New-York tribune., 1880-04-06
nd here's me warrant

"Pat, ye are my prisoner, and here's me warran
fOr yer arrest"
| but the man who swore out tnat WARRANT A"o"
| who swOre to faseh0od." Ill.
McMann, still standing without the door. said
~ want ye to sase all there is upon f5af ra sao,e o,
It's all stolen, and by the powers, CTS " mara AM
| bis bratS shall not feed upon wnat . inlneE HI;
The poor hungry people had but commenced thel
repast, when McMann gave the Order u t"Ao 'A'
| savOry meal away from them.
yell not take the bit o food from the mouths
| of these people, will yew
" Pll take what's me own" w
"Ye are hard man, McMann, If ye do tbatP
"Pll hev me OwnW
| The constable turned to the poor people, VINO
like dogs with q bone under their paws. glared
me good friends I'd not take an ounce from
yecs only Pm, compelled to, as McMann claims
what's stoenw
Pat Ranleagh stepped forward and sand:
"And veil not take an ounce OF the food from
this table; We hev warrant for me. all Lignt' IN
90 wild We quiet enough, but ifye go to take any
night, mond now! Ye all know that Pat Ranleagh
Indeed they ali did know that Pat Ranleagh was
The young irshman was chap of extraordinary
strength, and as bold as lion. =, , d.
Ordinarily he was quiet, inoffensve youth, put
when once aroused he was the very diviI," as
"McMann claims the mate" said the constable.
Ave and he'd claim the STROUD of a dead man to
turn It into his rag-bag but ye know he must
prove first that ts his property afore heecan ciain
mo; he can claim it, aud I howld il, until it's
settled rs to whether it was stolen or not"
I" Ye shall not move one ounce from that taDle, 90
We mOind," and Pat spoke he produced ms Suck,
as formidable a club rs ever cracked hard head.
Yen not show fight, Ranleigh" go
"By the powers i will. and there be wake
around here afore tomorrow night and you seek to
carry ont McSann's ordhcrs"
TIE constable turned again to Mc5lann and said:
fxyaV mt IN fal l(Q
CRY s0wls, yen hev to do i yersep, McMann. BE-
''ie had bethcr do ~ L bid ye."
"Niver! Pm not called upon to do it by the law,
which I'm KNOWN as well as verseP!"
Girls OMara came over to Pat and whispered:
"Me boy, It's bother to give up the food rather
than yc should go to prison"
Do you doubt me word. Oliara, whin tell ye
come honestly by the thingsp
"Niyer nO!nd. me boy, its not you McMaDn
wants; it's only to take what's on that table from
lIs, that we may staryc intr,y""
"Yc made hev no fear for Inc. OMara p and Pat
winkcd in a significant manner. " I'll not grace o
" Me boy its mischief ye name. aud We shall not
be runnin' into trouble on my account, when wer
always agiD ye."
"Ye wer right to he agin me the way, ye wer;
and it's in no trouble III be runnln on your &C:
count Mister 0Mara McNiiqnn has been .waitin'
for chance to harm me, and he thinks his tonne has
come but he's ahead o tonne, that's all, me ovid
trind~
The conversation was held in an undertone, and
McMann called from the door:
"They'Te pOttin' to do ye harm, OBrien.D
Faith. it's 10 harm they'll do me- replied tho
constable. Pat Ranloagh has given himself up
already and he's too smart lad to go contrary to
the law"
"Wcll ye can take ne as soon as ye like. OBrien,
but mind ye the darjies are not to be put on me-"
There's no made, Pat"
"1roth there no made and III not hev them,
DO yc moind r
peOple, who, during the above scene, had not
touched a mouthfnl of the food. wees can ate wild
clear consccnccs in t3c face of what McMann has
SAID Yees can take my wOrd and Pm no liar. I've
only brought ye what was me own, and it's not
stolen food yer passing yer lips"
A fearful expression rested upon the pale, ugly
face of McMann Pat thus addressed the poor,
llfanished people.
Pat having delivered himself as above quoted, put
himself III charge of the constable aud was taken
from the shanty.
The three men passed along until they came TO
bridge crossing u creek.
Pat had walked along quietly until he came to
this bridge.
McNiann had kept on the off side from orr hero
during the walk.
Upon reaching the centre of the bridge Pat came
to dead halt and in fierce tones, exclaimed:
I'll 20 no further! And now, McSlann. its you
or l for the wather"
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