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OVER HALF A CENTURY ! IN MUNICIPAL WORLDE R. H. Murray, clerk of the town- ship of Annabel. who died last week, has been a resident of the township since 185?. He was born “In Mr. Murray‘s possession is an old family Bible, dating back from the early part of the 18th century, and still perfectly intact This bears the handwriting of, and ‘which was handed down from John Macdonald, Mr. Murray’s great-grandfather, and also grandfather of the late Sir John Macdonald. This valuable book contains the natal dates of John Macdonald’s childrz-n, the eldest of whom, Ann-:3 Macdonald, born September 8, 1773, the grandmother of Mr. Murray, and Hugh. born the 12th of December, 1782, the father of Sir John A. Macdonald. being among the number.” in' Scotland in 1840, came to Can- ada with his parents in 18:37. locat- ed in Amabel, where he spent. the greater portion of his life. He was appointed assessor in 1851, and held the position for 21 years. He was next appointed co 'lector and treasurer, but resigned after one year, to accept the clerkship, which he heli for 20 years. From 1861 he was census enumer ator six times in succession. The Canadian-Echo, of Vial-ton, says: Mr. and Mrs. Harold H. Wass oi' Toronto, gave atea on Friday evâ€" ening to their young friends, at their home on Cornish Road. The tables were lovely with flowers, bridal roses, tulips, sweet peas, and lilies. The hostess looked; sweet in a gown of lace over white satin with pearl trimming. After the usual toasts and speech- es the evening was spent in sing- ing and other amusements. Miss Gladys Burt, soloist of Christ church, rendered patriotic and other selections. Those present were: Misses Helen and Berna- dette Walsh, Miss Olive Wass, Miss Rosalind Leslie, Miss Florence Pearce, Miss Mildred Hopkins, Miss Hazel Horswell, Misses Belle and Rena Kn-ott, Mr. Jos. M. Moore, Mr Roy Wass, Master Chas. Sanford, Mr. Fred McDermott, Mr. Jos. Walsh, Mr. Jas. Bannerman, Mr. St. Clair Little, M'r. \Vm. Neilly. Mr. Elmer Orth and Mr. Burt Sharp. After singing “Tipperary," and “God Save the King,” and wishing the young couple prosperitv and happiness. midst laughter and good wishes the\' left for their homes. We have to chronicle the death" of one of our oldest residents, in‘ the person of Mr. James Vessie. who passed away on Tuesday of last week at the ripe old age of 91 years. 9 months and 13 days. He was born in Edinburgh. but was only eight years of age when he cameto Canada with his par- ents. They settle-:1 at Paisley Block near Gait, where the deceased re- mained till he was 31 vears of age, when he married Elizabeth Sudden, after which he moved. 60 years ago, with his young bride. to the towns-hip of Egremont. After coming to this part of the country, he spent three years in teaming between Owen Sound and. Guelph, before settling down to actual farm life on lot 10. conces- sion 2, Egremont, which was then in its primeval wildness. He clear- ed the land and proved himself a fairly good farmer. at which he remained till too old to perform the heavier duties. He then start- ed bee raising, at which he was eminently successful. April 22, 1915. The family consisted of three sons, John. who remained with him faithfully to the last. sacrifice ing much of his own freedom and comfort 'for the sake of h's aged father. Then there was James. and Thomas, whose whereabouts are not known. There were also iour daughters, Jane, Bella. deceased. Mary, Mrs. Rosenburg. who is also dead. and one other whose name we are at present unable to give. In politics. the deceased was a Liberal. but voter! otherwise on one or two occasions. In religion he was a R'ptist. Int exment took place at Ma >10â€" wood on Thursday, the services being conducted by Rev. Mr Wyâ€" lie of the Durham Baptist church. Mrs. James Hillis. whose death was recorded last week, was a resident of Egremont, and anear neighbor for years. ' St. Paul’s vestr‘y' meeting resultâ€" ed in the election of Philip Law- rcnco and John Queen as war-Jens. Wm. McFadden was appoinaed lay delegate to the Synod. * Sunday - school will re-Open the first Sunday in May, with practiâ€" cally the same staff as last rear. MRS. \V'ASS’S RECEPTION. Fill-wheat is showing up well. CORVER COVC E HRS. §PEG O’MY HEART One day In November Angela receiv- ed the following letter: Dublin. Ireland. Nov. 16. 18â€". Dear Lady of Mercyâ€"l have served my sentence. 1 am free. At first the horrible humiliation of my treatment. of my euro roundin‘gs. of the depths I hav; to sink to. burned into me. Then the thought of you sustained me. Your gentle voice. your beauty. your pity. your unbounded faith in me. strengthened my soul. All the degradation fell from me. They were but lgnoble means to a noble end. 1 was tor- tured that others mlght never know sor- row. I was imprisoned that my country- men might know liberty. And so the load was lighter. The memory of those three wonderful days was so marvelous. so vivid. that It shone like a star through the mamas otAtbose terrible days. You seem to have taken hold of my heart and my soul and my life. Forgive me for writing this to you. but It seems that you are the only one I‘ve ever known who understands the main- springs of my nature. or my hopes and my ambitionsâ€"indeed. or my very thoughts. Today I met the leader of my party. He greeted me warmly. At last I have prov- ed myself a worthy follower. They think 3: best I should leave Ireland for awhlle. It I take active part at once I shall be arrested again and sent for a longer een-‘ tence. They have offered me the position or one of the speakers in a ampaizn in America to raise funds for the “cause.“ I must first see the chief in London. He sent a message. writing in the highest terms of my work and expressing a wish to meet me. I wonder if it would be possible to see you in London? It I am sent to America lt would speed my going to speak to you again. It you feel that I ask too much do not answer this. and I will understand. Out of the fullness of my heart. from the depths at my soul and with the whole fervor of my being. 1 ask you to accept all the gratitude of a heart filled to over- flowing. God bless and keep you. Your: ln hom- age and gratitude. FRANK OWEN O'CONNELL Ber answer: ' London. Nov. 19. 18-. My Dear Mr. O’Connell-l am glad in- deed to have your letter and to know you are free agaln. l have often thought at your misery during all these months and longed to do something to assuage It. It is only when a friend ls In need and all avenues of help are closed to blm that a woman realizes how helpless she ls. 1 should most certainly like to 'see you in London. 1 am staying with a. distant connection of the family. We go to the south or France in a few weeks. I have been very illâ€"another reproach to the weaknas of woman. 1 am almost recov- ered now. but tar from strong. I have to lie still all day. My only companions are my books and my thoughts. Looking forward to seeing you. in an sincerity. ANGELA KINGSNORTH. That they have not crushed your spirit does not surprise me. 1 was as sure of that as 1 am that the sun I: shining to- day. That you do not work actively in Ireland at once is. 1 am sure. wise. Fool- nardiness Is not courage. Let me know when you expect to arrive in London. Come straight here. When that day come: you must return and take up the mission with renewed strength and hope and sttmulated by the added experience of bitter sufiering. In a little while the English government may realize how hopeless it ls to try to conquer a peeple who have liberty in their hearts. Then they will abate the rigor of their unjust laws. l have so much to tell you. but the words halt as they come to my pen. CHAPTER V. O'Connell Visits Angela. A ’1' H A N l E I. KINGSXORTH stayed only long enough in Ire- land to permit or Angela‘s re covet-y. 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 a moment a flush of pity for his young sister gave him a pan; at his heart. She looked so frail and worn. so desperateiy m. After :1”. she was his sister. and. again. had she not been punished? He was wining to forget the foollmrdy things she and 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. Continued from page 6. By night the was in a fever. To all of this Angela made no an- swer. Stung by her silence. he left the room and sent for his other sister. When Monica came he told her that when- ever Angeia wished to recognize his magnanimity she could send fer him. She would not find him unforgiving. To this Angela sent no reply. “'hen the fever had passed and she was stronger arrangements were made for the journey to London. Mrs. “'rexford 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 heipe‘r in 'the field of mercy. She worshiped Angela. as she had her mother before her. That something serious had oc- curred between Angela and her broth- [er Mrs. Wrexford realized. but she i could find out nothing by questioning Angela. Every time she asked her anything relative to her attitude Ange- ‘ia was silent. As Angela wanked unsteadily 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 111111 once nor answer any remark of his during the long journey on the train. When they reachcu London she re fused to go to the liingsncrth 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. desgite the ministrations of her sister, Monica. and Mrs. Wrexford. One day she bogged Mrs. Wrexford She had taken his life in her two lit- tle hands. 1 He had bathed his soul at! these months in the thought or her. He had prayed night and day that he might see her standing near him just as she ‘ was then. see the ctruop of her eye and i the silk of her hair and feel the touch g of her hand and hear the exquisite 7; tenderness of her voice. He stood mute ; before her. deter to_ speak or her nromer again. Mrs. Wrexford respected; her wishes and watched her and nursed her through her convalesceuce with a ten- der solicitude. ‘ When O'Connell‘s letter came Angela showed it to Mrs. Wrexford. together with her reply. “Of good family?" “Not as we estimate goodness. His family were just simple peasants.” “Do you think it wise to see him?” “I don t consider the wisdom. I only listen to my heart." “Yon-you love him '1‘” “So much of love as I can give is “Do you mind if .1 see him here?" Angela asked. “What kind of man is he?” “The kind that heroes are made at.” “He writes so strangely-hay one say unreservedly? Is he a gentleman?” “Don‘t be afraid." said Angela quiet- ly. “Our ways lie wide apart. He is working for the biggest thing in life. His work is his life. I am nothing.” “Oh. my dear!” cried Mrs Wrexrord. thoroughly alarmed. “But don't you think it would be in- discreet, dear. to have such a , man come here?” ' “Why lndlscreet?" “A man who has been In prlson!“ and Mrs Wrexford shuddered at the thought. She had seen and helped so many poor victims of the cruel laws, and the memory of their drawn faces and evil eyes and coarse speech flash- ed across her mind. She could not rec- oncile one coming lnto her little home. Angela answered her: “Yes, he has been in prison. but the shame was for his persecutors. not for hlm. Still. it you would rather I saw him somewhere else”- “Oh, no. my dear child. It you wish It"â€" “Very wen; Angela.” said the old lady. “As you wish." “I do. I just want to see him again, as he writes he does we. I want to near him speak again. I want to wish him gudspoed on his journey.” They looked at each other for some moments without speaking. Both not ed the fresh lines of sun'ering in each other‘s face. They had been through the long valley of the shadow of cor. row since they had last met. A week afterward O'Connell arrived in London. They met in Mrs. Wrex- {ord's little drawing room in Mayfair. But O‘Connell thought as he looked at her that at] the sutl'ering he had gone through passed from him as some hideous dream. It was worth itâ€" these months of tortureâ€"just to be looking at her now; worth the long black nights. the labors tn the heat of the day with life‘s outcasts around him. the taunts or his jailers: worth all the infamy of it just to stand there tooktng at her. She held out her hand and said sim- ply: “Thank you for coming. "It was good of you to let me,” he answered hoarsely. ” “They have not broken your spirit or your courage?" A]! the while he was looking at the pale face and the thin transparency of her hands. “No." he replied tensely; “they aré the stronger." “I thought they would he.” she said mommy. ’ “But you have suffered too. Yen 11:: we been ill. Were you iuwdanger?” His voice bad a (-ath of fear in it as he asked the. to him, terrible question. “If anything had happened to youâ€"- or ever should happen!" He buried his face in his hands and moaned: "Oh. my God! Oh. my God!" His body shook with the sobs he tried vainly to check. Angela put her hand gently on his shoulder. “Don't do tha t.” she whispered. He controlled himself with an effort. “It will be over in a moment. Just a moment. I am sorry.” He suddenly knelt at her feet, his head bowed in reverence. “God help me!" he cried faintly. “I love you. i love you!” ' She looked down at him. her face transfigured. ' He loved her! The heat at her heart spoke it. "He loves you!“ The throbbing of her brain shunted it. “He loves you!" The cry of her soul whispered it. "ile loves you?’ . She stretched out her hands to him: “My lure is yours, just as yours is mine. Let us join our lives and give them to the sufieriug and the op- pressed." He looked up at her in wonder. “i daren't. Think what 1 am!” i “You are the best that is in me. We l are mates.” “No. It was just 'a fever. It is past. I am a little weak-a little tired. That will pass 100." “In the réa! meaning of the word- “A peasant! A Dog gar!” “You are the nubxcst or the noble. “A comm." “Our Saxiuur “as crucified so that his movie shumd be redeemed. 3011 b. :\e given the pain of your body so that )uur people may be free.” â€"--- n L- lesly J V‘.- “it wouldnt be fair to you.” pleaded. "I! van leave me it will be an to us both." A5 AXL‘ TEE DURHAH CHRONICLE ’-- He folded her in his arms. “I‘ll give the best or my days to guard you and protect you and bring you happiness." - “I am happy now.” and her voice died to a whisper. Three days afterward Nathaniel Kingsnortb returned late at night from a political banquet. It had been a great evening. At last ft seemed that life was about to give him what he most wished for. His dearest ambitions were. appafmtly. about to be realized. He had been called on as.a stanch .COnservative to add his quote ‘to the already wonderful array of brilliant peroratious of seasoned statesmen and admirable speakers. Klngsuorth had excelled himself. Never had he spo- ken so powerfully. Being one of the only men at the banquet who had err Joyed even a brief glimpse of Ireland. he made the solution of the irish ques- tion the main topic of his speech. Speaking lucidly and earnestly. he placed before them his panacea for When he left the gathering he was in a condition of ecstasy. Lying back amid the cushions during his long drive home. be closed his eyes and moo Continued on page 8 Irish ms. His bearers were enthralled, When he sat down the cheering was prolonged. “Then arose a picture of her sister Momea." 4 . C 1‘ t' E. A. 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