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THE
MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
Vol. II
OCTOBER
No. 9
The Colleen Bawn
(Kalem, in Ireland)
By STELLA MACHEFERT
From the Drama of Dion Boncicault
The blue waters of Killarney Lakes, with all their mirrored mountains, all their islands clothed in softly massed arbutus, reflected no fairer image than that of Tore Cregan, the baronial estate of the Cregans. With its hilly sweeps of woodland, its oozy stretches of bogs and its fertile farm lands, it formed a possession that might well kindle the eye with admiration and rouse envious longings in the breast of the passing traveler.
But the fair prospect of Tore Cregan was as a poisoned cup of nectar to the mistress of its hall and lands. She alone, of the family, knew of the heavy mortgage that threatened to wrest from its owners the ancestral home with all its ties and associations. The only hope of retaining the estate lay within the power of the handsome young Hardress Cregan, the scion of his race; and that he would retrieve their wasted fortune she never doubted. In truth, motherlike, she had had all her plans laid before Hardress had left college and had maneuvered an
engagement between him and his cousin, Anne Chute.
It was a very comfortable family arrangement all around : the young folks had grown up together and were fond of each other ; they made a handsome couple, and that boded well for the future Cregan stock, which had always made a boast of its fine men and its lovely women. Then, what most pleasantly colored the Mother Cregan 's view of the affair, was the fact that Anne's fortune was of such proportions as to lift the mortgage from Tore Cregan.
But all her careful plans were as chips in the Avind when Hardress set eyes upon Eily O'Connor. "The Colleen Bawn," she was called, and a lovelier face and a more graceful form were not to be found in all Minister. The Colleen Bawn was an enchanting vision, from the crown of rippling chestnut hair to the shapely feet so ingenuously exposed by the saucy short skirt of the Kerry costume. Within the charming head there was not much wisdom and there
COLLEEN BAWN ROCK
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