The Bridgeport evening farmer. [volume] (Bridgeport, Conn.) 1866-1917, 1915-02-03


the innermost sanctuary Of his being.
"Stopl You don't speak like one Of
our family. 1t Is like listening to some
herefic-some''-
ST don't feel like one of your farnf-
". You are a Kingsnorth. am my
mothers child-my poor, gentle, ma
tient mother, who lived a life of un-
selfish resignation, who welcomed
death when it came to her as a release
from tyranny. Don't call me a Kings
north. I know the family too well
know all the name means to the peo-
pie who have suffered through your
family,
after this the best thing the only
things to separate" said Nathaniel.
Whenever you wish"
sI'u make you an allowance"
Don't let it be burden
I've never been SO shocked so
stunned'
81 am glad. From my cradle I'VE
been shocked and stunnedEin my
home. It's some compensation to know
you are capable OF the feeling too
Frankly, didn't think you were"
Wen talk no more Of this and
Nathaniel began to pace the room.
II am finished" and Angela went to
the door.
ut would be better we didn't meet
again-in any event not often,'' add
ed Nathaniel
.4Thank you,'' said Angela, opening
the door. He nnotioned her to close
it, that he had something more to say
wen find you some suitable chap
eron. You can spend your winters
abroad, as you have been doing-Lon-.
don for the season until you're suit
ably married. Pl follow out my fa-
theirs wishes TO the letter You shall
be handsomely provided for the day
you marry
She closed the door with q snap and
came back to him and looked him
steadily in the eyes.
ssEhe man marry shall take moth
ing from you. Even in his last win
and testament my father proved him
self a Kingsnorth. It was only a
Kingsnorth could make his youngest
daughter dependent on you'll?
my father knew I would respect his
wishes
esHe was equally responsible for me,
yet he leaves me to your care-a Kings
north! The men masters and the wom-
en- slaves! That is the Kingsnorth
doctrine
A servant came in to tell Angela the
doctor had come. Without word An
gela went out to see 20 the wounded
man. The servant followed her.
Let alone, Nathaniel sat down, shock
ed and stunned, to review the inter
view he had just had with his young
er sister.
When Angela entered the sickroom
she found DR. McGinnis, CHEEKY,
bright eyed, rotund little man Of fifty,
talking freely to the patient and pune
tuating each speech with hearty
laugh. His good humor was infec-
tious.
The wounded agitator felt the effect
of it and was trying to laugh feebly
himself
ssSure it's the fine target ye must
have made with yer six feet and one
inch How could the poor soldiers
help hittin' We? Answer me thatT'
And the jovial doctor laughed again
as he dexterously wound a bandage
around O'ConneIFs arm.
ssAisy now while [ tie the bandages
me fine fellow. Yen live to see the
inside of an English Jail yet"
He turned as he heard the door open
and greeted Angela.
ssGood afternoon to We, Miss Kings
north. Faith, it's a blessin' ye brought
the boy here. There's no tellin' what
the prison surgeon would have done
to him. 1T is saItpeter, they tell me-
the English doctors rub into the Irish
wounds to kape them smartin'. And.
nv the like token, they do the same,
too, In the English house of commons.
Saltpeter In Ireland's wounds is what
they give u.s.
els he much hurtG'' asked Angela.
seWe11. they've broken nothin'. Just
blackened his face and made few
holes in his skin. It's buckshot they
used. Buckshot! Thank the merciful
! Mr.. Foster for that same. 'Buckshot
Foster as the Irish reverently cal
him..
what dastardly thing to DOR she
cried
Eye may well say that, Miss Kings
nortEl.'' said the merry little doctor
.sBut it's betther than a bullet from .
Martini-Henry rifle. that's what it is
And there's many a poor English land
lords got one of 'em in the back fol
ridin' about at night on his own land
IT'S a fatherly government we have
Miss Kingsnorth- Hurt EN- but dom
quite kill 'em,' sez they, and then pu
,em in Jail and feed them on breat
and vather. That'u take the fine talk
in and patriotism out of them Sc
they
saTheysu never take it out of me
They may kill me perhaps, but unit
they do they'll never silence me, ? muI
INJURED O'Connell in a voice so low, We
SO bitter. that it startled Angela