The Worthington advance., 1901-01-18
Iricked by a Poacher
The Expensive Hare Found by the Game.
keener of Suuira TAllYho.

The a;,s & :s52s TSs9S H.n II the Game
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CQUIRE TALLYHO was member OF
- parliament many years ago for an
Irish borough, his residence at the time
being an old, dilapidated castle not a
great distance from the town of Bal
linasloe; it was rambling sort Of
structure without any architectural
preteusions.
For nearly 40 years Squire Tallyhc
was regarded by high and low, rich
and poor, as an open-hearted, hospita
BILE man of the good old school. The
lord on horseback or the beggar in
his rags received alike a cordial wei
come under the roof of Tallyho castle
At length, through mismanagement
extravaganza and the rascality of a
dishonest steward, bankruptcy stared
the squire and his family in the face
The squire himself was literally pris
oner in his own castle.
At that period the in5 5umerablt
stratagems and schemes resorted tt
by many bankrupt gentleman to es
cape the clutches of the law were OTTER
strange, not to say highly amusing. Ir
| county was said to be obliged to re-
turn home in a coffin during every
dissolution of parliament; members o1
parliament enjoyed the privilege O.
freedom from arrest in cases of debt
and at every dissolution that privilege
ceased, that is. until their reelection.
Squire Tallyho was prisoner in hi!
own house, and the pestilential pres
ence of bailiff was more dreaded BY
him than a plague.
The gates were chained, the win
dows barred; indeed. it was as much
as any seven bailiffs' lives were worth
to approach within gunshot of Tally
| no castle.
The squire never ventured beyond
his own domain ecept on the back o:
| a fleet horse. On such occasions he wa!
accompanied by a pretty strong body
guard, especially when attending the
neighboring races or participating il
fox hunt. and very often there wa!
from one to half a dozen bailiffs after
him.
To attempt serving him with writ
much less the fearful hazard of arrest
was what none of them-aware as they
were of the hatred that animated the
people against all law proceedings
would any more think of doing than he
would deliberately put his head in &
lions mouth.
In roadside shebeen about half {
mile from Tallyho castle two men, ap
parently farmers well to do, dressed il
comfortable frieze. were seated at {
table drinking Dublin stout from pew
Hogan, a celebrated bailiH, who, in hi!
official capacity, assumed various dis
guises TO assist him in the serving O.
''writs." His companion was Ned Gar
raghty. cattle dealer.
II tell you, Ned" said Hogan, "I'l
sarve it on Tallyho before the sun goe.
to bed in the west"
stake care 'tisn't the last you'll b,
able to sarve," said Ned.
"As sure as I'm howldin' this PIN
mug in my hand, I'll do it," cried Ho
gan, with vehemence.
Don't you know, Jerry, that Squire
Tallyho has people around him tha
loves the ground he walks on, an6
every mothers son O. them as cute
as foxes on the scint of a bailiff.''
maybe, Ned, you'd sooner
wouldn't sarve it-isn't That tn,
truth?"
ut is, Jerry. Squire Tallyho is tn.
best-loved landlord in Ireland by poo1
and rich. Sure it was his big, kline
heart that got him stepped to the lip.
in debt and difficulties; what with cant
ing of cattle and mortgages and on,
| trouble with another, it is heart break
jn' entirely. He was never known t,
disturb tenant like others, if the,
hadn't the rent to the minute. Did yo1
ever hear of an eviction on his estate
But it's the law in this unhappy coun
try to persecute the good, while tn,
guilty go scot Free"
"What you say, Ned, may all be tru
enough. I must admit that Squir
Tallyho let the money fly while i
lasted. He enjoyed the fun, and, o
course, he had to pay the piper. Blu
let him be good or bad, must do m,
jooty; everyone to their calling; min
is not the choicest, but the serving o
this writ means $50 to me, and that
not to be picked up every day."
IF it was thousand dollars" in
terrupted the cattle dealer, mo on
with drop O. manly blood in his vein
would undertake such contemptibl
piece o. work."
"Whoo! Ned, you're too scrupulou
for man O. the world, but I'm losin
time, an time is mon---. I'VE openc'
my mind too much. about my privat
husinesz; I'll keep As close a. va: