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By Frank Filson.
Father O'Brien gaye me a big
wink when I had outlined my
scheme to him. There wasn't a
better sport than the Father in
all the parishes round, and when
it was a case of marrying a couple
he'd move heaven and earth to
bring it about. But the next time
He Scowled at Me and I Scowled
I went to see him there was no
difficulty at all. I had caught
Mary O'Toole's heart on the
bounce and she wasn't the girl to
go back on' her word not she.
Some people said it was a shab
by trick to play, but I say a man's
justified in using any means he
can to win the woman he loves.
&nd didn'i J Iqvs Marg ha4n'j I
loved her for years until that
thundering limb of a Terence
MacShane came along and stole
her heart out of my keeping?
Mary and I had been born in
the same week of the same year,
and they say that when my father
learned I was a boy he called Phil
O'Toole into his bit of a parlor,
first putting out the pig, because
he wouldn't bring company into
" 'Tis a boy I'm after having,
Bill," my father said. "What do
you say to making a match of it
between him and your girl?"
"I'm agreeable," says Phil
O'Toole, draining off his glass of
poetheen that never saw a gov
ernment stamp. And so it was
ratified, and nobody ever expect
ed that it would turn out any dif
ferent. We might have been twenty or
a bit more when Terence Mac
Shane comes riding in from Lim
erick and sees Mary and dis
mounts to ask for a glass of milk.
I was away then, minding the
still bad cess to the government.
We had to keep it running down -in
the bog lands where the smoke
wouldn't rise above the mists, ;
because there were government
people all over Munster.
When I came back a few days
later I found Terence sitting, c
bold as brass, in Mary's cottage,
and her very close to him and lis
tening to all his gabble. When :
she saw me she started away,
confused and guilty like,' but I
didn't take notice of the girl.
"Won't you come out where t
the un' sfeining and take your I