The Anderson daily intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson, S.C.) 1914-1915, 1915-05-01

4 cottage on the banks or tue
river SUR aud g;ized ex-
pectnntly down the winding roadway
leading into the heart of Tipperary.
She made pretty picture as the late
afternoon sun cast melIowing glow
over her delicate textures anu waving
black hair which 'nd won for her the
reputation OF being ''the prettiest col.
leen for 100 miles or more"
Molly. watching for the arrival Of
Patrick Rooney, who had been the
playmate OF her youth. was guyly ex-
cited. and vet II vague fureboding
would now nnd again cause II sugges-
tiun of sadness In her eyes and II faint
line to mar her SHOW white forehead.
: She loved I'atrict-was. In fact,
practically engaged to him-und the
anger of Michael Mnloney. another loug
time acquaintance. mt this circumstance
was nm element that brought the first
real cloud into her cnre free life. Mi
chael had long cOurted Molly and had
the advantage OF being warmly IA
v0red in his suit by Molly's father.
He had failed. however, 10 break down
the air of reserEawh Molly had per;
siStently maintained toward him.
Molly knew the high spirited charac
ter of the two yrIinS men and realized
that the crisis in the home rule situa-
tion would further complicate matters.
as Michael. like her father, was u
stanch h0me rule advocate. and Fat
rick was Il member of the Nationalist
volunteers. who advocated the cause of
the UIsierinen.
Suddenly voice interrupted her rev.
cries.
Its no good you're bringing to your
self or to my house." and Molly's gray
haired father came into the room. "Ye
will bring u curse OH us all. that ye
will. with your loyemaking with that
traitor to our holy cause" The old
man clinched his fists and gazed bitter
~ at the girl.
Molly spoke slowly. the deepest sor-
row in her tones,
My dear old daddy. you are all the
world to. me, and yct-yct cannot give
UP Patrick. 1t would kill me to have
to do 1t. Don't nsk me to. because
The quaint bronze knocker on the
door OF the MolIoy home changed loud
~. and Molly. n radiant smile sweep.
Ing across her face. hastened to open
the door. She knew Patrick's knock.
She knew that he had arrived.
In his uniform of Nationalist sol
dier and with his brightly polished ride
Patrick. straight as forest pine. rnade
a figure that Molly was not alone in
admiring among the village girls.
Bnt 1t was with disgust thnt the IN
ther turned away. from the proffered
hand.
I've just been drilling over at Car
rick.on.Suir''ahe said. .nnd things seem
tn be getting worse md worse. Why.
only yesterday ut Tempiernorc three
home rule supporters were shot by
'Trnitors:.' broke in Molloy savage
ly, and he started 10 the door. where
khockilg was again heard. In a mo-
ment the atrOug. y.brant voice OF
Michael MnIonsy was heard extending
u greeting to Molly's father.
The giFi started toward Patrick In
terror.
&c at onee.ss, she pleaded. (
No. was ilio tirm response: Ell
NOT be tho one ,o run away" s
The father and Michael entered, only
to- see the couple In each others arms
In fond embrace.
.'Yon cnr- cried the newcomer ven,
omously. +, s 4 4
at this Insult Patrick thrust the girl
from him and seized hlsrisie! Mlehaei
&C the same time rushed nj hin, with
, \ heavy Blnckgiiorn walking stick
) which he habitiiaiiy carried.
Father ani daughter sprane 10 nra.
yenr Ii .clnsh
sDon't for my saEe.' Molly fairly
screatned.
The men sliiisiied, md ns Molly led
raitirk su a chair, ..se cvtfage door
burst open with Il hang. startling the
assemtllage Almost hreashiess. eyes
starring ind wayiiig 4 Heivspapef 10 his
hand there was snapper Kelly, 4 near
nv farmer,
War WAR Ens.y he cried. and
thrust the payer Under lie eyes Of his
spnailed ncIghhofs Thefe In display
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