The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-03-11
SYNOPSIS.

- WI SA~s
Frank o'ConneH. young Irish patriot.
is shot and wounded by British soldiers
while making a home rule speech. He
is aided by Angela Kingsnorth. an Eng
lish society girl. who defends him.
Angela takes O'Connell to her brothers
home and helps to nurse him. He RECEIVERS.
and he and the girl become fast friends.
o'Connen when well is sent to Jail for
disturbing the peace He finally writes
Angela that he has finished his sentence
oConnen and Angela wed. She has
espoused the Irish cause. Her brother,
member of parliament. is very angry.
The happy couple come to America ~
live daughter is born to them. An
gela's brother refuses TO help the couple
in any way. Angela dies.
CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK.
He avoided the possibility of IL
prisonment again for the sake of Peg
What would befal her If he were tax
en- from her?
The continual thought that preyed
upon him WAS that be would have
nothing TO leave her when his call
came Do what he would, he could
make but little money. and when he
had Il small surplus be would spend II
on Peg-a shawl to keep her warm or
a ribbon to give a CLEAN of color 10
the drab little clothes.
On great occasions he would buy
her new dress, and then l'eg was
the prnudest little child in the whole
| of Ireland.
her mothers death O'Conneil had d
mass said for the repose OF Angela $
soul. and be would kneel beside Peg
through the service and be silent for
the rest of the day. One year he bad
candles blessed by the archbishop lit
on Our Lady's altar. and he stayed long
after the service was over. He sent
Peg home But, although Peg obeyed
him partially by leaving the church.
she Kept watch outside until her IA
Their came out. He was wiping his
eyes as be saw her. He pretended to
be very angry.
Didn't / tell ye TO go homer
"Ye did. father
Then why didn't We obey me?"
sure an what would | be doin' at
home. all alone. without you: Don't
be cross with me. father.
He took her hand. and they walked
nome in silence. He had been crying
and Peg could not understand it. She
had never seen him do such thing be
fore. and ii worried her. 1t did not
seem right that man should cry 1t
seemed a weakness. and that her ia
ther of all men should do it, he who
was not afraid of anything or any one
WAS wholly unaccountable to her.
When they reached home Peg busted
herself about her father trying to
make him comfortable. furtively watch
ing him all the while. When she mad
put him in an easy chair and brought
him his slippers and built up the fire
she sat down on a little stool by his
side. After long silence she strokel
the back of his hand and then gave
him a little tug. He looked down at
her
What is it, Peg?"
WAS my mother very beautiful. ia
therf"
The most beautiful woman that
ever lived in all the wurrld. Peg"
"She looks beautiful in the picture
We have of her
From the inside pocket of his cont
ne drew ont little beautifully paint
ed miniature The frame had long
since been worn and frayed O'Con.
nell looked at the face, and his eyes
shone.
THE man that painted 1t couldn't
put the soul OF her into it That he
couldn't; not the soul of her"
Am like her at all. father" asked
Peg w1stfully.
Sometimes ye are, dear, very like"
After little pause Peg said:
"ye loved her very much, father,
didn't ye?'
He nodded. Il loved her with all
the heart of me and all the strength of
me-"
Peg sat daiet for some minutes; then
she asked BIN a question very quietly
and hung in suspense on his answer:
DO We love me as much as We loved
her, father?'
Its different. Peg, quite. quite diff
ferent."
why is itT' She waited
He did not answer
Sure love is love whether We feel
it for a woman or child" she per.
sisted.
OCOnnell remained silent
Did We love her betther than We
love me- father?" Her soul was in her
great blue eyes as she waited excitedly
for the answer to that. to her. momen.
tous question.
why do We ask me that?' said
O'Connell
Because | always feel little sharp
pain right through my heart whenever
We talk about me mother. Ye see. ia
Their, I've thought all these years that
l was the one We really loved
'Ye're the only one have in the
wurrld. Peg"
And ye don't love her memory bet
ther than We do meY