The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-03-04

o., b,ue ewes, her dazzling red hair.
her direct. honest ana outspoken
truth. her love of all that Is clean and
nnre and beautiful-Peg enters our
M ges and turns what was history Of
Romance and drama into comedy OF
youth. M,
pee-pure as mountain lily, sweet
nc a fragrant rose, haunting as an old
melody-Peg o. Our Hearts comes into
our story even as she entered her IA
theirs life. as the savior OF these pages.
even as she was the means OF saving
O'Connell.
And she did save her father.
IT was the presence and the thought
of the little motherless baby that Kept
O'Connell's hand from destroying him
Golf when his reason almost left him
after his wife's death. The memories
of the days Immediately following the
passing of Angela are too painful to
dwell upon.
They are past. They are sacred in
O'Conpell's heart. They will be to the
historian.
Thanks to some kindly Irishmen
who heard of O'Connells plight, he
borrowed enough money to bury his
dead wife and place a tablet to her
memory.
He sent message to Kingsnorth
telling him of his sisters death. He
neither expected nor did he receives an
answer. AS soon as it was possible
he returned to Ireland and threw him
self once again heart and soul into
working for the 'cause." He realized
his only hope of keeping his balance
was to work. He went back to the
little village he was born in. and it
was Father Cahill's hands that pour
ed the baptismal waters on O'Con-
nell's and Angela's baby. and it was
Father Cahilrs voice that read the
baptismal service.
She was christened Margaret.
Angela. one night, when it was near
Ing her time. begged him If it were a
girl to christen her Margaret. after her
mother, since all the best in Angela
came from her mother.
O'Connell would have liked much to
name the mite Angela. But his dead
wife's wishes were paramount. SO Mar
garet the baby was christened 1t
was too distinguished a name and too
long for such little bundle of pink
md white humanity. 1t did not seem
70 fit her. So peg" she was named.
and Peg" she remained for the rest
Of her life.
Looming large in Pegs memories in
after life was her father showing her
St. Kernans hill and pointing ont the
mount on which he stood and spoke
that day. while her mother hidden by
that dense mass of trees. SAW every
movement and heard every word.
Then somehow her childish thoughts
I'll seemed to run to home rule-tO love
# Ireland and hatred OF Engand-to
thinking all that was good OF Irish
men and all that was bad OF English.
men.
"Why do We hate the English so
much. father?' she asked O'Conneli
once. looking up at him with puzzled
look in her big blue eyes and the most
adorable brogue coming fresh from
her tongue.
why do We hate them?" she re-
peated.
I've good cause to. Peg, me darlin',"
he answered. and deep frown gather
ID ON his brow.
"Sure wasn't me mother English?"
Peg asked.
"She was"
Then why do We hate the English?'
1T 'ud take long time to tell ye
that. Peggy. Some day will. There's
many reason why the Irish hate the
English. and many good reason too.
But there's one why you and | should
hate them and hate them with all the
bitterness that's in u.s."
And what Is ity'' said Peg curiousy.
"l'1l tell We. When yer mother and
| were almost staarvin', and she lynn
on bed of sickness. she wrote to an
Englishman an .2ked him to assist
her. An this is the reply she got:
we've made yer bed Lie lii St That
was the answer she got the day be-
fore you were born. and she died CIV
in We life. And by the same token
the man that wrote that shameful
@6e " oSi WoHan was hei
own brother"
"Her own brother, yer tellin meY'
asked Peg wrathfully.
81 am, Peg. Her own brother, I'm
tellin' ye."
Its bad luck that man'll have ali,
his life" said leg fercely. ITO write
me mother that-an' she dyin'! Faith
I'd like to see him some day-just
meet him-an' tell him She stoppeCk
her little fingers clinched into a minia-
turp fist