The Wingham Times, 1915-12-09, Page 7December gth, 1915
Freckles,'
BY
Gene
`Stratton -
Porter
Copyright 1904, by
Doubleday, Page & Co,
SYNOPSIS.
• Freckles, a homeless boy. is hired by
• Bosa McLeary to guard the expensive ttm-
••ber in the Limberlost from timber thieves.
Freckles does his work faithfully. makes'
I friends with the birds and yearns to know
more about nature. He lives with Mr.
and Mrs. Duncan.
`ZIe" ieQolves to get books and educate
himself. He becomes interested in a huge
+pair of vultures and calls his bird friends
his "chickens."
Some of the trees he is guarding are
• worth 31,000 each. Freckles' books arrive.
•He receives a call from Wessner.
Wessner attempts to btibe Freckies to
, betray his trust, and Freckles whips him.
McLean overhears them and witnesses the
fight.
Freckles' honesty saves a precious tree.
Ho finds the nest of the vultures and L
visited by a beautiful young girl.
She calls Freckles McLean's seh: Freckles
• calls her "the angel" and helps the Bird
, Woman in taking photographs. McLean
promises to adopt Freckles.
Irieckle'sr the -"angel become very
dIy. Assisted by the Bird Woman,
ey strive Wessner and Black Jack, tim.
er thieves, from the Limberlost.
McLean tears more trouble, but Freckles
insists upon being the sole guard of the
• timber. Freckles calla upon the angel''
afather,.
A mist swept before his eyes, and bis
'Mead swam. Was it only last night
that he, bad worshiped the angel in a
-delirium of happiness? And now
tt? Wessner, released from a turn
he sew, walked over to the Hower
bed and, tearing up a uaudrul of rare
terns by the roots, started toward
Freckles. His Intention was obvious
.Black Jack stopped"him with an oath.
"You see here. Dntchy," he bawled,
webby you think you'll wash his face
Iwith that. but you won't. A contract's
a contract. We agreed to take "ut
theae trees and leave him for you to
• dispose of whatever way you please,
provided you sbut him up eternally "re
this deal. But 1'11 not see a tied man
tormented by n fellow that be eau heir
up the ground with, loose, and that's
tat It raises my gorge to think whet
he'll get when we're gone, but you
needn't think you're free to begin be.
tore. Don't you lay a band on him
while I'm here! What do you Nay.
boys?"
"1 soy ,vas." growled one of Mc-
Lean's latent deserters. "What's
more. we're u pack of foots to rlkh the
dirty work ot silencing him. 1 dou't
. mind lifting the trees we came for, but
I'm cursed 11 l want blood ou rey
hands."
"Well, you ain't going to get It," het -
.lowed Jack, "You fellows only eon-
•tracted to help me get (101 my mark-
ed trees. He belongs to ‘e eseuer, and
;It ain't our dent [what happens to him.
It's all planned mile and sure. As for
.killing that buck—route to think of it.
killing is what he needs. lie's away
to good for this world of Hoe anyhow
His dropping out :von•1 he the only
secret the old Llraberlost bus never
old. ft's too dead easy to make it
ok like he helped take the timber and
ek nut. Why, he's played right into
Had Dyspepsia.
Says: HE NEARLY TURNED
UP HIS TOES.
- Burdock Blood Bitters
CURED HIM.
Mt'. H. N Manderson, Stettler, Alta,
"rites: "About twenty-five years ago,
m the Province of Quebec, I came pretty
near turning up my toes with dyspepsia.
A cousin of tame persuaded me to try
Burdock Blood Bitters. In about two
weeks 1 could eat anything from raw fat
pork to unleavened bread. Three bottles
did the job, and I have never been
troubled with my stomach since. You
would say that this is wonderful if you
• Could only see what we sometimes have
to live on in this country; bennock, half
cooked beans, etc."
Burdock Bioo9 Tatters t e been on
the market for the. past forty Year's, ane1
cannot exec•:..:d as a medicine for all
diseases or rrsorders of the stomach,
11.11.11. is manufactured only by The
Miibnrrt Co., Limited, Toronto, Ont.
curl:laths. '13a was sere lit:-tna* Sleamp
all last night and back again in an
hour or so. When we get our plan
worked out even old fool Duncan
won't lift a finger to look for his car-
cass."
arcass."
"You just bet," said Wessner, "1
owe him all he'll get. But I'll pay!"
he snarled at Freckles.
Se it was killing then. They were
not only after, this one tree, but many,
and with his body it was their plan
to kill his honor. To brand him a
thief, like them, before the angel, the
Bird Woman, the dear boss and the
Duncan! Freckles' body sagged
against the ropes in sick despair.
There was no hope of McLean's
coming. They had chosen a day when
they knew he had a big contract at
the south camp. • The boss could not
possibly come before tomorrow, and
there would be no tomorrow for him.
Duncan was on his way to the south
camp, and the Bird Woman had said
sbe would come as soon as she could.
After the fatigue of the party it was
useless to expect her and the angel
today, and God save them from com-
ing!
The sweat broke out on Freckles'
forehead. He tugged at the ropes
whenever he felt that be dared. but
they were passed about the tree and
his body several times and knotted on
his chest, He resolved that he would
bear in mind what be bad once heard'
the Bird Woman say. He would go
out bonnily. Never would he let them
see if he grew afraid. After all, what
did it matter what they did to his
body if by some scheme of the devil
they could compass his disgrace?
Then hope suddenly rose high in
Freckles' breast. They could not do
that. The angel would not believe.
Neither would McLean. He would
keep up his courage. Sill him they
could; dishonor him they could not.
Yet, summon alt the fortitude he
might, that saw eating into the tree
rasped his nerves worse and worse.
With whirling brain he gazed off into
the Limberlost, searching for some-
thing, he knew not what, and in blank
horror tepid his eyes fastened on the
angel. She was quite a distance
away, but he could see her white lips
and wide, angry eyes.
Last week he had taken her and the
Bird Woman across the swamp over
the path he followed in going in from
his room to the chicken tree. He had
told them last night that the butterfly
tree was on -the line close to this path.
In figuring on their .pot coming that
day he failed to reckon with the em
thusiasm of the Bird Woman. They
must be there for the study, and' the
angel had risked crossing the swamp
in search of him. Or was there some-
thing in his room they needed? The
blood surged in his ears like the roar
of the Limberlost in the wrath of a
sperm.
He looked again. and it had been a
dream. She was not there. Had she
been? For bis life Freckles could not
tell whether he had really seen the
angel or whether his strained senses
had played him the most cruel trick of
all. ' Or was it not the kindest? Now
he could die with the vision of het
lovely face fresh with him.
"Thank you for that, 0 Godi"
whispered Freckles. "'Twas more
than kind of you, and I don't s'pose I
ought to be wanting anything more,
but if you can, oh, I wish I could know
before this ends if 'twas me mother"—
Freckles could not even whisper the
words. for he hesitated a second and
ended—"if 'twos me mother did itl"
"Freckles! Freckles! Oh, Freckles?"
the voice of the angel came call•
Jag, Freckles swayed forward and
wrenched at the rope until it cut deep•
1y into his body.
Black Jack whipped out a revolver
and snatched the gag from Freckles'
mouth.
"Say quick, what's that, or it's up
with you right now and whoever that
is with youl"
"It's the girl the Bird Woman takes
about with her," whispered Freckles
through dry, swollen lips.
"They ain't due here for five days
yet," said Wessner. "We got on to
that last week."
"Yes," said Freckles, "but I found a
tree covered with butterflies and
things along the east line yesterday
that 1 thought the Bird Woman would
want, extra. and 1 went td town for
her hast night, She said she'd Come
soon, but she didn't say when. I take
tare,of,,,Ltle 011,.111h11e thr. furry VOA'
THE WINGHAM TIMES
an words'.•" untie nie gufcg' untff the
is gone. I'll try to send ber back,
and then you can go On with your dir-
ty work."
"He ain't lying," volunteered Wess-
ner, "1 saw that tree covered with
butterfliesand him watebing around
it when we were spying on him yes-
terday."
"No, be leaves lying to your sort,"
snapped Black Jack as he undid the
rope and pitched it across the room.
"Remember that you're covered every
move you make, my buck," be caution-
ed.
"Freckles! Freckles!" came the an-
gel's impatient voice, nearer and near-
er.
"I must be answering," said Frec-
kles, and Jack nodded. "Right here!"
be called, and to the men; "You go on
with \ your work, and remember ens.
thing yourselves. The work of the
Bird Woman is known all over the
world. This girl's father is a rich
man, and elm is all be has. If you
offer hurt of any kind to either or
them this world has no place far
enough away nor dark enough fol yon
to be hiding in."
"Freckles, where are you?" demand-
ed the angel.
Soul sick with fear for her, Freckles
went toward her and parted the
bushes that she might enter. She
came through .without apparently giv-
ing him a glance, and the first words
she said were: "Why have the gang
come so soon? I didn't know you ex-
pected them for three weeks yet. Or
is this some special tree that Mr. Mc-'
Lean needs to fill an order right now?"
Freckles hesitated. Would a man
dare lie to save himself? No. But to
save the angel—surely that was differ-
ent.
ifferent. He opened his Bps, but the an-
gel was capable of saving herself. She
walked in among them, exactly as if
she had been raised in a lumber camp
and never waited for an answer.
"Why, your specimen easel" she
cried. "Look! Haven'tyou noticed
that it's tipped over? Set it straight
quickly!"
A couple of men stepped out and
carefully righted the case.
"There; that's better," she said.
"Freckles, I'm surprised at your be-
ing so careless. It would be a shame
to break those lovely butterflies for
one old tree. Is that a valuable tree?
Why didn't yon tell us last night you
were going• to take a tree out this
morning? Oh, say, did you put your
case there to protect that tree from
that stealing old Black Jack and his
gang? I bet you did! Well, if that
wasn't bright! What kind of a tree
is it7"
"It's a golden oak," said Freckles.
"Like those they make dining tables
and sideboards out of?"
"Yes."
"My, how interesting!" she cried. "I
don't know . a thing about timber, but
my father wants me to learn about
just everything I can. I am going to
ask him to let me come here and watch
you until I know enough to boss a
gang myself. Do you like to cut trees,
gentlemen?" she asked of the men
with angelic sweetness.
Some of them looked foolish and
some grinned, but one managed to say
that they did. Then the angel's eyes
turned full on Black Jack, and she
gave the most beautiful little start of
astonishment.
"Oh. I almost thought that you were
a ghost!" she cried. "But I see now
that you are really and truly. Were
you ever in Colorado?"
"No," said Jack. '
CHAPTER XV.
TEE ANGEL GOES EOR HELP.
SEE now you aren't the same
man," said the angel. "You
know, we were in Colorade
Jost year, and there was a
cowboy that was the handsomest man
about. He'd come riding into town
every night and all we girls just
adored him! Oh, but he was a beauty[
I thought at first glance you were
really he, but I see now be wasn't
nearly so tall nor so br'oad as you and
only half as handsome.
The men burst into a roar of laugh-
ter, and Jack flushed crimson. The an-
gel joined in the laugh.
"Well, I'll leave it to you! Isn't he
handsome?" she challenged. "As for
that cowboy's face, it couldn't be com-
pared with yours. The only trouble
with you is that your clothes are spoil-
ing you. It's the dress those cowboys
wear that makes half their looks. If
you were properly dressed you could
break the heart of the prettiest girl in
the country."
With one accord the other men
focused on Black Jack and for the first
time realized that he was a superb
specimen of manhood, for he stood
six feet tall, was broad, well rounded
and had dark, even skin, big black
eyes and full red lips.
"I'11 tell you what!" exclaimed the
angel. "I'd just love to see you on
horseback. Nothing sets a handsome
man off so sptendtdly. Do you ride?"
"Yes," said Jack, and his eyes were
burning on the angel as if he would
fathom the depths of her soul.
"Well," said the angel winsomely, "I
know what I just wish you'd do. I
wish you would let your hair grow a
little longer. Then wear a blue flannel
shirt a little open at the throat, a red
tie and a broad brimmed felt hat and
ride past my house of evenings. I'm
always at home then and almost al-
ways on the veranda. and, oh, but
would like to see your Will you do
that for me?"
The angel was looking straight into
Jack's face, Coarse and hardened with
Mil and careless living, which was
now taking on a wholly different ex-
pression. The evil lines of it were
softening and fading out under her
clear gaze. A dull red flamed Into hie
bronze cheeks, and his eyes Were grow-
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"Yes;' lie said; and the glance he
shot at the men was of such a nature
that no one saw fit even to change
countenance.
"Ob, goody!" she cried, tilting on her
toes. "I'll ask the girls to come to
see, but they needn't stick in. We can
get along without them, can't we?" •
Jack leaned toward ber. He was
the charmed. fluttering bird, and the
angel was the snake. •
"Well, I rather guess!" be cried.
The angel drew a deep breath and
looked him over rapturously.
"My, but you're tall!" she gurgled,
"Do you suppose I will ever grow to
reach your shoulders?
"Lariat Bill used always to have a
bunch of red flowers in his shirt pock-
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and olive cheeks and made his splen-
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Freckles' eyes popped, and he wheez-
ed., for breath. He wished that the
earth would open and swallow him up.
Was he dead or alive? Since his an-
gel had set eyes on Black Jack she
had never even glanced his way. Was
she completely bewitched[ Would she
throw herself at the man's feet before
them all? Couldn't she give him even
one thobght? Hadn't she seen he was
gagged and bound? Did she truly
think that these were McLean's men?
Why, she couldn't. It was only a few
days ago that she had been near
enough this man . and angry enough
with him to peel the hat from his
head with a shot., Suddenly a thing
she bad jestingly said to him one day
came back with startling Porde, "You
must take angels on trust." Of course
you must! She was his angel. She
must have seen. His life and,,,wbat
was far worse, her own were in her
hands. There was nothing be could
do but trust her. Surely she was
working out some plan.
The angel' knelt beside his flower -
bed and recklessly tore up by the roots
a big bunch of foxfire,
"These stems are so tough and
sticky," she said. "I can't break
them. Lend me your knife," she or
dered Freckles.
As she reached for the knife ber
back was one second toward the men.
She looked into his eyes and deliber-
ately winked.
She severed the stems, tossed the
knife back to Freckles and, walking
up to Jack, laid the flowers . over his
heart.
Freckles broke into a sweat of
agony. He had said she would be safe
in a herd of howling savages. Would
she? If Black Jack even made a mo-
tion toward touching her Freckles
knew that from somewhere he would
muster the strength to kill him. He
mentally measured the distance to
Where his club lay and set his muscles
for a spring. But, no! The big. fellow
was baring his head with a hand that
was unsteady. The angel pulled one
of the long silver pins from her hat
and fastened her flowers securely.
Freckles was quaking. What was to
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the angel stepped back from
Jack she turned her bead to one side
and peered up at him, just ea Freckles
had seen the little yellow fellow do
on the line a hundred times; and said:
"Well, that does the trick! Isn't that
fine? See how it sets bin off, boys!
Don't you forget the tie is to be red
and the Brat ride soon, I can't wait
very long Now I must go. The Bird
Woman will be ready to start, and she
will come here hunting me next, for
she is busy today. What did I came
here for anyway?"
She glanced inquiringly about, and
several of the men laughed. Oh, the
delight of it! She had forgot her er-
rand for him! Jack had a second in-
crease in height, The angel glanced
helplessly about as if seeking a clew.
Then her eyes fell, as if by accident.
on Freckles.
"It's mighty risky for you to be
crossing the swamp alone," ho said.
"I know it's a little farther, but it's
begging you 1 am to be going back by
the trail."
The angel laughed merrily.
"Oh, stop your nonsense!" she cried,
"I'm not afraid --not in the least!"
Freckles turned to Jack imploringly,
"You tell her!" he pleaded. "Tell
her to go by the trail. She will for
you."
The implication of this statement
was so gratifying to Black Jack that
be seemed again to expand and take
on increase before their very eyes.
"You bet!" exclaimed Jack. And to
the angel:' "You better take Freckles'
word for it, miss. He knows the old
swamp better than any of us, except
me, and if he says go by the trail
you'd best do it."
The angel hesitated. One last glance
at Freckles showed her the agony in
his eyes, She would follow the trail.
"All right" she said, giving Jack a
killing glance. "If you say so I'll go
back by the trail to please you. Good -
by, everybody."
She lifted the bushes and started for
the entrance,
"Stop herr" growled Wessner. "Keep
her till we're loaded anyhow. Can't
you see that when this thing is found
out there she'll be to ruin all of us.
If you let her go every man of us bus
got to cut, and some of ns will be
caught sure."
Tack sprang forward. Freckles'
heart muffled up in bis throat. The
angel seemed to divine Tack's coming.
She was humming a little song. She
deliberately stopped and began pulling
the heads of the curious grasses that
grew all about her. When she straight-
ened she took a step backward and
called: "Ho, Freckles, the Bird Wo-
man wants that natural history pam-
phlet returned. It belongs to a set she
is going to have bound."
Then the angel shot a parting glance
at Jack, and she was bewitchingly
lovely.
"You won't forget that ride and the
red tie," she half asserted, half ques-
tioned.
Jack lost his head entirely. Frec-
kles was his captive, but he was the
angel's, soul and body. With head
held well up the angel walked slowly
away, and Jack wheeled on the men.
"Drop your staring and saw wood!"
he shouted. "Don't you know any-
thing at all about how to treat a
lady?"
The men muttered and threatened
among themselves. but they fell to
working with a vengeance.
Freckles sat down on one of his
benches and waited. In their haste to
get the tree down and loaded so that
the teamsters could start with it and
Leave them free to attack another
they had forgotten to rebind him.
The angel was on the trail and safe-
ly started.
Freckles wondered what she would
sav to the Bird Woman and bow long
It would take them to pack and get
started. 13e knew now that they
would understand and the angel
would try to get the boss there in
time to save his wager. She could
never do it, for the saw was over half
through and Jack and Wessner cut-
ting into the opposite side of the tree.
It looked as if they could get at 'east
that tree out before McLean could
come.
When it was down would they re-
bind him and leave him for Wessner
to wreak his insane vengeance on. or
would they take him along to the
nett tree and dispose of him when
they ball stolen all the timber they
could? Jack had said that he should
not be touched until he left. Surely
he would not run all that risk for one
tree when he had many others of far
greater value marked.
Once .lack came over to Freckles
and asked if he had any water.
Freckle's rose and showed him where
he kept his drinking water. Jack
drank in great gulps, and as he pass-
ed the bucket back he said: "When 9
man's got tr chance of catching a line
girl like that he ought not to be mix -
`'ed up in any dirty business. I wish 1
was out of this."
Freckles answered heartily, "I wish
I was too."
Jack stared at him a tatnute and
then broke into 0 roar of rough Iangh-
ter.
"Blest if 1 blame you," he said.
"But you bad your chance. \Ve offer-
ed you a fair thing, and you gave
Wessner his answer. I ain't envying
you when he gives you his."
"You're six to oue." answered Free -
Ides. "It will be easy enough for you
to be killing the body of me, but,
curse you all, you can't blacken me
soul!"
"I'd give anything you could name
if r.ltariso t•_honesty," ,said &lett.
(To Du CONTINUED.)
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"� Times and Northern Messenger 1,35 2
0 'Times and Canadian Magazine (monthly) 2,90 0
o Times and Canadian Pictorial .. 1.�0
a• Times and Lippincott's Magazine 3,15 0
as Times and Woman's Houle Companion . 2.70 a
as Times and Delineator 2,60 a
o Times and Cosmopolitan 2.65 a
♦ Times and Strand 2,45 0
a Times and Saocess 2,45 •
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a Times and Everybody's 2.20 0
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