The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1915-02-13
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"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 merciful
Mr. Foster for that same. 'Buckshot
Foster as the Irish reverently call
him."
"What dastardly thing to dor' she
cried.
"Ye may we'll say that, Miss Kings
north" said the merry little doctor.
''But it's betthcr than bullet from a
Martini Henry rifle. that's what it is.
And there's many poor English land
lords got one of 'em in the back for
ridin' about ut night OF his own land.
It's Il fatherly government we have,
Miss Kingsnorth. Hurt 'em. but don'i
quite kill EN- sez they. and then Pm:
'em in Jail and feed them on brsa6
and wather. That'll take the fine talk
in and patriotism out of them.
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'Connell in voice so low. yet
so bitter. that 1t startled Angeia.
yell do that all in good time. me
fine boy" said the busy little doctor
"Here. take pull Mt this" and he
handed the patient glass in which he
had dropped a few crystals into some
water.
DIR. McGinnis said in a whisper to
Angela:
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.
"Nonc in the wurrld. He's got a
fine constitution, and mebbe the buck
shot was pretty clean. I've washed
them out WELL"
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 lynn Oh that bed ud talk the
hind foot of 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. III they'd killed me today there
would be thousand voices rise oil
over Ireland to take the place of mine"
Faith, I'd rather kape me own life
than to have hundred thousand
spakin' for me and me dead. Is it
long yer stayin' hcrey' and the little
man picked up his hat.
II don't KNOW" said Angela.
"Well. it's you they'll miss when
ye'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
people. doctor. We just govern them
blindly and ignorantly.''
"Falth, it's small blame to the Eng
fish. We're mighty hard race to
make head or tail Of. and that's a
fact-cryin' snlt tears at the bedside of
sick child and LAWN to shoot poor
man in the ribs for DARN to ask for
his rint."
They're not Irishmen." came from
the sickbed.
"Faith. and they are. now. And it's
small wondher the men who sit in
Whitehall in London trate them like
savages."
1--WE seen things since I've been
here that would Justify almost my
thing" cried Angela. 1--WE seen suf-
fering no one In England dreamed Of;
misery that London. with oil Its pow
erty and wretchedness. could not COM
pare with. Were born in Ireland l
should be proud to stake my liberty
and my life to protect my own people
from such horrible brutality"
The wounded man opened his eyes
and looked full at Angela. 1t was a
look ut once Of gratitude and rever-
ne and admiration.
Ter heart Ieapcd within her.
CHAPTER ~.
The Irish Patriot.
40 far no man in the little walled
- in zone she had lived in had
~ ever stirred Angela to III even
mOmentary enthusiasm. They
were oil so fatuously contented with
their environment. Sheltered from
birth, their anxiety was chiefly how
to make life pass the pleasantest.
They occasionally showed Spasmodic
excitement over the progress of a
cricket or polo match. Their achieve.
ments were largely those Of the stay
ut home warriors who fought with
the quill what others faced death with
the sword for. Their inertia disguised
her. Their self satisfaction spurred
her to resentment.
Here was man in the real heart of
life. He was engaged in n struggle
that makes existence worth while-the
effort to bring message to hts people.
Then arose picture Of her sister,
Monica, with her puny social preten-
sions-recognition of those in a high
er grade. bread and meat and drink to
her; adulation and gross fattery, the
very breath of her nostrils; her BROTH
er's cheap. narrow platitudes about the
rights of rank and wealth.
The memory Of her mother was the
only link that bound her to her child.
hood-the gentle, accomplishing spir.
it Of her, the unsel1sh abnegation OF
her, the souls tragedy Of her, giving
up her life at the altar NJ dutv NJ tho