Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1915-03-17

Mlcnael, mucn to the amusement OF
the passengers. the visitors and stew
ards.
Poor, stanch. loyal. honest, true lit
tie Peg. going alone to-what? Leav-
ing the one human being she cared fox
and worshiped-her playmate. counsel
or. friend and father-all in one!
O'Connell never dropped his high
spirits all the time they were together
on board the ship. He went aboard
with laugh, and when the bell rang
for all visitors to go ashore he said
goodby to Peg with a laugh, while
poor Pegs heart felt like stone in
her breast. She stood sobbing up
against the rail Of the saloon deck as
the ship swung clear. She WAS looking
for her father through the mists of
tears that blinded her.
Just as the boat slowly swept past
the end of the dock she saw him right
at the last post so that he could watch
the boat uninterruptedly until it was
out Of sight He was crying himself
now-crying like a child-and as the
boat swung away he called up: MY lit
tie Peg! Peg O my hearth How
she longed to get off the ship and go
back to him! They stood waving to
each other as long as they remained
in sight.
While the ship plowed her way to-
ward England with little Peg on board
the man whom she was crossing the
Atlantic to meet died quietly one morn
ing with no one near him.
The nurse found Mr.. Kingsnorth
smiling peacefully as though asleep.
He had been dead several hours.
Near him on the table was a cable
dispatch from New York:
My daughter sailed on the Mauritania
today at 10 o'clock.
FRANK OWEN oCoNNELL.
Mrs. Chichester, whom we last saw
under extremely distressing circum-
stances in Ireland, now enters promi-
nently into the story. She was lead
ing a secluded and charming existence
in an old and picturesque villa at Scar
borough, in the north of England. Al
though her husband had been dead for
several years, she still chung to the
outward symbols of mourning. 1t add
! ed softness to the patrician line of
her features and touch of distinction
to her manner and poise. She had an
| illustrious example of a lifelong sor.
| row, and, being ever loyal, Mrs. Chi
chester retained the weeds of widow
hood and the Grape of affection ever
present.
She was proud indeed of her two
| children, about whom she had written
so glowingly to her brother Nathaniel.
Alaric was the elder. In him Mrs.
Chichester took the greater pride. He
was so nearly being great-even from
| infancy-that he continually kept his
| mother in condition Of expectant
wonder. He was nearly brilliant at
school. At college he almost got his
degree. He just missed his blue at
cricket, and but for an unfortunate
ball dribbling over the net at a critical
moment in the semi final of the tennis
championships he might have won the
cup. He was quite philosophic about
it, though, and never appeared to re-
proach fate for treating him so shah
billy.
He was always nearly doing some.
thing, and kept Mrs. Chichester in q
lively condition Of trusting hope and
occasional disappointment. She knew
he would ''arrive" some day-come into
his own. Then all these half reward
ed efforts would be invaluable in the
building of his character:
Her daughter, Ethel, on the other
hand, was the exact antithesis to Altar
ic. She had never shown the slightest
interest in anything since she had frs
looked up at the man Of medicine who
ushered her into the world. She re-
garded everything about her with the
greatest complacency. She was never
surprised or angry or pleased or de