Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1915-02-17

'~>o >sN"N~ '" A1CA oaCOlu was SO1A'
ing thickly. Her eyes were fastened
in hatred ON her bc>.:her's face.
KINDLY try to control yourself
Angela" Kingsnorth said sternly.
You should consider my position a
little more
"Ye'r position? And what is hist
You with everything you want in life
that man with nothing. He is being
bounded to prison for what? Pleading
for his country! Is that crime? he
was shot down by soldiers-for what?
For showing something we English
are always Boosting of feeling our
selves and resent any other nation
feeling it-patriotism!'
"Stop!' commanded Kingsnorth.
IF you take that sick, wretched
man out of this house it will be a
crime began Angela.
Kingsnorth stopped her. he turned
to the magistrate, kindly take the
man away
Roche moved to the window.
Angela's heart sank. All her plead
ing was in vain. Her voice faltered
and broke:
Every we'll, then, take him. Sen
tence him for doing something his
own countrymen will one day build
monument to him for doing. The mo-
ment the prison door closes behind him
a thousand voices will cry Shame! on
you and your government and thou
sand new patriots will be enrolled
And when he comes out from his tor
ture he'll carry on the work Of hatred
and vengeance against his tyrants. He
will fight you to the last ditch. You
may torture his body, but you cannot
break his heart or wither his spirit
They're beyond you. They're--they're''
she stopped suddenly as her voice
rose to the breaking point and left the
room.
The magistrate went down the drive.
In few moments O'Connell was on
his way to the courthouse. closely
guarded prisoner.
Angela, from her window. watched
the men disappear. She buried her
face in her hands and moaned as she
had not done since her mother left her
just few years before. The girlhood
in her was dead. She was a woman
The one great note had come to her,
transforming her whole nature-love.
And the man she loved was being
carried away to the misery and degra-
dation of a convict.
Gradually the means died away.
The convulsive heaving of her breast
subsidized.
A little later. when her sister, Moni-
ca. came in search of her, she found
Angela in dead faint.
By night she was in a fever.
One day in November Angela receiv~
ed the following letter:
Dublin, Ireland. Nov. 16, 49,.
Dear Lady Of Mercy-I have served my
sentence. l am free. At first the horrible
humiliation of my treatment, of my sur
roundngs, Of the depths l had to sink to,
burned into me. Then the thought Of you
sustained me. Your gentle voice, your
beauty, your pity. your unbounded faith
in me, strengthened my soul. All the
degradation fell from me. They were but
ignoble means to noble end l was tor
tured that others might never know sor-
row. l was imprisoned that my country
men might know liberty. And so the load
was lighter.
The memory of those three wonderful
days was so marvellous, so vivid, that it
shone like star through the blackness
Of those terrible days.
You seem to have taken hold of my
heart and my soul and my life.
Forgive me for writing this to you, but
it seems that you are the only one I've
ever known who understands the main
springs of my nature, of my hopes and
my ambitions - indeed. of my very
thoughts.
Today met the leader of my party He
greeted me warmly. At last ! have prov
ed myself worthy follower. They thin
it best l should leave Ireland for awhi,t
II | take active part at once l shall bt
! arrested again and sent for a longer SEN
tence.
They have offered me the position oil
one Of the speakers in a campaign il
America to raise funds for the cause
l must first see the chief in London. II,
| sent message. writing in the highcs
| terms of my work and expressing a wis
| to meet me. l wonder if it would h,
| possible to see you in London?
! If am sent to America it would spe,
my going to speak to you again. If 80,
| feel that | ask too much do not ansn.
this. and will understand.
Out Of the fullness of my heart, II,
| the depths Of my soul and with the W.
| fervor of my being. | ask You to i,,.,
| all the gratitude Of heart filled to nl
| flowing.
God bless and keep YOU. Yours in hon,
! age and gratitude,
FRANK OWEN ocoNNELl..
Her answer:
| London, Nov 10, IS.
| My Dear Mr.. O'Conneii-i am glad in
| deed to have your letter and to Know 80,
are free again. | nave often thought O
your misery during all these months AM
| lon"ed to 10 something to assuase it,
is only when friend is in need and al
avenues of help are closed to him that
| woman realizes how helpless She is.
| That they have not crushed your spiri
does not surprise me. was as sure O
that as | am that the sun is shining to
day. That YOU do not work actively i
Ireland at once is. 1 am sure. wise Fool
| hardness is not courage.
In little while the English government
may realize how hopeless it is to try t
conquer people who have liberty in thei
hearts. Then they will abate the rigo
of their unjust laws.
| When that day comes you must retur
and take up the mission with renewe
strength and hope and stimulated by tn
added experience Of bitter suffering.
Il l should most certainly like to see 70
in London. l am staying with distan
connection Of the family. We go to tn
south of France in a few weeks | hav
been very il-aAother reproach to tn
| weakness of woman. l am almost recoy