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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
Suddenly 11 voice Interrupted lier rev
"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
"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
"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
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
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
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
"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
"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
"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
"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
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
"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
"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.
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
"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
"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
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
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
"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
"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
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
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." .
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
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
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
"D-n you!"' he shrieked.
The men clinched, then broke tho
clinch mid hammered one another un
"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
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
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
i sjj Br -
i I IT^stsB^
"aa sra* BSJUTHSBL"
I written bis letter after, that memora
l b ? night or the fight with Maloney in
, Kbe speedily wrote Paddy the .ol
! lowing epistle:
"My daor old Irish Paddy, my Irish Pad
' 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
The two rivals for the hand of Molly
Molloy gazed nt each other In niunxe
"I heard you were killed." said Pat
"I thought yon were dend." answer
"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
"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
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
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?
"What do you menu?" gasped Pat
"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
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.