The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1915-03-10


self 4 Kingsnorth. It was only
Kingsnorth could make his youna
daughter dependent OH you!
My father knew.I would respect
wishes"
: He was equally responsible for
yet be leaves me to your care-a Kin
north. The men masters All the VIC
ell slaves: That Is the kingsDOr
doctrine"
A servant came In to tell Angela t
doctor had come. Without word A
gela went cut to see to the wOundt
man. The servant followed her.
Let alone. Nathaniel Kat down. shoe
I'd and stunned: tb resiew the int
view be had just had: with his youn
er sister.
When Angela entered the siekroo
she found DIR McGinnis. leer
bright eyed. rotund little man OF att
talking freely to the patient and pun|
tuating each speech with heart
laugh. His good humor was infe'
tous.
| The wounded agitator felt the ened
! Of 1t and was trying to laugh feebl
himself.
Sure it's the .dne target ye mus
have made with yer six feet and on
; inch. How could the poor soldier
help hittin' ye? Answer me that
And the jovial doctor laughed agati
as he dexterously wound bandag
around O'ConneIl's arm.
"Aisy now while tie the bandage
me fine fellow. Yell live to zee tn
inside Of IN English jail yet"
He turned as he heard the door opel
and greeted Angela.
Good afternoon to ye. Miss Kings
north. Faith. It's blessin' ye brought
the boy here. There's no tellin' what
the prison surgeon would have dond
to him. 1t is saltpeter. they tell mel
the English doctors rub into the Irish,
wounds to kape them smartin'. And
by the like token. they do the same,
too. in the English house Of commonsI
Saltpeter in lreland's wounds is what
they give u.s." r"
rs he much hurt?" asked Angela.
/ well, they've broken nothin'. Just
blackened his face and made a few
holes in his skin. It's buckshot they
used. Buckshot! Thank the mercifu
Mr. Foster for that same. 'Bucksho1
Foster as the Irish reyerently call
him."
what a dastardly thing to doT' she
cried. ,,,
aye may we'll say that, Miss Kings
north" said the merry little doctor.
But it's betther than a bullet from
Martini Henry rife. that's what 1t ID.
| And there's many poor English land
lords. rot one of 'em In the back for
ridin' about at night on his own land.
It's a fatherly government we have,
Miss Kingsnorth. Hurt 'em. but don't
quite kill 'em.' sez they. and then put
'em in Jail and feed them on bread
and wather. That'll take the fine talk
in. and patriotism out Of them. SEE
they"
They'll never take it out Of me.
They may kill me perhaps. but until
they do they'll never silence me-" muir
INJURED O'ConneIl in voice SO low, yet
so bitter. that 1t startled Angela.
yell do that all in good time. me
fine how" said the busy little doctor.
"Here. take a pull at this" and ne
handed the patient glass in which he
had dropped few crystals into some
water.
DR.. McGinnis said in a whisper to
Angela: 4 p
LET him have that every three
hours; oftener If he wants to talk
We've got to get his mind at rest"
"There's no danger?" asked Angela
in the same tone.
"None in the wurrld. Hes got q
fine constitution, and mebbe the buck.
shot was pretty clean. I've washed
them out we'll"
ITO think of men shot down like
dogs for speaking of their Country
It's horrible! It's wicked! It's mon
strouS!!" %. ,
Faith. the English don't know what
else to do with them. miss. It's no use
arguin' with the like of him. That
man lyin' on that bed 'ud talk the
hind foot off heifer. The only way
to kape the likes Of him quiet Is to
shoot him. and begob they have
II heard you, DOCTOR came from the
bed. IF they'd killed me today there
would be 4 thousand voices rise all
over Ireland to take the place Of mine
Faith, Id rather kape me own life
than to have a hundred thousand
spakin' for me and me dead. Is II
long yer stayin' here?' and the little
man picked up his hat.
II don't know" said Angela.
"Well. it's you they'll miss when
we're gone. Miss Kingsnorth. Faith,
if all the English were like you this
sort Of thing couldn't happen"
1--WE don't try to understand the
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