The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1915-03-01
he always calls me >.

She uncovered her eyes as the tears
trickled down through her fingers.
Don't do that he said softly as he
felt the moisture start into his own
eyes.
ST don't often cry" she said. ''AfG
father never made me do it. I never
saw him cry but twice In his life
once when we made little money an
we had a mass said for me mothers
soul an we had the most beautiful
candles on Our Lady's altar he cried
then, he did. An when I left him to
come here on the sfip-an' then only
at the last minnit.''
In q moment she went on again:
az cried meself to sleep that night, I
did An msny night, too, on that
steamer.
"An' wish II hadn't come-that
do He's mfssinI me every ntnnit-an'
I'm nnissin' him. AM I'm not g0in' 20
be happy here ayther.
II don't want to be q lady. An they
won't make me one, ayther, If I can
help 1t. fYe can't make a silk purse
out OF sow's ear that's what ms
father always said. An that's Wllas
z am. I'm a sow's ear"
She stopped.
TN afraid csnnot agree WIN
you.''
She looked up at him and saId IN
differently:
That's what 1 am. I'm a sov'g
ear
when the strangeness wears or
you'n be very happy. You're among
friends"
Peg shook her head and sid bftbeE-
ly: mo, Pm not. They may be rell-
ttops. but they're not me friends
He turned to Peg and said:
when they really get 10 know you,
Miss O'ConneIl, they will be just as
proud Of you as your father ts-as-E
would be-
Peg looked at him in whimsical as
constituent: You'd be? Why should
you be proud OF meg'
I'D be more than proud If you'd look
ON me as your friend"
ga friend is it?" cried Peg WaFilV.
s'Sure I don't know who you are alta !"
and she drew away from him. She
was on her guard. Peg made Few
friends. why this man calling him
self by the outland1sh name OF Jerry
should walk I'm out OF nowhere and Of
fer her his friendship and expect her
to jump at It puzzled her. Who
was he?
W no are We 4C al1S- eIe 2s5a96Q-
mo one in particular" answered
Jerry between gasps.
rtI can see that" said Peg caDdldly.
ri mean what do We do7"
Everything little and nothing
really WELL Jerry replied Il was a
soldier for awhile; then I took q splash
at doctoring, read law, civil engineered
in South America for year: now I'm
farming"
.eFarming7" asked Peg ncredulously
Yes I'm farmer.''
Peg laughed as she looked at the well
cut clothes, the langutd manner and
easy poise.
1T must be mighty hard ON the land
and cattle to have you farmin' them
she said
ct isl and he. too. laughed agzin-
She started up the staircase leading
to the mauve room
Jerry called after. her anxiously:
ssNo, no. Miss O'COnnell! Don't 50
hike that
.I must,'' said Peg from the top OF
the stairs. 'swhat VIII get here but
to be laughed at an 1eered at by a lot
4of people that are not at to even look
at me father? Who are they, I'd Ike
to know, that mustn't speak his name
in their presenter
Suddenly she raised her hand above
her head, and in the manner and tone
OF a public speaker she astounded Jer-
~ with the following eutburst:
can that's what the Irish are dodn'
all over the wurrId. They're driven
out of their own country by the Eng
lfsh an become wanderers on the
face OF the earth, an nethin' they
ever earn III make up to them for tbs
separation from their homes an their
loved ones!'' She finished the perOra-
ton on a high note and with forced
manner such as she had frequently
heard on the platform.
She smiled at the astontshed Jerry
and asked him:
4tDo ye know what chat fsq''
'1 haven't the least idea,'' he an
swered truthfulIy.
That's out Of one OF me fathers
speeches. He father makes grand
speeches. He makes them In the cause
of Ireland"
t'Oh, reaIlyl In the cause Of Ire
land, Ell ?'' said Jerry.
Eyes. He's been struggIln' all his
life to make ireland free, to get her
home rule, We know. But the English
are'so ignorant. They think they know
more than me father. If they'd do
what me father tells them sure theread
be no more throubIe in Ireland at al"
(To Be ContinuSd.l