The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1915-06-24

ing down a stream. She stretched out
her hand to grasp it when the eyes
met hers, and the eyes were those Of a
dead man-and the man was Jerry!
She woke trembling with fear. and
she turned on the light and huddled
into Il chair and sat chattering with
terror until she heard her father NOV
ing in his room. She went to the door
and asked him to let her go in to him.
He opened the door and saw his little
Peg. wild eyed. pale and terror strick-
en-, standing on the threshold. The
look in her eyes terrified him.
What is it, Peg. ME darlin'? What
is it,"
She crept in and looked up into his
face with her startling eyes, and she
grasped him with both of her small
hands and in a voice dull and hopeless
cried despairingly:
Il dreamt he was dead-dead! An
I couldn't rache him. An he went on
past me-down the stream-with his
| face upturned." The grasp ioosened,
and just as she slipped from him
O'Connel caught her in his strong
arms and placed her gently on the sofa.
and she fell asleep.
Those first days following Pegs re-
! turn found father and child nearer
each other than they had been since
that famous trip through Ireland when
be lectured from the back of his his
torical cart.
She became O'Connelrs amanuensis.
During the day she would go from
library to library in New York verify
ing data for her fathers monumental
work
One evening some few weeks after
her return she was in her room pre-
pairing to begin her nights work will
her father when she heard the bel
ring. That was unusual. Their call
ers were few. She heard the outel
, door open. then the sound Of distant
voice mingling with her fathers.
Then came knock at her door.
There's somebody outside here t.
see ye. Peg" said her father.
who IS it, father?"
"a perfect sthranger-to me. b
quick now"
She heard her fathers footsteps g
into the little sitting room and thel
the hum of voices.
Her father was talking. She openet
the door and walked in. A tall, bronz
ed man came forward to greet her
Her heart almost stopped. She trem
bled violently The next moment Jer
ry had clasped her hand in both o
his.
"How are you. Peg?"
He smiled down at her as he use'
to in Regal Villa. and behind the smil
there was a grave look in his dar
ewes and the old tone of tenderness il
his voice.
"How are you. Peg" he repeated.
I'm fine. Mr.. Jerry" she replied I
a daze. Then she looked at OConnel
and she hurried on to say:
''This is my father, Sir Geral
Adair."
"We'd introduced ourselves "a
ready" said O'Connell good naturedl!
eying the unexpected visitor all tn
while. And what might ye be doil
in New York;" he asked.
II have never seen America. tai
an Englishman's interest In what "
J. once owned
AN lost through misgovernment' y
well. we'll say misunderstanding
"As they'll one day lose Ireland.
!. 81 hope not The two countries ul
derstand each other better every day
The bell rang again. Peg started
20. but O'Connell stopped her.
r Its McGinnis This is his night
S call and tell me the politics OF Il
g town I'll take him into the ne:
Il room. Peg. until yer visitor is gone"
"Oh. please" said Jerry hurried
and taking d step toward the door. "s
t. low me to call some other time!
l. Stay where ye ares' cried OCo
8 nell. hurrying out as the bell raj
again.
II want to ask We somethin'. !
It Gerald" she began.
% Jerry he corrected.
"Please forgive me for what ! 50
to ye that day. It was wrong OF
to say it. Yet it was just what