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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Times, 1915-11-25, Page 7• November '15th, 1915 THE WINGHAM TIMES Freckles. BY Gene Stratton- Porter Copyright 1904, by Doubleday, Page & Co. SYNOPSIS. Freckles, a homeless boy, Is hired by Boss McLean to guard the expensive tim- ber in the Limberlost from timber thieves. Freckles does his work faithfully, maker friends with the birds and yearns to know more about nature. He lives with Mr. and Mrs. Duncan. 'fIe resolves to get books and educate himself. He becomes interested in a huge pair of vultures and calls his bird friends his "chickens." Some 6t the trees he, is guarding are worth $1,000 each. Freckles' books arrive. He receives a call from Wessner,, 'wessner attempts to bribe Freckles to .betray his trust, and Freckles whips him. McLean overhears them and Witnesses the fight. Freckles' honesty saves a precious tree. Ile finds the nest of the vultures and is visited by a beautiful young girl. She calls FrecklesMcLean's-eon: 1!'reckles •calls her "the angel" and helps the Bird Woman in taking photographs. McLean promises to adopt Freckles. Heckles mid the -angel become very rii:c. 1' friendly. Assisted by the Bird Woman, they drive Wessner and Black Jack, tint• bor thieves, from the Limberlost. McLean fears more trouble, but Freckles insists upon being the solo guard of the timber. Freckles calls upon the angel's father. CHAPTER XL THE MAN OH' ArrAH1S. •es HY don't you take it your- self?" questioned the man of affairs Freckles' clear gray eyes met those of the angel's father square- ly, and he said. "If you were in my place would you take it to her your- self?" "No, I would not," said that gentle- man quickly. "Then why ask why 1 did not?" came Freckles' lamblike query. "Bless me!" said the angel's father. 'He stared at the package, then at the lifted chin of the boy and then at the package again and muttered. "Excuse me." Freckles bowed. "It would be favoring me greatly if you would delayer the bat and the message. Good` morning, sir," and' be turned away. "One minute," said the angel's fa- ther. "Suppose I give you permission to return this hat in person and make .your own acknowledgments." Freckles stood one moment thinking intently, and then he lifted those eyes of unswerving truth and asked: "Why should you, sir? You are kind e indade to m ution It, and it's thanking b you 1 am fur your good intim-ions, but my wanting to go or your being will- ing to have me ain't proving that your daughter. would be attuning- the or care to bother with The angel's father meted keenly into the 'face of this esiraordivary young Wan, ;tad be Nutlet it to• his liking. • -There's one other thing 1 meant to say," saki F reckleg. "Every day I see something and at times a tot of things that 1 think the bird Woman would be wanting pictures of badly If she knew. Von mlgbt be speaking of It to her, and If she'd want me to 1 can send li .-. tCit: d o hen tin.!1 .things she Was Not 'Much of. a Believer in Patent Medicines But Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills Are All Right. Mrs. Wm. McElwain, Temperance ,Vale, N.B., writes: "1 am not much of a believer in medicines, but 1 must say Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills are all right. Some years ago I was troubled with smothering spells. In the night I would waken up with my breath all gcne and think I never would get it back. I was telling a friend of my trouble, and he advised me to try Milburn's Heart and Nerve Pills. He.gave me a bait, and I had only taken a few of them when I could sleep all night without any trouble. 'I did not finish the box until some years after when I felt my trouble coming back, so I took the rest of them and they cured mc." Milburn's heart and Nerve Pills have been on the market for the past twenty-five years. The testimony of the [users should i; enough to con- vince you that what we claim for theta is true. 1I. and N. Pills are 50c per box, 3 boxes for $1.25; at all druggists or dealers, mailed direct on receipt of rice by The T. Milburn Co., Limited, Teranto,Ont, wouldn't likely get-elsewheree:" "11 that's the case," said the angers father, "and you feel under obliga- tions for her assistance the other day you can discharge them in that way. She is spending all her time in the fields and woods searching for sub-. jests. By all means let her know if you find subjects you ,think, she could use, and we will do ,anything we can for you if you will give her what help you can and see that she is as safe as possible." "It's :hungry for human beings I get," said Freckles, "and it's like heaven to me to have them come. When it comes to protecting them I'd tisk me life. to be sure, but even that Mightn't do any good in some cases. There's a good many dangers to be reckoned with in the swamp, sir." There was no way in which Freckles could know it, but by following his best instincts and being what he coo , ceived a gentleman should be be sur prised the man of affairs into thinking of him and. seeing his face over his books many times that morning. He stepped to the curb to mount his wheel and heard a voice that thrilled through and through him, calling: "Freckles! Oh, Freckles!" The angel separated herself from a group of girls and came (tarrying ug to him. She was in snowy white—a quaint little frock with a marvel o1 soft lace about her throat and wrist a Through the sheer sleeves of it het beautiful, rounded arms showed dis• tinctly, and it was cut just to the base of her perfect neck. On her head was a pure white creation of fancy braid with folds on fouls of tulle, soft and silken as cobwebs, lining the brim, ant' a great mass of white roses clustered against the gold of her hair crept about the crowd and fell in a riot to her shoulders at the back. There were gleams of gold with settings of blue on her fingers, and altogether she was the daintiest, sweetest sight he had ever seen. "Oh, Freckles!" she cried. "I was wondering about you the other day. Is there any trouble? Are you just starting back to the Limberlost?" '"I came to bring your hat" said Freckles. "You forgot it in the rush the other day. I have just left it with your father and a message trying to express the gratitude of me for how you and the Bird Woman were for helping me out." The angel nodded gravely, and. Freckles saw in a flash that he had done the proper thinginsoin to her father. Then she was saying that she could scarcely wait for the time to come for the next, picture of the Little Chickens series: "I want to hear the rest of that song, and I hadn't even begun seeing your -room yet." she com- plained ' "I wonder if f couldn't bring my banjo' and ,some of the songs 1 like hest. I'll play and you'll sing." Freckles felt that if be lifted his eyes the adoration in them would frighten her. "I was afraid your experience the other day would scare you so that you'd never be taming again," he found himself saying. The angel laughed gayly. "Did I look scared;" she questioned "No," said Freckles; "you did not." • "Oh, 1 just enjoyed that," she cried ' "Those hateful, stealing old things! I had a big•notiop to pink one of them, but I thought maybe some way it would be best for you that I shouldn't. They needed it. That didn't scare me, and, as for the'Bird Woman, she's ac- customed to finding snakes, tramps, cross dogs, sheep, cattle and goodness knows what. You can't frighten ber When she's after a picture. Did they come back?" "No," said Freckles. "The gang got there a little after noon and took out the tree, but I must tell you and you must tell the Bird Woman that there's no doubt but they will be coming back, and they will have to make it before long now, tot WS soon the gang will be there to work on the swamp." "0h, what a shame! erled the an- gel, "They'll clear out roads, Cut down the beautiful trees and tear up ev- erything. They'll drive away the birds and spoil the cathedral. When they have done their worst all these mills abort here will follow in and take out the cheap timber, Then the land- owners will dig a few ditches, build some fireS, and in two summers more the Limberlost will be in corn and p0 - tepee." "You like it, too," saidl'reekles. "Yes," said the angel; •'I love it, Your room is a little piece right out of the heart of fairyland, and the cathe- dral is God's worts, not yours. You only found it and opened the door after he bad it completed. Come get a cool drink before you start back. It won't take but a mihute, and you can ride fast enough to make up for it." Freckles looked Into the beautiful face of the angel in sheer wonder- ment. Did she truly mean it? 1Vould she walk down that street with him, Crippled, homely, in mean clothing? "I ralily must be off," said Freckles earnestly, "but I'm thanking you more titan you'll ever know for your kind- ness] I'll just be drinking bowls of icy things all me way home in the thoughts of it." Down came the angel's foot. Her eyes flashed. "There's no sense in that," she said "How do you think you would have felt when you knew I was warm and thirsty and you went awl brought me a drink and I wouldn't take it because — because goodness knows whyl" She deliberately slipped her band under his arm—the right arm that ended in an empty sleeve. "You are coming," she said firmly. Freckles' head swam. "Please don't, angel," he said softly. "You don't understand. If your fa- ther came on to me on the street in my station and dress with you on me arm he'd have every right to be can- ing me before the people, and not a finger would I lift to stay him," The angel's eyes snapped. "If you think my father cares about my do- ing anything that is right and kind and that makes me happy to do, why, then you completely failed in- ritd1ng my father, and L'11 ask him and just show you." She dropped Freckles' arta and turn- ed• toward the .entrance to the build- ing. "Why, look there!" sbe exclaim- ed Her father stood at a Window, watching the scene with eyes that comprehended quite as thoroughly; as If he had beard every word. The Thl an- gel made a despairing gesture toward Freckles. The man of affairs answer- ed her with a look of infinite .tender- ness. He' nodded bis head, and the veriest dolt could have read the words his lips formed, "Take him along!" A sudden trembling seized Freckles. The angel turned on him with tri- umphing eyes. She was highly strung and not accustomed to being thwart- ed. "Did you see that?' she demand- ed. ."Now are you satisfied? Will you come?" Freckles went. On every band she was kept busy giving and receiving the cheeriest greetings. She walked into the parlors exactly as if she owned them. A long row of people stared with varying de- grees of insolence and curiosity as Frecklesbad felt they would. He glanced at the angel. Now would she see? "On my soul!', he muttered under his breath. "They don't even touch her!" She turned the full battery of her eyes on the attendant. "I want to mix a drink for my friend," she said . "He has a long, hot tide before him, and I don't want him started off with one of those 010 palate teasing sweetuesses that you mix just on purpose to drive a man back In ten minutes. I want a clear, cool, spar- kling drink that bas a tang of acid /n it." The angel compounded the drink and carried the brimming' glass to Freckles. He said in the mellowest of all the mellow tones of his voice, "I'll be drinking it to the Swamp Angel." And as he had said to ber that first day the angel now cautioned him, "Be drinking slowly." As the 'screen door swung behind them one of the men at the counter asked of the attendant, "Now, what did that mean?" t "Exactly what you saw," replied he rather curtly. "We're accustomed to it in here. Hardly a day passes this hot weather but she's picking up some poor, god forsaken mortal and bring- ing him iu. Then she comes behind the counter herself and fixes up a drink to suit the occasion." "Mighty queer specimen she had this time," volunteered another. "Wonder who he is?" "I think," said a third, "that he's McLean's Limberlost guard, and I sus- pect she's gone to the swamp with the Bird Woman for pictures and knows him that. way." Out on the street the angel walked beside Freckles to the first crossing, and there sbe stopped. "Did you insist on axing that drink because you knew how intoxicating 'twould be?" asked Freckles. There was subtlety In the compli- ment, and the angel laughed gleefully. "Next time maybe you won't take so much coaxing," she said. "I wouldn't this If I had known your father and been understanding you better. Do you really think the Bird Woman will be coming again?" The angel jeered. "Wild horses 'Couldn't drng lter away," she cried "She will have hard work to wait the week out. I shouldn't be in the least surprised to see her start any hour." Freckles couldn't bear the suspense; it had to come. "And you?" he questioned, but he dared not lift his eyes. "Wild horses me, too," she laughed, "couldn't keep me away either! Now, goodby." Freckles was half way to the Lim- beelost when be dismounted He could ride no farther, because he Could not eft the road. I -le sat down under a tree and, leaning against it, burst into a storm of sobs that shook, twisted and rent him,. If they would remind him of his position, speak 'condescend* ingly or notice his hand he could! hear: It. but ,this --it Nould surely Ni Fele Was Covered With Pimples. Pimples are not a serious trouble, but they are very unsightly. Pimples are caused wholly by bad blood, and to get rid of them it is neces• psarry to. purify the blood of all its lin- kies Burdock Blood Bitters bas made many remarkable cures; the pimples have all disappec ^ed, and a bx ght, clean, com- plexion left behind. Mr. Lennox D, Cooke, Indian Path, N.S., writes: "I am writing you a few lines to tell you what Burdock Blood Bitters has done for me. Lastiwidter my face was covered with pimples. I tried different kinds of medicine, and all seemed to fail. I was one day to' a friend's house, and there they advised me to use B,B.B., so I purchased two bottles, and before I had them taken I found I was getting better. I got two more, and when they were finished I was completely cured. I find it is a great blood purifier, and I recommend it to all," Burdock Blood Bitters`has been on the market for the past forty years, and is manufactured only by The T. Milburn , Co., Limited" Toronto, Ont. him! His hut. pulsing _ Irish blood could not bear it. What did they mean? Why did they du it? Were they like that to every one? Was it pity? It could not be, for he !thew that the Bird Woman and the angel's father must know that be was not really Mc- Lean's son, and it did .not matter to them in the least. la spite of acci- dent and poverty. they evidently ex- pected him to du something worth while in the world. That must be his remedy. He must go to work on his education.- He must get away. He mustlt find and do the great thing of which the angel talked. For the first time bis thoughts turned anxiously to- ward the city and the beginning of ole studies. McLean and the Duncans spoke of him as "the boy," but he was n man. He must face life bravely and act a man's part. The angel was a mere child. He must not allow her to torture him past bearing with her frank comradeship that meant to him high heaven, earth's richness and all that lay between and just nothing to her. There was an ominous growl of thunder. and Freckles snatched up his. wheel and raced for the swamp. He was worried to find bis boots lying at the cabin door. The children playing , on the wood pile told him that wither said they were so heavy she couldn't walk in them and she had come back and taken them off. Thoroughly frightened, eB. stopped only long n enough, tosl them .on' himself and a �' th t.n sped with` all his strength for the Limberlost, To the west the long, black, hard beaten trail lay clear, but far un the.east side straight across the path, he could see what was cer- tainly a liinp•brown figure. Face down, Sarah Duncan lay across the trail. When Freckles turned her over his blood chilled at the look of horror frozen on her face. There was a low humming, and something spat- ted against him. Glancing about, Freckles shivered in terror, for there Ras a swarm of wild bees settled on n scrub thorn only a few yards away. The air was thick with excited, unset- tled bees making ready to lead fur- ther in search of a suitable location. Then he thought he understood, and with a prayer of thankfulness in his heart that she had escaped even so narrowly he caught her up and bur- ned down the trail until they were well out of danger. CHAPTER XII. WITH ins SWAMr ANGEL. ARAH DTJNCAN bad not fol- lowed the trail many rods when her trouble began. She was not Freckles, and not a bird of the line was going to be fooled into thinking she was. They kept whizzing from their nests and darting from all sorts of unexpected pikes about her head and feet with quick whirrs that kept her starting and jumping. Before ,Freckles was half- :way..•1(i. the , own . ns „-rig:., r. kheslitithihdfiflaihMitAiWAIMOIMAI Your Liver is Clogged up That's Why You're Tired-4*t of Sorts—Have ao Appetite. CARTER'S LI7 TLE LIVER PILIS will put you right is a few days. They do their duty. Cure Conti- Patton, Binsusness, Indigestion, ani Sick Beattache. Shall Pill, Small Dose, Small Price. Genuine must bear Signature 0 CARTEla ITTI.g IVE€, PILLS. eivimprwmpErsivermwout wa hysterical and the I.iiitierrost batt neither sung nor performed for her. "I wouldna stay in this place for a million a month," she bad said, Asad the sound of her voice brought no sem. fort, for it was so little like she had thought it that she glanced hastily about to see if it bad really been she that spoke. Her chin was quivering like a terra. fled child's. Almost into her face went a nighthawk stretched along a limb for its daytime nap. Mrs. Duncan sprang down the trail, lighting on 't frog. The croak it gave as she crush- ed it sickened her. She screamed wild- ly and jumped to one side. That car- ried her into the swale, where the grasses reached almost to her waist. and her horror of snakes returning she made a dying leap for an old log lylug along the line. She lit on it squarely. but it was so damp and rotten that she sank straight througb it to her knees. She caught at the wire as she went down and, missing. raked per wrist over a barb until she lald it open in a bleeding gash. Her fingers closed convulsively around the second strand. She was too frightened to scream now. Her tongue stiffened. She clung frantically to the sagging wire and finally mnnaged to grasp it with the other hand, Then she could reach the top wire, and so she drew herself up and found solid footing. She picked up the club that she had dropped in order to extricate herself. Leaning heavily on it, she got back to the trail. The wind rose higher, the changes from light to darkness were more abrupt, and the thunder came nearer and louder. In swarms the blaci:hlyds rose from the swale and carne hocking to the interior with a clamoring c-ry, "T'check, t'ebeck." Grackles mar- shaled to their tribal call, ••Trull-a-hee, trail-a-hee." Red winged blackbirds swept low, calling' to belated mates, "Fol -low -me, fol -low -me." Huge jetty crows gathered about her. crying, as if warning her to flee before it was everlastingly too lute. A heron, fish- ing the nearby pool for Freckles' "(Ind- ian" frog, fell into trouble with a muskrat and let out a rasping note. Mrs. Duncan was too shaken to run far. Several bees struck her and were nn grily buzzing about before she noticed theist. 'Then the humming swelled to a roar on "all sides. A great, convui sive sob shook her. and she ran into the bushes, now into the swale. any- where to ovoid the swarming bees. dnchiug, dodging, fighting for her very life. Presently the bumming seemed to grow a little fainter. She found the trail again and ran with all her might ft'out at few of her angry pursuers. And as she ran. straining every mus cle, she suddenly became aware that crossing thei1 trail before her was a great, round, black body with brown markings on its bac-k, like painted get) metrical patterns. She tried to 'stop, but the louder buzzing behind warned ber she dared not. Gathering her skirts still higher. with hair flying about her face and her eyes almost bursting from their sockets. she rim straight toward it. The sound of liter feet and the humming of the bees alarmed the rattler, and It stopped squarely ncros;. the trail, lifting its head above the 1.; -wises of the swale and ratting - !nig :rlugly'—rattled until the bees we'itt ortdone. Straight at it went the panic stricken woman, running wildly and uncontrol- !ably. She took one great leap, clearing its body ou the path. and then flew ou with winged feet. The snake, roiling to strike. missed Mrs. Duncan and landed among the bees instead. They settled over and about it, aud, realiz- ing that it had found trouble, it souk !:ff�tVt� rL1 taste: e.9 STRAIa13T AT IT WENT Tin PANIC STItICK EN WOMAN. among the grasses and went thrashing toward the deep willow fringed tow ground where its den was until the Swale looked as it a mighty reaper were cutting a wide swath. The mass of enraged bees darted angrily about. Searching for it, and, colliding with the scrub thorn, began a temporary settling there to discover whether it was a suitable place. Mts. Duncan staggered on a few steps farther, fell faee down on the path. where Freckles found her, and lay still. Freckles worked with her until she drew a long, quivering breath and opened her eyes. When she saw hini bending ocer her she closed them tightly and, gripping :htrlt,. t:Lllg -tet hot faint. Egs !gap. anommisomminsmosionsionsimisi Children Cry for Fletcher's � ✓i , TORIA The Kind You Have Always Bought, and which has been la use for over 30 yeas's, has borne the signature of and has been made under his per- sonal supervision since its infaney. Allow no one to deceive yon in this. All Counterfeits, Imitations and " Just -as -good" are but Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and. Ghildrea—Experience against Experiment„ What is CASTORiA Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare.. goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It contains neither Opiurn, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms and allays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it has been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural sleep. Tho Children's Panacea—The Mother's Friend. GENUINE CASTO R IA ALWAYS Bears the Signature of In Use For Over 30 Years The Kind You Have Always Bought •T},E CENTAUR COMPANY. NEW YORK CITY, ea he -•u,. and ' wifft Tris ni n atiuiit and half carrying her, they made their way to the clearing, Then, brawny Scotswoman though she was, she keel- ed over again, The children added their wailing to Freckles' panic. This time be was so near the cabin that be could carry ber into the house and lay her on the bed. He sent the oldest boy scudding down the eii Iuroy for the nearest neighbor, and betit•een them they undressed ber and discover- ed that she was not bitten. They bath- ed and bound up the bleeding wrist and coaxed her back to consciousness. She lay sobbing and shuddering. The first intelligent e t worda she said was. "Freckles, look at thataron j the kitchen table and see if my yeast is no running ower." Several days went by before she could give Duncan and Freckles any detailed account of what had hap- pened to her. She could not rest until she sent for McLean and begged him to save Freckles from further risk about that place of borrors. The boss went down to the swamp with his mind fully made up to do so. Freckles laughed. "Why, Mr. Mc- Lean. don't you let a woman's nervous system set you worrying over me," he said "I'm not denying how sbe felt, because I've been through it meself, but that's all over and gone. It's the height of me glory to light it out with the old swamp and all that's in it or will be coming to it and then to turn it over to you, as 1 promised you and meself I'd do, sir. You couldn't break the heart of me entire quicker than to be taking it from me now when I'm just on the home stretch. Yon mustn't let a woman get mixed up with business. for I've always heard about how it's bringing ^ t r t cubic" The Bird Woman and the angel ar- rived on time for the third of the series and found McLean on the line talking to Freckles. The Koss was fill- ed with enthnsiasm over a marsharti- ole of the Bird Woman's that he had just read. He begged to be allowed to accompany her into the swamp and watch the method by which she se- cured an illustration in such a loca- tion. The Bird Woman explained to him that it was an easy matter with the subject she then had in hand, and as Little Chicken was too small to be frightened by him and large enougts tO be getting troublesome, she was glad of his company. They went to the chicken log together, leaving to the happy Freckles the care of the angel, who had brought her banjo and a roll of songs. The Bird Woman told them that they might go to Freck- les' room and practice until she fin- ished with Little Chicken, and then she and McLean would come to the concert. It was almost three hours before they finished and came down the west trail. As they reached the bushes at the entrance the voice of the angel stopped them, for It was commanding and filled with mach impatience. "Freckles James Boss McLean," she was saying, "you fill me with dark blue despair! You're singing as if your voice was glass and liable to break at any minute. Why don't you sing as you did a week ago? You are a fraud! You led me to think that there was the making of a great sing- er in you, and now you are singing— do you know bow badly you are sing- ing?" "Y1s," said Freckles meekly. "I'm thinking I'm too happy to be singing well today. The tousle don't come right only when I'm lonesome and sad. The world's for being all sunshine at prlsint, for among you and Mr. Mc- Lean and the Bird Woman I'm after being that happy that I Can't keep me ts11Quit trt,mastore ,It's..rttfitp,titan sorry I' am to be disap iointing you: Play it over, and I'll be beginning again. and' this time I'll hold hard." "Web." said the angel, "it seems to me that If 1 had all the things to be proud of tbat'you have I'd lift up my head and sing!" "And what is it I've to be prond of, ma'am?" politely inquired Freckles. "Why, a wbole wo ldfui SA things," cried the angel explosively. "For one thing, you can be good and proud over the way you've kept the timber thieves out of this lease and the trust your father bas in you. You can be proud over the way every one speaks of you. I beard a man say n few days ago that the Limberlost was full o disagreeable bl e thing's—positive dangers unhealthy as it could be. and that since the memory of the first settlers it has been a ren- -dezvous for runaways, thieves and murderers. This swamp is named for a man that got here and wandered. around 'till he starved. That man I was talking with said be wouldn't take your job for $1,000 a month—in fact. he said he wouldn't have it for any money. and you've never missed a day or lost a tree. Proud! Why, 1 should think you would just parade around about proper over that! "And you can always be proud that you are born an Irishman. My father is Irish, and if you want to see him just get up and strut give bim a teeny opening to enlarge on his race. He says that if the Irish bad decent terri- tory they'd lead the world. He says they've always been handicapped by lack of space and of fertile soil. He says if Ireland had been as big and fer- tile as Indiana. why, England wouldn't ever have had the upper hand. She'd just be a little appendage. Fancy Eng- land an appendage! He says Ireland ' b s sorators ••� a the finest and the1 oe t. , n t statesmen in Europe today. and when Englnod wants to tight with whom does she 611 her trenches? Irishmen, of course! Ireland has the greenest grass and trees. the tinest stones and lakes. and they've jaunting cars. L don't know just exactly what they are, but Ireland has all there are anyway. They've a lot of great actors and a few singers. and there never was n sweeter poet than one of theirs. Yon should hear my father recite 'Dear Harp of My Country: He does !t this way." The angel rose. made an elaborate old time bow and, holding up the ban- jo, recited in clipping teet and meter, with rhythmic swing and a touch of brogue: "Dear harp of my country" (the an- gel ardently clasped the banjo), "in darkness I found thee" (she held it up to the light); "The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long" (she muted the strings with her rosy palm); "Then proudly, my own Irish harp, 1 un- bound thee" (she threw up her bead. and swept a ringing harmony), "And gave ail thy chords to light, freedom aid song" (she crashed into the notes of the accompaniment she had been playing for. Freckles). (TO BE CONTINUED.) Children Cry FOR FLETCHER S C A S T O R t A.