Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1874-02-07

TEE SUPERVISORS STORY.

CONCLUDED FROM YEsTERDAY.1
"How could hold the two Of them ?"
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 go =" loared Chand.
Ter.
Down Montmelick way :"
Away went Chandler, his long legs Ay.
ing out behind him. his skirts huttering In
the breeze, till he disappeared in the outer
darkness. l need hardly say that the SYM
pathy of the public was with the escaping
prisoner.
'.What should we wait. for him forr'
said the coachman, clambering up into his
seat, and looking over the back of the
coach; 1--WE cant 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 news of
the escape had collected had died away,
did feel perfectly secure.
1t was grey dawn as we reached Dublin,
and clattered along the streets to the Cas-
tie gate. Just by the gate there stood .
solitary figure, amasculine figure, dressed
in long tattered frieze coat and battered
caubeen; he had cudgel under his arm.
and was leaning in melancholy guise
against the v eather-worn walls. He
frightened up when he saw the coach.
came forward, and recognizing me, Of
tered 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 a warrant for one,
tie would not take the custody Of two pris-
oners upon that warrent; and how could
! get rid Of Andrew ? or, if took in An
drew, how dispose of Terence O,ifAn.
drew would only run away!
"Rin, man, rinr l whispered in An.
drew's ear as he decended from the coach.
Would abuse your hammer . kindness ?''
whispered the man in reply.
go get out ~ said, nudging Terence
with my elbow.
than wild chains of iron wild your hammers
treatment of me-"
There was a 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 . 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 SUBJ
served if one of you 60 to prison. Now
just choose between yourselves"
'I'll CO." said Terence.
II WILL" said Andrew.
The divil save you I" said Terence.
And so they went on with their agRra.
yating language, that I'm not Irishman
enough to describe to you, and from words
they came to blows; Terence had his cud-
gel with him. Andrew broke the leg of
stool 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 quartar of
an hour, at the end of which Andrew was
on the floor bleeding profusely.
I've bate the soul out OF him." said
Terence. breathlsss. "a dirty little omad.
haun like that to be taking the paw of me,
and be going to be stealing the very prs.
on away from me. Come along quick.
yer hammer"
When we once more reached the Castle
gate, there was q 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 gapsin his row efshining teeth,
his tall hat was knocked into the shape of
Il pancake; his neat frOck-cOat was hang.
ing in taters at his back.
80, man "he grOaned as l came in;
'how 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 me ?"
"How could help it ?" said /. Haven't
| had desperate work to keep my own
prisoner Look at my face ;",it was blood.
stained. certainly. Look At my prison.
er," his head was a mass of bruises. "If
hadn't fought to the death, I'd have lost
him.
"And is this the way they genel ally go
on about here" said Chandler.
Pretty much about" said.
Then Ill never return to that horrible
place, never. I'll go straight back to
Somerset House and tell 'sm they must
send a prize-ighter to take charge Of the
district. shall report very favorable Of
you, McAlster, and your desperate cour-
age
So he did, I'm glad to say. and got my
district soon after. and rise in my salary,
and married Katie Stewart. Terence and
l were fast friends from that time, and
when the old grandmother died helped
him emigrant to America, where hear
he's doing very well in the public line,
but never met with sich another adven-
ture.