The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-02-25
By j. Hartley Manners

care of her in every possible way. lie
felt a genuine thrill course through
him as he thought of his generosity.
To all of this Angela made no an
swer.
Stung by her silence, he left the room
and sent for his other sister. When
Monica came he told her that when
ever Angela wished to recognize his
magnanimity she could send for him.
She would not find him unforgiving.
To this Angela sent no reply.
When the fever had passed and she
was stronger arrangements were made
for the journey to London.
AS Angela walked unsteadily to the
carriage, leaning on the arm of the
nurse, Nathaniel came forward to as
sist her. She passed him without a
word. Nor did she speak to him once
nor answer any remark of his during
the long journey on the train.
When they reached London she re-
fused to go to the Kingsnorth house,
where her brother lived, but went at
once to a distant cousin of her moth
er's, Mrs. Wexford, and made her
home with her, as she had often done
before. She refused to hold any fur
Their communication with her brother.
despite the ministrations of her sister,
Monica, and Mrs. Wexford.
Mrs. WEXFORD was a gentle little
white capped widow, whose only hap
piness in life seemed to be in worry
ing over others misfortunes. She was
on the board of various charitable or
CARNATIONS and was busy helper in
the field of mercy. She worshiped
Angela, as she had her mother before
her That something serious had oc-
Cured between Angela and her broth
er Mrs. Wexford realized, but she
could find out nothing by questioning
Angela. Every time she asked her
anything relative to her attitude Ange-
la was silent.
One day she begged Mrs. WEXFORD
never to speak of her brother again.
Mrs. Wexford respected her wishes
and watched her and nursed her
through her convalescence with ten
der solicitude.
When O'Connells letter came Angela
showed it to Mrs. Wexford, together
with her reply.
do you mind if l see him here"
Angela asked.
"What kind of man is he?"
The kind that heroes are made Of"
He writes so strangely-may one say
unreservedly? Is he a gentleman|
"In the real meaning of the word
yes"
"Of good familyG'
"Not as we estimate goodness. His
| family were just simple peasants"
DO you think it wise to see himT
Il don't consider the wisdom.
only listen to my heart
"You-you love himT
$50 much of love as | can give is
his"
"Oh, my dear" cried Mrs. Wexford,
thoroughly alarmed.
Don't be afraid said Angela quiet
ly. "Our ways lie wide apart. He is
working for the biggest thing in life.
| His work is his life. l am nothing"
But don't you think it would be in
discreet. dear, to have such man
| come here!
"Why indiscreetT
"a man who has been in prison"
| and Mrs WreXford shuddered at the
| thought She had seen and helped so
| many Door victims of the cruel laws,
and the memory of their drawn faces
and evil eyes and coarse speech flash
| ed across her mind. she could not rec
oncie one coming into her little home.
Angela answered her:
Eyes. he has been in prison, but the
shame was for his prosecutors, not for
him. Still, if you would rather saw
| him somewhere else
"Oh. no. my dear child. If you
wish it,
81 do. | just want to see him again,
as he writes he does me. l want to
hear him speak again. l want to wish
him godspeed ON his Journey
VERY well, Angela" said the old
lady. las you wish"
A week afterward O'Connell arrived
in London. They met in Mrs. Wrex-
fords little drawing room in Mayfair
They looked at each other for some
| moments without speaking. Both not
ed the fresh lines of suffering in each
others face. They had been through
the long valley of the shadow of sor-
row since they had last met.
But O'Connell thought as he looked
at her that all the suffering he had
gone through passed from him as some
hideous dream. 1t was worth it
these months of torture-iust to be
looking at her now; worth the long
black nights, the labors in the heat of
the day with life's outcasts around
| him. the taunts of his iailers; worth
all the infamy of it just to stand there
looking at her.
She had taken his life in her two lit
tie hands.
He had bathed his soul all these
months in the thought of her. He had
prayed night and day that he might
see her standing near him just as she
! was then, see the droop of her eye and
tho sill. of her hair and feel the touch