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THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE
HARDRESS MEETS THE COLLEEN BAWN AND WOOS HER
was less book lore, but what the head lacked was made up by a warm and generous heart.
Hardress wooed the simple maid with all the impetuous warmth of his young Celtic blood. And Bily, loving him in a shy, adoring way, could scarce believe her good fortune when he asked for her hand, and so they were quietly married. It was easy to persuade her to keep the marriage secret— she did not aspire to a place by his side in his world. So Hardress confided her to the care of old Sheelah Mann and her hunchback son, Danny. Their humble hut was within a few steps of a quaint little thatched cottage that perched on a rocky point jutting out into the lake, opposite Tore Cregan, and this cottage became the nest of the young bride, from which, after dark, signals were flashed back and forth from a window in the cottage and one in the hall. And, in the deep silence of the night, the smooth bosom of the lake was ruffled by the passing of a boat, as
the young husband stole across to the welcoming arms of his Colleen Bawn. While this charming romance was transforming the beautiful banks of Killarney into a Garden of Eden for Eily, Mrs. Cregan was sheltered in the conviction that events were marching toward the fruition that she had so wisely ordained. She would have preferred a trifle more demonstration and eagerness on the part of the engaged couple, and she deplored the attitude of Kyrle Daly, a college chum of Hardress, who was his guest for a few days. This Kyrle Daly was entirely too ardent in his address when with Anne Chute. He was a very attractive man, larger and more forceful than Hardress, and the dashing, breezy, witty Anne appeared not to discourage his attentions; all of which the watchful mother considered good grounds for offering a word of warning. Her opportunity came when she overheard a conversation between Hardress and his friend. They had strolled out into the garden