Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1915-03-03


O'Connell when well Is sent to Jail for
disturbing the peace. He finally writes
Angela that he has finished his sentence
CHAPTER vi.
A House Of Cards.
1/1NGSNORTH sank into chair.
The letter slipped from his fin
IL gers. All his dreams had van
ished in moment His house
of cards had toppled down. His ambi-
tons were surely and positively de-
stroyed at one stroke. He mechanical
~ picked up the letter and reread it.
Had it been his death sentence it could
not have affected him more cruelty:
Dear Nathaniel scarcely know how
to write to you about what has happened.
am afraid l am in some small measure
to blame. Ten days ago your sister show
ed me letter from man named O'Con-
nell
Kingsnorth crushed the letter in his
hand as he read the hated name-the
name of the man who had caused him
so much discomfort during that unfor-
How he blamed himself now for hav-
ing ever gone there! There was indeed
curse on it for the Kingsnorths.
He Strengthened out the crumpled
piece of paper and read on
"a man named O'Connell-the man she
nursed in your house In Ireland after he
had been shot by the soldiers. He was
coming to England and wished to see her.
She asked my permission. ! reasoned
with her, but she was decided. If
house She would meet him elsewhere. It
seemed better the meeting should be un-
der my roof, so l consented. l bitterly re-
proach myself now for not acquainting
you with the particulars. You might have
succeeded in stopping what has hap
pened.
Your sister and O'Connell were married
this morning by special license and left
this afternoon for Liverpool en- route to
America.
l cannot begin to tell you how much l
deplore the unfortunate affair. 1t will
always be q lasting sorrow to me. l
cannot write any moro now. My head
Is aching with the thought Of what it will
mean to you. Try not to think too hardly
Of me and believe me, always your at
fectionate cousin.
MARY CAROLINE WEXFORD.
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
he could have killed her.
The humiliation of it! The degrada-
ton Of it! Married to that lawless
Ri oil of0
Der of his family: cry of misery
broke from him as he realized that
the best years Of his 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 in the pre-
cedng chapter took place O'Connell
and his young wife were living in a
small apartment in one OF the poorer
sections of New York city.
The first few months in America
had been glorious ones for them. Their
characters and natures unfolded to
each other as some wonderful paint
1ngs, each taking its own hues from
the alteration of the other.
In company with q noted Irish or
gan1zer O'COnneli had spoken In many
of the big cities of the United States
and was everywhere hailed as a hero
and martyr to English tyranny.
But he had one ever present handi-
cap-a drawback he had never felt
during the years Of struggle preceding
his marriage. His means were indeed
small. he tried to exc out little In.
come writing articles for the newspa-
pers and magazines. But the recon-
pense was pitiful. He could not bear
without pang to see Angela in the
dingy surroundings that he could bare
~ afford to provide for her.
On her part Angela took nothing
with her but few jewels her 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
1t all they were happy. All the poetry
of O'Connell's nature came uppermost,
leavened. as it was. by the deep faith
and veneration Of his wife.
This strangely assorted fervent man
and gentle woman seemed to have
solved the great mystery Of happiness
between two people.
But the poverty chafed O'Connell-
not for himself, but for the frail, low
ing. accomplishing woman who had
given her life into his care.
His active brain was continually try.
ing to devise new ways Of adding to
his meager income. He multiplied his
duties. He worked far into the night
when he could find demand for bis
articles. But little by little his sources
of revenue failed him.
Some fresh and horrible agrarian
crimes in Ireland, for which the home
rule party was blamed for awhile