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GR‘a“'}" Sec chu‘Y and 600 1111:11- A Comedy of Yofith Foufided by Mr. Manners on Hi: Great Play of the Same Titleâ€"Illustrations 'Prom Photographs of the Play 11° A n’ew wonder came mto his. Could it be true? Could it? He took both her hands and held them tightly and stood up, towering over her and trem- bling violently. _ _ _ - _ 3 hling violently. I .. ,, ' She made up her mind that night. Is it is it ~ he cried and stopped The next day she wrote to her brother. ! as it afraid to complete the question. .. - ,, . She smiled a wan smile up at him bhe could not brine. herself to ex and nodded her head as sh :1 ed- press one regret for n hat she had done ' “Th e union of our lives 1: tag" ‘ or said. On the contrary. she made 0 com. many references to her happiness with . NEE: c1313!- 3:31:33: tn: gggafet’h. the man she loved. She did write of pered ° e ‘3‘ the hardships they were passing ' through. But they were only tempo. “1 ’3! toot is and her voice was “Shed rary. O'Connell was so clever, so ° brilliant he must win in the end. Only "Pm ' ' , holy “1:23.. to £316 .O‘EZSriznbi-lfix just_now she was ill. She needed help. his hands in praver ” She asked no giftâ€"a loan merely. in a little while she went on: “It was They would pay it back when the days I the telling you I wanted to be so difo of plenty came: the would not 38“ ferent. I wanted you when you heard even this were it not that she was not it to be free of careâ€"happy. And I’ve 23:151. “:5 {3:11}: tggrgew‘fgatt; 3:113:32! waited from da to da , ho “n" for he g ‘ ' ‘ y _y - pt 5 t safed hen-motherhood. In the name _..-.-IA In a little while she went on: “It was the telling you I wanted to be so dif. ferent. I wanted you when you heard it to be free of careâ€"happy. And I've waited from day to day, hoping for the bestâ€"that some good fortune would .“ IS. “What is that yer sayin’ at 31!? Wait for good fortune? Is there any good fortune like what ye’ve just told me? Sure l’m ton times the happiest man since 1 came into this room.” He put his arm around her and, sitting beside her, drew her closely to him. “Listen. dear." he said. “listen. We’ll go back to the old country. Our child V wâ€"-‘â€"- shall be born where we first met. There’n he no danger. No one Shani harm as with that lime life trembling ; in the balanceâ€"the little precious life. 1 If it‘s a girl child she‘ll be the mother‘ of her people. and if it be :1 man child E he shall grow up to carry on..his fa-j thcr‘s work. So thereâ€"mere. me dar- I lin'. we‘ll go hack~we'li go back.” 1 She Shook her head feebly. “1 can’t." she said. “Why not, dear?” “i didn't want to tell you, but new I you make me. Frank, dear. I an) in." His heart almost” stopped. “Iii? Oh, my (iaii'liii', what is it? Is it serious? Tell me it isn‘t serious!” And his voice mug with :1 note of’agony. "Oh. no. 1 don‘t think so. I saw the ion-tor today. He said I must be care- fui. Very ma‘efui, until-until our baby 0 I e i< “-Om." - .- “111‘10 kept it 1111 to xcrself me Mme one. 1110 (1:111 011e.An right. “0 11 out go b:1c3;.We'H stay here. 311 111:131131310111 131111 me work. [’11) 3110111.; I‘m clever, too, and crafty. .-\11'.;e3:1 113 1111111.; it from this hus- If- strong. I'm Clever, wu. Angela. 1'31 wring it fr {ling vity. I'll fight it am darlin‘ shall have em vnuts. My fittle mother‘ little mother!” - \I‘J --‘ - \J "l Hl‘iill Hung it, t“. on make “10‘ ank' 6937' 1 am “1'" 1 found her senseless with the cable in ' V . .< I > c o .’ ' _ 1 C.:‘. 111s.- heart alzztost stopped. "Ill? Oh, 1 her hngers. lle il‘ll'd to renxe he: 1 iie sent a ieighhor 1 y (iarlin‘. what is it? Is it serious? without success. 11' ell nae it isn't serious!" And his 1 for a doctor. As he watched the worn. 1“: hire mug with a note of/agon)’. 3 patient the i, his heart full to bursting. 1.». “(321, no. i don’t think so. I saw the 1' the thought flashed through him what in“: utilv‘.‘ {011332 Ile said i must he Gift; 1 maid hare iltll"1‘»{'ll’.‘d to cause this col- 11‘“ :12. Very Hurt-fill, .until-â€"lml'il our baby 1 lapse. [Io llt‘t'fllllt‘ ChilSL‘lUlls of the (-a- 1:L : ;mm." 1 hie he had found tightly clasped in her 1 "U" 3'0 Met it =11! to i‘crself. me 1hand. liepicierd :1 1111:1111! read 1;; n if“ I'u've one. nze dear one. All right- iwas \‘L‘l'V Uriel. .-\ll it said was: I '0 ‘ 1.“ ' ‘ l ' 1 w . . - 1 \\ C “ Sid} hue' 1 iron have made your DEAL [.10. m It. ‘ x.\'i'ii:.:m«:l, lx’l.\'('IS.\'ORTl'l. 1 'I‘(_m':ird morning the doctor placed a nununity in U‘Connell's 3, 1 Y. won't g0 “31.31;. '1 make thou: tiud me “'01'14- ““1 :t'uizfr. i'ni (ricl't‘l', t00~ and crafty. 1 “ i’il wring it from this hus- liiltle mite of l 1 I'll tight it and heat it. Me farms. He looked down at it in-a slu- : l l l 1 l ‘l ’1- ‘sng‘._’.ll. ,. o‘- ,yv',f , ~ ‘1‘.” (1L.\. larlin' shall have cx'el‘3‘iilillg she 3 par. It had really come to [it’lSS‘-tllcil‘ 2_ M." 111119 11101139?“‘113."' 1339010113 lemmaâ€"Angela’s and hisi A little baby 1 1girl! The tiny wail from this child. 1 horn of lore and in sorrow. seemed to 2' CHAPTER Vii wuken his dull senses. lie pressed the 1.; A Communica’ion From Nathaniel 1niite to him as the hot tears flowed 1| 1 Kingsnorth ldown his cheeks. A woman in one of 1| the adjoinin" flats who had Itindii‘ of- ‘ ll. mon‘hs hat followed were 1 "‘ .. E 1 t fered to help tool; the ('lilztl away iron the hardest in O‘Connell‘s life. 1 1 mm. The doctor led him to the bed- Strive as he would. he could 1 tind no really remuneratire cm- 18109. He looked down at his loved one. 1 ploymeut. He had no special training. 1 A glaze was over Angela’scyes as she 1 He knew no trade. His pen. though - looked up at him. She tried to smile. 1 fluent. was not cultured and lacked the 1 All her suffering was forgotten. She 1 glow of eloquence he had when speak- 1 knew only pride and love. - She was at l in". He worked in shops and in fac- 1peace. She raised her hand, thin and tories. He tried to report on news. trans‘parent now, to O‘Connell. ' He _ papers. But his lack of experience er. . pressed it to his lips. ' 'erywhere handicapped him. What he She whispered: . contrived to earn during those months “My baby, Bring meâ€"my baby." of struggle was all too little as the He tool: it from the woman and time approached for the great event. 1 placed it in Angela's Weak arms. She Angela was now entirely confined to : kissed it again and again. The child 1her bed. She seemed to grow more 1walled pitifully. 'The effort had been spirit-like every day. ’A terrible dread 1 too mdch for Angela’s failing strength. haunted O’Connell waking and sleep- :Consciousness left her. g, He would start out of some ter- t a: o a: rible dream at night and listen to her 1. Just before sunrise she woke. O’Con- breathing. When he would hurry back nell was sitting beside her. He had 1! at the close of some long. 6153990111” neyer moved. The infant was sleep- 11113633' his, heart WWW be hammer- ing on some blankets on the couch. - mg daily with fear for his loved one. the woman watching her. As the months wore on his face be Angela motioned her husband to came lined with care and the bright bend near to her. Her eyes shone with E 8016 01' his hair dimmed withstreaks unearthly brightness. He put his ear lost courage. He always felt he must} very‘faint.’ ‘ V . 1 ’ win the fight for 81151191199 as he 1“ng -â€" careâ€"otâ€"ourâ€"baby. Frank. Vents. ittle mother!" '1 t I O HE months that followed were E the hardest in O‘Connell‘s life. Strive as he would. he could find no really remuncrative em- ployment. He 11:10 no special truinlpg. He knew no trade. His pen. though fluent. was not cultured and lacked the glow of eloquence he had when speak- ing. He worked in shops and in fac- tories. He tried to- report on news. _-_-.A A” V. I‘wv papers. But his lack of experience an erywhere handicapped him. What he contrived to earn during those months of struggle was all too little as the -râ€"L ‘C‘An‘ Copyfldhto 1913. by Dodd. Mead 0 Company By J. Hartley Manners Angela. lying so still. through the long days. could only hope. She felt so helpless. lt was woman’s weak. iness that brought men like O‘Connell z to the edge of'desmir. And hers was ‘uot merely bodily weakness. but the ‘more poignant one of pride. Was it fair to her husband. Was it Just? In l England she had prosperous relatives. 1 They would not let her die in her mls- »‘â€" hut... nl‘mn . ‘ ll‘pJ vv i, cry. They could not let her baby come i into the world with poverty as its only ‘ inheritance. Till now she had been .. unable to master her feeling of hatred g and bitterness for her brother Nathan- ! iel, her intense dislike and contempt 9 for her sister Monica. From the time ,she left England she had not written ito either of them. Could she now? Something decided here: - -|_ 2:- .‘v‘u\§ lllll a wvâ€"-_. _ One night O’Connell came back dis- heartened. Try as he would, he could not conceal it. He was getting to the end of his courage.” There was insuf- tieient work at the shop he had been working in {or severni weeks. Be had been gold he need not come again. Angela. lying motionless and white. tried to comfort him and give him heart. Just before sunrise she woke. O’Con- nell was sitting beside her. He had never moved. The infant was sleep- ing on some blankets on the couch. the woman watching her. Angela motioned her husband to bend near to her. Her eyes shone with unearthly brightness. He put his ear near her lips. Her voice was very, very faint: m DURHAM cHRONIan. the greater conmct her mind that night. (Milka ‘W 'mâ€"I’m leaviugvfax: Goaâ€"helpâ€"you â€"andâ€"keépâ€"yous-and bless youâ€"tor â€"--3 LA ru- â€"--â€"-â€"â€".â€" hen? He sent a message to Kingsnorth Lheir {telling him of his sister‘s death. He ; neither expected nor did hereeeive an i'answer. As soon as it was possible he returned to Ireland and threw him. '19 it ‘iself onee again heart ahd soul into they i working for the “cause.” He realized had lhis only hope of keeping his haianee 'ould awas to work. He went back to the 1 rhom ilittle village he was born in. and it ‘ her. was Father Cahiil’s hands that near. aided led the baptismal waters on O'Con- s and Anqeia's baby. and it was Id it, lliaptismal service. with a- i She was christened Margaret. . Angela. one night. when it was nearâ€" *turh. :ing her tithe, begged him if it were a 1; he girl to ehrlsten her Margaret. after her hie iu'1IDOt-1‘ero Since an the best in Angela e her i 'anieV from her mother. . ghhur i OLeam-eil EVOUHI have iiiit‘fl thanh to worn, infill]? the ante .kagreia. that ms dead 'stiuk, i mfe '3 Wishes were ymramoaht. So Mar- “11;” agaret ”10 133'”? was ('hristeaed. It is (‘01 f "<13 too distinguished a name and too 5 . ' - ' . ”0119' for SW4) :1 little handle of mm; he 0:1- . . . . in .1” gahd white humanity. it did not Seem "“ II it” fit hm" 5" "1’02" she was named. lL. 1 and "Peg" she remained for the rest 50f her hie. ’ e- '50“ ’9 take breagh. Then she whlspered her leave taking. The words never left O'Connell's memory fox: all the days or all the years that followed. LL â€" ‘An‘ “.’ tuv J 'h-h-vv “Myâ€"lastâ€"words. dear, theâ€"lastâ€" l'llâ€"everâ€"speakâ€"toâ€"you. [-lâ€"loveâ€" you - withâ€" all â€" my heartâ€"and-my soul-husband! Gbodâ€"goodby, Frank." She slipped from his arms‘and lay, lips parted. eyes open, body still. The struggle was over. She had gone where there are no petty treach- eries. no mean hrutullties-where all stand alike before the throne to ren- der an account of their stewardship. The brave. gentle little heart was I stifled forever. time and brings her radiant presence. 1 her roguish smile, her big, frank. soul- " in! blue eyes. her dazzling red hair, her direct, honest and outspoken truth. her love of all that is clean and pure and beautiful-Peg enters our pages and turns what was a history of romance and drama into a comedy of , youth. V V“--. Peg-pure as a mountain lily, sweet as a fragrant rose, haunting as an old melody-Peg 0’ Our Hearts comes into our story even as she entered her fa- ther’s 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. ;self 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. v They are past. They are sacred in O'Connell’s heart: They will he to the historian. Thanks to some kindly lrlshmen who heard of O'Connell‘s plight. he borrowed enough money to bury his Fdead wife and place a tablet to her memory. Peg-Pure as a Mountain Lily. ‘â€" 1.00211ng lzirgo in l’og‘s memories in after life was her father Showing her St. Kex'nzm’s hill and pointingxmt the mount on which he stood and spoke that dz'xy. while her mother. hidden by every movmnent and heard every word. Then somehow nor chimish thoughts all seemed to run to home ruiccto love ;of Ireland and hatred of England-«to ith’mking all that was good of lrish~ ‘imon and all that was bad or English- ! HIP“. "Why do ye hate t! mucfi. father?" She a: once, looking up at him look in her big blue ex 03 ‘ adorable bxogue (Otniug her tongue. “I‘ve good cause to, hm answered. and 3 d U ed on his brow. “Sure wasn‘t me mother iaxlgusu; , Peg asked. ' l 1 “She was. “Then why do ye hate the English?” “It ’ud take :1 long time to tell ye that. Peggy. Some day i will. There‘s many a reason why the Irish hate the English. and many :1 good reason too. But there‘s one why you and 1 should hate them and hate them with ail the 'bittherness that‘s in us." . “And what is it?" said Peg curiously. “I'll tell,ye. When yer mother and ' I were almost staarvln’, and she lyin‘ on a bed .of sickness; she wrote to an Englishman an' ezsked him to assist ,her. An‘ this is the reply she got: ‘Ye’ve made yet bed. Lie in it! That ‘Co’rntinued on page 7 She paused to hate the English so be asked O'Connell : him with :1 puzzled .0 eyes and the most coming fresh from mother English ?‘ a. ‘tPRICEVILLE. Every thmng is looking green. lThe growth for the Last w k 185 this week. L’leadc_>st~ are (beginning t Seeding is‘ in full optration look Well so far. ’ our town is kind of quiet on account of the busy time, but there xs a done. The Rev. Mr. Ceckburn of Tor- onto preached temperance ser- mons in the Presbyterian .hurch there on Sunday. We ‘are 111 tem- perate in «this town sin re local 'option came in‘ force. - M'1s. Harrison, .nce Emma Con- 1 key, gave “her farewell sen1ce as I org'amist in the Presbvterian 1 church here Sunday. She is going to join her husband in the lVl‘etho- dist church in future. John L. M'cKinnon 15 home for. a few days from Kingston Unix er- sity. He will be leaving for 8115-; katcheu an, where he secured a school for the summer months, '11 a few days. Miss Edna Sa'ckctt has been ap- pointed organist in the P1esby-- byterian church here, in p1.ce of1 Mrs. Harrison, r:.signed 1 Dr. Lane and CPostmastcr Mc-i Kinnon took a swift rid-3 to the doctor’s old home in Kincardine on Sunday, beingt here in time for church in the morning, after motorlin‘g some 50 or 60 miles. " They were back again at 9 o’- I Fall xiv-heat, also, g" . 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N0 out 'sold quuipped. -Buyors‘ of Ford cars will share in :u‘ profits if We sell 30,000 cars be- tween August 1, 1914‘; and August 1, 191.3. All prices f.o.b. Foxd’, Ont. New Models at our Garage Ford Touring Car Price $590 “MADE IN CANADA” clock at night. .B‘éavy thunder and 11231111ng in this vicinity ofi Sun-:13} afternoon. Gaelic in the Presbyterian church next Sunday morning at 11 Miss Charlotte Duncan is home with her father, Mr. Duncan Mc- Donald, aftcr serving three years in Fergus training for a nurse. A letter of hate came to a Tor- lonto family last week from a German nurse who. only a year ago, proved herself efficient, faithful and friendly to a member of the family in a German hos- l‘pital,’and who later accompanied her employer to Toronto at a ‘time of sickness and death. This German nurse now says: “I might have written you, of course, but I frankly admit that I would not. I cannot possibly imagine anything more hateful than the English nation. Conse- quently, I hate to speak or write 'the language of our meanest ene- mies, so I don’t like to write an English letter. I could write. you The young xxoman admits that many Germans are dead but she says sthat the \\ omen are ready to die, too, for the Fatheilani. She is a nurse at the front. her brother is a soldier. and five of ‘ her uncles have been killed. in French, as I don’t hate the French nation. They are honest enemies, and the English are not." “HATE LETTER" BEACHES TORONTO. ENGLESE PAW? is to use an honest Pamt April 29, 1915. .‘fl‘ A1 :5. 3 a ‘ x 1*