Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1915-03-11

tous question.
"WhF do We ask me that7a said
O'Connell.
Because I always feel a little sharp
pain right through my heart whenever
We talk about me mother. Ye see, IA
ther, I've thought all these years that
/ was the one We really loved
aYe're the only one ! have in the
wurrld, Peg"
And We don't love her memory bet
Their than We do meY
o'Connell put both Of his arms
around her.
Yer mother is with the saints. Peg,
and here are you by me side. Sure
there's room in me heart for the men,
DRY of her and the love of you !
She breathed a little sigh OF salts
faction and nestled on to her fathers
shoulder. The little fit of childish ieal-
ousy of her dead mothers place in her
fathers heart passed.
She wanted no one to share her ia
TIERS affection with her. She gave him
all Of hers. She needed all OF his.
When Peg was eighteen years old
and they We're living in Dublin. O'Con-
nell was offered quite a good position
In New York. 1t appealed to him.
The additional money would make
things easier for Peg. She was almost
a woman now, and he wanted her to
get the finishing touches Of education
that would prepare her for a position
In the world il she met the man she
felt she could marry. Whenever he
would speak OF marriage Peg would
laugh scernfully:
Who would l be afther Margin, I'd
like to know? Where in the wurrld
would ! find a man like your
And no coaxing would make her car
y on the discussion or consider it's
possibility.
1t still harassed him to think he had
90 little to leave her II anything hap
pened to him. The offer to go to Amer
lea seemed ~provtdential. Her mother
YVES buried there. He would take Peg
to her grave.
Peg grew very thoughtful at the idea
Of leaving Ireland All her little likes
and disIikes, her lmpulsfve affections
and hot hatred, were bound up IN that
country. She dreaded the prospect OF
meeting q number OF new people.
Still, 1t VAS for her fathers good, so
she turned a brave face to It and said:
"Snre it liz the finest thing In the
wurrid for both Of us.
But the night before they left Ire
land she sat by the little window in
her bedroom until daylight looking
back through all the years Of her short
life.
It seemed as IL she were cutting on
all that beautiful golden period. She
would never again know the free, care
less, happy-golucky, living from day
to day existence that she had loved SO
much.
It q a pale. wistfui. tired little
Peg that Joined her father at break
fast next morning.
His heart was heavy too. But he
laughed and joked and sang and said
how glad they ought to begging to
that wonderful new country and, by
the way, the country Peg was born In
TOO! And then he laughed again and
said how fine she looked and how well
he felt and that 1t seemed as If it were
Gods hand in It all.
And Peg pretended to cheer up, and
they acted their parts right to the end
until the last line OF land disappear
ed and they were headed for America.
Then they separated and went to their
little cabins to think OF all that had
been. And every day they kept up the
little deception with each other until
they reached America.
They were cheeriess days at first for
o'Connell. Everything reminded him
of his first landing twenty years be-
fore with his young wife-both so full
Of hope, with the future stretching out
like some wonderful panorama before
them. He returns twenty years elder
to begin the fight again-this time for
his daughter.
Els wite was buried Id a little Cath
Ole cemetery ID few miles outside New
York city. There he took Peg one day,
and they put flowers on the little
mound OF earth and knelt awhile Ia.
prayer. Beneath that earth lay not
only his wife,s remains, but OsCon-
neil,a early hopes and ambitions wefe
buried with her.
Neither spoke either going to OF re-
turning from the cemetery. otCon-
nelIs heart was too full. Peg knew
what was passing through his mind