The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1915-02-13

ton to her brothers wishes and her
sisters exhortations.
The morning Of the meeting she had
ridden some miles to visit poor fam.
lily. Out of five three were in bed
with low fever. She got doctor for
them, gave them money to buy neces.
saries. and, with promise to return
the next day, she rode away.
When within some little distance of
her brothers house she saw steady,
irregular stream Of people climbing n
great hill. She rode toward it and,
screened by clump of trees, saw and
heard her first "home rule" meeting.
When Frank O'Connell first spoke
his voice thrilled her. Gradually the
excitement of the people under the
mastery Of his power communicated
itself to her. 1t pulsed in her blood
and throbbed in her brain. For the
first time she realized what a marvel
GUS force was the call of the patriot
To listen and watch man risking life
ard liberty in the cause of his coun,
try-her heart and her mind and her
soul went out to him.
When the soldiers marched on to the
scene she was paralyzed with fear.
When an order to fire was given she
wanted to ride into their midst and
cry out to them to stop. But she was
unable to move hand or foot.
When the smoke had thinned and
she saw lying motionless on the ground
the bodies of men who moment be-
fore had been full Of life and strength:
when was added to that the horror of
the wounded crying out with pain, her
first impulse was to fly from the sight
Of the carnage. She mastered that mo-
ment Of fear and plunged forward,
calling to the groom to follow her. She
ordered the body of O'Connell, who
had been hit. taken to her own home.
The long, slow. tortuous journey
home. the men slowly following with
the CHASTITY. mute body on the rude lit.
ter, became a living memory to her
for all the remainder of her life.
She glanced down every little While
| at the stone white face and shuddered
as she found herself wondering If she
would ever hear his voice again or see
those great blue eyes flash with his
fierce courage and devotion.
AS they neared her brothers house
stragglers began to follow curiously.
Sad looking men and weary women
Joined the procession wonderingly. All
| guessed 1t was some fresh outrage of
the soldiers.
1t seemed to Angela that an infinity
Of time had passed before they entered
the grounds attached to the Kings
north house. She sent man on ahead
to order a room to be prepared and a
doctor sent for. AS she saw her broth
er coming forward to meet her with
knit brows and stern eyes she nerved
herself to greet him.
"What is this, AngelaW he asked,
looking in amazement at the strange
procession.
another martyr to our ignorant
government. Nathaniel" and she press.
ed on through the drive to the house.
CHAPTER II.
Angela Speaks Freely.
II YATHAN1EL'S indignation at bis
I'M sisters conduct was beyond
IN bounds when he learned who
the wounded man was. HI
ordered the soldiers to take the mar
and themselves away. The magistrate
interposed and begged him at least tt
let O'Connell rest there until doctor
could patch him up. 1t might be dan
gerous to take him back without medi
cal treatment. He assured Nathanie
that the moment they could move him
he would be lodged in the county Jail
Nathaniel went back to his study
as the sorry procession passed on t.
the front door. He sent Immediately
for his sister, The reply came back
that she would see him at dinner. He
commanded her to come to him al
once.
In a few minutes Angela came into
the room. She was deathly pale. Her
voice trembled as she spoke:
"What do you wantY"
"Why did you bring that man here p
Because he Is wounded"
| "Such scOundrels are better dead"
II don't think so. Nor do I think
him scoundrel."
HE came here to attack landlords
to attack meme! And you bring him
to my house and with that rabble! IT.
outrageous! Monstrous!"
II couldn't leave him with those
heartless wretches to die in their
hands,"
"He leaves here the moment doc.
tor has attended him."
Every well. Is that all?"
mo, It isn't!' Kingsnorth tried to
control his anger. After a pause he
continued: II want no more of these
foolhardy. quixotic actions of yours,
I've heard Of your visiting these
wretched people-going into fever
dens. Is that conduct becoming to your
name? Think a little of your station
In life and what it demands"
Il wish you did little more.'
"What2" he shouted, all his anger
returned.
There's no need to raise your
voice." Angela answered quietly. II
am only few feet away. I repeat
that I wish you thought a little more
of your obligations. If you did and
others Ne you in the same position
you are in, there would be no such hor-
rible scenes as saw today-a man
shot down among his own people for