Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1915-07-21

ing down a stream She stretched out
her hand to grasp it when the eyes
met hers, and the eyes were those Of a
dead man-and the man was Jerry!
She woke trembling with fear, and
she turned on the light and huddled
into chair and sat chattering with
terror until she heard her father NOV.
ing In his room. She went to the door
anG' asked him to let her 60 In to him.
He opened the door and saw his little
Peg, wild eyed. pale and terror strick.
en-. standing on the threshold. The
look in her eyes terrified him.
what is it, Peg, me darlin'? What
Is tt?"
She crept in and looked up into his
face with her startling eyes, and she
grasped him with both of her small
hands and in voice dull and hopeless
cried despairingly:
Il dreamt he was dead-deadl An
couldn't rache him. An he went on
past me-down the stream-with his
face upturned." Tho grasp loosened.
and just as she slipped from him
O'Connell caught her in his strong
arms and placed her gently on the sofa,
and she fell asleep.
Those first days following Pegs re-
turn found father and child nearer
each other than they had been since
that famous trip through Ireland when
he lectured from the back of his his.
torical cart
She became O'Connell's amanuensis.
During the day she would go from
library to library in New York verify.
ing data for her fathers monumental
work.
One evening some few weeks after
her return she was in her room pre-
pairing to begin her nights work with
her father when she heard the bell
ring. That was unusual. Their call
ers were few. She heard the outer
door open, then the sound of distant
voice mingling with her fathers.
Then came knock at her door.
"There's somebody outside here to
see ye, Peg" said her father.
"Who is it, father?"
"A perfect sthranger-to me. Be
quick now"
She heard her fathers footsteps go
into the little sitting room and then
the hum of voices.
Her father was talking. She opened
the door and walked in. A tall, bronz-
ed man came forward to greet her,
Her heart almost stopped. She trem-
bled violently. The next moment Jer.
~ had clasped her hand in both Of
his.
"How are you. Peg?"
| He smiled down at her as he used
to in Regal villa. and behind the smile
there was a grave look in his dark
eyes and the old tone of tenderness in
his voice.
"How are you, PegT he repeated.
I'm fine. Mr.. jerry" she replied In
a daze. Then she looked at O'Connell,
and she hurried on to say:
This is my father; Sir Gerald
Affair.""
"We'd introduced ourselves al
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eying the unexpected visitor all the
while. "And what might ye be dom
in New York;" he asked.
II have never seen America. l take
an Englishman's interest in what we
once owned
AN lost through misgovernment."
"Well, we'll say misunderstanding. n
"As they'll one day lose Ireland"
II hope not The two countries IN
derstand each other better every day."
The bell rang again. Peg started to
60, but O'Connell stopped her.
Its McGinnis. This is his night to
call and tell me the politics Of the
town. I'll take him into the next
room, Peg, until yer visitor Is gone"
"Oh. please" said Jerry hurriedly
and taking q step toward the door. al
low me to call some other timer
"Stay where ye arel" cried O'Con
nell. hurrying out as the bell rana