The Wingham Times, 1915-06-10, Page 7June loth, ISIS
THE WINGHAM TIMES
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IVTYEART
By, •J. Hartley Manners
A Comedy of Youth Founded by Mr. Manners on Hi*
Great Play of the Same Title—Illustrations
From Photographs of the Play
Copyright. 1913, by Dodd. Mead is Company
But O'Connell thought as he looked
at her that all the suffering be had
gone through passed from him as some
hideous dream. It was worth It -
'these montbs of torture -just to be
looking at her now; worth the long
black nights, the labors in the heat of
the day with life's outcasts around
him, the taunts or his killers; worth
-all the infamy of It just to stand there
looking at her.
She bad taken his life in her two lit-
*tle bands.
He had bathed his soul all these
months in the thought of her. He had
•prayed night and day that he might
•see her standing near him just as she
was then, see the droop of her eye and
.the silk of her hair and feel the touch
-of her band and hear the exquisite
*tenderness ot her voice. He stood mute
before her.
She held out ber hand and said sim-
enly:
"Thank you for corning."
"It was good of you to let me," he
:.answered hoarsely.
"They have not broken your spirit
-or your courage?"
"No," he replied tensely; "they are
the stronger."
"1 thought they would be," she said
proudly.
All the while he was looking at the
::pale face and the thin transparency of
( her hands.
"But you have suffered too. You
. have been 111. Were you in-danger!'s
His voice had a catch of fear in it as
he asked the, to him, terrible question.
"No. It was just a fever. It is past.
I am a little weak -a little tired. Tbat
• will pass too."
"If anything had happened to your
• or ever should happen!" He, burled
his face in his hands and moaned:
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"
His' body shook with the sobs he
•-tried vainly to check. Angela put her
..hand gently on his shoulder.
"Don't do that," she whispered.
He controlled himself with an effort.
"It- will be over in a moment. Just
a moment. I am sedgy."
He suddenly knelt at her feet, his
,head bowed in reverence. "God belp
,me!" -be cried faintly. "1 love you. I
love youC"
She looked down et him, ber time
transfigured.
He loved ser!
The beat of her heart spoke It. "f -Ie
loves you!" The throbbing ot um -
brain shouted it. "fie loves your t ne
cry of her soul whispered it. "Ile lures
you:"
She stretched out net hands to nen:
"My love is yofrs, just as yours 19
;Mille, Let os join our lives end give
theta to the suffering and the cp-
pressed.^
Be looked tip at her in weeder.
"1 daren't. 'I'hlnit what 1 stn!"
"Yon are the best that is 111 me, We
.are mates."
"•A peasant: A beggar!"
"Yon are the noblest of the noble."
•'A convict."
"Our Savionr was eruuitied so that
.lits people should he redeemed. 1 on
(have given the pain of your body so
that your people may be free."
' "It wouldn't be Lair to you." he
. rpleaded.
"If you leave me It will be uufalr
(to us both."
"Ob. my deer one! My dear one:"
He folded her In his arms.
"•1'II glee the best of my days to
•,guard you and protect you and bring
you happiness."
"1 am nappy now," and her voice
died to a whisper.
.q Tree dad', afto'\VlIrd_ fb_iMel
Many Troubles Arise
From Wrong Action
Of The Eiger.
•
Unless the liver is working properly
• you may look forward to a great many
• troubles arising such as bilieurr.ers, ccn-
,•stipation, heartburn, the rising Led
.souring of feed which leases a 1:vty
taste in the incath, s;cl: Lent:. (: c,
jaundice, etc.,
Mr. Howard Newcomb, Massie 1`.:r-
•bor, N.S.; write,: "I les c i. i :!
;headache, beee bilicus, wed tees °. 1 ac
pains after eating and wws.s :„'-c est, .:.r
with a bad twee in r: y ..gut'' le .,t;,
• morning', 1 used fot:r •sial c s c t:r
T.Milbertt's I,axa-1,i'.cr :ill , reN
-eared fife, T1,e 1. e:., l i 1 la.. , ae:
;is not et1ourlt for thee:."
Mil':urnt's La::a-!•ives fills are :':"e.
:•per viol, 5 vials fr.r •. at • ! ,
rt.r leaded direct ctrl receipt el 13,tc i e
The T. Mileurn Co., Lileheel, ltee..-c,
-.fent.
'1 nganortfi returned [ate at night from
a politieai banquet.
It had been a great evening. At last
it seemed that life was about to give
him wbat be most %visited for. His
dearest ambitions were, apparently,
abort to be realized.
He had been Called on ns a stanch
Conservative to add his quota to the
already wonderful array of brilliant
perorations of CenSOne(] statesmen and
admirable speakers. Kingsnorth had
excelled himself. Never had he spu-
kerl so powerfully. Rt°itta one or ibe
only mail nt the bouquet who had en-
joyed even 0 brief glimpse of Ireland,
he made the ;volution of the Irish ques-
tion the main topic or his speoeh.
Speaking lucidly and earnestly, be
placed before them his panacea ror
iIOU£0 t.iiN duel', mo471 I»ini iisNlvlie e. it
seemed better the meeting swim • •un-
der iny'root, so 1 Coli&tl,LV,1. 1 baths iy re-
proach myself now for not acquainting
You with the particulars, You might have
succeeded in stopping what has isap.
paned.
Your sister and O'Connell were married
this morning by speclal license and left
this afternoon for Liverpool en route to
America
1 cannot begin to tell<rou how much 1
deplore the unfortunate affair. It will
aiwaYs be a lasting sorrow to me. 1
cannot write any more now. My head
is aching with the thought of what It will.
mean to you. Try not to think too hardly
0r me and believe me, always your af-
fectionate cousin,
MARY CAROLINA WREXFORD.
Kingsnorth's head sank on to his
breast Every bit of life left him, ev-
erything about his feet ashes, the
laughingstock of his friends.
Were Angela there at that moment
be could have killed her.
The humiliation of it! The degrada-
tion of it! Married to that lawless
Irish agitator! The man now a mem-
ber of his family! A cry of misery
broke from him as he realized that
the best years of bis life were to come
and go fruitlessly. His career was
ended. Despair lay heavy on his soul.
• • • • • • •
Standing on the main deck of an At-
lantic liner stood Angela and O'Con-
nell,
They were facing the future to-
gether.
Their faces were turned to the west.
The sun was sinking In a blaze of
color.
Their eyes lighted up with the joy
of hope.
Love was in their hearts.
• * * * • • •
A year after the events to the pre-
ceding chapter took place O'Connell
and bis young wife were living in a
small apartment in one of the poorer
sections of New York city.
The first few months In America
bad been glorious ones for them. Their
characters and natures unfolded to
each other as some wonderful paint-
ings, each taking its own hues from
the adoration of the other.
In company with a noted Irish or-
ganizer O'Connell had spoken in many
of the big cities of tbe united States
and was everywhere bailed as u hero
and a martyr to English tyranny.
But he had one ever present betide
cap-a
etid -
cap -a drawback he bad never felt
during the years of struggle preeediug
bis marriage. His means were indeed
email. He tried to eke out a little In-
come writing articles for the newspa-
"Then arose a picture of her sister
Monica."
Irish ills. His hearers were enthralled.
When he sat down the cbeering was
prolonged.
When he left the gathering he was
in a condition of ecstasy. Lying back
amid the cushions during his long
drive home, he closed his eyes and pic-
tured the future. His imagination
ran riot. it took wings and flew from
height to height. He saw himself the
leader of a party -"the Kingsnorth
party!" -controlling his followers with
a hand of iron and driving them to
vote according tohis judgment and
his decree. •
By the time he had reached home be
had entered the cabinet and was be-
ing spoken of as the probable prime
minister.
He poured out a liquor and stood sip-
ping
ipping it as he turned over the letters.
brought by the night's -post. One ar-
rested him. It had been delivered by
hand and was tnarked "Most Urgent."
As he read the letter every vestige of
color left his face.
CHAPTER V1. ' -
A House of Cards.
KINGSNORTH sank into a chair.
The letter slipped from his fin-
gers. All his
e s. dreams had van-
ished
In a moment. His house
of cards had toppled down. His ambi-
tions were surely and positively de-
stroyed at one stroke. He mechanical-
ly picked up the letter and. reread It.
Ilad it been his death sentence it could
nut bare affected him more cruelly:
Dear Nathaniel -1 scarcely know how
to write to you about what has happened.
1 am afraid 1 am in some small measure
to blame. Ten days ago your sister show-
edmo a letter from a man named O'Con-
nell-
Kingsnorth crushed the letter In his
hand as be read the hated name -the
pante of the Inan who bad caused him
so touch discomfort during that unfor-
tunate visit. to his estate in Ireland.
How he blamed himself now for hav-
ing ever gone there! 'There was Indeed
u curse on It for the Kingsnortbs.
Ile straightened out the crumpled
Olive of paper and read pn-
-a man flamed O'Connell -the man she
nursed in your .house in Ireland after be
mei been Shot by the soldlere,. Re Weer
veining to England and wished to sees ber.
Sne naked my eel -mission. 1 reasoned
wilt, her, but she was decided. If 1
5:,11112,1 not tiering her to see hint in MY
All His Dreams Had Vanished In a
Moment.
pers and magazines. But the recom-
pense was pitiful. He could not bear
without a pang to see Angela in the
dingy surroundings that he could bare-
ly afford to provide for her.
On ber part Angela took nothing
with her but a few jewels ber mother
had left her, some clothes and very
little money. The money soon disap-
peared, and then one by one the keep-
sakes of her mother were parted with.
But they never lost heart Through
it all they were happy. Ali the poetry
of O'Connell's nature came uppermost,
leavened, as it was, by the deep raids
Mid veneration of his wife.
This strangely assorted fervent man
end eentle woman seemed to have
solved the ,great mystery of happiness
between two people.
13ut the poverty chafed O'Connell -
not for himself, but for the frail. lov.
ing, uncomplaining woman who had
given her life Into his care.
I-Iis nctive brain was continually try.
ing to devise new ways of adding to
his ineager income. He multiplied his
duties. He worked far into the night
when he could find n demand for Ills
nrticles.n But little by little his sources
of revenue failed hint.
Some fresh and horrible itgrariau
crimes in lrelutid, for Which the home
rule party was blamed, ror awhile
turned the tide of sympathy against
bis party. '1'he order was sent out to
discontinue meetings for the purpose
of collecting funds in America -funds
the Irish Americans bird been so cower.
fully and plentifully bestowing on the
"cause."
O'Connell was recalled to Ireland.
His work was highly commended
Some day they would send him to
the united States again as a special
pleader. At present be would be of
greater value at home.
Ile was instructed to apply to the
treasurer of the fund and arrange-
ments would be made for his passage
back to Ireland.
Ile brongbt the news to Angela with
n strange feeling of, fear and dtaap•
Was Weak and Rug Qawn,
COULD HOT STAND
THE LEAST EXCITEMENT.
When one gets weak and run dcwn
the heart becomes affected, the :fades
become unstrung and the !cast excite-
ment Causes a feeling of utter ]astitede,
What :I; needed is to build up the heart
and strengthen the shaky nerves by the
use of such a medicine as Milburn's
Heart and Nerve Pills.
Mrs. J. ' A. Williams, Tillsonburg,
Ont„ writes: "I cannot speak too
highly of Milburn's Heart end Nerve
Pills. I suffered greatly with my nerves,
and was so weak and run dchn I cculd
not stand the least excitement of any
kind. I believe your Heart and Nerve
Pills to be a valuable remedy for all
sufferers from nervous trcuble."
Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are
50e per box, 3 boxes for $1.25, at all
dealers or mailed direct on receipt of.
price by The T. Milburn Co., Limited,
Toronto, Ont.
men timed. iter (lOn i,u.:i ':,
making 11 wonderful etu'eer in the great
new world :old returning temie some
day to Ireland with the ime,rlls of re-
lieving some of her Misery and with
his wife guarded, as she should tie,
from the possibility of wont. And
here was he going bark to Ireland as
poor as he left it, though richer im-
measurably in the love of Angela.
She was sitting perfectly still, her
eyes en the floor, when be entered the
room. He came io s(1 softly that she
did not bear him. Ile lifted her head
and looked into ber eyes. !le noticed
with certainty what had been so fur
only a vague, ill defined dre:d. Ilei
face was very, very pale and trans,
parent. Her eyes were sunken :1nQ
had a strange brillinney.. She wits
:ouch slighter and t':1(• more ethereal
that on that shay when they stood 011
the deck of the ship and turned their
faces so hopefully to the new world.
He felt a knifelike stab startle
through his blood to his heart His
breath caught.
Angela looked up at him radiantly. -
He kissed her and with inock cheer-
fulness lie said laughingly:
"Suc•b news, me dnrlin't Sueb won-
dherful news!"
"Gond news. dear?"
"The best in the wurrid," and be
eboked a !lull.
"1 knew • 11 would comet I knew It
would. Tell me, dean'."
"We're to go hack -hack to ireland.
See, here are the orders," and he show-
ed her the official letter.
She took it wonderingly and rend it
Her hand dropped to her side. ger
bead drooped into the same position be
bard found her in. In a moment be was
kneeling at her side.
"What is it, deal'?"
"We can't go. Prank."
"\\'e can't go? What are ye sayin'.
dear?"
"We can't go," she repeated, her body
crumpled up limply in the chair.
"And why not, Angela? 1 know 1
can't tape ye back as 1 brougbt ye
here, dear, if that's what ye mane.
The luck's been against me. It's been
cruel hard against me. An' that thought
is tearin' at me heart this tninnit."
"It isn't that, Prank," she said
faintly.
"',Chen what is it?"
"Oh," she cried. "I hoped It would
be so different -so very different."
"What did ye think would be so din.
ferent, dear? Our going back? Is that
what's throublin' ye?"
"No, Frank, not that.- I don't care
how we go back so long as yon are
with me." He pressed her hand. In a
moment she went on: "But we can't
go, we can't go. Oh, my dear, my dear,
can't you guess? Can't you think?"
She looked imploringly into his eyes.
t A new wonder came Into his. Could
it be true? Could it? 13e took both
her hands and held them tightly and
stood up, towering over her and trem-
bling violently.
"Is it -is 1t"- he cried and stopped
as if afraid to complete -the question.
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is Growing Smaller Every Dsy.
CARTER'S LITTLE
LIVER PILLS are
retponlible-theyaot
ealy give relief --
they permanendy
elief—theypermenenlly
cine Constipa-
iitrm. Mil-
lions use
alum for
Silvers.
ecu, Indigestion, STA Marisa,•, Sallow Skin.
Small Pill, Small Dose, Small Price.
Genuine menaces Signature
She emiied' a wan smile up at him
and nodded her head as she ansvfered:
"The union of our lives is to• be Com.
plete, Our love is .to be rewarded."
"Ae child is coming to us?" he whis-
pered,
"It is," and her voice was husbed
too.
"Praise be to God! Praise be tb„his
holy nam!” And O'Connell clasped
bis hands in prayer.
In a little while she went on: "It was
the telling you 1 wanted to be eo
ferent. I wanted you when you beard
it to he free of care -happy. And I've
waited from day to day, hoping for the
best -that some good fortune wonid
come to you."
Ele forced one ot his old time, hearty
Int;;hs, but there was a hollow ring
in it:
"What is flint yer sayln' at ail?
11'sit for good fortune? Is there any
good fortune like what ye've just told
nue? elute: I'm ten tithes the happiest
tarot .ince i eaun° into this room." rte
put his arm around her atel. sitting
beside her, drew her closely to hint
"Listen. dear," he said. "listen. 11 ell
go hack to the old country. Our e•Iuld
shalt be horn where we trst )tet
There'll be no danger. No 11110 shall
harm us with 111111 little life trembling
in the balance -the little previous !Ire
If it's a girl :hill 5110'11 be the mother
of her people. and 1t it he a roan •htid
he 141,1111 fit'llW 2121 i0 1nr'1•y on hi- la
titer's work. So there--ih ere. 1ne 11211'
lin', c'e'll go haek-we'll go twee .,
She shook tier head fe(•hIy. "1 van t."
site said.
"Why not, dear?"
"1 didn't want 111 tett von tens 1•.0
5011 make rue. 1» rater:, (10111', 1 nm 2,i.•'
His heart almost stopprd "111? Oh.
ivy (India', what is It': Is it serious?
fell inc !t n't serious!" .11111 ii.
robe rang witish 8 1112:11.(2:111s!
1(10 111 agnu5'.
"OIi. no. I don't thin[: so. I sew the
lector today. He s:ii(1 1 must tie care
fur, very earefnl. 1111111- 111011 oar t,.111y
1, 1)1ru.''
"An' ye kept it ell to yeI'se1L u!'
[rare nue, ate dear one. All right
\1'e won't go back. Wel: stay [ere
i'll node* them lied na• wore, l in
strong, l'ni clever, too, end (nifty.
Angela. I'll wring it fruui this rams
Mite city. 1'11 light it end bout it. Nie
dariiti' stall have everything rile
wants. ely little mother Any precious;
little mother!" °
CHAPTER Vit.
A Communication From Nathaniel
Kingsnorth.
Tflit months that 1ultowo(1 were
the h::rdest in O'Connell's life.
Strive as he wuulel. Ile cu11111
110(1 mu really reu)nali'ative 0111
ployneent.. lie had 00 speeinl training
He knew no trade. IIis pen. though
fluent. wits not cultured and lacked the
glow of eloquence he h:111 when -s.::k
ing, H0 worked i22 shops and in far
tories. 1Ie tried to repot o1( mea s
papers. But his lack of e::perienc•e ew'
erywhere hau(1icepped him. Whet he
contrived to earn during those mouths
of struggle was all too little as the
time approached for the great event.
Angela was now entirely cuu6ned to
her bed. She secured to growiio:'e
spirit-lilie every day. A terrible dread
haunted O'Connell waking incl (sleep.
'ng. He would start mit of Soule iia•
rible dream tit night and listen to her
breathing. When he would limes
Intel(
at the close of some long. (Ilse: oil t
Ing day his heart would he 11111ntne.
ing dully with fear for his loved one.
As the months wore on his fnoe he
came lined with care and the bright
gold of his hair (thinned with streaks
of silver. But he never faltered or
lost courage. Ile always felt he (ilii
1
ill
l wiu the fight for existence as 111.*+
meant to win the greater c'ohll1et
1 later -for liberty.
Angela, lying so still. thronch the
long days, could only hope. She felt
so helpless. It wee woman's wreak
ness that brought then like O'Connell
to the edge of despair. And hers wee
not merely bodily wr:tikuess. hat I!0
more poignant one of pride. \1'as it
fair to her bnsband. tl'as it ,lust': In
England she had prosperous relatives.
They would not let her die in her alis
cry. They could not let her baby 0(1110
into the world with poverty Os its only
' inheritance. Till now she had been
tenable to master her feeling of hatred
and bitterness for her brother Nath:in-
lel, her intense dislike and emiteuipt
for her sister Monier. From the time
'she left England she had not ww'ritien
to either of them. Could she tenv?
Something decided her.
One night O'Connell reline knelt di s•
heartened. Try :14 he would, he could
not 0oncenl it fie was gelling to the
Dud of his (fur:age 'There was inset
lieient work :it the shops he lied 'been
working In for several weeks. Ile had
been told he need 11(11 come again.
Angela. lying utionl•rss :end white.
tried to eoulfnrt Ilia: :1(:d give him
hart -o m
She made 011 het mind that night
The next day she wrote to her brother
She Out:l,1 hni bring herself to eO•
1)•01414 one regret for what she hail done
or said (01 the ,•null':fry. she made
many re1'ili'im'es to iter happiness with
the man she loved She did.write of
the hardships they Were passing
thromt:h. 0ry Wou
ra1'y. 0'('1101)101)1thwas ere so clevernlyteiIlp, s0
brilliant, Ile !mist win itt the end.Onlyjust 11011' she ,‘,.;.4., in, she needed help.
She :isleen gilt --a Ioall merely.
They would pity it hack when the days
of plenty 0:1111e. 1(110 would not tisk
even this were it not that she W118 not
only ill, but the one great, wonderful
thing in the world \vas to ho votuch-
sAfed her-mothet'hoot 111 the nitrate
of her unborn bobs' she begged hint to
send nil 1111IUt"llete response.
She asked 11 neighbor to post the tet•;
ter tie that O'COfl1ieIl would not Renee
of her sacrifice. She waited anxiously
for n reply.
Some Considerable. that.. nftprneted,-
age? .
Children Cry for Fletcher's
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The Kind You Pave Always Bouglat, and which has been
in use for over 30 years, ]las borne the signature or
and has been made under his per.
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, .Allow no one to deceive you in this.
All Counterfeits, Imitations and "Just -as -good" are but
Experiments that trifle with and endanger trio health of
Infants and Children -Experience against Experiment.
What is CASTORIA m..
Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare-
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contains .neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic
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and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it
Las been in constant use for the relief of Constipation,
Flatulency, 'Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and
Diarrhoea. Ott regulates the Stomach and Dowels,
assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep.
The Children's Panacea -The Mother's Friend.
1
GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS' -
Bears the Signature of
lin Use For Over 30 Years
The Kind You Have Always Bought
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on the eviroi tier travail and when
things with O'Connell wore nt their
worst -the answer mime by cable.
She was alone when it c11rne.
Her tteal't beat furiously as she opeu.
ed it. Even if he 0015 sent a little it
would be so welcome now when tbey
were almost nt the end. If he had
been generous how wonderful it would
be for her to help the than to whom
nothing was too math to give her.
Tile foot that her brother had cabled
strengthened the belief that he had
hastened to come to her rescue.
She opened the cable And read it.
Then she fell back on the pillow with a
low• faint moan.
\Ulnen. hours Inter, .O'Connell return-
ed from a vain search for work he
found her senseless with the enble in
her lingers. Be tried to revive her
without success. Be sent a neighbor
for a doctor. As Ile watched the worn,
patient face, his heart run to bursting,
the thought flashed through 111111 1vh:ri
could have happened to cause this col.
lapse. tae became e ns(•ious of the ca-
ble Ile had found tightly clasped In her
teem. [le picked it up and read it. 11
was very brief. Ali it said was:
You have made your bed. Lie in it.
NA'T'HANIEL RiNGSNORTH.
Toward morning the doctor p)nc'0(1 a
little Write of humanity in O'Connell's
arms. He looked down at it in :1 stu-
por. It had really come to Class -their
child -Angela's 011 his! A little baby
girl: The tiny wail from this child,
barn of lore find in sorrow, seemed to
waken his dull senses. He pressed the
mite 10 hint as the bot tears flowed
.down his cheeks. A woman hi one of
1111, ode:mi ls; flats who had 'kindly 01-
ferect to heft) Wok the ehild away from
atm. The doctor led him to the bed -
(Me. He looked down at his loved one
A glom. was over Angela's eyes as she
•01(8(1 up at him She tried to smile.
111 1,01 5011'1rii:g w:1.1 forgotten She
111011 01111 10'1110 :1(:d 1000, She was :It
110:110. She 18251(1 her hand. Chiu n1111
tr:ur. iunont 1(119, 10 O Donnell. IIe
Ui•essc 1 it to les lips.
She whispered:
"\1y teby. tiring me -nay baby."
He took it from the 100111:111 and
placed it in Angela's wreak arias. She
kissed it again and again. The child
walled pitifully. The effort Mel twee
too must for Angela's failing strength.
Consciousness left her.
* * * 1 • • •
Just before senrlse she woke. O'Coi
nell was sitting beside her. He had
❑ever moved. The infant was sleep-
ing on some blankets on the 0:01(-11.
tbe woman watching Ilex,
Angela motioned her husband to
bend hoer to her. Her eyes shoe* with
,,: •
I • hiw•brightness. H * nt Ito )
unearthly (. t
I
near her lips 110r voice was very,
very faint.
"'Cake - care -of -our -baby, Frank.
t'm-•1'tn leaving you. God -help -you
t -keep -you -and bless you-for
--yottr-love-of me." She paused to
take breath, Then she whispered her
le:ire taking. The words never left
O'Cunnell's memory for all the days of
all the years that followed.
"My -last --words, dear, the-last-
I'll- ever -speak -to -you. I -I -love --
you - with - all- my heart -and -my
sons -husband! Good-goodby, Frank."
She slipped from his arms and lay,
tips parted, eyes open, body still.
The struggle was over. She bad
stout, where there are no petty tread).
0)10x, no mean brntniities-where all
Mand alike before the throne to ren-
der an account of their stewardship.
The breve, gentle little heart was
stilled forever
• * * * * • •
And now Peg appears for the tir'lt
time attd briefs, her radiant presence,
her roguish smite her hits frank. soul.
NI bilis. ems' ' .►1t 5 ihtssiitot remit, tab
Peg -Pure as a Mountain Lily.
her directe honest end" outspoken
truth, her love of itll that is clean and
pure and beautiful -Peg enters our
pages and turns what was a history ot
romance and drama into a comedy of
youth.•
Peg pure as a mountain lily, sweet
as a fragrant rose, haunting as an old
melody -Peg o' Our Hearts comes into
our story even as she entered her fa-
ther's life, as the savior of these pages,
even as she was the peons of saving
O'ConnelL •
And she did save her father.
It was the presence and the thought
of the little motherless baby that kept
O'Connell's hand from destroying him-
self when his treason almost left• him
after his wife's death. The memories
of the Boys immediately following the
passing of Angela are ton painful to
dwell upon.
They are past.
O'Connell's heart.
histori:111.
'I'hm11ks to some kindly Irishmen
who heard of O'Connell's plight., he
burrowed enongi: money to bury his
dead wife mud phare 0 tablet to her
r11etll11l',•.
Ile sent a message to Kingsnorth
telling him of his sister's death. ile
neither expected nor did he reeeivcan
answer. As soon 1114 it ems possible
he returned to 1reln:i(1 and threty him-
self ()nee again heart and soul into
working for the "cause." Ile realized
his only hope of keeping his balance
0':as to work, He trent back to the
little vineee he was born in, and it
was Pother C'ahill's hands that pour -
e(1 thetigttl.
sn
1
p 71 waters on O'Con-
mell's nuc] Angela's baby. and it was
Father Cahill's voice flint rend tbe
baptismal service,
She was ('hr•istened \l:u•cenret.
Angela, ono night, when it was near-
ing her Bute, bt__,gell Mtn if it were a
girl to christen her Niof1nrnt. after her
mother, since all the hest in Angela
came from her mother.
O'Coune11 wo11111 [are IIk*(1 n21011 to
name the mite Angelo. Hot tris dead
wife's wishes were paramount, se mar.
garet the Why 90:15 christenof 11
was too distinguished a name ata] too
long for such a little bundle of pink
and white humanity. It did not scent
to fit her. So "Peg" she was named.
end ' ate site remained for the rest
of her Ilte.
Loomlui large in g'eno'
nater life lysis her faPethesr shnluttyinr1es heinr
St. Herne/es bili and pointing out the
mount on, which he stood and spoke
that clay, *bile ber mother, hidden by
that dense mulls et trees, naw every
Attittoleiltathi brnrdcrani +v11
They are sacred ilt.
They will 1,e to the
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