The Worthington advance., 1901-01-18


stocking, with plump young hare un-
der his arm and dangerous-looking
cudgel in his hand. He had evidently
been poaching on the Tallyho estate.
The moment he saw the gamekeeper
he hastily threw the hare and cudgel
aside and took to his heels.
The gamekeeper, however, who was
= young, active fellow, pursued him
at an extremely rapid pace, overlook
him and made prisoner of him.
"Come, my bowld poacher." said he,
"you must take your plunder along
with ye. I'll tache you to kill hares
on my masters property" He then
led his prisoner to the spot where the
hare and cudgel lay.
20, SIR" beseeched the poacher, "for
the love O. goodness, if You have a
mother O your own, have compassion
on me-"
"Your whining won't do with me.
You're aware that Squire Tallyho is q
magistrate, so trot along, for you must
appear before him."
20. don't take me, kind sir; if ye do it
may be death blow to my poor moth
er."
whats your name?" asked the
gamekeeper.
Barney McGurk, a cousin by the
mothers side to Jenny Kehoe, the
thatcher"
''Why did you kill the hare?"
"For the poor sick mother, kind gin
tleman."
"Whose mother?''
"My own good mother, who is lying
at home in the cabin, given up by all
the DOCTORS; I was towld there was
only one hope O. savin' her, an that was
to give her a bowl O hare soup. I'm
| poor boy. I had no money-and-"
can you thought you'd stale hare
from the Tallyho domain. I've met
the likes O. you before, my fine sleveen.
Pick up that hare and cudgel. Now
come with me to the squire. There's
wan comfort, anyhow; you'll soon be
locked in the stone Jug"
In the course of about quarter OF an
hour they arrived at the castle, the
prisoner crying at the top of his lungs
as he descended the hall steps in the
firm grip of his captor. A knock OF
confidence and business, accompanied
by a hasty ring at the bell, gave indi-
cation that the squire was wanted to
attend something earnest and pressing
in his magisterial capacity.
The squire was in the front parlor
and, hearing the gamekeeper's voice
knew there could be no danger. He &C.
cordingly threw up the window, looked
out and asked:
'What is the matter?'
"a poacher, SIR"
"Is that all?" said Tallyho.
Now, the parlor windows of the cas-
tie were not more than four feet from
the ground, but for the purpose o1
watching both person and property
they had been powerfully secured by
removable iron bars, which were laid
aside every day.
did you catch him in the eet?'
asked the squire.
II did, sir; here is the hare; and this
frightful lookin' cudgel, stained with
the animals innocent blood, is the pris
oner's property
| In the meantime the unfortunate
poacher was bowling with the most
outrageous grief and throwing himself
on his knees, with uplifted hands, in
an attitude of the most abject despair
toward Squire Tallyho, while the game.
keeper pointed to the hare and cudge1
as indisputable testimony against the
prisoner.
"You scoundrel," said the squire, as
suming an air of gravity, "are you no,
ashamed to look me in the face?"
"Ah, yer honor, ought to blush like
piece O scarlet when look upon ye1
handsome face, the face Of gintleman
a scholar, the face of a man that was
wanst a mimber of parliament, but
'tisn't in your face alone where the
beauty is. You've ginerous heart, q
heart as big as the Rock o. Cashel, and
as for your hand, it bates Bannagher
There isn't such hand in Ireland-a
hand always ready to give, always
! rached out to the distressed, always
givin' something away, but by all ac'
counts the same hand gets very little
in return. No matter, it's good oper
hand, however, and I see it's oper
now," he added, starting to his fee,
and clapping writ" into it.
''Just take that, sir; it's true copy
and here is the original. Now, your.
sarved, sir"
He had no sooner uttered these words
than he whipped up the hare and blud
geon, and with one blow of the latter
turned the unsuspecting gamekeepe,
upon the steps, exclaiming as he did it:
"This hare was niver reared on thu
Tallyho estate. I brought it with me
as tramp to win my game"
'Thunder and lightning!" exclaimed
the squire, lit is Hogan, the bailiff."
"The same, at your sarvice," an
swered that functionary. "The best
man within the four says for sarving 9
writ
After which he bounded away likt
deer, dropping from the wall near tht
lodge, which was banked up inside
nearly to the top; he mounted horse
and was soon beyond the reach of pur
suit.-N. Y. Daily News.
WORK OF MORMON EXPLORERS