The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-02-06
copyrial1t. 1918. by Dodd. Mead C. Company

working for the biggest thing in life. His work is his life. I am nothing" ''But don't you think it would be in- discreet, dear, to have such a man come here2"
 "Why 1ndiscreet7'
 "A man who has been in pr1sonHs and Mrs Wrexford shuddered at the thought. She had seen and helped so many poor victims of the cruel laws, and the memory of their drawn faces and evil eyes and coarse speech flash ed across her mind. She could not rec oncile one coming into her little home. Angela answered her:
 .'Yes, he has been in prison but the shame was for his persecutors, not for him. Still, if you would rather saw him somewhere eIse'-
 "oh, no, my dear child. If you wish it''-
 ''I do just want to see him again, as he writes he does me. [ want to hear him speak again. ? want to wish him godspeed on his journey"
 tFvery well. Angela" said the old lady. ssAs you wish"
 A week afterward O'Conne1l arrived in London. They met in Mrs Wrsx- ford's little drawing room in Mayfair
 They looked at each other for some moments without speaking. Both not ed the fresh lines of suffering in each others face. They had been through the long valley of the shadow of sor- row since they had last met.
 But OsConneI thought as he looked at her that all the suffering he had gone through passed from him as some hideous dream. It was worth It. these months of torture-jus 50 be looking at her now; worth the long black nights, the labors in the heat of the day with life's outcasts around him, the ta1nts of his jatIeEss worth all the infamy of it just to stand there looking at her.
 She had taken his life in her two lit tie hands.
 He had bathed his soul all these months in the thought of her. He had prayed night and day that he might see her standing near him just as she was then, see the droop of her eye and the silk of her hair and feel the touch of her hand and hear the exquisite tenderness of her voice. He stood mute before her.
 She held out her hand and said sim ply:
 .'Thank you for coming"
 "It was good of you to let me,'' he answered hoarsely.
 'eThey have not broken your spirit or your courageT'
 ''No,'' he replied tensely; ''they are the stronger"
 q thought they would be- she said proudly. All sae while he was looking at the pale face and the thin transparency of her hands.
 %But you have suffered too You have been ill. Were you danger l His voice had Q catch of fear in 1t ai he asked the, to him, terrible question,
 s.No. It was just fever. 1t Is past | I am a little weak-a little tired. That will pass too"
 Eff anything had happened to you | or ever should happenT' He buried his face in his hands and moaned:
 ''Oh, my GodI Oh, my GodF' l His body shook with the sobs hd tried vainly to check. Angela put hei hand gently on his shoulder. Don't do that" she whispered.
 He controlled himseIf with an ehoEt
 3sIt will be over in a moment. Jusi a moment. am sorry He suddenly knelt at her feet, hii head bowed in reverence. God hel1 mer' he cried faintly. "I love you. love youP'
 She looked down at him, her faoo transf1gured. He loved her? The beat of her heart spoke tt. "Hl loves youP' The throbbing of hel brain shouted it, "sHe loves your The cry of her soul whispered it, ''He loves youF'
 1 She stretched out her hands to him
 'sMy love is yours, just as yours il ! mine. Let us join our lives and giva them to the suffering and the Op ] pressed"
 He looked up at her in wonder.
 ssI daren't. Think what amp
 ''You are the best that is in me. Ws are mates.''
 A peasant! A beggarF'
 'sYou are the noblest of the noble
 "A convict"
 '.Our Saviour was crucihed so that his people should be redeemed You have given the pain of your body sl that your people ma Sbe free"
 tIt wouldn't be fair to you" ht pleaded.
 ..1f you leave me 1t will be unfair to us both"
 "oh, my dear onei My dear oneT'
 He folded her in his arms.
 sI'H give the best of my days tl guard you and protect you and brina you happiness"
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