Motion Picture Story Magazine (Aug 1911-Jan 1912)

ARRAH-NA-POGUE 43 mornin', on Derrybawn, not five minnits after I lift his car, I was waylaid and robbed. Who but Shaun knew that I had the rints of Hollywood in me pocket? Who but him knew the hour an' place I cud be caught?" "Robbed, an' by Shaun?" cried Arrah. "What cud he want wid yer dirthy money?" "Sure, he'd want it for ye!" answered Feeny, showing his yellow teeth. Arrah 's indignation was at white heat. ' * Look here, man ! ' ' she demanded, producing the bills Beamish had given her. "D'ye see that? It isn't money w%, want ! " And Feeny looked with his ferret eyes upon the bills that he had lost, and saw his own name on the back of one. He rubbed his hands with satisfaction; he had struck a scent. "Now," continued Arrah, "ye see we dont want yer money, nor yer company, either ! There 's your road ; it 's waitin' fer ye. Good marnin'!" With that, she went into the cottage and slammed the door. Certain as he was that Shaun had robbed him, Michael Feeny wished to make sure that he was within the cottage. He stooped and applied his eye to the keyhole. ' ' Yis ; there he is. Now I see him, ' ' he muttered. "An' do ye feel him, ye spyin' vagabone?" cried Shaun, coming up from behind and administering a kick. As Feeny turned in fear, Shaun seized him and threw him to the ground. "What's this?" quavered Feeny. "Shaun! I thought — I mane — ain't ye inside the cabin?" " No ; I dont find it convaynient to be in two places at oncet," was the sarcastic reply. Arrah appeared at the door, looking agitated. "What's the matter?" she asked. "It's only a mistake," answered Feeny, squirmingly. "I thought Shaun was inside there wid yersilf — didn't ye tell me he was?" "No, I didn't," she snapped. "I was thinkin' ye said 'twas he give ye all the money ye showed me." "What money is he talkin' about ? ' ' asked the bewildered Shaun. "Ah, niver mind him," said Arrah, coaxingly, with a baleful glance at Feeny. "Oh, tare an' ages! I smell a rat!" he muttered exultantly. "There's a man hidin' widin there that Shaun knows nothin' about. Oh> Arrah Meelish ! I have ye now ! You despise me, do ye? Well, I'll bring ye down to me feet, low as I am ! We '11 see what ye like best round yer purty neck — me arms or the felon's rope, me jewel!" ' ' May swate bad luck go wid ye ! " Shaun called after him, as he shuffled away, laughing to himself. "Ah, niver mind him, dear!" repeated Arrah. "It's thrue what he said about the money, an' here it is, Shaun. A prisint I got on me widdin ' day." "Bank notes!" exclaimed Shaun. "Yes, indade; it was one of the good people that give it to me, an' he told me not to till ye a word about it for three days — thim's the conditions I resaved wid it." "Well, that's an aisy way of raisin' money," commented Shaun. "Three days ? Can ye git anny more of it on the same condition? Make it so, me dear, an' divil a word I'll ax!" And laughingly they went about their preparations for the wedding, with never a thought for the accusations and the veiled threats of the vindictive Feeny. That creature of unpleasant motives and dark purposes gloated over his discovery, as he shambled over the road on the way to the barracks with his information. Major Coffin was so impressed that he immediately took Feeny to acquaint Colonel 0 'Grady with the news that the mysterious French emissary, whose presence in the neighborhood had been reported, had at last been run to earth. Now, the Colonel was not at all in sympathy with this spying on, and