Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1915-02-25
BY j. Hartley Manners

Ut pduSeu again, looking at ueF IN
tently. while his fingers clutched the
coverlet convulsively as if to stife a
cry Of pain.
MAY I ask We yer name?" he gasped.
"Angela," she said. almost in Il whis-
per.
angela" he repeated. "Angela!
It's we'll named te are. It's the min
isterin' angel we've been down here
to the p~eople-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 hearth"
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 a new light in his
eyes and Il smile on his lips.
"Ye heard me speak, did ye?'
Yes"
Where We're ye:'
above you. behind Il bank Of trees"
A! playful smile played around his
lips as he said. at was a good speech,
wasn't it,"
81 thought it wonderful" Angela an
swered.
And what were yer feelin's listen
in to a man urgin' the people against
yer own country"
II felt l wanted to stand beside w,u
and echo everything you said"
did your" And his eyes blazed and
his voice rose.
"You spoke as some prophet speak
ing in Il wilderness of sorrow trying to
bring them comfort
He smiled whimsically as he said in
a weary voice:
Il tried to bring them comfort. and I
got them broken heads and buckshot."
ITS 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 | 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 w~retchedness!
That is your mission. How 1 envy
you! l glory in what the future has in
store for you. Live for it. Live for
ito
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 1 am alive to see
it done. That day'll 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 up while he drank it. She
smoothed back the shining haired.
shot through %gold-from his forehead.
He thanked her with a look. Suddenly
he burst into tears. The strain of the
day had snapped his self control at
last. The f%oodgates were opened. He
sobbed and sobbed like some tired,
hurt child. Angela tried to comfort
him. In a moment she was crying too.
He took her hand and kissed it repeat
eddy, the tears falling OMIT as he did so.
God bless We! God bless ye!' he
cried.
In that moment of self revelation
their hearts went out to each other.
Neither had known happiness nor love
nor faith in mankind.
In that one enlightening moment Of
emotion their hearts were laid bare to
each other. The great comedy of life
between man and woman had begun.
Three days afterward O'Connell was
NJ to dress and move about his room.
He was weak from loss Of blood and
the confinement that an active man re-
sents. But his brain was clear and
vivid. They had been three wonderful
days.
Angela had made them the most
amazing in his life. The memory of
those hours spent with her be would
carry to his grave.
She read to him and talked to him
and lectured him and comforted him.
And in a little while he must leave 1t
all. He must stand his trial under the
Grimes act for speaking Mt n PRO
claimed" meeting.
Well, whatever his torture, he knew
he would come out better equipped for
the struggle. He had learned some.
thing of himself he had SO far never