The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1915-04-08

allied that he had neglected her. He |
would do so no longer. Far from it. |
When they returned to London all that |
would be relnedied. He would take
care of her in every possible way. He
felt a genuine thrill course through
him as he thought of his generosity.
To all OF Ihis Angela made no an
swer. /
Stung by her silence, he left the room
and sent for his other sister. When
Monica came he told her that when
ever Angela wished to recognize his
magnanimity she could send for him.
She would not find him unforgiving.
To this Angela sent no reply.
When the fever had passed and she
was stronger arrangements We're made
for the journey to London.
As Angela walked unsteadily to the
carriage, leaning ON the arm of ths
nurse, Nathaniel came forward to as
sist her She passed him without a
word. Nor did she speak to him once
nor answer amy remark of his during
the long journey On the train.
When they reached London she re-
fused to go to the kingsnorth house.
where her brother lived, but Went at
once to a distant cousin of her moth
er's, Mrs Wexford, and made her
home with her, as she had often done
before. She refused to hold any fur
ther communication with her brother.
despite the ministrations Of her sister,
Monica, and Mrs. Wexford.
Mrs Wrexford was gentle little
white capped widow, whose only hap
piness in life seemed to be in worry
ing over others misfortunes. She was
on the board of various charitable Or
ganizations and was ii busy helper in
the field of mercy. She worshiped
Angela, as she had her mother before
her That something serious had oc-
Cured between Angela and her broth
er Mrs Wrexford realized, but she
could find out nothing by questioning
Angela. Every time she asked her
anything relative to her attitude Ange-
Ia was silent.
One day she begged Mrs. Wexford
never to speak of her brother again.
Mrs. Wrexford respected her wishes
and watched her and nursed her
through her convalescence with a ten
der solicitude.
When O'Connell's letter came Angela
showed it to Mrs. WreNford, together
with her reply.
"Do you mind if | see him here?'
Angela asked.
"What kind of man is he?''
'"The kind that heroes are made OF.
"He writes so ostrangely-may one say
unreservedly? Is he a gentleman!'
"In the real meaning of the word
yes"
"Of good family?'
Not as we estimate goodness. His
family We're just simple peasants
do you think it wise to see him!
II. don't consider the wisdom.
only listen to my heart"
"You-you love himT'
$50 much of love as I can give is
his"
"Oh, my dearr' cried Mrs. Wexford
thoroughly alarmed.
Don't be afraid" said Angela quiet
ly. "Our ways lie wide apart He is
working for the biggest thing i'll life
His work is his life. | am nothing
"But don't you think it would be in
discreet, dear, to have such a mar
| come here?"
"Why indiscreet?'
"A man who has been in PRISON.
and Mrs Wrexford shuddered at th'
| thought. She had seen and helped 81
| MANY poor victims of the cruel laws
and the memory of their drawn face'
and evil eyes and coarse speech flash
| ed across her mind. She could not rec
oncile one coming into her little home
Angela answered her:
Eyes, he has been in prison, but til
shame was for his prosecutors, not 10
him. Still. If you would rather say
him somewhere else
"Oh, no, my dear child. If 20
wish it,
| II do just want to see him agail
as be writes he does me. l want
hear him speak again. l want to wis
him godspeed on his Journey
! every well. Angela said the ol
lady. ''As you wish.'
A week afterward O'Connell arrive
in London. They met in Mrs. Wre'
ford's little drawing room in Mayfair
They looked at each other for som
moments without speaking. Both no
ed the fresh lines Of suffering in eac
others face. They had been throuG
the long valley Of the shadow OF so
row since they had last met.
But O'Connell thought as he locke
at her that all the suffering he ha
gone through passed from him as son
hideous dream 1t was worth it
these months Of torture-just to
looking at her now; worth the loI
black nights. the labors in the heat
the day with life's outcasts arour
him, the taunts Of his iailers; wort
all the infamy of it just to stand the
looking at her.
She had taken his life in her two Ii
tie hands.
He had bathed his soul all the:
months in the thought of her. He b:
prayed night and day that he mig
see her standing near him just as 81
was then. see the droop of her eye al
the silk of her hair and feel the tout
of her hand and hear the exquisi
tenderness of her voice. He stood mu
before her.
She held out her hand and said sil
ply:
"Thank you for coming"
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