The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-02-05

"But I have no choice, Miss Kings north.'
 .eFhe man can scarcely walk" she pleaded.
 "He will receive every attention, be- 1ieve me, Miss Kingsnorth,' ,' Roche re piled.
 Angela faced her brother again.
 teIf you let that wounded man go from this house today you will regret it to the end of your life" Her face was dead white. Her breath was com ing thick1y Her eyes were fastened in Hatred on her brothers face
 Kindly try to control yourself, Angela Kingsnerth said sternly. 'fYou should consider my position a little n1ore''
 Your position? And what is his? 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 crtme7 Re. was shot down by soldiers for whatf For showing something we English are always boast1ng of feeling our selves and resent any other nation feeling it-patriotisml "stopF' commanded Kinesnorth.
 tIf you 4ake that sick, wretched man out of this house it will be crime began Angela.
 Kingsnorth stopped her. He turned to the magistrate, Kindly take the man away
 Roche moved to the window. AngeIas heart sank. All her plead 1 ing was in vain. Her voice faltered and broke:
 ssvery wen. then, take him Sen tence him for doing some6bing his ] own country men VIII one day build a 1 monument to him Tor doing. The mo \ ment the prison door closes behind him q thousand voices will cry 'ShameH or j, you and your government and q thou. l sand new patriots will be enrolled. ] And when he comes out from his tor l ture he'll carry on the work of hatred 1 and vengeance against his tyrants- Be | 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 y're-they re- | -she stopped suddenly as her voice rose to the breaking point and lett tho room.
 The magistrate went down the drive. l In few moments O'Connen was on l lis way to the courthouse, a closely guarded prisoner.
 1 Angela, from her window, watched the men disappear. She buried her | face in her hands and noaned as she I had not done since her mother left her I just a few years before The g1rlhood 1 in her was dead. She was woman. The one great note had come to her, l transforming her whole nature-lOve.
 And the man she loved was being carried away to the misery and degEa- dation of a convict. 4F76 iad The convulsive heaving of her breast subsided.
 A little later, when her sister, Moni- ca. came in search of her, she found Angela in a dead faint. l By night she was in a fever. l
 One day in November Angela Feceiv. ed the following letter;
 Dublin, Ireland, Nov i6 IS I Dear Lady of MercyI have served my l sentenoe. I am free At first the horrible humiliation of my treatment. Of fny sur roundings. of fhe depths had to sink to- 1 burned into me, Then the thought of YOU sustained me. Your gentle voice, ypuE beauty, your pity. your unbounded 1aith in me, strengthened my soul. All the 1 degradation fell from me. They were bat | ignobIe means to a noble end I was tor tured that others might never know sor- row. I was imprisoned that my country men might know liberty. And so the load l was uSnIeE-
 The memory of those three wonderful days was 90 marvellous 50 vivid, that 70 shone like a star through the blackness of those terrible days T 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'yl ever known who understands the main- springs of my nature, Of my hopes and my ambitions = indeed, Of my vefS
 Today met the leader of my party. Ef5 greeted me warmly. At last have. prov. it best should leave Ireland for awhile If I take active part at once I shall bS arrested again and sent for a longer sen tence.
 They have offered me the position Ot one of the speakers in a campaign tH America to raise funds for the sscause I must first see the chief in London. E1d sent a message, writing in the hiEhss terms of my work and expressing wish to meet me. I wonder ff it would bS possible to see you in Loudon?
 If sent to Annerica it would speed my going to speak to you again. IT yoa feel that ask too much do not answer this, and will understand.
 Out of the fu1lness of my heart, from the depths of my soul and with the who'll feryor of my being, ask you to accspi all the gratitude of a heart filled to over. flowing.
 God bless and keep you. Yours in hom- age and gratitude,
 FRANK OWEN o'coNNEL.L.
 (To Be Contin0ed.5
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