The Intermountain Catholic. (Salt Lake City [Utah] ;) 1899-1920, 1908-10-17

coming from school, / amongst the
number, for even then was a rebel,
what / am now it does not matter, en-
| joy the scene and encourage the dog
with loud cries of Good dog. Brau;
seize him, seize him." to which the
painting Ryan, as he runs past, replies
with, "I'll summin the whole clutch ov
yez for intimidashun." Cauth Mulready
hearing the noise, hurries to her half
door, carrying the pot stick in her
hand, to see what is the matter. and
seeing Ryan after the donkey, she ut
tiers loud "Ha! ha! It's ould Death
on Wires lookin' for his stripe, much
good may it do him whin he gets it,
l see Ryan, too, pacing up and down
before the barracks gate. He is on
duty, and every stranger that passes is
keenly scrutinized. and if they happen
to belong to the tramp Species their
face, their gait, what they are wear
ing, where they came from and whittier
they are going are carefully noted.
Whin passin' Death on Wires don't
trip, or we're done man, for he'll ar
rist yeh for being under the infu-
ence, was a common saying
If Mr.. Mannering, the local justice of
the peace, happened to come to the viii
lage, Ryan was sure to be conspicuous,
and he would edge in all directions in
order to get word with the dispenser
of justice
Anything stirring those times?" Mr..
Mannering would smilingly say to
Ryan.
Ryan would then straighten himself
UP and give the regulation salute and
beyond it, and answer:
Nothing gracious, yer honor Ye see.
l keep the country well patrowled, and
can't CT Of
movement any day, bud yeh need not
fear, yer honor, for I'll check it in the
bud"
Coming on to the 18th of July, Ryan
would get nervous and peevish. for the
thought of being sent to the black
north was too much for him. And then
If Ryan had to go, it was laughable to
see his leavetaking with everybody and
everything as if he were never to see
them again. On his return, if there
were riots, he would be sure to say 'he
settled Them" and if there were no
riots, it was because he was there and
they were afraid of him.
One night during the troublesome
times of the plan Of campaign and boy
cotting. Ryan was on duty watching
farm that was under the ban of the
Land league. He had orders to stop
everyone that passed and inquire their
business. Ambushed beneath a thick
Ryan heard a soft. suspi-
clous step approaching, and he whis-
pered to himself, II feel me strine at
last. When the step came within
striking distance Ryan Jumped out and
seized the owner of the step, a stout, /
country woman going into the village
for bread, but Ryan's seizure was not
for long, for the womans stout arm is
n hon J, 60
of Ryan's head, and Ryan lies pros
trate in the dust, while an angry voice
rings out:
"Yeh dirty spalpeen, wud yeh insult
a dacint. lone widow woman. MAY 7
ak what the likes ov yeh are dom |
here?'
I'm on patrowl ma'am." faltered
Ryan from the ground, IAN may 1 ak |
We what you're doin' here at this hour
Of the night?"
Yer mayn't, but I'll tell yeh all the
same. I'm on patrowl, too"
And ever after that eventful night.
whenever the people saw that stout,
simple countrywoman enter the village.
their words were: Here comes Biddv
Flanagan on patrowl."
Il wonder where the divil RYAN an
he other peelers were last night?"
asked farmer of Jim Scully, as he
sadly surveyed the broken remains of
gate that guarded the entrance to his
arm. They're never where they ought
o be-"
Where was Ryan and the other peel
,rs?" answered Scully, taking his pine
rom his mouth and looking at the
armer in establishment "WeII. Mr.. |:
Rooney. 1 thought yeh We're man ov
an larnin', an that the likes
" yen wudn't ask so silly question.
Where was Ryan? Oh. hor' and Soul
Y laughed. Ryan, Mr.. Rooney, is at
resent engaged revisin the acts ov ,
King Billy an King. George. an he's
DIN to call his work whin it is fin
she'd, 'Ryan's Crate Magnah Chartah.' !
n as for the other peelers, WE'LL :
hey're larnin' the concertinah an oiIin'
heir hair " :
1t is a blusterous evening in March. :
nd looking from my window I see Fee '
X DurlIin in his garden about twenty d,
erch away shouting with all his might +
the hens. / look a little further on. c
nd there is Jim Scully heading a cock {
hay in his little acre field He stops .
'r moment at his work and looks :
| certain direction-it is toward the :
arrack. /. too, follow his gaze, and r
lere as large as life with martial stem
nd with martial cloak around him /;
alks Constable Terence Ryan outside .
lie barrack door. He is on duty, YES, >
7ident1y he is, for are not those eagle :
res of his fixed on a suspicious-looking 4;
amp. whose sole duty at the present
oment seems to be acting as a prop :,
II one of the piers of the chapel gate. >
n! you good. supplemented people of :
lie village, fret not. for your lives.
)mes or property, Death on Wires is '