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ing down a stream. She stretched out
her hand TO grasp it when the eyes
met hers. and the eyes were those OF d
dead man-and the man "a Jerry!
She woke trembling with fear. and
! she turned on the light and huddled
into a 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 strick-
en-, standing on the threshold. The
look in her eyes terrified him.
What is it, Peg. me darlin'? What
Is it,"
She crept In and looked mp into his
face with her startling eyes. and she
grasped him with both of. her small
| hands and in a voice dull and hopeless
cried despaifngly:
81 dreamt be was dead-dead! An
I couldn't rache him. An he went on
past me-down the with 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 a~manuensis.
During the day she would 60 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 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 q distant
voice mingling with her fathers.
Then came a knock at her door.
There's somebody outside here TO
see ye. Peg" said her father.
"Who is 1t, father?
"a perfect sthranger-to me. Be
quick now"
She heard her fathers footsteps 60
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-
nv had clasped her hand in both OF
his.
SLOW are you, Peep"
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, Peg" he repeated
I'm fine, Mr.. Jerry" she replied In
a daze. Then she looked at OConnell.
and she hurried on to say:
''This Is my father, Sir Gerald
Adair."
"We'd introduced ourselves al
ready" said O'Connell good naturedly,
eying the unexpected visitor all the
while. "And what might ye be dom
In New York;" he asked.
II have never seen America. I take
an Englishman's interest in what we
once owned
AN lost through misgovernment"
"Well, We'll say misunderstanding"
"As they'll n day lose Ireland"
IT hope not The two countries un-
derstand each other better every day."
The bell rang again. Peg started to
20, but O'Connell stopped her.
"It's McGinnis. This is his night to
call and tell rue 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 a step toward the door, "al-
low me to call some other time"
"Stay where ye are!" cried O'Con-
nell, hurrying out as the bell rang
again.
II want to ask ye somethin'. Sir
Gerald" she began.
"'Jerryw he corrected.
"Please forgive mt for what / said
to ye that day. It was wrong of me
to say it. Yet 1t was just what ye