Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1915-05-27

ing down a stream. She stretched out
her hand to grasp it when the eyes
met hers, and the eyes were those of Il
dead man-;lnd 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
and asked him TO let her go in to him.
He opened the door and saw his little
Peg. wild eyed, pale and terror strlck-
en-, standing on the threshold. The
look in her eyes terrified him.
What is it, Peg. me darlin'? What
is ft?"
She crept in and lookc ap into his
face with her startling eJ !, and she
grasped him with both of her small
hands and in {. voice dull and hopeless
cried despairingly:
II dreamt he was dead-dead! An
couldn't rache him. An be went on
past 1ne--down the stream--Witb his
face upturned." The 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 will
| her father when she heard the bel
ring That was unusual. Their call
ers were few. She heard the outcl
door open. then the sound of distan
voice minaling with her fathers.
| Then came Knock at her door.
"There's somebody outside here tc
see We. Peg" said her father.
who is it. father?'
"a perfect sthranger-to me. 81
quick now"
She heard her fathers footsteps g
into the little sitting room and thei
the hum of voices.
Her father was talking. She opened
| the door and walked in. A tail, bronz
| ed man came forward to greet her
| Her heart almost stopped. She trem
| b!ed violently. The next moment Jer
| nv had claspcd her hand in both o
his.
! .'How are you. Peg?"
| He smiled down at her as he uset
to in Regal villa. and behind the smil
there was grave look in his dall
eyes and the old tone of tenderness il
his voice.
How are you. fee?" he repeated.
I'm fine, Mr. Jerry" she replied Ii
a daze. Thcn she looked at O'Connel
and she hurried on to say:
This is my father, Sir Gcral'
Adair."
WED INTRODUCED ourselves Al
ready." said O'ConneIl good naturcdly
eying the unexpected Vlsltor aii III
while. and what might ye be doil
In New York;" he asked
81 have never seen America. tax
an Embellishments interest in what W
once owned
AN lost through misgovernrnent."
"Well, we'll say misunderstanding.
.As they'll one day lose Ireland"
i ~ hope not The two countries III
derstand each other better every day.
| The bell rang again. Peg started
20. but O'Connell stopped her
.It's McGinnis. This is his night t
j call and tell me the politics of tn
i town. I'll take him into the mex
room, Peg. until yer visitor is gone"
/ "Oh. please" said Jerry hurriedl
and taking step toward the door. "a
low me to call some other timer
! "Stay where ye areT' cried O'Cor
i nell hurrying out as the bell ran
again.
| 81 want to ask ye somethin. s.
Gerald" she began.
Il "Jerry!" he corrected.
'Please forgive me for what ! sal
| 10 We that day. 1t was wrong of m
to say it. Yet 1t was Just what ,