Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1912-Jan 1913)

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50 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE slip; an' while the masther got off, I led them after me to St. Bridget's. Afther I got them two shots out of them I rouled down an' lay as quiet as a sack of petaties." "Arte and Moya were in the ruins ? ' ' asked Claire. "They were standin' by, an' thryin' to screech blue murder. 'Stop their mouths!' said a voice, that I knew was Kinchela's. Sullivan an' if you plaze, to folly up the blackguards that have hoult of Moya an' Miss O'Neal." ' ' Here comes your mother, with the mourners," said Claire. "Hoo! She'll find some of the whiskey gone," laughed Conn, as he hastily went back to his shutter. Almost as great a surprise as Conn's resurrection was the sudden appearance of Robert. THE SUPPOSED CORPSE NEARLY SPOILS THE WAKE Reilly whipt them up an '/ put them on a car that was waitin' outside. Afther that, sorra a thing I remember till I found myself laid out on a shutter, wid candles all around me." "And you let your poor ould mother believe you dead?" asked Father Dolan, reproachfully. "Would you have me spile a wake, afther invitin ' all the neighbors ? " retorted Conn. "Then I remembered the polis would be wantin' me for the share I had in helping the masther to break jail. An' I want to be dead, "What brings you back?" asked Father Dolan, in alarm. "The news I heard on board the schooner," he answered. "The Fenian prisoners are pardoned." "A pardon!" exclaimed Claire, delightedly. She embraced Robert again and again, and clung to him as if fearful of losing him. "I congratulate you, sir," said Captain Molineux. "Oh, by Jove! A light breaks in upon me — Kinchela knew of this pardon. I '11 go to Bally ragget House at once. ' '