Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

42 THE MOTION PICTURE STORY MAGAZINE Tullabogue. There the ceremony of marriage will be performed; and before daylight, we shall be on board a French craft, now lying off Brayhead, awaiting my signal/ ' With a final embrace, she cantered away, and Beamish went by devious paths toward the cottage of Arrahna-Pogue. He reached it soon after sun-up, but, early as it was, Arrah had already had a caller. Which fact, perhaps, was not so astonishing, considering that it was Arrah 's wedding-day, and the early caller was the prospective bridegroom, Shaun the Post — the cheeriest, wittiest, most likable young chap in all the countryside. ' ' What brings ye here at all ? Did ye think annybody was wantin' ye?" asked Arrah, with a toss of her curly head and a flash of her dark eyes. "Iss, indeed/' answered the lovepossessed Shaun. "Ses I, 'There's that colleen all alone wid the cow to milk, an' the pigs to feed, an' the chickens; an' the big barn bey ant to get clane an' swate by the evenin' for the widdin' tonight, an' not a haporth of help she'll take from anny mortal. I'll go an' give her a lift.' " "Go an, thin," answered Arrah, giving him the milk-pails, " an ' drive the cows up from the field beyant. An' maybe whin ye are back, I'll have a hot whatemale cake on the griddle to stop yer mouth wid. ' ' When Shaun had disappeared, Beamish emerged from behind a clump of bushes. "Has he gone?" he asked. "Oh, Master Beamish, it goes sore agin' me to be desavin' the poor b'y this way. Isn't it better to lit him know that it's yerself that's in it?" pleaded the girl. "My dear Arrah!" exclaimed Beamish, "if I were discovered in your cabin, you know the penalty you would pay for the shelter and protection you have offered the rebel." "Ah, sir," she insisted, "but sure Shaun would lay down his life for ye." "Is it not enough that you should live with the halter round your neck, without including Shaun 's foolish head in the same rope? Now, hold out your hands." "What's this?" "It is my wedding gift; the marriage portion you will bestow on Shaun this day." "Bank notes! But, sir, why wud I take this from yersilf, an' ye so poor?" "Sure, if I were rich," laughed Beamish, "there would be less pleasure in giving it to you, goose!" "But how will I tell Shaun that I came by so much money?" she asked dubiously. "Answer no questions for three days," he cautioned. "Then I shall be in France, and you may tell him all." He stepped into the cottage. Arrah looked after him with a prayer in her grateful heart, but her tender thoughts immediately took flight at the sound of Feeny's voice. "Where's Shaun?" he asked, with his malicious leer. "How wud I know?" was her short rejoinder. "Aisy, now, Arrah! As I came on the top av the hill, I saw ye both on this spot togither." "Did ye? I hope the sight was plazin' to ye, sir!" said Arrah, with magnificent contempt. "An' as I turned the corner there, I saw the tail av his coat as he wint intil the cabin. Ah, Arrah! it's the bad luck that is on me intirely this day. There's yersilf, that I love wid all me heart -" "That's not savin' much," she broke in. "Well," he whined, "I'm a poor thing intirely; but maybe ye '11 repint the hour ye made so little of me, for I can wait, me darlint, I can wait! An' to thim that waits, their time comes round, an' whin mine comes, I'll make ye feel a little of what I feel now ! ' ' "If Shaun heard thim words," said Arrah, warningly, "he'd have to answer fer yer life!" "Lit him answer first fer me money!" snarled Feeny. "This