Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1873-07-24

"He's gone!' / cried; "your prisoners
gone!"
"Why the deuce didn't you stop himsn'
"How could hold the two of them?"
roared
Andrew, entering into the spirit Of the
scene, began to struggle violently, and l
threw my arms about him, and held him
down. t#t.
(which way did he go?" roared Chand-
Ter.
Down Montmellick way!"
Away went Chandler, his long legs fly
ing out behind him, his skirts fluttering
in the breeze, till he disappeared in the
outer darkness. l need hardly say that
the sympathy of the public was with the
escaping prisoner.
"What should we wait for him for?"
said the coachman, clambering up into
his seat, and looking over the back of the
coach; 1--WE can't stop the coach for
him."
go onp' shouted all the passengers.
My heart began to beat once more rs the
coach moved slowly on. Not till we had
cleared the lights of Portarlington, not
till the shouts of the mob which the news
of the escape had collected had died away,
did feel perfectly secure.
1t was gray dawn as we reached Dub
lin, and clattered along the streets to the
Castle gate. Just by the gate there stood
a solitary figure, q masculine figure,
dressed in a long, tattered, frieze coat and
battered caubeen; he had cudgel under
his arm, and was leaning in melancholy
guise against the weather-worn walls. He
frightened up when he saw the coach,
| came forward, and recognizing me, Of
fered to help me in my descent. 1t was
Terence Mccarthy.
"I'm ready for you, captain" he said,
with bright smile.
was no little embarrassed by my two
captiyes. had only warrant for one,
for Terence, and the Governor of the Cas-
tie would not take the custody of two
prisoners upon that warrant and how
could ! get rid of Andrew? or if I took
in Andrew, how dispose of Terence. Oh
if Andrew would only run away!
"Rin, man, rinv' whispered in An
drew's ear, as he descended from the
coach
"Would I abuse your hammers kind
ness?" whispered the man in reply.
go! get out!" l said, nudging Terence
with my elbow.
''Sure, your hammers got me faster than
wild chains of iron wild your hammers
treatment Of me-"
There was little public house hard by
the Castle gate, and TO that l led my en-
barrassing charge.
''Now look here, Terence and Andrew"
said, after we'd each had cheekful of
whisky. Her Royal Majesty has taken
your case into her gracious consideration,
and she's come to the conclusion that the
interest of justice will be sufficiently sub
served if one Of we goes to prison. Now
just choose between yourselves"
"I'U GO" said Terence.
81 aciH," said Andrew.
"The devil save you" said Terence.
And so they went on with their aggra-
waiting language, that Pm not Irishman
enough to describe to you, and from words
they came to blows; Terence had his
cudgel with him, Andrew broke the leg
off stool; l crept under the table to be
out of the way, but the table was upset
among 'em, a heavy oak table, the edge OF
which hit me on the nose, and tapped my
claret, as the saying is. The fight lasted a
quarter of an hour, at the end Of which
Andrew was on the floor, bleeding pro-
fusely.
give bate the soul out of him." said
Terence, breathless ga dirty little amad-
haun like that to be taking the paw Of me,
and to be going to be stating the very
prison away from me. Come along quick,
your hammer"
When we once more reached the castle
gate, there was post-chaise standing
there; and in the Governors office was
my friend Mr.. Chandler the wreck of the
smart supervisor | had last seen. There
were great gaps in his row OF shining
teeth, his tall hat was knocked into the
shape of pancake; his neat frock coat
was hanging in tatters at his back.
"Oh, mani" he groaned, as came in
chow could you leave me in the hands OF
those barbarians? See how I've been
treated! Why was mobbed in that hor-
rible place! Why did you suffer that
man to drive away and leave me?'
"How could I help it?" said /.
Haven't / had desperate work to keep
my own prisoner? Look at my face;' II
was blood-staincd certainly. "Look at my
prisoner" his head was mass of bruises.
"lf hadn't fought to the death, I'd have
lost him."
"And is this the way they generally 60
on about here?" said Chandler.
"Pretty much about" said.
linen LII never return 10 tnat HoIIiple
place, never. I'll go straight back to som.
erset House and tell them they must send
u prizc-ighter to take charge OF the dis.
trict. shall report very favorably OF
you, McAlister, and your desperate cour-
age"
So he did, / am glad to say, and got
my district soon after, and rise in sala-
ry, and married Katie Stewart. Terence
and were fast friends from that time, and
when the old grandmother died ! helped
him to emigrate to America, where l hear
he's doing very well in the public line;
but never met with such another adyen.
ture.-Belgraota.
AFEAHD or A GIRL.
BY SAMUEL SLICK, JR.