The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1873-07-26

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threw my arms around her and held her
down; but the more / held her the more
she struggled, till, in the end, managed
to pnion her arms and, fairly overpow-
cred, she became quiet at last.
MIR. Chandler was all of a shake
..,W-what's the meaning of that extra.
ordinary scene 2" he cried.
Prisoner trying to escape" | said
Bless me, that was very courageous re-
slstance on your part. III make note of
that, and Chandler pulled out big note
book but between the Jerking of the
coach and the shaking of his hands he
couldn't write a word. However. it wasn't
long before we were at Portarington, which
l was thankful to see. / was tired of hug
ing my old woman. What I'd do after
that, didn't know. But as luck would
have it, the moment the coach STONED
Chandler leaped down.
I'll get drop of something hot he
cried, 'to stop this shivering. Look after
the prisoners, McAlister.
Mother, amt you thankful to me that |
saved your life 2 said to the old woman
unclasping my embrace. She gave me a
look and curse, and stepped off the coach
And then bright thought came into nv
brain. Come over here | said to the
prisoner opposite, who had been stolidly
looking on you'll be warmer and more
comfortable in this corner and you'll get
bit OF sleep, perhaps
The man came over, and sat down in the
corner the old woman vacated.
Whats your name 2
Andrew Mccarthy
''How much have they given you?" |
asked him.
''SiX months"
''Now, my lad" l said quickly, 'wonld
you rather take two months Imprisonment
as crown debtor, living on the best of
everything, or your six months on prison
fare?'
why, I'd take the two ay coorse.'
Then you've only got to change your
name from Andrew to Terrence. Will YOU
do it
That will, your hammer said the man
with grin. | think he OWNED my pur-
pose.
Hi L. hi hi Halo. halo! Stop, stopr
l began holloaing and shouting with all my
might, and all the passengers and the
coachman, and Chandler among the lot.
came tumbling out of the inn.
Hes gOee!' | cried; your prisoners
goner
why the--didnt you stop him?'
How could | hold the two of thum?'
roared.
Andrew, entering into the spirit of the
scene, began to struggle violently, and
threw my arms about him and held him
down.
Which way did he gos' roared Chand-
Ter. H.
Down Montmellick way!'
Away went Chandler, his long legs fly-
ing one behind him, his skirts fluttering in
the breeze, till he disappeared in the outer
darkness. / need hardly say that the SYM
pathy 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
we can't stop the coach for him.
Go on! shouted all the passengers
My heart began to beat once more, as
the coach moved slowly on. Not till we
had cleared the lights of Portarlington,
not till the shouts of the mob which the es-
cape had collected had died away, did |
feel perfectly secure.
1t was gray dawn as we reached Dub
lin, and clattered along its streets to the
castle gate. Just by the gate there stood
solitary figure, a masculine figure, dressed
in 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, offered
to help me in my descent. 1t was Terence
Mccarthy.
Pm ready for you, captain" he said,
with bright smile.
was no little embarrassed by my two
captives. had only warrant for one,
for Terence, and the governor of the castle
would not take the custody of two prison.
arc haf mt. nd I
| get rid of Andrew? or if | took in Andrew
how dispose of Terence' Oh, if Andrew
would only run away!
Kin. man, rim = whispered in Andrew
ear, as he descended from the coach.
Would abuse your hammers kindness 2
whispered the man in reply.
Co. get out.' l said, nudging Terence
with my elbow.
Sure, your hammers got me faster than
wild chains of iron wild your hammers treat
ment of me-
There was little public house hard by
the castle gate, and to that | led my en-
barrassing charge.
Now, look here, Terence and Andrew,
said, after we'd each had cheek-full of
whisky, her royal majesty has taken your
case into her gracious consideration, and
she's come to the conclusion that the inter
est of justice will be sufficiently subserved
if one of you goes to prison. Now just
choose between yourselves
I'll go, said Terence.
| Il will, said Andrew.
''Phe divil save you. said Terence.
And so they went on with their aggrava-
ting language, that I'm not Irish enough to
describe to you, and from words they came
to blows; Terence had his cudgel with him,
| Andrew broke the leg off a stool; | crept
under table to be out of the way, but the
table was upset among EN-, heavy oak
table, the edge of which hit me on the nose
and tapped my clarret, as the saying is
The fight lasted a quarter OF an hour, at the
end of which Andrew was on the floor
bleeding profusely.
I've bate the soul out of him, said Ter
ence, breathless. "A dirty little omadhaun
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, yer
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 su-
pervisor had last seen. There were great
gaps in his row of shining teeth, his tall
hat was knocked into the shape of a pan
cake, his neat frock-coat was hanging in
tatters at his back.
'Oh, mani! he groaned, as | came in ;
show could you leave me in the hands of
those barbarians? See how I've been treat
ed! Why, was mobbed in that horrible
place! Why did you suffer that man TO drive
away and leave meY
'How could help it?' said l. Haven't
| had desperate work to keep my own pris-
oner? Look at my face ! it was blood-stain-
ed, certainly. Look at my prisoner;' his
head was mass of bruises. If j hadn't
fought to the death, I'd have lost him.
And is this the way they generally go on
about here p said Chandler.
! Pretty much about, l said.
sThen I'll never return to that horrible
place, never, I'll go straight back to Somer-
set house and tell 'em they must send a
prize fighter to take charge of the district.
shall report very favorably of you, Nc.