The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-02-06
CHAPTER V.
pconneII visIts Angela.

 A YATH ANIEL KINGSNORTH tNI stayed only long enough in Ire land to permit of Angela's re
 covery. He went into the sick room only once When Angela saw him she turned her back on him and refused to speak to him.
 For moment flush of pity for his young sister gave him a pang at his heart She looked so fran and worn, so desperately i'll. After all, she was his sister, and, again, had she not been punished? He was willing to forget the foolhardy things she had done and the bitter things she had said.
 Let bygones be bygones. He re- alized that he had neglected her. He would do so no longer. Far from it. When they returned to London all that would be remedied. He would take care of her in every possible way. He felt a genuine thrill course through him as he thought of his generosity. To all of this Angela made no an- sEEer.
 Sung 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 unsteadi1y 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 Tn%e the long journey on the train.
 When they reached London SAe re fused to go to the KingsnortR house, where her brother lived, but went at once to a distant cousin of her moth er's, Mrs. Wrexford, and made her home with her, as she had often done before. She refused to hold any fur ther communication with her brother, despite the ministrations of her sister, Monica, and Mrs. Wrexford.
 Mrs. Wrexford 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 ganizations and was a 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 CT Mrs. Wrexford realized, but she could find out nothing by questioning Angela Every time she asked her anything relative to her attitude Ange- In was silent.
 One day she begged Mrs. Wrexford never to speak of her brother again. Mrs. Wrexford respected her wishes and watched her and nursed her through her cOnvalescence with ten der solicitude.
 When O'ConneIPs letter came Angela showed it to Mrs. Wrexford, together with. her reply.
 s1Do you mind if I see him hereT' Angela asked.
 ssWhat kind of man is her"
 'eThe kind that heroes are made of. 9 "sHe writes so strangely-may one say unreserved1y? Is he gentlemanF
 "In the real meaning of the word yes.''
 ''Of good fauilys'
 'tNot as we estimate goodness. His family were just simple peasants.
 ''Do you think 1t wise to see him?'
 q don't consider the wisdom. only listen to my heart" :"
 ''You-you love himT'
 ''So much of love as I can give is his.''
 "Oh, my dearY' cried Mrs. Wrexford thoroughly alarmed.
 Don't be afraid" said Angela quiet. Iv- "Onr wavs lie wide apart. He is