The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1915-02-09
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(Continued-) His active brain was cont1nuany Iry- ing to devise new ways of adding to his meager income. He multiplied his duties. He worked far into the night when he could find demand for his articles. But little by little his sources of revenue failed him.
 Some fresh and horrible agrarian crimes in Ireland, for which the home rule party was blamed, for awhile t1rned the tide of sympathy against his party The order was sent out to discontinue meetings for the purpose of collecting funds in America funds the Irish Americans had been so cheer fully and plentifully bestowing on the sscause.
 O'ConneH was recalled to Ireland. His work was highly commended.
 Some day they would send him to the United States again as a special pleader. At present he would be of greater value at home.
 He was instructed to apply to the treasurer of the fund and arrange ments would be made for his passage back to Ireland.
 He brought the news to Angela with a strange feeling of fear Gnd disap pointment. He had built sc much on making a wonderful career in the great new world and returning home some day to Ireland with the means of re- Heving some of her misery and with his wife guarded. as she should be, from the possibility of want. And here was he going back to Ireland as poor as he left 1t, though richer i'm rneasurably in the love of Angela.
 She was sitting perfectly still, her eyes on the floor, when he e1fered the room. He came in so softly that she did not hear hira. He lifted her head and looked into her eyes. He noticed with certainty what had been so far only a vague, III defined dread. Her face was very, very pale and trans parent. Her eyes were sunken and had strange brtlliancy. She was much slighter and far more ethereal than on that day when they stood on the deck of the ship and turned their faces so hopefully to the new world. He felt knifelike stab startle through his blood to his heart. His breath caught.
 Angela looked up at him radiantly. A
 He kissed her and with mock cheer fulness he said 1aughingly: .'Such news, me darlin'. Such won l dherfu1 newsi'
 s'Good news, dear P
 esThe best in the wurrld, and he l choked ai sob.
 q knew it would comet knew it l would. Tell me, dear seWe're to go back-back to Ireland. See, here are the orders" and he show 1 ed her the official letter. She took it wonderingly and read it. Her hand dropped to her side. Her i head dropped into the same position he had found her in. In moment he was kneeling at her side. tfWhat is it, dear?"
 We can't go. Frank. 7
 ssWe can't go? What are ye sayinA dearg
 we can't go.p she repeated, her body crumpled up Imply in the chair.
 "And why not. Angela? know can't take ye back as I brought ye here, dear, if that's what ye mane The luck's been against me, It's been cruel hard against me An that thought Is tearin' at me heart this minnit.''
 s1t isn't that, Frank she said 1 faintly.
 ''Then what is it?"
 ''Oh,' she cried, ''I hoped it would be so different so very different. 7
 'fWhat did ye think would be so diff ferent, dear? Our going back? Is thai what's throublin' yer"
 ssNo, Frank, not that. douft care how we go back so long as you are with me.'' He pressed her hand. Tn g moment she went on:. "But we can't go. we can't go. Oh, my dear, my dear can't you guess? Can't you think ? She looked tmpIoringly into his eyes.
 A new wonder came into his. Gould it be true? Could it? He took bott her hands and held them tightly and stood up, towering over her and trem bling violently.
 4Is it--is ft'- he cried and stopped as if afraid to complete the question.
 She smiled a wan smile up at hin and nodded her head as she answered
 t'The union of our lives is to be com plete. Our love is to be rewarded" ,"
 A child is coming to us?' he whis pered.
 "It is,a and her voice was huahed too.
 Praise be to Gody Praise be to his holy namet' And O'Connen claspec his hands in prayer.
 In a little while she went on: 'sIt wal the telling you wanted to be so diff ferent. wanted you when you hearI it to be free of care-happy. And I'vt waited from day to day, hoping for tn best-that some good fortune would come to you.''
 He forced one of his old time, heart laughs, but there was a hollow rini in it:
 s.What is that yer sayin' at all Wait for good fortune? Is there an. good fortune like what ye've just toll