The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-02-01
cHAPTER.I.

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The irish Asitator and Angela.
NAITH, there's no man SAYS
more and knows less than yer
self, I'm thinkin'.''
About Ireland. yer river
..And everything else. Mr.. o.con-
rs that criticism or just temper. ia
ther?'
It's both, Mr. O'Connell."
Sure it's the good judge We must be
OF Ignorance, Father Cahill -
And what might that nane?'
Ye live SO much with it, father
I'm lookin' at it and listenin' to it
now, Frank O'Connenn
Then it's miracle has happened.
father. To see and hear oneself at
the same time is indade miracle
Don't provoke the man of Godrs
Not for the wurrld, :, replied the 9TH
er meekly, ''bein' mesef child Of sa-
tam
And that's what re are. And ye,d
have+others like yerself. But We won't
while I've tongue In me head ana q
sthrong stick In me hand.
O'Connel looked at him with a mig
chievous twinkle in his blue-gray eyes:
Yer eloquence seems to made some
thin to back it up, I'm thinkin'.''
Father Cahil breathed hard. He
was splendid type OF the Irish parish
priest OF the old school. Gifted with
a vivid power OF e1oquence as a preach
er and a heart as tender as woman's
toward the poor and the wretched, he
had been for many years idolized by
the whole community of the village of
NJ, In County Glare. But of late there
was a growing feeling OF discomfort
among the younger generation They
lacked the respect their elders so will
ingly gave. They asked questions in
stead Of answering them. They be-
gan to throw themselves, against Fa-
Their Cahil1's express wishes and COM
mands, into the fight for home rule
under the mastery statesmanship of
Charles Stuart Parnen. Already more
than one prominent speaker had come
into the little village and sown the
seeds OF temporal and spiritual unrest.
Father Cahill opposed these men to
the utmost of his power. He saw, as
so many farsighted priests did, the
legacy Of bloodshed and deso1ation
that would follow any direct action by
the Irish against the British govern
ment. Though the blood of the patriot
beat in rather Cahfll's veins, the well
being OF the people who had grown up
with him was near to his heart. He
was their priest, and he could not bear
to think Of men he had known as chill
dren being beaten and MANNED by con-
stabulary and sent to prison afterward
in the fight for self government
To his horror that day he met Frank
Owen o'ConneIls one of the best
known OF all the younger agitators, In
the main street Of the little village
O,Conne1Is backs1iding had been one
Of Father CahiIFs bitterest regrets.
He had closed O'Conne1l's fathers
eyes in death and had taken care of
the boy as well as he could But at
the age of fifteen the youth left the
village that had so many wretched
memories of hardship and struggle and
worked his way to Dublin It was
many years before Father Cahlu heard
of him again. He had developed
meanwhile into one of the most daring
OF ali the fervid speakers in the sacred
cause OF Irish liberty
And Father CahiI was going to hear
from Frank Owen O'ConneIl again,
though little did he reckon on the i'm
portance that the present young and
comparatively untutored reformer
would achieve.
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wiIberforce Kingsnorth, ) wealthy,
imperious Englishman, left three chill
dren-Nathaniei, who in a large meas
ure inherited much of his father,s
dominant viii and hard headedness: