Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1915-02-26

cottage on the banks Of the
river SUR and gazed eS
pectantly down the winding roadway
leading into the heart OF Tiplerary.
She made a pretty picture MS the late
afternoon sun cast a mellowing glow
over her delicate features and waving
black hair which had 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 gayly ex-
cited, and yet a vague foreboding
would now and again cause a sugges-
ton of sadness in her eyes and a faint
line to mar her snow white forehead.
She loved Patrick-was. in fact.
practically engaged to him-and the
anger of Michael Maloney. another long
time acquaintance. at this circumstance
was an element that brought the first
real cloud into her care free life. MI
chael had long courted Molly and had
the advantage of being warmly fla
vored in his suit by Molly's father.
He had failed. however, to break down
the air Of reserve which Molly had per-
~sistently maintained toward him.
Molly knew the high spirited charac-
ter of the two young men and realized
that the crisis in the home rule situa-
ton would further. complicate matters,
as Michael. like her father, was a
stanch home rule advocate, and Pat
rick was a member of the Nationalist
volunteers, who advocated the u of
the FISHERMEN.
Suddenly a 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 a curse on us all, that We
will. with your loyemaking with that
traitor to our holy cause" The old
man elinched his fists and gazed bitter
ly at the girl.
Molly spoke slowly, the deepest sor-
row In her tones:
"My lear old daddy, you are all the
world to me. and. yet-yet cannot give
up Patrick. 1t would kill me to have
to do 1t. Don't ask me to, because
The quaint bronze knocker on the
door OF the Molloy home changed loud
~, and Molly. a radiant smile sweep
ing across her face, FASTENED to open
the door. she knew Patrick's knock.
She knew that he had arrived.
In his uniform of a Nationalist sol
dier and with his brightly polished rifle
Patrick. straight as a forest pine, made
a figure that Molly was not alone in
admiring among the village girls.
But it was with disgust that the fa-
Their turned away from the proffered
hand.
1--WE just been drilling over at Car
rick-on-Suir.r he said. and things seem
to be getting worse and worse. Why,
only yesterday ut Templemore three
home rule supporters were shot by
TRAITORS broke in Molloy savage
ly. and he started to the door. where
knocking was again heard. In a mo-
ment the strong, vibrant voice of
Michael Maloney was heard extending
a greeting to Molly's father.
The girl started toward Patrick in
terror.
Go at once,' she pleaded.
mo- was the firm response; "IH
not be the one to run away"
The father and Michael entered, only
to see the couple in each others arms
in fond embrace.
"You cur!' cried the newcomer
omously.
At this insult Patrick thrust the girl
from him and seized his rifle. Michael
at the same time rushed at him with
a heavy blackthorn walking stick
which he habitually carried.
Father and daughter sprang to pre-
vent d clash.
Don't for my sake., Molly fairly
screamed.
The men subsidized, and as Molly led
Patrick to a chair the cottage door
burst open with a bang. startling the
assemblage. Almost breathless, eyes
staring and waving a newspaper in his
hand. there was Snapper Kelly. a near
by farmer.
"War. War, War;" he cried, and
thrust the paper under the eyes Of his
appalled, neighbors. There in display
headlines was the following: