Morning journal and courier., 1880-04-06

'Tll go with ye, because I'm in favor of the law; but the man who swore out that warrant knows who swore to falsehood.
 McMann, still standing without the door, said
 sI want ye to saize all there is upon that table! It's all stolen, and by the powers, Cris O'Mara and his brats shall not feed upon what's mine 1"
 The poor hungry people had but com msnced their repast, when McMann gave the order to take the savory meal away from them.
 The constable turned to McMann, and said:
 'sYs'H not take the bit O food from the mouths of these people, will ye?"
 'sIn take what's me own !"
 'sYe are hard man, McMann, if ye do that l"
 'tru hev me own!"
 The constable turned to the poor people, who, like dogs with bone under their paws, glarsd savagsly at him.
 'tMe good friends, I'd not take an ounce from yess only I'm compelled to, as McMann claims what's stolen '
 Pat Ranlsagh stepped forward and said
 'sAnd yell not take an ounce of the food from this table; ye hey warrant for me, all right I'll go wid you quiet enough, but If ye go to take anything from that table thsre'n be blood split this night, moind now Ye all know that Pat Ranleagh means what he says:
 Indeed they all did know that Pat Ranleagh was man of his word.
 The young Irishman WAS chap of extraor- dinary strength, and as bold as a lion.
 Ordinarily he was quiet, inoffsnsive youth, but when once aroused he was the livery devil, as folks said.
 sMcMann claims She naats," said She con- stable.
 "Aye, and hs'd claim the shroud of dsad man to turn it into his rag-bag; but ye know he must prove first that it's his property afors he can claim it. kgAI l.. IL : sk it's settled ss to whether it were stolen or not" ''Ye shall not move one ounce from that table, do ye moind," and as Pat spoke he pro dueed his stick, as formidable club az svsr cracked hard head.
 ''Ye'll not show fight, RanIeagh." 'By ths powers, will, and there'u be 8 wake around here afore tomorrow night and you seek to carry out MchIann's ordhers." The constable turned again to McMann, and said
 "If ye want to take the food from these McMann. Begorra, I'll hev no hand in it''
 f'Ye had bother do as bid ye." 'Niveri I'm not called upon to do 1t by the law, while I'm knowin' as we'll as yourself"
 Cris O'Mara came over to Pat and whisper ed.
 ''Me boy, it's bother to give up the food rather than ye should go to prison.'
 "Do you doubt me word, O'Mara, whin I tell ye come honestly by the things?"
 ''Nivsr moind, me boy, it's not you Me Mann wants; it's only to take what's on that table fxom us, that we may starve entirely"
 ''Yenade hev no fear for me, O'Mara !'' and Pat winksd in significant manner. ''Pll not grace jail this night!''
 ''Me boy, it's mischief ye mane, and ye shall not be runnin' into trouble on my ac- count, when I wer always agin ye."
 ''Ye were right to be agin me the way ye wer ; and it's in no trouble I'll be runnin' on your account, Mister O'Mara. MeMann has been waitin' for chance to harm me, and he thinks his toims has come; but hos ahead O toime, that's all me ovid frind''
 The conversation was held in an undertone, and MoMann called from the door:
 ''They're plottin' to do ye harm, O'Brien."
 Faith, it's no harm they'll do me-" replied the constable. t'Pat Ranleagh has given him self up already, and he's too smart lad to go conthrsry to the law"
 ''Wel, ye can take me as soon as ye like, O'Brien, but mind ys the darbiss are not to be put on me-"
 "There's TO made, Pat"
 ''Troth, there is no nade; and I'll not he7 them, do ye moind!"
 ''Now, me good friends" said Pat, address ing the people, who during the above scene had not touched mouthful of food, ''yees can ate wid clear conscienoes, in the face of what McMann has said. Yees can take my WOrO. RuO LII no uar. l Ve only DrOu&nG y0 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 as Pat thus addressed the poor, half-famished people.
 Pat, having delivered himself as above quoted, put himself in charge of the consta- ble and was taken from the shanty. The three men passed along until they came to R bridge crossing creek. Pat had walked along quietly until he came to this bridge.
 McMann had kept on the off-side from our hero during the walk. Upon reaching the center of the bridge Pat came to dead halt, and, in fierce tones, ex- claimed:
 "I'll go no further And now, McMann, ,its y0W or / .fo1' tue aoGt1er 7" The continuation of this story will be found in No. 651 of THE NEW YORK PRESIDE CoM- PANIoN. FOR SALE BY ALL LNEWSDEAJERS. Those who cannot get the paper from the newsletter can get it for four months by sending one dollar to the office of publication. Address, GEORGE MUNRO, PUBLISHER, P. O. Box 3751. IF to 27 VANDEwATER Street, N. Y.