The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-02-11

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well. it's you they'll miss wheI
ye're gone. Miss Kingsnorth. Faith
If all the English were like you thi:
sort Of thing couldn't happen"
I'VE don't try to understand the
people. doctor. We just govern then
blindly and ignorantiy."
Faith. it's small blame to the Eng
fish. We're a mighty hard race Il
make head or tail of. and that's 6
fact-cryin' salt tears at the bedside OF
sick child and LAWN to shoot a pool
man in the ribs for DARN to ask fol
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."
I've seen things since I've beer
here that would justify almost any
thing cried Angela. I've seen sui
fering no one In England dreamed Of
misery that London. with all its pov
erty and wretchedness. could not com
pare with. Were I born in Ireland
should be proud to stake my liberty
and my life to protect my own people
from such horrible brutality"
The wounded man opened bis eyes
and looked full at Angela. 1t was q
look at once Of gratitude and rever.
ence and admiration
Her heart leaped within her.
CHAPTER III. .
The Irish Patriot.
no far no man in the little walled
In zone she had lived in had
~ ever stirred Angela to an even
momentary enthusiasm. They
were all SO fatuously contented with
| their environment. Sheltered from
birth, their anxiety was chiefly how
to make life pass the pleasantest.
They occasionally showed a spasmodic
excitement over the progress of q
cricket or polo match. Their achieve
ments were largely those of the stay
at 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 q man in the real heart of
| life. He was engaged in struggle
that makes existence worth while-the
| effort to bring a message II his people.
Then arose picture Of her sister,
Monica, with her puny social preten-
sions-recognition Of those in 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 unselish abnegation Of
| her, the souls tragedy Of her, giving
| up her life at the altar of duty at the
| bidding of a hardened despot.
She was reused from her self search
ing thoughts by the doctors voice and
the touch of his hand.
"Goodby for the present, Miss Kings
north. Sure it's in good hands I'm
lawn him. But for you he'd be lynn
| in the black Jail with old DR.. Costello
glarin' down at him with his gimlet
| eyes,"
Angela sat down at little distance
| from the sickbed and watched the
| wounded man. His face was drawn
| with pain. His eyes were closed. But
he was not sleeping. His fingers lock-
| ed and unlocked. His lips moved. He
opened his eyes and looked at her.
you need not stay here" he said.
Would you rather didn't"
why did you bring me here|
ITO make sure your wounds were
| attended to-"
"Your brother is landlord-'Kings-
north, the absentee landlord, We used
to call your father as children. And
I'm in his sons house. I'd betther be
In jail than here"
"You mustn't think that"
you've brought me here to humil-
late me-to humiliate me-"
mo. To care for you, to protect
you"
Protect meY'
IF can"
That's strange"
Il heard you speak today" She
paused you mustn't go to prison"
"Its the lot Of every Irishman today
who says what he thinks"
at mustn't be yours! 1t mustntv
| Angela's voice rose in her distress
She repeated: 1T mustn't! I'll appeal
| to my brother to stop it."
IF he's anything like his father it's
small heed he'll pay to your pleading.
The poor wretches here appealed to
old Kingsnorth in famine and sickness
not for help. mind We, just for a lit
tie time to pay their rents-and the
only answer they ever got from him
was Pay or go!"
~ know, know Angela replied.
"And many a time when was child
my mother and / cried over it."
He looked at her curiously. you and
yer mother cried over usT'
1--WE did Indeed we did"
They say the heart Of England ia In
its womankind But they have moth
ing to do with her laws"
ssrrbav will have some daV"