Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1915-02-10
BY
J. HARTLEY MANNERS
Copyright 1919 by Dodd. Mead &
Company.
CHAPTER ~,
Tho Irish Patriot.

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
We're all so fatuously contented with
their environment. Sheltered from
birth, their anxiety was chiefly how
to make life pass the pleasantest.
They occasionally she wed Il spasmOdic
excitement over the progress Of
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 man in the real heart of
life. He was engaged in struggle
that makes existence worth while-the
effort to bring message to his people.
Then arose a picture Of her sister,
Monica, with her puny social preten-
siohs-recognition Of those in a high
er grade, bread and meat and drink to
her; adulation and gross flattery, 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 unsel6sh abnegation of
her, the souls tragedy Of her, giving
up her life at the altar OF duty at the
bidding Of 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
.orth. Sure it's in good hands Pm
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
be 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 l 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 bis 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 me?'
IF l can"
That's strange"
Il heard you speak today" She
paused. "You mustn't go to prison"
Its the lot of every lrishman today
who says what he thinks
1T mustn't be yours! 1t mustn't!'
Angela's voice rose in her distress
She repeated: ut mustn't! I'll appeal
to my brother to stop it,"
III 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 ye. just for lit
tie time to pay their rents-and the
only answer they ever got from him
was Pay or gov"
II know, I know Angela replied.
"And many time when was child
my mother and cried over it."
He looked at her curiously. You and
yer mother cried over us?'
I'VE did. Indeed we did,
'They say the heart of England Is in
its womankind. But they have moth
ing to do with her laws"
'They will have some day"
It'll be a long time comm, I'm
t1hnkin'. If they take so long to free
4 whole country how long do ye sup
pose it'll take them to free whole sex
and the female one ut that?"
1T will GOMEZ she said resolutely.
And you cried over Ireland's sor-
1ows?"
LAS a child and as a woman" said
Angela.
And we've gone about here tryin' to
help them. too. haven't ye?"
Il could do very little"
"well, the spirit is there-and the
heart is there. If they hadn't liked you
it's the sorry time maybe your brother
would have"
He paused again, looking at her in
tently. while his fingers clutched the
coverlet convulsively as If to stif1e g
cry of pain.
MAY ask ye yer name?" he gasped
angela" she said, almost in wills
per.
'Angela," he repeated. angela
It's we'll named ye are. It's the min
isterin' angel ye've been down here
to the people-and-to me-"
Don't talk any more now. Rest"
"Rest. is it, with all the throuble II
the wurrld beatin' in me brain and
throbbin' in me heart?"
"Try to sleep until the doctor comes
tonight"
He lay back and closed his eyes.
Angela sat perfectly still.
In a few minutes he opened then
again. There was a new light in hi
eyes and Il smile on his lips.
I'VE heard me speak, did ye?"
"Yes"