The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-03-04
SYNOPSIS.

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Frank O'Connell. young Irish patriot.
is shot and wounded by British soldiers
while making a home rule speech. He
is aided by Angela Kingsnorth an Eng
fish society girl. who defends him.
Angela takes OConnell to her brothers
home and helps to nurse him. He RECEIVERS
and he and the girl become fast friends.
OConnell when well is sent to Jail for
disturbing the peace. He finally writes
Angela that he has finished his sentence
o'Connel and Angela wed. She has
espoused the Irish cause. Her brother. a
member of parliament, is very angry.
CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.
On her part Angela TOOK nothing
with Der but "a few jewels her mother
had left her. some clothes and very
little money. The money soon disap
peared. and then one by one the Keep
sakes of her mother were parted with
But they never lost heart. Through
it all they were happy. All the poetry
Of O'Connell's nature came uppermost.
leavened. as it was. by the deep faith
and veneration Of his wife.
This strangely assorted fervent man
and gentle woman seemed to have
solved the great mystery of happiness
between two people.
But the poverty chafed O'Connell-
not for himself, but for the frail. low
ing, accomplishing woman who had
given her life into his care.
His active brain was continually try.
ing to devise new ways of adding to
his meager income. He multiplied his
duties. He worked far into the night
when he could find demand for his
articles. But little by little his sources
of revenue failed him.
Some fresh and horrible agrarian
crimes in Ireland. for which the home
rule party was blamed, for awhile
turned the tide of sympathy against
his party. The order was sent out to
discontinue meetings for the purpose
of collecting funds in America funds
the Irish Americans had been so cheer
fully and plentifully bestowing on the
cause"
O'Connell was recalled to Ireland.
His work was highly commended.
Some day they would send him to
the United States again as special
pleader. AT present he would be of
greater value at home.
He was instructed to apply to the
treasurer of the fund and arrange
ments would be made for his passage
back to Ireland.
He brought the news to Angela with
a strange feeling of fear and disap
pointment. He had built so much on
making a wonderful career in the great
new world and returning home some
day to Ireland with the means of re-
lieving some of her misery and with
his wife guarded, as she should be,
from the possibility of want. And
here was he going back to Ireland as
poor as he left it. though richer i'm
measurably in the love of Angela.
She was sitting perfectly still. her
eyes on the floor, when he entered the
room. He came in SO softly that she
did not hear him. He lifted her head
and looked into her eyes. He noticed
with certainty what had been so far
only a vague. III defined dread. Her
face was very, very pale and trans
parent. Her eyes were sunken and
had strange brilliancy. She was
much slghter and far more ethereal
than on that day when they stood on
the deck of the ship and turned their
faces so hopefully to the new world.
He felt a knifelike stab startle
through his blood to his heart His
breath caught.
Angela looked up at him radiantly.
He kissed her and with mock cheer
fitness he said laughingly:
"Such news, me ldarlin'l Such won
dherful news!'
Good news. dearT''
'rhe best in the wurrld," and he
choked Sob
IL knew it would come! I knew 1t
would. Tell me. dear"
Were to go blackjack to Ireland.
See, here are the ORDERS" and he show
ed her the official letter.
She took it wonderingly and read it
Her hand dropped to her side. Her
head dropped into the same position be
had found her in. In a moment he was
kneeling at her side.
"What is 1t, dear?"
I'VE can't go, Frank"
I'VE can't go? What are We sayin'
dear?"
I'VE can't CO." she repeated. her body
crumpled up Imply in the chair
"And why not, Angela? / know ]
can't take We back as l brought We
here, dear, If that's what We name
The luck's been against me. It's been
cruel hard against me. An that thought
is tearin' at me heart this minnit."
1T isn't that, Frank" she said
family.
Then what is it?"
"Oh." she CRIED Il hoped it would
be so different-so very different"
what did We think would be so diff
ferent, dear? Our going back? Is that
what's throublin' YEP
mo. Frank. not that. I don't care
how we go back so long as you are
with me-" He pressed her hand. In a
moment she went on: "But we can't