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HTS A LC WAY TO T A NOVELETTE ? STIRRING MOVUfi OF THE SAM BY FREDERICK R.TOOMBS READ THIS THRILLING LOVE MOVING PICTURES ENACTED Copyright, 1911 b FIRST EPISODE, The Rivals Clash. MOLLY MOLLOY aloud io tho window or her father's little "?.ottnge on the hunks of the river Suir ?iud 'pixed ex pectantly down the winding roadway lending Into the lienrt uf Tipperary. She rando n pretty picture ns the late nfternoou sun cast n mellowing glow over her delicate features and UKivlfig black tinir which hud won fur her the r?putation ur being "the prettiest col leen for 100 miles or inore.'' Molly, watching fur thc arrival of Dntrlck Rooney, who had been the playmate of der youth, was guyly ex cited, ami yet n vague foreboding would now und again cause ?1 .sugges tion ot sadness lu lier eyes nnd n mint line to umr her snow white forehead. . Shu loved ' Patrick-was. in fact, practically encaged to him-and the unger of Michael Maloney, another long time acquaintance, nt this circumstance was nu element that brought (he first real cloud into her care free lire. Mi chael bad long courted Molly nud Und the advantage of being warmly fa vored in his suit by Molly's father. He bad foiled, however, to break down tbe Hir or r*xi>r&*?wj)k?b .Molly hud per-, slstently mnintuined toward him. Molly knew tbe high spirited charac ter of thu two yming men mid realized that tho crisis lu the home rule situa tion would further comp?lente matters, ns Michael, like her father, was u stanch home rule advocate, and Pat rick was ii member of the Nationalist volunteers, who advocated the cause of the Ulstermeu. Suddenly 11 voice Interrupted lier rev eries. "It's no good you're bringing to your self or to my house." mid Molly's gray haired father came into tile room. "Ye will bring u curse on us nil. that ye will, with your lovemaking with that traitor to our holy cause." The old man clinched his lists and gazed bitter ly at the giri. Molly spoke slowly, the deepest sor row lu her tones: "My dear old dnddy. yon nre nil the world to me, and yet-yet 1 cannot give up Patrick, lt would kill me to have to do IL Don't ask me to. because" The qualut bronze knocker on the door of tho Molloy homo clanged loud ly, and Molly, a radiant smile' swt-oi lng across ber face, hastened to open tbe door. She knew Patrick's knock. She knew that he lind arrived. lp bis uniform of a Nationalist sol dier and with his brightly polished rifle Patrick, straight ns a forest pine, rondo a figure that Molly waa not alouo in admiring among the village girls. Rut it was with disgust that the fa ther turned away from the proffered hand. "I've Just been drilling over at Cnr rlck-oiiSuir," be said, "and tilings seem to be getting worse nud worse. Why. ouly yestenlny ut Templemore three home rule supportera were shut by" "Trnltorar* broke In Molloy savage ly. nod he started to the door, where knock lui,' was nguiu heard. lu a ino meut the strong, vibrant voice ot Michael Maloney was heard extending M greeting to Molly's fut ber. The giri started toward Patrick in terror. "CG at oncer' she pleaded. "No." was tho ti rm 'respouse: "I'll bot be ibo one (0 run away." The father and Michael entered,only tu aee the couple in euch other's arma in fond embrace. "You curr' cried the newcomer ven omously. . At tilts Insult Patrick 1 brunt thc girl from bim and seized bis 'rifle. Michael at the same time rushed nt him with n heavy blackthorn walking stick which he habitually carried. Father mid daughter sprang to pro vent n .clash. "Don't for my sake:" Molly fairly screamed. The men subsided, and ns Molly ted Patrick tu a chair .'..e collage door hurst open with n hang, startling the assemblage. Almost breathless, eyes staring nnd waving a newspaper <" hin hand, there waa Snapper Kelly, a near by farmer. > "Wari War! Wa?f he cried, and thrust tbe paper under tbe eyes of appall^ nelfrbtiors.. There in diapir headlines wax the following; tASED OH THE ' 6 PICTURE FEATURE E TITLE STORY AND THEN SEE THE BY PROMINENT PLAYERS. T I'ftthe Frere?. .LONDON DISPATCHKS STATE TUAT G KUM ANY HAS UECLAJtEU WAU ON ENGLAND. KHAN CE ANO RUSSIA! KECHU ITS WANTED A L ONCE!" "Great Iicnvons!" ejaculated Molloy. "We're at war iit homo mid ut war uhrond. What are tilings coming to? ls the world coming to an end':" Moth Maloney and Rooney stood si lent for a moment, st tidy In^ the dire nows. Molly cowered into II comer clasping lier blinds nervously. Tills wns a situation for fhe men folks alone to handle. Filially Rooney, with n grave countenance, answered the old limn. "No. It's not the end of the world." lie said in low tones, "but it's the end of my fighting against home rule-until tue Germans are defeated. My rifle will not be pointed against Irishmen now. but ngnlust tho enemies of the empire. Sure. I'm going to Join the army nt once." Maloney threw back his bend reso lutely. "Suro I'm for the same thing." he said. "Great Britain first ub"ve nil things. 1 guess, home mle can wait awhile for nil o' me." As Molly's father heard the state ments of the two young men be sighed disappointedly uud glanced from ope to the "other. "I'm sorry I'm too old to go meself. lie (iually said. "I know the country needs all the men lt cnn get." Then he Btared fixedly nt Rooney. "Rut ns for you. 1 hope you go to war and never come bnck. 1 don't want you ever to come Into my house again." He turned away from Rooney and (.toi med out of the room. The porting between Molly and Pat rick was n most affecting one. The girl broke down utterly nt the tbourut "no NOT oo, san PUADED. of her loved one exposing himself to tho dangers of the greatest war of sll time. "Do not go." she pleaded. "But I'll writ?, to you. my bonny col leen,"'he reassured ber, "end let yon know that I'm nil right." "I feel that I'll never see you ngsln." she sobbed, casting ber arms around bis neck. "I see-I see n great black shadow coming between us. 1-1- want to go with you-to be nenr you. I could go ss n norse." Pntrlck finally .?..eceeded In (piloting lier and bede her rn rowell. Maloney overtook him on tbs road way. "You nod 1 will probably be In the same regiment. Paddy Rooney," he said ?nee ri ugly, "ont before we go I'm go*ag to pire you a good licking." Ho advanced menacingly on Rooney. The latter clashed with bim. and while the rivals exchanged vicious blows a frightened figaro came, fluttering to ward them, ber black bair streaming in the wind. "Slop it: stop!", she cried, and Molly mrhed bit ween 'them. Tbs men sep arated, and Molly fell fainting tate Patrick a anns. "You'll be tbe dent li o' ber." choked Rooney, "rou scoundrel!" Tenderly be supported ber limp form until ?be regained consciousness, rf hilo Moloney, with n malignant toue. said threateningly UR be departed: "I'll nettle . ?RS with you. Rooney, wben there uren t any woman folks around to protect your dainty Wittie self. You'll never win Molly Molloy. not ns long UM there's a breath left In the body of Mike Maloney." The scene nt the recruiting ellice In the town of Tipperary became a busy one within forty-eight hours after war was deda ml. From even the borders vf the great waste Hog of Allen the men came, mid they were the hurdy men who fought with their human muscles the fight against the forces of nature that mnde it supremely difficult to wrest from Mother Karth the pear that earned them their livelihood. They were weak In earning CM pd etty, but strong in the sense of duty to their empire. Colonel Downs, in charge of the re cruiting, had with him Captain Wilkes and Lieutenant Smithers. Seated ou a plntform. they greeted the recruits mid pince?] before them the army's od?ela I recruiting book, which every so coaled "rookie" bad t?t sign. A multitude had gathered in the Tip perary town hall, which had liecn turn ed luto a recruiting station, when Pat rick Rooney strode In. Hu Had til* rifle with liiiu and 'JOn rounds ot am munition. A long row of friends and acquaintances had drawn up In a line, l??ving a clear entrance to the plat form where Colonel Downs was pre siding. "I'm for i country mid for roy? king." announced Rooney boldly. "I nm here with a gnu, -IK) rounds of inn munition and a stout heart for Britain, he she Hugltsh. Irish or Scotch or Welsh. Brita in is nil four In one United we stand, and divided we will be the prey for any powerful foreign government that ls the foe of edina lion, advancement and freedom!" Colonel Dowus arose from his seat on the recruiting station platform mid advanced to the edge of lt. "Young man." he said. "Welcome to the righting supporters ot lils majesty's govern mer.? ." As Rooney moved forward and nfflx rd bis linnie to the recruiting roll an other figure appeared. Michael Malo ney lt was. He also signed lils name to serve for Britain and Its king, Put rick, hailed by the multitude and pass ing muong the cheering crowds, found himself suddenly hinted. A young girl threw her arms tensely about him. "You must not go away. Y"ou must not," she hysterically exclaimed. But Patrick, with Grin resolution, burt him though it did to the depths of bis heart, forced Molly Molloy gently away "from bim and went forward to the railroad train which was to carry bim away, perhaps forever, from the Tip parary that he loved so well. All the while he realized, did Pnddy Rooney, that Michael Maloney was on the same traln-thut they were both In the same regiment, and flint both would spend days and nights In Lon don before being sent to the (Iring line. Fach man knew that their quarrel must come to a conclusion-n violent ene too-before either saw the" hills and dells of lovely Tipperary again. SECOND EPISODE. li London Town. IT Was a merry night lu the cafe of the Hotel Hanson, lu Loudon. The hour when, under the law. the lights should be dimmed, bad passed. After theater part lea were ac the height of gnyety, and many sol diers were lhere to enjoy the last hours of ease and freedom. Suddenly a loud exclamation was beard: ' "The cowardly hegt ir. be sore should be making merry and drinking wine, but he's thinking about some girl miles and miles away, 1 know." Two variety performers, girls of a vivacious type, turned toward the table at which Michael Maloney pointed. They bad cost Michael many dollars, and consequently were looking for new Heids to conquer fearing that be might have no more. They saw Paddy Roo ney gazing steadfastly, even, mourn fully, nt a .metal mounted ob;? ct, while tbe orchestra plnyed n tune which was then becoming widely popular because of the war.' Marie, newly elevated from tbe posi tion of chorus girl to show gtrl at the Gaiety, Jumped quietly to her feet and tiptoed to the table whee the sad faced young soldier sac Seizing Hie article which he held in bis band, she glanced at lt momentarily and then brandished it aloft lu a bejeweled hand before the occupants of the ad joining table. They saw lo a glided frame the photograph of a buxom young maiden, black haired and black eyed, who wa? immediately known to Michael Maloney, ino jovial host of tbe evening, to be vine other than Molly Molloy. "Tlie wratb o' the saints be on ye!" snouted Patrick s? ibo treasured me mento of Molly's loveliness left bis hnnds. Springing te bia feet, he turned and saw that tbs baled Michael Malo ney bad risen from the nearby table and was standing with S dripping glass, of champagne In his band. * "He's-s-hotneslcL- baby." hlecottgb ed Maloney. "He's-n - worry tn'-lie- ts -about tb-gttrrl-I lor-behln'-rne." lu tlie loud guffaw which followed Pnddy started In wild rage across to the in bte behind which Maloney Was standing. Bur Marie was quicker than be. Rho darted toward him and threw 'her ann nbor.t him. nt the same time pressing the pMogrsph Into hts hand Paddy poshed her from him and placed the precious reminder of day? past tn 'bte pocket. "I men?t no brinn." tit? xftrl sali. Paddy nm riv? I lo Murgo forward again nc ibu iM-ornfiil Maloney, wbeii the or chestra hegHit playing once more, and tlie audience jollied la sluging these words: Ifs . long way to Tipperary; it's a long wt y to go. It'a a long way to Tipperary, to tho sweetest giri I know; Goodby Piccadilly, farawell Leicester eauar? i It'a a long, long woy te Tipparary, but my haart ? right thora." Paddy hutted and bowed his bend. He drew from lils pocket the picture of Molly and struggled to keep back thc tears that welled Info his eyes. Then Marney's companions laughed In their glee un Paddy Kooney sank Into lils ebnlr to tinten to the lust Rt rainy of the sung that was ringing lu his ear* "lt's a long, long way to Tipparary, but my heart'* right thora." But a few minutes had passed after the inu-;li' lind ?cased when n porten tous cniumutiou occurred iu the cufe. *1 at RAM NO Ba RU," sm: MAID. A high commissioned ottlcer of the liri tish army \v:u seen mn King lils woy thrungli i lie smoky, drink seemed room. "Men nf t',c Mrltish defense." the of ficer xunpiH'd with tniitied preclnlon in rront ?>. Hie tables where snt Maloney, llooi i ey and other uniformed followers .if King <Jeorge. "you. are to re|s?rt nt once to the command of Colonel Cal vert nt the southwest entrance to Hyde park. Tomorrow at noon you will be entrained to gu to Duvet' aud rrom which port yon will cross ibe channel to. Calulu." Michael Malonee's" party broke up speedily, mid ita members walked out. complaining nt (lie summary procedure of the British authorities. Through auother doorway Patrick Kooney wnlked nut alone and trans versed the darksome sidewalks of the Strand. Paddy 'was tn a dangerous mood. His drawn lips, set jaws nnd twitching lingers would bare shown that'to any one who bad been r.hlc to photograph him by menus ufa flashlight that night as Pe hurried to the encampment at H yd-' part: with the thought or Michael Maloney mid of Molly Molloy spurling his brain Into action. And Michael Maloney whispered ta himself as he sank Into grateful slum tier lu bis tent but a few yards away: "I'll wlu and wed Molly Molloy If 1 Ure through this war; and tbat's all 1 want to live for." . THIRD EPISODE Ol the Firing Life. FOR dava the allies bad been pushing toward the banka ol the tiver Aisne, where n de claire conflict with thc com bined Teutons and Austrians waa cer tain to occur. Infantry and cavalry by'the hundred thousand Bled through ruint '. deserted villages day and night. Light mid heavy field artillery lumbered nnd grumbled and groaned over the mud boles and the ruts mark ing the highways. Miles of commis sary wagons ona armored nu.omobile* -equipped with bloodthirsty mitrail leuses, spitting hundreds of steel nosed messengers of death a minute, wende') their way up hill nnd down valley, here nnd nguiu paaslug through pitiful line? of Delglau refugee*. Hagged, starvins old met: and wnme" nod ragged, marv lug little, children they were, miserable remriauts of n nation swept remonte leasly tat? the (nunan scrap heap by the grim panoply of war. Creaking trucks carrying neroplane? and hydroplanes for i*M aviation corps; othes benriug tinge boats for ?we io building pontoon bridge?: load nftei load of fodder tor the horses; ambu lances bearing the wounded to pince* of shelter ima rn rv: groups ed i lern looking officers with their decoratloti won in gory conflict: swarthy mee from the African tropics nnd the hymn singing warriors rrom nott hern Scot land's Icy mount*1?:?!-all these were parts of that vast onward moving na semblase on which depended ?he rate of natlous apd races and world govern ments. And stoma In lt all were Patrick Koo ney Snd Michael Maloney, stalwart? ot the drat lina In tbe Tipperary guards. Colonel Downs minmnndnur. -, Finally came the night before the hattie or the Bridge of Napoleon ill. Tba orders were to assault the (Imnau trenches at 5 a.m. Arnum* the marv f?tm of ?be guards all w*t? merry ex cept Paddy Rooney. The men of bia comps ny. led in ?he singing by Mi chael, cent reverberating through the surrounding forent tue strains- of the song lie loved KO well: lt'? a long, long way to Tipparary, but my heart'? right thor?. He could stund I? no louder. Placing his knapsack on lils knees, he ant In the tuckering campfire light and wrote to Molly. Mike Maloney, noticing this action, tiptoed toward Paddy nud, reaching forward, snatched the half finished letter from the hitter's bands. Triumphantly Mike dashed back, and while several of the soldiers held Tad dy, Mike rend aloud tho roughly scrib bled words: Dearest Molt}*-- Very soon we our? Will hav? the bissest brittle of the war. 1 don't know whether 1 will come out of ft alive or not, so, my sweetheart colleen, 1 write to say goodby In case Laughter and jeers nod taunts at Pnddy enraged him. His face livid lu tho fiery glow from blazing logs, be toro himself free and rushed madly at Mike. "D-n you!"' he shrieked. The men clinched, then broke tho clinch mid hammered one another un mercifully. "What's this?" a stern voice sudden ly pierced through the night. The men stopped tight lng. The spec tators fell buck before the comman dant. Colonel Downs. "Boys." the old colonel said quietly, "save your strength for the enemy. Don't wnste it on brother Irishmen. Now be ready. We march nt day break." The battle of the Bridge of Napo leon III. crossing the river ?inne will go down in history ns one of the cost liest, bitterest engagements of all time. The Germnns held tlie approaches to the structure ns well as those to other arches over the picturesque stream. The line of battle was approximately twenty miles long. British aviators hnd discovered the locution of the German trenches, in which were con cealed infantry, sharpshooters and mn. chine guns. On the Hanks the Teutons were guarded by 4'J centimeter gnus, the epochal machines of deuth which buttered into shapeless heaps of brick, marble und stone the cathedrals, pub lie buildings, costly palaces und bum ble homes of Rheims. Antwerp. Lou rain, Alost. Seuils. Nleuport, Verdun nnd a dozen other localities. The allies covered the advance of their Infantry and cnvnlry with well timed, well directed artillery tire, and the Tipperary guards soon found them selves pnst the trenches and a chief factor In the tight for the control of the bridge. The German fire was like a rain of death. Meu fell ou all sides. Many wounded dropped into the water nnd were drowued. Rooney, having penetrated to the middle of the structure, seized a de serted gatllug gun. and. lying flat on bis stomach, directed a withering Dre Into thu very faces of tbe foe. They i felt back gradually. New courage seis ed the hearts of the guards. They charged with fixed bayonets, nnd the German center was broken. Their : great battle line, twenty miles long, waa cot in two through Its very tnkl ! die. But sorrow attends each victory In war. Among tbe severely wounded was found Michael Maloney abd a ?coro of other loyal Tipperary sons. "He still breathes." said the surgeon gravely as Michael was laid on a stretcher and received the sympathetic care of Red Cross nurses. Fortunately for him bis shattered leg Improved sufficiently lu a week to per , mit bim to be Invalided borne. Molly's rather here proved himself a true friend or the younger borne rule advocate. He Insisted tbat Michael be brought to bis home, where Molly could administer to bins, the necessary cares and comforts. Tbe soldier made the most of bis opportunities to gain fnvor With Molly and was succeeding fairly well when the letter from Paddy Rooney was received. Paddy bnd re ,\r -!-1 i sjj Br - i I IT^stsB^ I Uss* B Bj B099 "aa sra* BSJUTHSBL" I written bis letter after, that memora l b ? night or the fight with Maloney in , camp.1 , Kbe speedily wrote Paddy the .ol ! lowing epistle: "My daor old Irish Paddy, my Irish Pad dy O. ' That Str. Mike Maloney wants to marry me. and so . i LJ*V? tb? RSM and warrina people or you'ii w? to Mame. For love has fairly drovs ma silly, hoping you're th? same." . * ? . . . * "Tipperary guards, once again you s re to face the demons of destruction under the most dangerous conditions." Colonel Downs lt was who spoke. It was in tbe blackness of midnight op 1 the battlefield or the Alane. Around ' him clustered sturdy survivors of tb? attack on the Bridge of Napoleon Iii. A hoarse, hearty chorus of "Aye, j ayer willi eries ef "Sure, we're wit' j you!*' Was the response. A nigh*, nt fa tl; UH n (iel man ont'.cul li 1:1-'.ru ill n stretch of woods lind been decided ou. Creeping, crawling, sliding uti their stomach*. lin? regiment stealthily mor ed Into the dung T Bone, denium sen tries were cut down by silent blade*. The (lennans, uusutpeeilug nur dan ger, were seated around a tire drink ing coffee, eating bread and telling stories of the war. Suddenly a ern sb of ride shots wns henrd. Four or tire members of tue om post foll ?lead or dying. Tbelr conuades seized guns, mid n ann guliiary conflict ensued. At Inst the survivors of tho German troop, out numbered, were dispersed In confusion. At roll call hy the finit sergeant* ot the different companies of the Tipper ary guards the name of Patrick Koo ney. Company ti, received no ?u*wer. Patrick 1 looney wa? otttclnliy Huted and published aa ..missing." Days luter. when-'llolly received tb? news, she became prostrated, tier grief waa Inconsolable. Michael sought to comfort her. lie wns now entirely well and ready to return to war. "Don't think I want to take ndvnntng? of ii soldier who muy still lie nlive." he said at parting. "PU make no more love to you until 1 rind out whether Paddy is : live or dead. I'll take my chances against him if ho ls nitre." Scouting duty fell to the lot of Michael on bia return to active service. Fleeing from a party of Germnu troop ers near Verdun who pad caught glimpses of him. Michael sought shel ter In what appeared to oe n deserted fnrtn building, in the semi darkness ho saw two ligures, lie raised bis ri fle. They nilsed their weapons. "Who are ye':" asked Michael tensely. "He's an Irish mn n sure hy bis voice." Michael heard one say to the other. -That'* good enough fer na." Ilea SSH rod. Michael lowered his rifle and stepped warily forwent. Could lt be possibleV Yea. surely enough before him were Paddy Kooney aud George Murray of the Tipperary guards! The two rivals for the hand of Molly Molloy gazed nt each other In niunxe menf. , "I heard you were killed." said Pat rick. "I thought yon were dend." answer ed Michael. "I hud n narrow escape." responded Patrick. ..George Murray nnd meself have Iteeti hiding herealioutH for week*. The Dutchmen have lieen so thick around us that we couldn't get back to our lines." "Yes. and they're after nip now. They saw me come this wny." snit! Michael, "nnd"-suddenly he paused and peered through a window-"and there they come now"' be exclaimed excitedly. The other two men followed -the di rection of M leland's gasee. Pure enough, a large scouting party of denium* wes advancing down n lilli and directly to ward the hldinjr pince. Maloney'* brain was working quick ly. Be wan struggling wltb his lunen sfblf. Finally he spoke In solemn tones "Paddy Rooney, you and I wux old time sc lund frlenr'A. You won the heart of-of- Molly-Molloy-tbe girl 1 lore too." The soldier's voice broke. "But - she -loves-you-nnd-I'm-going-to save-you." He paused, then Went on: "The Germans only saw one man come this woy. If they shoot one mau they'll peas on. The other two will lt? safe." "What do you menu?" gasped Pat rick. "1 mean Ibis, me hhoy: Pm going to go outside, if the German* cet mr. why. they get me, that's all. And Mol ly Molloy will not lose uer Paddy, i'm doing this for Molly." "Xo. nof cried Patrick, springing to ward him. But the more waa too tale. Michael swung the door open nod aped along the roadway, which wouddnlung the foot ur tbe bill. Rooney and Murray looked anxious ly through the window. They beard n voile, of rifle snots, nnd they saw Michael Maloney, private of the front muk of the Tipperary guards, fall headlong Into n ditch. Tb? scouting troopers scrambled down to the road way and turned tbe body over on Its bock to make certain that tbe man waa dead. One of them raised hui rifle find with a violent tbmst drov_- ni? glitter ing swoni bayonet through the throat of their victim. "Wir wollen es lieber machen!" (we will make aurel be grunted. Soon tho troopers disappeared lo the distance. Patrick turned to Murray, tears streaming down his cheeks. "I've beerd." be ?Mid chokingly, "that blessed is be who gives bis life for rt friend!" AFTERWORD. Yea. lt la s long, long way to Tip perary, but Paddy I toohey expects to make tb? trip na soon a? the war Is over. i,aif>*> nnd Murray made their way to ||W -?s the day after Michael M a looey's n ml me ly end. Their story of the Tipperary lad'a heroic an crt flee wa? rfrelved with many expression* ul regret and admiration from bia ronner companions in ann?. in a long letter to Molly tb? sad story wss told by Paddy, and over in tho little cottage by the emerald green banks of tb? 'river finir n beautifui young girl wltb sparkling black eyes and waring black hair la watching and walting.for her soldier hero Pad dy. And be lt known to the entire world tbe Tipperary lad ts no touger plain -Paddy Itoouey. He la now First l.leu ? tenant Patrick Rooney of Company tl. Tipperary guards. If you please. That title was the reward giren him for his gallant work tn the captors ol the Bridge of Xnpolooo Ut. mmm This Wonderful WAR PICTURE In Three Reels MONDAY MAY 3 At The NO In