The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-02-25

YINGSNORTH sank INTO cnaIG
The letter slipped from his i'm
~ gers. All his dreams had van.
ished In a moment. His house
of cards had toppled down. His amb-
lions were surely and positively de-
,troved at one stroke. He mechanlca
" picked up the letter ana reread it
Had it been his death sentence 1t could
NOT have affected him more cruelty:
D.ar Nathaniel-I scarcely know how
m write to you about what has happened
/ am afraid l am in some small measure
70 blame. Ten days ago your sister show
Cd me a letter from a man named OCon-
nell
Kingsnorth crushed the letter in his
hand as he read the hated name-tue
name of the man who had caused him
so much discomfort during that unfor.
tupate visit to his estate in Ireland.
How he blamed himself now tor hay.
ing ever gone there! There was indeed
a curse on 1t for the Kingsnorths.
He Strengthened out the crumpled
piece of paper and read on
"a maj. named O'Connell-the man she
nursed in your house in ireland after tie
had been SnOI ny tuo soibiNi9' iiS FA9
coming to England and wished to see her.
She asked my permission l reasoned
with her, but she was decided. II l
should not permit her to see him in my
house she would meet him elsewhere. 1t
seemed better the meeting should be un-
der my roof, so consented. l bitterly re
proach myself now for not acquantiuE
Won with the particulars. You might have
succeeded in stopping what has hap
pened
Your sister and O'Connell were married
this morning by special license and LEFT
this afternoon for Liverpool en- route 10
America.
| cannot begin to tell you how much 1
depore the unfortunate affair. 1t viii
always be a lasting sorrow TO me
,annot write any more now. My head
is aching with the thought of what it viii
mean to you. Try not to think too hardly
of me and believe me, always your at
fectionate cousin,
MARY CAROLINE WEXFORD
Kingsnorths head sank on TO his
breast Every bit of life left him, ev
erythlng about his feet ashes. the
,dughingstock of his friends.
Were Angela there ut that moment
he could have killed her.
The humiliation of it. The degrade
ton of it. Married to that lawIess
Irish agitator. The man now mem.
Der of his family! A cry of misery
broke from him as he realized that
the best years of his life Were to come
and go fruitlessy. His career was
ended. Despair lay heavy on his soul.
Standing on the main deck of an At
lantic liner stood Angela and O'Con.
nell
They were facing the future to-
gether.
Their faces were turned to the west.
The sun was sinking in blaze of
color.
Their eyes lighted up with the joy
of hope.
Love was in their hearts.
A year after the events in the pre-
ceding chapter took place OConnell
and his young wife We're living i'll
small apartment in one of the poorer
sections of New York city.
The first few months in America
had been glorious ones for them. Their
characters and natures unfolded TO
each other as some wonderful paint
ings, each taking its own hues from
the alteration of the other.
In company with noted Irish or
ganizer O'Connell had spoken in many
Of the big cities of the United States
and was everywhere hailed as hero
and a martyr to English tyranny.
Bnf ha had hnn MI
cap-a drawback he had never felt
during the years of struggle preceding
his marriage. His means were indeed
small. He tried to exc out a little i'll
come writing articles for the newspa-