The fact that nothing in Fogarty's book supports the contention that Cardinal Rampolla was part of a Liberal clique and acted badly in the case of the Americanist "heresy" does not mean that he was not the one and did not do the other.
At this late date I blame American Churchmen of the late 1800s and early 1900s only for making a mockery of Pope Leo XIII's encyclical against Americanism. (Not ALL did.) For having the mendacious effrontery to say to the Vicar of Christ, "Thanks kindly for condemning so-called Americanist errors that no one in American holds or ever held."
As for the liberal AND the conservative bishops not condemning the Knights of Pythias and their sort in 1894, laymen have no choice but to think the best of what the leaders in God's Church do when there is no clear error or betrayal of Catholic principles involved. (It would have been different if the likes of Ireland had ordered that the Masons and the Knights of Pythias preach on Civic Virtue and against "Compestellan pilgrimages" from Catholic pulpits.)
Though I shudder to think of what some latter day version of St Bridget of Sweden would have made of a lot of things that the American bishops said and did and allowed in the late 1800s and early 1900s and what she would have gone around saying to make St Frances Xavier Cabrini's hair stand on end.
But Archbishop Ireland went beyond the pale. He was a bold Indifferentist and Liberal. He was an absolute horror show as a Catholic and as a pastor of souls. It would seem that Cardinal Rampolla was wrong to be chummy with him in the way he was.
European Churchmen of that period tended to have a rather patronizing attitude towards American Churchmen. With his Boy Scoutish (and, of course, unCatholic) Tea Totaling and his twisted ultramontane euphoria ("O Leo! O Pope of the Age!") Ireland made a dashing, quirky, rambunctious, and, despite his atrocious arrogance, endearing figure. Also, however much he wrongly idolized Modern Man, no one could say that Archbishop Ireland was one to go easy on the Protestant heretics. It's not hard to see why the likes of Cardinal Rampolla, accustomed to the silken corruptions of Catholic European civilization, were attracted to the Wild West verve and zip and pep of the Americanists.
It was like having a brandy with Mark Twain in the Vatican gardens. Or keeping a racoon, or a skunk, in a cage designed by Cellini.
But we're not on this earth to indulge our natural appetites and sympathies at the expense of our clear duties as members of a household of faith.