THE GANG TO BE SUPPRESSED.
A State of Affairs That Has gone on Long Enough.
Last week quite a row took place near Lucan. James Feeley made a desperate raid on Hugh Toohey, whom he assaulted for all he was worth. A warrant is now in Chief Constable Everett's hands for Feeley's arrest, who, in the meantime, is keeping out of the way. Influential citizens, who have had a share in bringing Lucan to what it is, are now stepping in and endeavoring to interfere with the constable in the dicharge of his duty. They will find, however, to their astonishment, they have the wrong man to deal with this time. This same Feeley is now wanted in London, by Justice Lawrason and Chief Wigmore, on another charge of assualt, Feeley having clubbed a man in the suburbs of Lucan. The man, in self-defence, stabbed Feeley several times in the region of the bowels and kidneys. Old Mr. Feeley was about yielding up his son to justice had it not been for the untimely interferrence of a leading Lucanite, who told the old man he could fix it all right with the constable. The old, old story was told again of "a dacint young man." "I tell yees I've known Mike since he was that high, and if it wasn't for the liquor he's as quiet as a lamb."
These Biddulph "lambs," however, have for years kept the community in an uproar, and they now find to their terror they have a "lion" to deal with, and one who is proof against sophistry and corruption. "Can't yees settle it between yees?" has lost its charms, and the expression is no longer potent in Lucan.