"It has always been the martyrs who have made a cause. I am willin'
to be one. I'd be a thraitor if I passed my life without lifting my
voice and my hands against my people's oppressors."

"Ye're throwin' yer life away, Frank O'Connell."

"I wouldn't be the first and I won't be the last"

"Nothing will move ye?" cried the priest.

"One thing only," replied the agitator.

"And what is that?"

"Death!" and O'Connell strode abruptly away.




CHAPTER II

THE PANORAMA OF A LOST YOUTH


As O'Connell hurried through the streets of the little village
thoughts surged madly through his brain. It was in this barren spot
he was born and passed his youth. Youth! A period of poverty and
struggle: of empty dreams and futile hopes. It passed before him now
as a panorama. There was the doctor's house where his father hurried
the night he was born. How often had his mother told him of that