The Abbeville press and banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1869-1924, 1915-03-17
By j. Hartley Manners

late me-tO Qum1IlaCe me.
mo. To care for you, to protect
YOU"
Protect me?"
"If can"
That's strange"
II heard you speak today" She
paused. "You mustn't 20 to prison"
Its the lot Of every Irishman today
who says what he thinks"
1T mustn't be yours! 1t mustnt!'
Angela's voice rose in her distress
She repeated: 1T mustn't! I'll appeal
to my brother to stop it."
IF he's anything like his father It's
small heed he'll pay to your pleading.
The poor wretches here appealed to
old Kingsnorth in famine and sickness
not for help. mind ye. just for lit
tie time to pay their rents-and the
only answer they ever got from him
, was Pay or go!"
IT know, I know" Angela replied.
"And many a time when was child
nv mother and cried over it."
He looked at her curiously. "Yor and
yer mother cried over usT'
1--WE did. Indeed we did"
"They say the heart Of England Is in
its womankind. But they have moth
ing to do with her laws"
"They will have some day."
It'll be a long time comm, I'm
thfnkin'. If they take SO long to free
q whole country how long do ye sup
pose it'll take them to free whole sex
and the female one at that?"
.It will come" she said resolutely.
"And you cried over Ireland's sor-
rows?"
"As a child and as a woman" said
Angela.
"And ye've gone about here tryin' to
help them, too. haven't ye?"
Il could do very little"
"Well, the spirit is there-and the
heart is there. If they hadn't liked you
it's the sorry time maybe your brother
would have"
He paused again, looking at her In
tently, while his fingers clutched the
coverlet convulsively as If to stife
cry Of pain.
"May ask ye yer name?" he gasped.
angela" she said, almost in whis-
per.
angela" he repeated. Angela!
It's we'll named We are. It's the min
isterin' angel we've been down here
to the people-and-to me-"
Don't talk any more now. Rest"
REST. is it, with all the throuble In
the wurrld beatin' in me brain and
throbbin' in me heart?"
'Try to sleep until the doctor comes
tonight"
He lay back and closed his eyes.
Angela sat perfectly still.
In a few minutes he opened them
again. There was q new light in his
eyes and smile on his lips.
"Ye heard me speak, did ye?'
YES"
"Where were ye?"
above you. behind bank Of trees" |"
A playful smile played around his
lips as he said, ut was good speech,
wasn't it?"
II thought it wonderful" Angela an
swered.
And what were yer feelin's listen
in to a man urgin' the people against
yer own country?"
~ felt wanted to stand beside you
and echo everything you said"
did your" And his eyes blazed and
his voice rose.
"You spoke as some prophet speak
ing in q wilderness of sorrow trying to
bring them comfort
He smiled whilusically as he said in
weary voice:
Il tried to bring them comfort. and l
got them broken heads and buckshot."
It's only through suffering every
great cause triumphs." said Angela.
Then the Irish should triumph some
day. They've suffered enough, God
knows
They WILL" said Angela eagerly.
"Oh. how l wish I'd been born a man
to throw in my lot with the weak, to
bring comfort to sorrow, freedom to
the oppressed, joy to wretchedness!
That is your mission. How I envy
you! I glory in what the future has In
store for you. Live for it! Live for
itw
II will" cried O'Connell. "Some day
the yoke will be lifted from US. God
grant that mine will be the hand to
help do it. God grant am alive to see
it done. That dayll be worth Twin
for-to wiring recognition from our enc
mics, to-to-to"- He sank back weak
ly on the pillow, his voice falling to a
whisper.
| Angela brought him some water and
helped him % while be drank it. She