Saturday news. (Watertown, S.D.) 19??-19??, 1915-02-11

rYe may well Nv that. Miss kings.
NORTH said the merry little doctor.
But it's betther than 4 bullet from q
Martini Henry rife, that's what it Isl.
And there's many . poor English land
lords got n Or 'em III the back for
rdins about at night on his own land.
It's q fatherly government we have.
Miss Kingsnorth. Hurt 'em, but don't
quite kill ,em. SEE they. and then put
em In jail and feed them OF bread
and wather. ThatH take the fine talk
in and patriotism out Of them seq
they
They'll never take 1t out Of me.
They may XIII me perhaps, but until
they do they'll eve silence me- muir.
INJURED 0'Conneli In avoice 50 low. vet
so bitter. thatit startled Angela.
.YeM do that all in good time. me
fine boy" said the busy little doctor.
Here, take a pull at this" and he
handed the patient a glass in which he
had dropped a few crystals into some
water.
Or. McGinnis said in a whisper 70
Angela:
LET him have that every three
hours; oftener IL he wants to talk.
We've got to get his mind at rest,
There's no danger?" asked Angola.
in the same tone. si
"None in the wurrld. He's got a
fine constitution, and mebbe the buck
shot was pretty clean. I've washed
them out WELL
ITO think of men shot down like
dogs for speaking of their country!
It's horrible. Its wicked! It's mon
strous!
Faith. the English don't Know what
else TO do with them, miss. It's no use
arguin with the like of him, That
man lynn on that bed nd talk the
hind foot of a heifer. The only way
to kape the likes OF him quiet is to
shoot him, and begob they have
~ heard you, Doctor came from the
bed. a.If they'd killed me today there
would be a thousand voices rise all
over Ireland to take the place of mine.''
Faith, Id rather kape me own life
than to have a hundred thousand
spakin' for me and me dead. Is 1t
long yer stayin' hereg' and the little
ma picked up his hat.
4 don't know said Angela.
Wei. It's you they'll miss when
ye're gone. Miss Kingsnorth. Faith,
IL all the English were like you this
sort Of thing couldn't happen.
W don't try to understand the
people. doctsr. We inst govern them
blindly and ignorantiy.
Faith, IT'S small blame to the Eng
hsh. We're a mighty hard race to
make head or tail OF. and that.s q
f~act-cryin' sale tears at the bedside OF
a sick child and lawn to shoot q poor
man in the ribs FOR DARN TO ask for
has rint.a,
They've not Irishmen. came from
TIE sickhed.
"Faith. ard they are. now. And IFS
small wendher the men who sit In
whitehall In London trate them like
IA z I
-TVe E things since i've been
here that wonM justify almost ny
thing!!' cried Angela. Five eel suf-
fering no q In England dreamed of;
misery that London, with all it's pow
erty and wretchedness. could not COM
pare with. We're I born In ireland I
should be proud to stake my liberty
and my lie to protect my own people
from snch horrible brutality.
The wounded man opened his ewes
and looked full at Angela. Ii was d
lock at once Of gratitude and ever
ence ana adn,fraticn.
Her heart ieaped within her.
CHATTER liz.
This lrish patrirt.
TO far NO man In the little walled
III zone she had Lived In had
~ eyer stirred Angela to an even
momentary enthusiasm They
were all % fatuously contented with
their environment. Sheltered from
birth, their anxiety waa chiefly how
to make life pass the sp~leasantest.
They occasionally showed asapasmodic
excitement oFer the progress Of q
AlASC Va poiG AuhbCll< IuGlI aGutEyG-
ments were largely those Of the stay
at home warraors 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 a man ia the real,heart Of
HE. He was engaged ina struggle
that makes existence worth while-the
effort to bring q message to hispeopls.
Then arese q picture sof her sister.
Monica, with her puIly social preten-
sions-recognition Of those in d high
ers grade. bread b meat and drink to
her; adulation and gross battery, the
rer breath Of her nostrils; her broth
er's cheap. narrow platitudes about the
rights ct rank and wealth.
The memory Of her mother was the
only link that bound her to her child
hood-the gentle, uncompiaining spir-