The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-03-18
Copyright. 1918. by Dodd. Mead {, Company

| life of usefulness at the English bar
and had died. leaving the family quite
comfortably off.
Kingsnorth telegraphed his condo
| fences and left instructions for a
suitable wreath to be sent to the fu-
neral. But he did not attend it. nor
did he at any time express the slight
est wish to see his sister, nor did he
encourage any suggestion on her part
to visit him.
When he was stricken with an ILL
ness from which no hope of recovery
was held out to him he at once began
to put his affairs in order. and his
lawyer spent days with him drawing
up statements of his last wishes for
the disposition of his fortune
With death stretching out its hand
to snatch him from a life he had en-
| joyed so little his thoughts. colored
with the fancies of a tired, sick brain,
kept turning constantly to his dead
sister Angela.
| From time to time down through the
| years he had a softened, gentle re-
membrane of her When the news of
| her death came. furious and unrelent-
ing as he had been toward her. her
passing softened it. Had he known
in time he would have insisted on her
burial in the Kingsnorth vault. But
she had already been inferred in New
| York before the news of her death
reached him.
! The one bitter hatred of his life had
been against the man who had taken
| his sister in marriage and in so doing
| had killed all possibility of Kingsnorth
succeeding in his political and social
| aspirations.
He heard vaguely of a daughter.
He took no interest in the news.
Now, however, the remembrance of
his treatment of Angela burnt into
him. He especially repented of that
merciless cable, You have made your
bed lie in it." 1t haunted him through
illness. Had he helped her she might
| have been alive today, and those bitter
| reflections that ate into him night and
day might have been replaced by gen
! tier ones and so make his end the more
peaceful.
He thought of Angela's child and
wondered if she were like his poor
dead sister. The wish to see the child
became an obsession with him.
One morning, after restless, fever
sh night, he sent for his lawyer and
told him to ut once institute inquiries
find out if the child was still living
and If so where.
This his lawyer did. He located
O'Connell in New York through a
friend of his in the Irish party and
found that the child was living with
him in rather poor circumstances. He
communicated the result of his inqui-
ries to Kingsnorth. That day q letter
was sent to O'Connell asking him to
allow his child to visit her dying I'M
Gle. O'Connell was to cable at Kings
north's expense, and if he would con-
sent the money for the expenses of
the journey would be cabled immedi-
ately. The girl was to start at once,
as Mr.. Kingsnorth had very little
longer to live.
When the letter had gone Kingsnorth
drew a breath of relief. He longed to
see the child. He would have to wait
impatiently for the reply. Perhaps the
man whom he had hated all his life
would refuse his request. If he did
well, he would make some provision in
his will for her in memory of his dead
sister.
The next day he altered his entire
will and made Margaret O'Connell
special legacy. Ten days later cable
came:
| consent to my daughters visiting you
FRANK OWEN O'CONNELL.
The lawyer cabled at once, making
all arrangements through their bankers
in New York for Miss O'Connell's jour
ney.
That night Kingsnorth slept without
being disturbed. He awoke refreshed
in the morning. 1t was the first kindly
action he had done for many years.
How much had he robbed himself of
all his life If by doing so little he was
| repaid so much!
O'Connell had hard struggle with
Peg before she would consent TO leave
him. She met all his arguments with
counter arguments. Nothing would
| move her for hours.
"Why should | so to Il man ! have
never seen and hate the name ofY'
Hes your uncle, Peg"
ITS a fine uncle he's been to me all
me life. And it was a grand way he
threated me mother when she was
starvin''
He wants to do somethin' for We
now, Peg"
'I'll not go to him.
Nov listen, dear: it's little I'll have
to lave We when I'm gone" pleaded
O'Connell.
"I'll not listen to any talk at all
about yer goin'. Yer great, strong
healthy man--that's what We are
What are We talkin' about? What's
got into yer head about goin'f'
THE time must come some day,
Peg"
"All right. Well know how to face
it when it does. But were not goin'