St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1888-11-17

An INlSh EVICTION.
~ yiasss sezaesas sse he rssssssisa -
. Oaseal0e Peaa0At's 0oaoo.
4 Ghasp rap u heard On the barri-
eaded window. Il 10 the sheriff de-
mandjng possession. He has his shield
IN front Of him. and well for him he
has. for BY way Of response comes .
SPOUT Of brown liquid that smells vil-
iainously. There's lime in It, bedad. :"
says IN r !. C. suffering. Lime
quotha; should think there was. and
something worse. Come now, come
out ut once. and give us no more OF this
nonsense; II you don't it will be all the
worse for you" A schrill scream Of
defiance is the reply. accompanied by q
splash of hot water up with the
RAM" Is tho order, and while the
emergency men are putting 'Judge
Norberry" on his legs, q strange scene
In this tragic comedy Is enacted just
outside the line of sentries. 1t Is one
Of the daughters Of the family on her
knees in the sweet long grass, clasping
her hands and praying with all her
heart to tho blessed Jesus and tho
Holy Virgin and all the saints to par
boil the sheriff and his men In the rub
bish her dear father was playing upon
them. It might or might not
have been in answer to her
prayers. All I can say is that
the sheriff and the rest OF them had
pretty good dose Of liquid artillery be-
fore their work was finished. ''Once
more. will you come out?" mo, I
wontw ''Send out the women. cant
you do that?" mo. l won't" and the
women laugh in derision. Back.
away with them; back. away with
them;" and away the battering ram
swinging on its ponderous chain. while
from the blank windows pours the hot
water with the brown liquid upon the
shields Of the two men who are pro-
tecting the swingers. The captain Of
the gang sways his arms. the old wOm-
IN on the grassy bank walls aloud.
and the iron head Of the ram pounds
against the walls. The ninth blow
drives hole through the brickwOrk.
but as yet We can see nothing. We
hear. though. plainly enOugh-.'In wi
you; ] have nothing but my fists.
Shoot me II You like; ! don't care.
Better die here than on the roadside.
I would rather die here than any other
place" The breach in the wall
widens. and louder comes MATHS chal-
lengs: In wi you, all OF you II you
like. have only my fists. why
don't you come on yourself, sir?"
This question being apparently
addressed to Colonel Turner or
TO the sheriff. both OF whom
we're standing in the hot water line.
At the thirteenth or fourteenth blow
the wall showed gap OF about six feet
In width, and then all at once Matt |
Magrath became fully visible. or rather |
the upper half of him did. for the
shattered wall Of his dwelling was
piled up in front Of him. With white.
haRgard face he rushed about, wild
man at bay. glazing at the armed host
In front Of him. and shouting hoarsely:
Come on; have only my fists; shoot
me; don't care. I would rather die |
here where I was bred and born. and
ny father before1m and springing
10 the edge Of the gap shook his fists
In the reckless defiance Of despair.
Wide 40 the gap was, it was not yet
vide enough for rush. SO the ram
,wung again to the gang captains
,ong. A big fragment of wall toppled
,ver; . cataract Of hot water rushed
,ut through the gap. Matt, who looks
Ike madman. pitches out . stream
u brown liquid. but. with the quick
less OF lightning, and before Matt had
lime to dip his vessel for . second sup
by. Mr.. Inspector Hill dashed up to
he breach. He slipped. and down he
rent head over heels right into the heart
Il Mats den. with . swarm OF Royal
irish constables after him. stumbling.
Tipping and sorambling; and then it
III became q confusion Of dust and
alling brickwork, shrieks. shouts and
curses. In o few minutes the Royal
IRISH constables rushed out again pell-
nell covered from head to foot with
lust and flth, and swaying and stag
.ering round Matt Magrath. who. with
lis white. frantic face dabbled with
Hood. requires six men TO hold him.
datt is immensely strong. besides be-
ng desperate. and sturdy Is the six
loyal Irish constables were. It really
ooked as II their prisoner would sue
eed in tearing himself from their
.rasp. After u struggle. he was
brown or tripped over on his back
light on ladder which lay at my feet.
nd there at last they succeeded in
orcing his brawny wrists into hand
uffs. The doctor then came up and
ressed tho wound on Mats head.
hero was only one wound. and that
y no means . serious one. The
narvelous thing was that IN spite Of
is desperate resistance Matt escaped
nth such little hurt-London Daily
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