character and Duncan’s longstanding relationship with you. When I’m finished know well you must keep these words in the highest confidence. To utter this knowledge will not only put my family in harm’s way, though your own life as well. Shall I continue, or do you prefer not to be party to any of it?”

  Peter was surprised with the grave manner in which Aidan was speaking. Hesitant though he was at what may be revealed, Peter had come too far not to know more. He now sensed tonight’s dinner would consummate personal ties at an irrevocable level.

  “Please continue Aidan. My fidelity on the matter is most complete.”

  “It is good to have your assurance Peter. Well, there is a group of men committed to the just struggle for true rights of all men. Equality knows no boundaries in the true light of day, yet clarity is essential for purpose in life. No strangers are known when all are gathered in such a noble, uplifting purpose.

  “I offer you tonight a chance to be part of something which is only strengthened with familiar bonds and strong hearts. For tonight Peter you can become part of the Men of Goodhope.”

  Peter cast a curious look about him. He had no realization the evening would become a pledge for a clandestine society. Understandably, his hesitation at the proposal was clear for all to see. Aidan grinned at Peter’s expressions of utter surprise.

  “Rest assured Peter, we do not hold pagan masses in dingy cellars! We are very private about our existence because of a real threat from people opposed to our principles.

  “We are an odd lot in our perceived strata of society. No religious or class pretensions in our ranks, yet some of the most powerful members of this nation support our ambitions. Be fully aware their desire for progressive rights is as fervent as any one. If they become ostracized for their beliefs, so be it!

  “Some are large landowners, chastised by peers for their fair treatment of tenants. All are frowned upon by predatory middlemen. Others are socially reprimanded for friendships which include all religious persuasions. Still more are held in disdain for social relations based on character as opposed to material wealth.

  “Make no mistake; we are in the minority of upper classes. Though each week, more are waking up to the fact that frustration with our status quo will not die.”

  Aidan paused to let the abundance of information sink into Peter’s conscious. At that point Duncan lent his voice to Aidan’s biography on the Men of Goodhope.

  “Let me give poor father a deserved rest. Our detractors use many base ploys to impede the formation of a truly just Irish society. Our devotion to egalitarianism is firmly rooted in the fact it is the only way to see this country achieve its full potential. As such, it is the denial of liberties to anyone which we protest with vigor.

  “Our first aim is to control the tools which provide a basis for equal opportunity, affordable education and a safety net from abject poverty. Mobilizing progressive petitioning for responsible self-government is the means to reach our aims. Only when that objective is achieved can a truly emancipated people build an emancipated nation driven forward through self-determination.”

  At that moment Aidan rejoined the conversation. “We speak dangerous words in hostile times. All Men of Goodhope recognize the gravity of our endeavors. Though to a man we would rather walk this green soil another day as liberators than a future where our fellow countrymen are wallowing in misery. One can stand for nothing and barely know they have a soul; or they can stand for something right and feel what it is to have a life fulfilled!”

  Peter was deeply moved by these impassioned words. It was readily apparent these three men shared a union of ideals. For Peter the decision was made; he would become part of their select order.

  “I agree with most of your appeal,” Peter began. “Though I am sure you can understan
d how the gravity of your invitation gives me sheer surprise. Be that as it may, I would be honored to establish myself amongst men who share my beliefs. Through our efforts, may we see the sweet fruits of success!”

  After a hearty toast, Aidan, Duncan and Peter continued their spirited conversation until dinner was announced. Then they proceeded to enter a lavishly set dining room. Before seating, Duncan introduced the rest of his family.

  “Everyone, I would like to introduce my guest this evening, Peter Harvey. I know you all heard his name on more than one occasion. Now you have the chance to meet him in person. Here is my dear mother Constance Malloy and sister Maggie. There you are; our small brood present and accounted for.”

  Peter greeted Constance Malloy first off. When he came to Maggie, his heart started to race. He was struck by her presence, though exercised restraint, less posture betrayed his interest.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you this evening Maggie. The table looks set for a night of good food and conversation.”

  “Glad to have finally made your acquaintance Peter. My brother speaks much of you and holds your friendship highly. Shall we seat ourselves for dinner?”

  Maggie motioned to the two nearest seats. Peter pulled out a chair for her and sat beside Maggie in the seat she offered. When the dinner party had settled, Aidan began to speak.

  “Everyone, before we begin, let us have a moment of reflection on those less fortunate, thinking of ways we can assist their daily plight. We trust that Providence will bless them, our family and our nation of Ireland.”

  Following his poignant words, the gathering progressed into lively banter on all sorts of topics. Peter felt at ease within Goodhope House. Grand company, delicious food and stimulating discussion made for a remarkable evening.

  As the hours carried forward, not one person paid heed, with everyone caught up in the joy of this occasion. Yet time has its way of moving quickly in pleasant circumstances. When Constance Malloy finally acknowledged the hour, the affair soon drew to a close. After expressing his gratitude, Peter bade fond farewells to the Malloys, and Maggie in particular.

  “I enjoyed the most wonderful evening Maggie. Your natural talent for conversation is most pleasing.”

  Maggie wore a slight blush on receiving such a compliment. “It was our privilege Peter to enjoy your company. I’m sure Duncan will have you around again to spend more time with the family; soon I trust.”

  Peter walked back to St. Stephen’s Green with the lightest of moods. He had enjoyed a sumptuous meal, solid conversation and cemented a bond with friends who shared deeper convictions. And of course he met a beautiful lady who piqued his interest. All in all, Saturday’s dinner at Goodhope House was a grand occasion after all.

  Sunday afternoon came fast for Peter. He spent the better part of it assisting Duncan with his move into their building. Finishing off a final placement of articles, the exhausted men slumped into a waiting couch.

  “We’re fortunate the flat came furnished,” gasped a worn Duncan. “Otherwise I would have employed assistance. Thank you again for your help on this day of rest.”

  Peter waived off the appreciation. “Today is the least I can do to repay your family’s generosity. I must repeat my contentment with last evening’s dinner. It exceeded any expectations I may have harbored beforehand.”

  “Those feelings are mutual. In fact, one family member in particular is anticipating your return to Goodhope; my sister Maggie.”

  Peter’s heart started to race once more. He could immediately picture her engaging presence as if in this very room. A contented smile formed on his face.

  “Please tell her I too look forward to my next visit.”

  “I will relay the sentiment Mr. Harvey. By the way, all this physical exertion has made me light headed. Do you care to join me for a good meal in the neighborhood? It will be my appreciation for your help.”

  Peter was feeling ravenous at this point. “You lead the way Duncan and I shall hungrily follow!”

  These two old mates sprang from their relaxing positions and eagerly went out into the neighborhoods adjacent St. Stephen’s Green. Choosing an agreeable establishment, they enjoyed a sumptuous dinner before returning to their building.

  “We both look like a good night’s rest is in order,” Duncan remarked as they approached the entrance. “Let’s meet next Friday evening at your flat to discuss our plans. Does that sit well with you?”

  “There shouldn’t be an issue with that date. Say, don’t you think it’s time we had a name for our proposed movement? You know, put our stamp on things so to speak, giving it an identity.”

  Duncan stood for a moment in silent reflection. “That’s a great idea Peter. We need to choose a name with purpose and meaning. Something which does not alienate one place or people in the country…”

  “I’ve got it!” Peter interrupted. “What we want is to unite this land around the principles of self-government, correct? One of the main benefits will be everyone receiving basic rights accorded by a government based in Ireland.

  “There it is Duncan; a Common Man Movement which cares not about petty differences and social classes. Every citizen will have an equal opportunity to conduct their affairs in a civil manner.”

  Duncan grinned broadly. “Congratulations Mr. Harvey, and welcome to the Common Man Movement!” Both men shook hands in a firm grip, while their minds grew more resolute in obtaining these aims.

  The balance of 1862 witnessed Peter and Duncan expanding upon the platform of their Common Man Movement. Aidan Malloy was impressed with the organizational skills of both men. Their impressive dedication was awarded with increasing resources from Aidan, though this information was kept in strict confidence.

  By the time holiday season approached, Peter had dined at Goodhope House on numerous occasions. Through these visits, Aidan Malloy’s vast experience was an immense assistance while plotting the intricacies of their endeavor. Aidan also supplied trusted colleagues to coordinate speaking shows. Having hometown assistance to draw attention to their upcoming engagements lent valuable endorsement indeed.

  Peter also enjoyed making better acquaintance with Maggie Malloy. After the second dinner at Goodhope House, any nagging reservations about their mutual interest melted away. Duncan watched with amused interest as two of the dearest people in his life grew a strong attraction. Over ensuing weeks, they went out together for meals and strolls around the city, discussing interests for hours on end.

  As time drew closer to the holidays, Peter looked forward to visiting Kilmarnie. Unfortunately, his mother reminded him by post that a relative in the north made plans for her and Eamon to arrive months ago. Peter could not help but feel a twinge of disappointment at that arrangement. In the face of it, he resigned himself to a bit of well-deserved personal indulgence over this yuletide season.

  When Christmas Day arrived, Peter enjoyed some delicious pudding purchased the previous evening. Still in night clothes at early afternoon, he was surprised to hear a steady rapping at his door.

  “Good afternoon. I shall answer in a moment. May I ask who is there?”

  A muffled, indistinguishable voice replied. “We have a special parcel delivery for Peter Harvey. Is this the correct address?”

  Peter was thoroughly stumped, as he had no idea who would be sending a package to him. Now curious, he donned his robe and prepared to open the door. When he pulled it wide he was greeted by two shouting voices.

  “Merry Christmas Peter Harvey!” rang out brother and sister together.

  Peter was overjoyed at the sight he beheld. “And let me say Merry Christmas to Maggie and Duncan!” He gave each a warm embrace and ushered them inside.

  “So to what do I owe this pleasure? As you can see from my state of dress I was not expecting any company today.”

  “Well Peter, I knew you were unconfirmed on your plans for vi
siting Kilmarnie, waiting for an answer by post from your mother. Maggie insisted it would only be proper to see if you were stuck alone here in Dublin. Of course she was spot on.”

  Peter gave Maggie a thankful smile. “For me, the holidays have just become a sight more joyous. Why don’t I retreat to the kitchen and make hot buttered rum to ring in some holiday cheer?”

  “Fantastic idea Peter,” Maggie replied. “There certainly has been warmer Christmas weather than today. It’s absolutely frosty outside!”

  Hours past into early evening before Duncan realized the time. “Sorry for the reminder, but Maggie and I should be pressing back to Goodhope House for our festive dinner. Father and mother have both sides of the extended family visiting this year. It should be quite the lively evening. Say Peter, why don’t you join us? We can surely set one more plate.”

  Peter was tempted by the opportunity to have a joyous time with Duncan and his family. Though he graciously declined, preferring they spent quality time with their relations from afar.

  “Duncan, as pleasing an invitation that is, I feel good enough relaxing around the flat tonight. Please send all my best holiday wishes to the family.

  “Oh yes, before I forget. I purchased a little something in appreciation for all your family has done.” Peter went to the kitchen and returned holding two wrapped bottles with a beautiful card attached.

  “Ah Peter, there was no need,” said an impressed Maggie. “Having you enter our lives has been enough for everyone.”

  “I insist, though remember one thing. When you are all enjoying this, just raise a toast or two to me.” Peter handed the gifts to Duncan.

  “Well then Peter, we’ll leave you to an evening of leisure. If you do change your mind you’re always welcome to drop by.” The trio exchanged well wishes before leaving Peter alone to his thoughts.

  Reflecting on the eventful year, Peter Harvey’s emotions were of two worlds. Insofar as material prospects were concerned, solid achievements had certainly been obtained. He enjoyed a burgeoning career in an area of practice offering great opportunities for advancement. His current address in fashionable St. Stephen’s Green only complemented an enviable position in a country so full of discontent.