The story
“Kathleen is distraught. She is betwixt the between. For the life of her the pretty colleen doesn’t know whether to accept that bold Irish lad, Terence, or to fly to the wealthy squire who promises to give her jewels, a coach-and-four and a townhouse in Dublin. Terence, the bold devil, will not brook ‘no’ for an answer and declares that with his trusty blackthorn he will crack the squire’s sconce. Fearful that her rustic sweetheart will do what he says, Kathleen has a troubled sleep. She dreams that she is made the victim of a mock marriage and that Terence, convicted of murder, is sent to the gallows. She sees herself disgraced and laughed at by the squire’s servants, and there flashes through her fevered brain the picture of Terence swinging beneath the new moon on the gallows near Dublin with the crows a-pickin’ all roundabout. In tears she springs from her bed to find Terence’s rosy face at the lattice. And through grilled window lips meet lips and Terence makes terrific vows of eternal love and constancy. The squire? Well, like the mare with the swollen fetlock at the Donnybrook horse show, the squire ‘got the gate’ when next he called.”
Summary from Reel Life · 7 March 1914



