The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-03-18
CHAPTER X.

| Journey hstiS
for her scanty equipment. Then
the cable came to the effect that
| passage was reserved for her and mon
ey was waiting at a bankers for her
expenses. This Peg obstinately refus-
ed to touch. She didn't want anything
except what her father gave her.
When the morning of her departure
came poor Peg woke with a heavy
heart. 1t was their first parting, and
she was miserable.
O'Connell, on the contrary. seemed
full of life and high spirits. lie
laughed at her and joked with her and
| made little bundle of some things
that would not go in her bag and that
he had kept for her to the last inmate.
They were a rosary that had been his
mothers. a prayer book Father Cahili
| gave him the day he was confirmed
and lastly the little miniature of An
gela. 1t wrung his heart to part with
it. but he wanted Peg to have it near
her. especially as she was going
among the relations of the dead wo-
man. All through this O'Connell show
ed not a trace of emotion before Peg.
He kept telling her there was nothing
to be sad about 1t was all going to
be for her good.
When the time came to go the
strange pair made their way down to
the ship-the tall, erect, splendid look
ing man and the little red haired girl
in her simple black suit and her little
black hat, with red flowers to bright
en- it.
O'Connell went aboard with her. and
an odd couple they looked on the sa
loon deck. with Peg holding on to
Michael. much to the amusement OF
the passengers. the visitors and stew
ards.
Poor. stanch loyal. honest. true lit
tie Peg. going alone to-what? Leav-
ing the one human being she cared for
and worshiped-her playmate. counsel
or, friend and father-all in one!
CConnell never dropped his high
spirits all the time they were together
on board the ship. He went aboard
with a laugh. and when the bell rang
for all visitors to go ashore he said
goodby to Peg with a laugh, while
poor Pegs heart felt like a stone in
her breast. She stood sobbing up
against the rail of the saloon deck as
the ship swung clear. She was looking
for her father through the mists of
tears that blinded her.
Just as the boat slowly swept past
| the end of the dock she saw him right
at the last post so that he could watch
the boat uninterruptedly until it was
out of sight. He was crying himself
now-crying like child-and as the
boat swung away he called up: "My lit
tie Peg! Peg o my heart" How
she longed to get off the ship and go
back to him! They stood waving to
each other as long as they remained
| in sight.
While the ship plowed her way to-
ward England with little Peg ON board
the man whom she was crossing the
Atlantic to meet died quietly one morn
ing with no one near him.
The nurse found Mr.. Kingsnorth
smiling peacefully as though asleep.
He had been dead several hours.
Near him on the table was a cable
dispatch from New York:
My daughter sailed on the Mauritania
| today at 10 O'Clock.
FRANK OWEN oCoNNELL.
Mrs. Chichester, whom we last saw
under extremely distressing circum-
stances in Ireland, now enters promi-
nently into the story. She was lead
| ing secluded and charming existence
in an old and picturesque villa at Scar
| borough, in the north of England Al
though her husband had been dead for
several years, she still chung to the
outward symbols of mourning. 1t add
ed softness to the patrician line of
her features and touch of distinction
to her manner and poise. She had an
| ilustrious example of a lifelong sor-
row, and, being ever loyal, Mrs. Chi
chester retained the weeds of widow
hood and the Grape of affliction ever
present.
She was proud indeed Of her two
children, about whom she had written
SO glowingly to her brother Nathaniel.
Alaric was the elder. In him Mrs.
| Chichester took the greater pride. He
was SO nearly being great-even from
infancy-that he continually kept his
mother in a condition of expectant
wonder. He was nearly brilliant at
school. At college he almost got his
degree. He just missed his blue" at
cricket, and but for an unfortunate
ball dribbling over the net at critical
moment in the semi-fina of the tennis
championships he might have won the
cup. He was quite philosophic about
it, though, and never appeared to re-
proach fate for treating him so shah
billy.
He was always nearly doing some
thing, and kept Mrs. Chichester in a
lively condition of trusting hope and
occasional disappointment. She knew
he would "arrive" some day-come into
his own. Then all these half reward
ed efforts would be invaluable in the
building of his character.
Her daughter, Ethel, on the other
hand, was the exact antithesis to Alar-
ic. She had never shown the slightest
interest In anything since she had first
looked up at the man of medicine who,
ushered her into the world She re-
garded everything about her with the
greatest complacency. She was never
surprised or angry or pleased or de-
pressed. Sorrow never seemed to af-
feet her-nor joy make her smile. She
looked ON life as a gentle brook down
W hose current she was perfectly con-
tent to drift undisturbed. At least