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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1916-01-13, Page 7e.tiret 4 Jain at)? 13th, 1916 ...101••••••••••••••••••••••••1. 1.0111,10111•1•1011•• ••••••••••=11.11.11MMoirlml••••• THE WINGHAM TIMES 11121101■6•1101111•11111MMIIII 1 1 asamannan natseraitsrTanxeceii Freckles. BY Gene Stratton - Porter Copyright 1004, by Doubleday, Page & Co. SYNOPSIS. Freckles, a homeless boy, is hired by Boss McLean to guard the expensive tim- ber in the Lirnberlost from timber thieves. Freckles does his work faithfully, makeS friends with the birds and yearns to know more about nature. He lives with Mr. .and Mrs. Duncan. Tie resolves lo get books and educate ,bimself. He becomes interested in a huge pair of vultures and calls his bird friends his "chickens." Some dt the trees he is guarding are worth $1,000 each. Freckles' books arrive. He receives a call from Wessner. Wessner a -demi -its to bribe Freckles to betray his trust, and Freckles whips him. McLean overhears them and witnesses the • fight. Freckles' honesty saves a precious tree. He finds the nest of the vultures and is visited by a beautiful young girl. She calls Freckles McLean'tf-stsli.-Freckles calls her "the angel" and helps the Ilird Woman in taking photographs, McLean promises to adopt Freckles. rfeckles ati'd the -angel become very friendly. Assisted by the Bird Woman, •they drive Wessner and Black Jack, tim. ,ber thieves, from the Limberlost McLean fears more trouble, but Freckles insists upon being the sole guard of the timber. Freckles calls upon the angel's father. Tfie 'BIT'd Woman arid -the antic -again visit Freckles, and Freckles falls In lova 'with the angel. The angel kisses him. Freckles is bound and gagged by Black . Jack's gang, and the timber thieves start -felling a very valuable tree. Wessner is to kill Freckles after the tree is stolen. The angel. makes a daring - effort to savo Freckles and the tree. .111cLeates men, notified by the angel, rush to save Freeltles All the timber thieves except Black Jack are captured. Freektes guaras the irrgel saga tn st-Eistek Jack' a vengeance. He sells McLean of his hopeless love for the angel. Black Jack is Killed by a rattlesnake The Bird Womau gets a phetogrsph el the baby vulture. Freckles and the.angel _find a valuable tree. The tree tails, and in an effort to save the angel from death Freckles is struek end very badly infused. He appears to be dying. The angel learns thet her love alone will bay() hitn. She stifles her pride a..d practically proposes marriage to hltn.•- opening Of the door created a current that swayed a cumin aside. rind In nn adjoining room. lounging in a great chair, .with a paper in his hend. int the man who *tis, beyond I luestlon. of Freckles' blood and race. With perfect control the angel dropped Lora 011ore's card on the tray. whipped past his servant anti stood before MS lordship. "Good morning," silo saki with tense politeness. Lord O'More glanced her over with :unused curiosity until Mr enlist 1 II.. gen to deepen and . ber mood to me hotly. "Wen, my dear," be sem at inst. "how can I serve rne?" Instabtly the :mem bristled. She • had been so sliiesuset in the tuidsi or almost entire Hesston), owing to the -circumstances 'or 1101' itte. .that the -Vvortis and the look nppostled to tier/ as almest tweeting sne lifted tier . head with a proud gesture. 'I am net your 'dear, " she said, HALF THE ILLIOF LIFE Are Caused By CONSTIPATION. • When the bowels become constipated the stomach gets out of order, the liver does not work properly, add then follows the violent sick headaches, the sourness of the stomech, belching of wind, heart- burn, water brash, biliousness, and a general feeling that you do not care to do anything. ICcep yeitir bowels regular by using Milburtes La.xa-Liver Pills. They will clear atva.y all the effete matter which collects in the systent and make you time: that "life is worth living." Mr. B. W. Watson, St. John, N.B writes: "I have been troubled wall constipation for the last three years, and during that time have tried several remedies, all of which failed to help Inc. A friend recolumended Milburn's taxa - Liver Pills, and after usitig.three or four vials, 1 felt like a new man. I am now still taking them, and ant positively sure that I am on the road to recovery, 1 etrotesay recommend Milletra's leixa Liver Pills. .Milburb's Lexe-Teeer Pills are 25e per vial, 5 vials for sal he at nil drug Stores or deaiers, or will lis mailed on receipt of priee by Tile T. 111i1burn Co., Liteited. TO ronto, Ont. _1 wiThT didtWaneS: ' 'ITEM ishl a thing in the world you can do for me. I came here to see if 1 could do something -a very great something - for you; but If I don't like you 1 won't do it!" There was a silken rustle and a beautiful woman with cheeks of cherry bloom. hair of jet and eyes of pure Irish blue, moved to Lord O'More's side and, catching his arm, Shook him impatiently. "Terence! Have you lost your senses?" she cried. "Didn't you un- derstand what the ebild said? Looe at her facet See wbat she has!" "1 beg your perdue," he said. "Tbe fact is, I am leaving Chicago sorely disappointed. it makes me bitter and reckless. 1 thought it wag some more of those queer, useless people that have thrust themselves on me con- stantly, and 1 was careless. Forgive me and tell me why you came." "I will if I like you," said the an- gel stoutly, "trnd if I don't I won't!" "But I began all wrong, and now don't know bow to make you like me," said his lordship, with sincere pen1tenc6 in his tone. The angel looked into the beautiful woman's face. "Are you his wife?" she asked. "Yes," said the woman. "I am his wife." , "Well," said the angel judicially, "the Bird Woman says no one in the whole world knows all a man's big - flosses and all his littlenesses as his wife does. What you think of him 'ought to do for me. Do you like him?" "Better than any one in the whole world," said Lady O'More promptly. The angel mused a second, and then her legal tinge came to the fore again. "Yes, but have you any one you could like better if he wasn't all right?" she persisted. "I have three of his sons. two little daughters, a father, mother and several brothers and sisters," came the quick reply. "And you like him best?" persisted the angel with finality. -"I love him so much that I wonid give up every one of them with dry eyes, if by so doing I could save 111M," said Lord O'More's wife. 'Oh!" cried the angel. "Oh, my!" She lifted her clear eyes to Lord O'More's and shook tier head. "She never, never could do that!" ab 9 said. "But it's a mighty big thing to your credit that she thinks she could. I guess I'll tell you wby I came." She laid down the paper and touched the portrait. "When you were just a boy, did people call you Freckles?" she asked. "Dozens ot good fellows all over Ire- land and the coutinent are doing it to- day," answered Lord O'More.° The angel's race lighted with tier most beautiful Amite. "I was sure of IL" she said winning- ly. "That's what we call him, and he is so like you. I doubt IS any one ot those three boys of yours are more so. But It's been twenty years. Seems to me you've been a long time coming!" Lord O'More caught the angel's wrists and his wife slipped her arms about her. "Steady, my girl!" said the man's voice hoarsely. "Don't make me think you've brought word of the boy at this last hour unless you know surely." "It's all right," sald tne angel. "We have him, and there's bo chance of a mistake. If I hadn't gone to that home for his little clothes and beard or you and been bunting you and bad met you on the street, or anywhere. I should have stopped you and asked $700 who you were just because you aro So like him. It's all right. 1 can tell you where Freckles Is; but arbetber you deserve to know -that's another matter!" Land Olibre did not near tier. tie dropped back in his chair and, covering his face, burst Into those terrible sobs that shake and rend a strong man Lady O'More hovered over him. weep- ing. "-Mph! :Woks pretty fair for Free- kies," Muttered the nage'. "Lots of things din be explained. NOW perhaps they can explain this." 'They did explain so hilly that in few minutes the angel was oil her feet, hurrying Lord and Lady O'More tet read] the hospital. 12sea1t1P.2, 41iii&Alltny hisloth-Wes picture instantly," -said the angel. "I want that picture and the bundle of little clothes." Lady O'More gave them Into tier bands. The likeness was a large miniature painted on ivory, with a frame of beaten gold. and the face that looked out of it was of extreme bt•atity and surpassing sweetness. Surrounded by masses of dark hair was a delicately cut face, whit big eyes. In the upper *art of It there was no trace of Freckles, but the lips curving tn smile were nis very own. The angel gazed as If she could never leave off. Then with.a quivering breath she laid the portrait aside and reached both arms for Lord O'More's neck. "That will save Freckles' life and insure his happiness," she said posi- tively. "Thank you, oh, thank you for coming!" She kissed and hugged him and then the wife who had come with him. She opened the bundle of yellow and brown linen and gave just a glance at the texture and work. Then she gathered the little clothes and the pic- ture to her heart and led the way to the cab. Ushering Lord and Lady'O'More into the reception room, she said to Mc- Lean. "Please go call up my father and ask him to come on the first train." She swung the door after him. ' "These are Freckles' people." she said to the Bird Woman. "You can find out about eacb other. I'm going to him." And she was gone. The nurse left tbe room quietlY as the angel entered, still carrying the bundle and the picture. When they were alone the angel turned to Freckles and saw that the crisis was, indeed, at hand. "Angel," he panted. "013, angel! Did you get them? Are they white? Are the little stitches there? Oin an- gel! Did me mother love me?' The words seemed to leap from his burning lips. The angel dropped the bundle on the bed and laid the pic- ture, face down, across his knees. She gently pushed his bead to tbe pillow, and caught his arms in a firm grasp.. "Yes, dear heart," she said with fullest assurance. "No little clothes were ever whiter. I never in all my life saw sisch dainty, fine little stitehes, and, as for loving you, no boy's mother ever loved him morel" , A great trembling seized Freckles. "Sure? Are you sure?" he urged, with clicking teeth. "I know," said the angel firmly., "And, Freckles, while you rest and be glad I want to tell you a little story. When you feel stronger we trill look at the clothes together. The are bere. They are all right But when I was at the home getting them I heard of some people that were hunting a lost boy. I went to sea them, and what they told me was all so exactly like what might have bap- pened to you that I must tell you. Then you'll see that things could be very different from what you have always tortured yourself with think- ing." Freckles lay quiet under her toueh, but he did not hear a word that she was saying until his roving eyes rested on her face; and he immediately noticed a remarkable thing. For tbe first time she was talking to him and doing everything but meet his eyes. That was not like the angel at It was the delight of hearing her speak that she always looked one•squarely In the face and with perfect frankness. "-anti he was a sour, grumpy old man," she was saying. "He always bad been spoiled, .because he was an only son and bad a title and a big estate. Be would have just his way, no matter about his sweet little wife, or his boys, or any one. So when Ms eldest son fell in love with a beauti- ful girl with a title, the very girl of all the world his fatber wanted him to, and added *a big adjoining estate to • his, why, that pleased bine "Then be went and ordered his other son to marry a poky kind of a girl that nobody liked to get another big estate on the other side, and that was different That was all the world different, because the eldest son end been in love all Ms ilfe with the girl he married. and, oh, Freckles. it's no wonder, for I saw her! She's a royal beauty and she has the sweetest way. "But that poor younger son, he nad been in love witb the village vicar's daughter all bis life. That's no won- der either, for she was more beatite. ful yet. She could sing like the an- gels. but she [leant a cent. She loved bim to death, too, If tie was bony and freckle() and red hairea-a don't mean that! They didn't say what color his bair was. but bis tatin. er's must have been the reddest ever, Lor wben be found out about theme and it wasn't anything so terrible, be just caved! "The old roan went to see the girl - the pretty one with no money, et course -and he hurt her feelings until she ran away. She went over to Lon- don and began studying music. Soon she grew to be a lovely .singer, and then she joined a cOnlpany and came to this country. .•=•••••••••••••••••••• • CHAPTEE XXIIL TitttEt ounsses. HEN the younger sea foetid that she had left London, he ran off and aelltrwed her," continued the angel. Frec- kles was listening most attentively now. "When she got here all Alone and afraid," the angel went on, "and saw hint coming to her, why, she was so glad she tip arid married him, just like anybody else would have done. He M.t. ;want her to.trevel $ith the eeeegillalhiseeee PALPITATION OF THE HIEART. Sudden fright or emotion may cause a momentary arrest of the heart's action, or some excitement or apprehension may set up a rapid action of the heart thereby causing palpitation. Palpitation, again, is often the result of dime tive diaorders arising from the stomach, or may be the result of over indulgence of tobacco or alcoholic drinks. The only way to regulate this serious heart trouble ie to use Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills, Mrs. J. S. Nicholls, Iestowell, Ont., writes: "I eves weak and run down, my heart would palpitate end I would take weak and dizzy spells. A friend ad- vised inc to try Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills, so I started at once to 1.1F0 them, and fetind that I felt much stronger. I cannot praise your medicine too highly, for it has done me a world of good." Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are 50c per bee, 3 boxes for $1.25; at all dealers, or mailea direct by The 'I'. , Milburn Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont. imoomm•••••memomme• troupe: se when the Y got to Chicago they thought diet would be a good place, nod they stopped, and he hunted work. It was slow business, because he had never been langht to do a useful thing, and he didn't even know how to hunt work. least of all to do It when he found it; so pretty soon tbings were going wrong. But if he couldn't dna week, she could always sing, so she sang at night. and made little things itt the daytime. Ile didn't like tier to s:ng in public, and he wouldn't let her when he could help himself; but winter _ . Mune, It was very cold, and fire was es - pensive. Rents went up, and they had t� Move farther out to cheaper and cheaper places; and you were coming -- 1 mean, the boy that A lost was com- ing -and they were almost distracted. Thou the man wrote and told his father all about it, and bus tattier sent the letter back unopened and wrote him to never write again. ''When the baby came, there was rulghty little left to pawn for food and a doctor, and nothing at all for a nurse, so an 61d neighbor tiaman went in and took care of the young mother and Ole little baby, just because she was so sorry for them. By that time they were away out In tbe suburbs on the top floor of a little wooden house, among a lot of factories, and it kept getting colder, will; less to eat. Then the man got desperate, and lie went out to just find something to eat; and the woman was desperate, too. She got up, left the old woman to take care of ber baby and went into the city to sing for some money. The woman got so cold she put tbe baby in bed and went home. Then a boiler blew up in a factory beside the littie house and set It on fire. A piece of iron was pitched across the little bouse and broke through the roof. It came down smash, and cut just one little hand ocr • the poor baby. It screamed and screamed, and the fire kept coming closer and closer. "The old woman ran out with the rest of the people and saw what bad happened. She knew there wasn't going to be time to wait for the fire- men or anything, and sue ran into the building. She could hear the poor little baby screaming, and she couldn't stand that, so she worked her way up to it. There it was, all hart and bleed- ing. Then she was scared almost to death over thinking what its mother would do to her for going off and leaving it, so she ran to a home for little friendless babies that was near and banged on the door. Then she hid across the street until the baby was taken in, and then she ran back to 'see if her own house was burning up. The factory and the little house and a lot of others were all gone. The peo- ple there told her that the beautiful lady came back and ran into the house to find her baby. She had just gone ID when her husband came, and he went in after her, and the house went down over both of them." b'reckles lay rigid, with his eyes on the angel's face, and she talked rapid- ity, 041g:ceiling, . • cwidieglemiadba The Army of Constipation to Growing Smaller Every Day. CARTER'S LITTLE LIVER PILLS are terpontible--theynot only give relief — they permanently CHIC Const:pa.• 11c1t1 USE 4: far AY :tom. 6 nesc, ileceachN Small Pill, Small Dose, Small Pries% Genui:ne mustbeer Signature _ KOUVitirris":41.61 •I "Th a tharrild woman was just eica about that 120Gr little baby. She was afraid to tell them at the home, be- cause she knew she never should !rave left it, but she wrote it letter and sent It to where the beautiful woman. 'when She was 111, had said her busbend's people lived, She told all about the little baby that she could remember; ..Wben it was born, how it was named for the man's elder brother, that Its band had been cut off in thli tire, and ;Where she had Put it to be doctored and taken care off. She told them that Its mother and father were both burn. 'ed, and she begged and implored theiti to come and get it. "You think it would have melted a heart of ice, but that old man hadn't any heart to melt, for he got tbat, let- ter and read it. He bid It away among his papers and never told 0 soul. A few months ago he died. When his elder son went to settle up hi.s business he found that letter al- most the first thing. Lie dropped everything, and came, with Ms wile, to hunt that baby, because he had 'always loved his brother dearly, and wanted him back...He bad bunted tor him all he dared all these years, end when ne got here you were gonc--I mean the baby was gone -and I tied to tell you, Freckles, for you see it might have bappened to you like that just as easy as to that other lost boy." Freckles reached up and turned the ringers face until he compelieu her eyes to meet his. "Angel," said Freckles at last, catching bee wrist, "are you trying to tell me that there Is somebody bunting a boy that you're thinking, Migbt be me? Are you belavin' you've round me relations?" Then the angel's eyes came home. The time bad come. She pinioned Freckles' arms to his sides and bent above him. "How strong are you, dear heart?" she breathed. "How brave are you? IChttanyou bear it? Dare I tell you tr, 'No!" gasped Freckles. "Not if yen's° sure! 1 can't bear it! I'll die if *you dor' Tbe day had been one unremitting strain with the angel: Nerve tension was drnnii to the Onest timed. It snapped anddenly. "Die?" she flamed. "Die, 11 I tell you tbnt! You snid this morning that you would die If you didn't know your name, and If your people were honornble. Now I've gone and found you a nerne thnt stands for ages of honor, a mother that toyed you enongh to go into the tire nnd die for yote and the nicest kind of relatires, atel you turn round end say you'll die over that! You Jost try dying :111(1 y011'll get a good slap!" The angel stood gin -Ing at elm One second Freckles iny pnrelyzed end dumb with astonishment. The next the Irish In bis soul rose abore every• thing. A roar of Inughter httrst from tem. The terrified angel e1105111 hint in am' arms end tried to stIlle the sound. She implored and eornmended The tears rolled from Freekles' eyes end he wheezed on. Whim ne was too worn out to utter nnother sound, els eyes laughed silently. When he Was quiet and rested t he angel commenced trilking to hen sotto:. "Dear Freckle'," she wee seeing, "across your knees there Is the Nee of the mother that went 1510 tile fire fer you, and 7 know tbe name -old and full of honor -to which yuu were born.. Dear team. which • wilt you have first!" "Me mother!" She lifted the lovely pictured face and set it in the nook of els nem. Freckles caught her hund and drew her down beside MID, and together they gazed at the picture. "Me mother! Oh, ine mother! Can you ever be forgiving me? Oh, me beautiful little mother!" 0118111 cd Freckles • over and over in exalted wonder. "Wait!" cried the angel to the mute question she could no more nnewer than he could ask. "Wnit. 1 will write it!" Sbe hurried to the trade. enegin up the nurse's 1)02) t.1 and en the eaek el ••• 1 0 IDE" eg nee e. \ ‘i tifea tee..1' en:a-en. ens_ 1 need n.ielezeVe. "me MOTtietti on, lir norrnaati" a prescription tablet wrote, "Terence MaxWell O'More, Danderry House, County Clare, Ireland." Before she had pnithed came Free. Ides' voice, "Angel; are you hurrying?" sajo 'tLata, ant AN 42 TheProptielaryorlatenifiedicineact ! AVVgeteble PmparalionforAs. etentating iheroodandRegular• linglheStomadisandllowelse T FANTS ?OULU • PromofesDigestionClwerful- ressandltest.Conialasneitttc Opiuntaktorphine nornaeral NOT NAIR C OTIC. • .114/rofoldDalle/EZP171:1112 llopktit Seed- fleAltrielreSiaelts- tireettinti;Sek.. Itrnteqeeallamt Aperfeel Remedy forConSlipte lion, SourSlomach,Diarrheee Worms.Convulsions,Feverish, ness and LOSS OF SLEEP. Facazvicee_emramSimile gianattreof ISE CENTAU8COMPAi1Y. MONTREAL&NEWYORIC 0 STORIA For Infants and Children. Mothers Know That Genuine Castoria Always Bears the Signature • of Use For Over Thirty Years 11 Exact Copy of Wrapper. THE ceNTAJE COM..ANY• YORK cre•,: seall'S'ea'afelnallta.1e-aelaaeaesaa. are...Sea ealita'aiaaaaiallia.....? ;teereses-'' •'••••••!.•• • ••••• ;thifs d .gbod deitiatif if, I Gave -To put in your house and country, so that you will feel located." "Me house?" marveled Freckles_ "Of course," said the angel. "Your uncle says your grandmother left your father ber dower house and estate, because she knew his father would cut him off. You get that, and all your share of your grandfather's property besides. It is ,all set off for you and waiting. Lord O'More told me so. I suspect you are ricber than McLean. Freckles." She closed Ms fingers over the slip and straightened his hair. "Now you are all reedit. dear Lim- berlost guard," she said. "You go to sleep and don't thiuk uf a thing but just pure joy, joy, joy! I'll keep your people until you wake np." Freckles caught her skirt as she turned from him. "I'll go to sleep in are minutes," ne said. "if you will be (Mug illSt 0118 Ching more for me. Seed ler your father. Oh, anget, seed fur mut quick!" One instant the angel stood looking down on him. The next n crimson wave darkly stained her rowdy face. Her chin began a spasmodic quivering and tears sprang into ber eyes. Her hands caught at ber chest as if she were stifling. Freckles' grasp ou ber tightened until be drew her up to and then down beside him. Ile slipped bis arm about tier and drew bee face to his pillow. "Don't angel; for tile love let mercy don't be doing that," he implored. "1 can't be bearing it. Tell inc. Xou must tell me." The tweet sbook her bead. "That ain't fair, angel," said levee- kles. "You made inc tell you Wien it was like tearing the beam raw from me breast. And you was for making everytleng heaven-jirst beaven and nothing else for me lf I'm so much more now than I was no hoar ago, may- be I can be thinking of some way to fix tbings. You will be telling rne?" be coaxed softly, moving his cheek against ber hair. Tim angel's bead ninved in negation Freckles did a moment or intent think- ing. "Maybe I can be guessing," he whis- pered. "Will you be giving tut three chances?" There was just the faintest possileo assent. "You didn't want me to be knowing me name," guessed Freckles. The engers bead sprang from 1 he pillow and her tear stained face named With ontraged indignation. "Why, I did, too!" she burst out au grily. "One gone," said Freckles eannly. "Yon didn't want me to have relatives, a home. and money." "I del!" screamed the angel. t I go meself, all atone, into the Mts. role tind them when I was ntraid es death • 1 did too!" "l'wo gone." enld tereeirlee .1rie Mann want the beentifittest girl in the world to be telling me" - Down went the angers thee. and heavy eel) il1nol Iter. Freeliess' etesso tightened 815101 her shoulders. intet 0,e face, In Its eontlieting emotione, nee n study. Meepite all it nivent to 1)102 30 know at Inel ilts name rind that ill: was it lestintstble birth knewitelge wittiest) Whleh lifts was an eternat dee grime tem burden -11n' sum thing that wes netnntering 111 Vreet ,es' heart and beating Ire his bruits pas1 any attempt, ed mwession was tie. fact that, while he might really have been name- less, the angel had told hint that 'she loved hint lie donld find no word with which to begirt to volee the rap. tare of his heart over that But it aha to„tristibli it, tut by) Iwo thlOg • tiCaia," but'Vaa`Trealiat'ataf niatesearooltatoreo or her feeling of responsibility. if it killed him after all. there was only one thing left to do. "A.ngel," whispered Freckles with his lips against her hair, -yon tiaren't learned your history book very well, or you've forgotten." "Forgotten what?" sobbed tbe "Forgotten nbout the real knight, ladybird." breathed Freckles softly. "Don't you know that it anything happened that made els Indy sorry real knight just simply couldn't be re- membering it? Angel, sterling little Swamp Angel, you be listening to me. There was one night on the trail. one solemn, grand. wbile night Hint there wasn't erer mu other like before or since, when the dear boss put his arm about me and told me that he toyed me, but if you care, angel. if you don't want it that way. why, 1 1111i't remem- bering that anybody else ever did -not lo me whole life," The angel lifted her bead and looked into the depths of Freckles' honest gray eyes, and they met hers unwaver- ingly, but the pain In them was piffle. "Do you mean," she demanded, "that you don't remember Met a brazen. forward girl fold you, when yen hadn't asked hels that slle"—the nngel emitte(1 on it a second, but she ga 00 n gulp and brought it out bravely -'•that elm loved you?" "No!" thundered Freckles. "Not don't remember anytbing of the kind." But all the song birds of his soul burst into melody over that one little clause, "When you nadn't asked nen" "nut you will," said tbe angel. "You may live to be an old, old man, and then you will," "I will not!" cried Freckles. "How can you think it, angel?" "You won't eveu look as if you re- member!" "I will not!" persisted Freckles. "I'd rather give it all up now and go out into eternity alone, without ever seeing a soul of me same blood or me home or bearing another lean call me by the name 1 was born to than to remember anything that would be hurt- ing you, angel." CHAPTER •XXIV. RINGS AND A FEATHER. 71m1 angel's tear stained face flashed into dazzling beauty. "Oh, Freckles, forgive me!" she cried. "I've been through so much that Pm scarcely myself or L wouldn't be bere bothering you when you should be sleeping. Of course you eouldn't. You're too good a knight to retnembev a thing Illre that. Of course 3 ou are! Axed when yon don't remem- ber. why, thou it's the same as if it never happened. Oh, Freckles, I'm so glad: I'm so happy: It's dear of you to not remeillber, Freckles; perfectly dear: It's no wonder I love you so. The wonder would Ile If I did not. 1. should like to anew how I'm ever go- ing to mate you nutierstand how much I love you!" Pillow and all, she caught him to ber breast, and then she was gone. Freckles lay dazed with astonish- ment. At last Ws batting, eyes rolled about the room, searching for some- thing appreaching the human tO whleh be could Appeal, mite failing ou his mother's portrait, he eet it up be - fere lain. _ 1(TO HO CONTIN