But the poverty chafed O'Connell--not for himself, but for the
frail, loving, uncomplaining woman who had given her life into his
care.

His active brain was continually trying to devise new ways of adding
to his meagre income. He multiplied his duties: he worked far into
the night when he could find a 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 were blamed, for a while turned 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 cheerfully and plentifully bestowing on the
"Cause." O'Connell 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
arrangements would be made for his passage back to Ireland.

He brought the news to Angela with a strange feeling of fear and
disappointment. He had built so much on making a wonderful career in
the great New World and returning home some day to Ireland with the
means of relieving 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 it--though richer immeasurably in
the love of Angela. She was sitting perfectly still, her eyes on the