_Blithero Pat_ (_still continuing in the same tone_). Shaun told me to tell ye, Mrs. M'Gann, that he was coming home the way he'd kill ye entirely. _Jeremiah_ (_starting up quickly, as the others recoil in horror_). We must stop him. He's coming by the bog, ye said, Pat? _Blithero Pat._ Ay! Be the bog it is. _Aloysius._ Come on, all of ye! [_Exeunt hastily all but_ Blithero Pat _and the Stranger_. [Blithero Pat _chuckles softly. He then addresses the Stranger in a hoarse whisper._ _Blithero Pat._ Divil the bit he's comin' be the bog. He's comin' be the cross-roads. [_The Stranger makes no reply._ Blithero Pat _laughs hideously and goes out_. [Footnote 1: A Connemara word signifying blind.] SCENE III. [_The same. The air is heavy with the scent of stout._ Mrs. M'Gann _sits before the fire. She still peels potatoes. The Stranger is almost concealed behind grandfather clock number four, from the shelter of which he peers nervously at the window, which has returned to its original position. A heavy step is heard outside._ _Mrs. M'Gann_ (_starting up in terror_). That's Shaun's step! [_The door is kicked open and_ Shaun _enters. He is fairly far gone in drink. As he looks at her she backs a step or two and stares at him wildly. He kicks over grandfather clock number one, which is evidently damaged by the fall, as it commences to strike wildly and insistently._ _Mrs. M'Gann._ Shaun! [_He staggers over and looks at her closely for a moment. Then he catches her by the throat, hurls her to the ground, and begins to kick her savagely. He laughs as he kicks her, for at heart he is not a bad-natured man. She gradually becomes still. At last he stops and looks at her._ _Shaun._ Mary! (_A pause. Then in a louder tone, with a note of alarm in his voice_) Mary! [_He looks at her for two minutes in a dazed way and then staggers out of the room. The Stranger, who until this moment has not said a word, does not speak now. Grandfather clock number one continues to strike insistently._ CURTAIN. * * * * * [Illustration: SCENE--_Village Concert--Squire's turn to sing._ _Official._ "'OPE YOU GETS ON ALL RIGHT, SIR. IT'S BEEN FAIRLY GOOD OOP T' NOW."] * * * * * "The first brick of the structural work was laid on Tuesday, Jan. 6th, and is proceeding rapidly."--_Clacton Times._ Destination unknown. * * * * * [Illustration: THE MASCOT CRAZE: A CUP-TIE OF THE FUTURE.] * * * * * IVORY.