The last bonfire died down, the last reeking kerosene torch guttered, orators retired to soothe their hoarse and reddened throats with hot whiskey and lemon. Then for four anxious days last week the Free State waited while election returns dribbled in. In Dublin Under-Sheriff Lorgan G. Sherlock emerged from the counting room to say: "I pick up 20 ballots and ten of them's for Cosgrave's men and ten for de Valera's. It's the closest election I've ever seen and I've been Under-Sheriff of Dublin since 1915." Slowly it grew obvious that scrawny, rebellious...
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