Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1915-01-28


Kingsnorth could make his youngest
daughter dependent on your
My father knew would respect his
wishes.'
He was equally responsible for nae.
vet he leaves me to your care-a Kings.
north! The men masters and G.e WON
Ell slaves! Tint is the llingsnoi'th
doctrine
A servant came III to tell Angela the
doctor had come. Without u word An
scla went out to see to the wounded
man. The servant followed her.
Let alone. Nathaniel sat down. shock
ed and stunned. to review the Inter-
view he had jast had with his young
cr sister.
When Angela entered the sickioom
she found DR.. McGinnis. CHEEKY.
bright eyed, rotund little man of fifty.
talking freely to the patient and pune
tlating each speech With hearty
hugh. His good humor was infec-
tiOus
The wounded agitator felt the effect
of it and was trying to laugh feebly
himself.
Sure it's the fine target We must
have made with yer six feet and one
inch. How could the poor soldiers
help hittin' yc? Answer me THAR
And the iovial doctor laughed again
as he dexterously wound bandaee
around O'Connell's arm.
"Aisy now While tic the banduge.
me fine fellow. Yell live to sec the
inside of an English .lail yet
He turned as he heard the door open
and greeted Angela.
Good afternoon to We. Miss Kings
north. Faith. it's q blessin' ye brought
the boy here. There's 10 tellin what
the prison surgeon would have done
to him. 1t IS saltpcter. they tell me,
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 nf commons.
In Irclnnds wounds Is what
they give us"
rs he much lurt?" asked .Angela.
"Well, they've broken notllin. Just
blackcned his face and made q few
holes in his skin. It's bucksllot they
used. Buckshot. Thank the merciful
Mr.. Foster for that same. 'BuckshOt
Foster as the Irish reverently call
Kim"
"What a dastarflly thing to DOR she
cried.
I'VE may we'll say that, Miss Kings
north.' snil the merry little doctor.
"But it's betther than bullet from a
Martini Henry rife, that's what 1t is.
And there's many poor English land
lords got one OF 'em in the back for
ridin' about ut night on his own land.
It's fatherly government we have,
Miss Kingsnorth. Hurt 'em, but don't
quite kill 'em.' SEE they. and then put
'em in Jail and feed them on bread
and wather. That'll tnke the fine talk.
in and patriotism out of Them Seq
they"
''They'll never take 1t 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 Angela.
"Ye'll do that all in good time. me
fine boy" said the busy little doctor
"Here. take pull at this" and he
handed the patient glass in which he
had dropped few crystals into some
water.
DIR. McGinnis said in 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.
None in the wurrld. FEES got a
fine constitution, and mcbbe the buck
shot was pretty clean. I've washed
them out wel''
ITO think Of men shot down like
dogs for speaking Of their country!
It's horrible! It's wicked! It's mop
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 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 thousand voices rise all
over Ireland to take the place Of mine. =
Faith, I'd rather kape mo own life
than to have hundred thousand
spakin' for rue and me dead. Is Il
long yer stayin' hcre" 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
people, doctor. We just govern them
Dlindly and ignorantly."
Faith, It's small blame to the Eng.
lish. We're mighty hard race TO
make head or tail of. and that's o
Pact-cryin' salt tears at the bedside Of
a sick child and LAWN to shoot . pote
man in the ribs for DARN 10 ask fot
his rint."
They're not Irlshmen." came from
The sickbed.
"Iaith. and they are. now. And It's
small wondher the men who sit In
in London trate them Ike
savages."
''I've seen things since I've t,eesl
here that would justify almost any
.hing!" cried Angela. 1--WE seen suf-
'ering no one in England dreamed Of;
misery that London. with all Its pow
,rty and Indebtedness, could not com.