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However this may have been, there we were in the first-floor front room of my Uncle Hughey's. Every room, from cellar to garret, was crowded with stalwart dock labourers at that time these were almost to a man Irish prepared to support another contingent of Hibernians who garrisoned McArdle's in a similar manner. Hearing outside the cry "he Orangemen!"
And when the process of molding in plaster was explained to him, he said: "'Tis like McArdle's trade entirely. He takes a rise in the world since I know he's an artist like yourself." "What is his 'line'?" "Pattern-maker for a stove foundry." Moss beamed. "Just what I'd like to be if they'd only pay a little more wages and furnish a better place to work."
In the days of his extreme youth he had been engaged in labor which did not call for the clerical qualities, and roughly his written "reports" were modeled on the "time sheets" he was wont to render in that far-off period, when he dwelt in lodgings at Govan, and worked at McArdle's Shipbuilding Yard.
I say to him: 'What difference does the state o' the weather make to you, that's under a roof all day? But divil a change does it make in him. The first thing in the morning he turns to the weather report." McArdle's eyes showed traces of a smile. "If it weren't for the papers and the weather reports, me days would be alike.
Yet, though so many fell away from their temporary exaltation, there were still large numbers who remained firm, and the lasting good from Father Mathew's work was undeniable. So popular was John McArdle's house, that it was used as one of the lodges of the Ancient Order of Hibernians then very strong in Liverpool, and stout champions of country and creed.
Parallel to Crosbie Street, where the club room was situated, was Blundell Street, where my uncle, Hughey Roney, lived in a house immediately behind McArdle's the back door of the one house facing the back door of the other. This side of the street, with the whole of Crosbie Street, has long since been absorbed by the railway company before mentioned.
These were the Orangemen. If there was one place more obnoxious to them than another it was the club room of the Hibernians in Crosbie Street. But though in their frequent conflicts with the "Papishes" they wrecked houses and even killed several Irishmen for they frequently used deadly weapons against unarmed Catholics they were never able to make a successful attack on McArdle's.
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