The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-02-18

iSn society girl, VINO defendS him.
Angela takes OConnell to her brother,
home and helps to nurse him. He RECEIVERS
and he and the girl become fast friends.
| CONTINUED FROM LAST WEEK
It'll be long time comm, In
thinkin'. If they take so long to free
whole country how long do we sup
pose it'll take them to free a whole SCI
and the female one at that?"
ut will GOMEZ she said resolutely.
"And you cried over Ireland's scr
rows?"
"As a child and as a woman" said
Angela.
"And we've gone about here tryin' tt
help them, too, haven't ye?"
81 could do very little"
"Well, the spirit is there-and the
heart is there If they hadn't liked yor
it's the sorry time maybe your brother
would have"
He paused again, looking at her In
tently, while his fingers clutched thu
coverlet convulsively as If to stif1e 9
cry Of pain.
MAY 1 ask We yer name ?" he gasped
angela" she said, almost in whis
per.
angela" he repeated. "Angela
It's well named We are. It's the min
isterin' angel we'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 ant
throbbn' in me hearth"
TRY to sleep until the doctor comes
tonight"
He lay back and closed his eyes. e
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.
Eye heard me speak, did ye?"
"Yes.''
"Where were YEP
"Above you. behind bank Of trees,
A playful smile played around his
lips as he said. ut was good speech
| wasn't it,"
II thought it wonderful" Angela an
swered. @
And what were yer feelin's listen
in to a man urgin' the people against
yer own country?"
II felt l wanted to stand beside yor
and echo everything you said" a.
Ibid your" And his eyes blazed ant
his voice rose.
"You spoke as some prophet speak
ing in wilderness of sorrow trying t.
bring them comfort"
He smiled whimsically as he said II
weary voice:
Il tried to bring them comfort. and
got them broken heads and buckshot.
Its only through suffering every
great cause triumphs," said Angela.
"Then the Irish should triumph some
day. They've suffered enough, Coo
| Knows
"They WILL" said Angela eagerly
"Oh, how l wish I'd been born a maj
to throw in my lot with the weak, t.
bring comfort to sorrow, freedom t.
the oppressed, joy to wretchedness
That is your mission. How l envy
you! / glory in what the future has Ii
store for you. Live for it! Live fol
| itw
II willv' cried O'Connell. "SOme day
the yoke will be lifted from us. Coo
grant that mine will be the hand t.
help do it. God grant am alive to Sc,
it done. That day'll be worth Twin
for-to wiring recognition from our enc
mics, to-to-to''- He sank back weak
ly ON the pillow, his voice falling to {
| whisper.
Angela brought him some water anG
helped him up while he drank it. She
smOothed back the shining haired
shot through gold-from his forehead
He thanked her with a look. Suddenly
he burst into tears. The strain Of the
day had snapped his self control al
last. The fioodgates were opened. HI
sobbed and sobbed like some tired
hurt child. Angela tried to comfor
him. In moment she was crying too
He took her hand and kissed it repeat
eddy, the tears falling on it as he did so
God bless ye! God bless ye" he
cried.
In that moment Of self revelation
their hearts went out to each other
Neither had known happiness nor love
nor faith in mankind.
In that one enlightening moment OF
emotion their hearts were laid bare tt
each other. The great comedy of life
between man and woman had begun.
Three days afterward O'Connell was
able to dress and move about his room
He was weak from loss Of blood ant
the confinement that an active man re
sents. But his brain was clear ant
vivid. They had been three wonderful
days.
Angela had made them the mos
amazing In his life. The memory Of
those hours spent with her he woult
carry to his grave. ---