Peg O' My Heart Part 14
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"The doctor says he is well enough to be moved," replied Roche.
"You've not seen the doctor. I've just questioned him. He told me you had not asked his opinion and that if you move him it will be without his sanction."
Kingsnorth interrupted angrily: "Please don't interfere."
Angela turned on him: "So, it's YOU who are sending him to prison?"
"I am."
Angela appealed to the magistrate.
"Don't do this, I entreat you--don't do it."
"But I have no choice, Miss Kingsnorth."
"The man can scarcely walk," she pleaded.
"He will receive every attention, believe me, Miss Kingsnorth," Roche replied.
Angela faced her brother again.
"If you let that wounded man go from this house to-day you will regret it to the end of your life." Her face was dead-white; her breath was coming thickly; her eyes were fastened in hatred on her brother's face.
"Kindly try and control yourself, Angela," Kingsnorth said sternly.
"You should consider my position a little more--"
"YOUR position? And what is HIS? You with EVERYTHING you want in life--that man with NOTHING. He is being hounded to prison for what?
Pleading for his country! Is that a crime? He was shot down by soldiers--for what? For showing something we English are always boasting of feeling OURSELVES and resent any other nation feeling it--patriotism!"
"Stop!" commanded Kingsnorth.
"If you take that sick, wretched man out of this house it will be a crime--" began Angela.
Kingsnorth stopped her; he turned to the magistrate: "Kindly take the man away."
Roche moved to the window.
Angela's heart sank. All her pleading was in vain. Her voice faltered and broke:
"Very well. Then take him. Sentence him for doing something his own countrymen will one day build a monument to him for doing. The moment the prison-door closes behind him a thousand voices will cry 'Shame' on you and your government, and a thousand new patriots will be enrolled.
And when he comes out from his torture he'll carry on the work of hatred and vengeance against his tyrants. He will fight you to the last ditch. You may torture his BODY, but you cannot break his HEART or wither his spirit. They're beyond you. They're--they're--," she stopped suddenly, as her voice rose to the breaking-point, and left the room.
The magistrate went down the drive. In a few moments O'Connell was on his way to the Court-House, a closely guarded prisoner.
Angela, from her window, watched the men disappear. She buried her face in her hands and moaned as she had not done since her mother left her just a few years before. The girlhood in her was dead. She was a woman.
The one great note had come to her, transforming her whole nature--love.
And the man she loved was being carried away to the misery and degradation of a convict.
Gradually the moans died away. The convulsive heaving of her breast subsided. A little later, when her sister Monica came in search of her, she found Angela in a dead faint.
By night she was in a fever.
CHAPTER IX
TWO LETTERS
Dublin, Ireland, Nov. 16th, 18--
Dear Lady of Mercy:
I have served my sentence. I am free. At first the horrible humiliation of my treatment, of my surroundings, of the depths I had 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 ign.o.ble means to a n.o.ble end. I was tortured that others might never know sorrow. I was imprisoned that my countrymen might know liberty. And so the load was lighter.
The memory of those three WONDERFUL days was so marvellous, so vivid, that it shone like a star through the blackness of those 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, of my hopes and my ambitions--indeed, of my very thoughts.
To-day I met the leader of my party. He greeted me warmly. At last I have proved myself a worthy follower. They think it best I should leave Ireland for a while. If I take active part at once I shall be arrested again and sent for a longer sentence.
They have offered me the position of one of the speakers In a campaign 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?
If I am sent to America it would speed my going to speak to you again.
If you feel that I ask too much, do not answer this and I will understand.
Out of the fulness of my heart, from the depths of my soul, and with the whole fervour of my being, I ask you to accept all the grat.i.tude of a heart filled to overflowing.
G.o.d bless and keep you.
Yours in homage and grat.i.tude, FRANK OWEN O'CONNELL.
London, Nov. 19th, 18--
My dear Mr. O'Connell:
I am glad indeed to have your letter and to know you are free again. I have often thought of your misery during all these months and longed to do something to a.s.suage it. It is only when a friend is in need and all avenues of help are closed to him that a woman realises how helpless she is.
That they have not crushed your spirit does not surprise me. I was as sure of that as I am that the sun is s.h.i.+ning to-day. That you do not work actively in Ireland at once is, I am sure, wise. Foolhardiness is not courage.
In a little while the English government may realise how hopeless it is to try and conquer a people who have liberty in their hearts. Then they will abate the rigour of their unjust laws.
When that day comes you must return and take up the mission with renewed strength and hope and stimulated by the added experience of bitter suffering.
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