The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1891-04-01

number of police picked up q ladder
and placed It on the edge of the roof.
Then very nimbly three or four police
men ran up the incline. Instantly there
was a shower of stones from all that side
of the house-knocking down O couple
of the policemen, but one managed to
secure his place on the roof. He raised
a Ratchet which he had in his hand and
struck the states, which flew off in a
dozen pieces, rafting down the roof and
falling in a shower to the ground. Blow
after blow was struck. Those inside,
being unable todhit the man on the roof,
began ainging stones at the crowd Of po-
lice outside. Then the police, seized
with a sudden frenzy, began to throw
stones back at those in the house. This,
| was told, was against the law, and it
has been denied that the police throw
stones; nevertheless they did it, and did
1t with q vengeance. In a very short
time every window on Il ) side of the
house was riddled. The police threw
with an accuracy aud vigor that was adj
mirable, looked at from their point Of
view. When the man on the roof had
smashed a sufficiently large hole in it
two or three more policemen with arm
fuls Of stones rushed up the ladder in
spite of the missiles flung at them and
began throwing stones down the hole in
the roof at those inside. Then a body
of police took another ladder and
smashed in the paneless sash of one Of
the upper story windows, giving the
ladder one or two swings as the sash
gave way from its impact. Placing the
ladder on the window-sill, q dozen po-
licemen, with great ~nimbleness, rushed
up the ladder and entered the house.
Another dozen or more quickly fol-
lowed. The men on the roof ceased
throwing down stones. The man with
a Ratchet pulled out a handkerchief
and began to mop his brow. The rain
Of stones from the police stopped and
silence again interviewed, only broken by
a low wall from the peasants on the hill
side who knew the ''boys" inside and
knew what their fate would be. In a
very short time the door looking out on
the hillside was opened and twenty or
thirty police marched out with FIVE ILL
clad lads ranging in age from sixteen to
twenty-four. The first prisoner who
came out had a fearful cut on his face
until it presented a most hideous aspect.
Another had his hand completely
smashed, and as the boy stood on the
road he held his hand out from him and
the blood streamed from it as if it were
poured from a teapot, forming a great
slowly coagulating pool on the road. The
police were very much excited, and when
some of the English ladies, who had
been wringing their hands and crying as
they looked at the scene, tried to pass
down the road to say a word of comfort
to the prisoners, the police showed them
back with some degree of rudeness, al
though for that they were checked by
their officers, who explained to the
ladies that they would not be allowed to
have a word with the arrested men. One
of the young men was the son of Ma
ginley, who was off in America. The
rest were neighbors' boys from the i'm.
mediate locality, and their relatives and
friends stood on the hillside crying, as
they saw their hands held up while the
steel handouts were clasped upon them.
Thirty or forty policemen completely
surrounded them. Nobody was allowed
to approach them or speak to them. The
constabulary formed two double lines on
each side of the young men. The order:
Forward, march, " was given, and the
regular tramp of the troops echoed down
the hard road.
Then an officer of the law went to the
ruined house, picked up a piece of
broken slate and a handful of the earth
near the house. He went inside to see
that the fire was trampled out, because if
a spark of fire is left alive the eviction is
not complete. He searched the house to
see that no domestic animal was inside.
A dog is a domestic animal and if left
inside of the house invalidates the evic-
ton; a cat is looked on by this wise law
as a wild animal and does not matter.
Coming out the officer handed the piece
of broken slate and the piece Of earth to
the agent of the landlord, saying, as he
gave the slate, ''There is your house, y
and as he gave the earth, ''there are your
lands" This was accepted by the
agent, and thus the house that Maginley,
who is in America, built with his own
monsy, becomes the property of the land
land, who never expended a cent on the
house, and never expended a cent on the
land.
Thus ends the story of the House of
Maginley, its building and its wreck
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