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Demorvaiic; Watcha, |
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Pa., November 1, 1912.
FRECKLES
By
Cene Stratton-
Porter |
COPYRIGHT. 1904, BY DOUBLEDAY, PAGE
& CO. |
{Continued from last week.)
CHAPTER XXIL
THE ANGELS GLAD STORY.
Hi angel glanced at the card.
‘I'he Chicago address was suit
11. Auditorium. She laid her
fiand on her driver's sleeve.
“There's a fast driving limit?" she |
asked.
“Yes, miss.”
“Will you crowd it all you can with.
out danger of arrest? 1 will pay well. |
1 must catch some people!”
Thea she smiled at him. The hos
pital. an orphans’ home, and the Audi. |
torium seemed a queer combination to |
that driver, but the angel was always
and everywhere the nngel. and her
ways were strictly ber own.
“J will get you there just as quickly
as any man could with a team,” he
said promptly.
She clung to the card and paper.
and. as hest she could in the lurching
swaying cub, read the addresses over
“O'More. suite eleven, Auditorinm ™
“'More,”" she repeated. “Seems
to fit Freckles to a dot. Wonder if
that could be his name? “Suite eleven * |
ments hat you are preity well fixed |
Suites in the Auditorium cowe high
Then she turned the ecard and read
on its veverse, Lord Maxwell O'More,
M. ©. Kifivany place, County Clare, |
Ireland
“A lord man!” she groaned despair
ingly. “A lord man: Bet my hoe
enke's scorched!”
She blinked back the tears and. |
spreading the paper on her knee, read:
“After three months’ fruitless search. |
Lord O'More gives up the quest for
his tost nephew, and leaves Chiecngu |
todny for lis home in Ireinnd.”
She cond on, and realized every word
of ft. The likeness settled ir. It wax |
Freckles over again, only older nud
elegantly dressed. There was not =»
chance to doubt.
“Thank you; and wait. no matter
how long.” she said to her driver.
Catching up the paper. she hurried |
to the desk and tnid down Lord
O'More’s card, {
“Hae wmy uncle started yet?" she
asked. sweetly.
The surprised clerk stepped back on
a bellboy, and covertly kicked him for
being fu the way.
“His lordship is in his room.” he
said. with a low bew.
The clerk shoved the bellboy toward
the angel
“Show ter ladyship to the elevator
and Lerd O'More’'s suit.” he sai
bowing double.
At the betiboy's tap the door swung
open and the liveried servant thrust a
ecard tray before the angel. ‘I'ne
opening of the door created a current
that swayed a curtain aside, and in
an adjoining room, lounging in a great
chair, with a paper in his hand, sat
the man who was, beyond question,
of Freckies' blood and race.
With perfect control the angel
dropped Lord O'More’'s card on the
tray. whipped past his servant and
stood before this tordship.
_ morning,” she
tense politeness.
Lord O'More glanced her over with
amused curiosity until her color be-
gan to deepen and her blood to run
said with
hotly.
“Welt. my dear,” he said at last,
“how can [ serve you?"
instantly the angel bristled. She
bad been so shielded in the midst of
almost entire freedom. owing to the
circumstances of her life, that the
words and the look appealed to her
as almost insulting. She lifted her |
head with a proud gesture.
“] am not your ‘dear, ” she said.
with slow distinctness. “There isn't
a thing in the world you can do for
me. | came here to sce if 1 could do
something—a very great something— |
for you; but if 1 don’t like you | 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 biue, 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 child-said? Look
at her face! See what she has!”
“1 beg your pardon,” he said. “The
is. I am leaving Chicago sorely
it makes me bitter and
1
me and tell me why you came.” }
“] will if 1 tike you.” said the an-
gel stoutly, “and if 1 don't I won't!"
“But | began all wrong, and now 1
know how to make you like
me,” said his lordship. with sincere
tone.
The ;
woman's face. |
“Are you his wife?’ she asked. |
| me you've been a long time coming!”
| you
like him.
© kles.” muttered the angel
, out of it was of extreme beauty and
| surpassing sweetness. Surrounded by
| said to the Bird Woman.
| “And, Freckles, while you rest and
’
“Yes.” said the woman. “1 am bis!
wife.” |
“Well.” said the angel udiciaty. |
“the Bird Woman says no one in the |
| whole world knows all a man's hig-
nesses and all bis Nttienessex as his |
wife does. What you think of bim |
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
ber 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.
“1 nave three of his soms, two |
little daughters. a father, mother and |
several brothers and sisters.” came |
the quick reply. '
“And you like him best?" persisted |
| the angel with tinaliry. i
“1 jove him so much that I would |
give up every one of them with dry |
eyes, it by so doing | could save him.” :
said Lord ("More's wife.
“Oh! erieda the angel “Oh, my" |
She lifted ber clear eyes to Lord |
O'More's and shook her head. |
“Rnpe never, never could do that” |
she said. “But it's a mighty big thing |
to your credit that she thinks she
could. 1 zuess I'll tell you why {|
came.” i
She laid don the paper and touched
the portrait.
“When yon
people enti you Freckles?” she asked
“Dozens of good fellows all over Ire.
land and the continent are doing it to- |
were just a boy, did |
|
day.” answered Lard O'More.
|
The angel's face lighted with her
most beautiful smile.
“1 was sure of it.” she said winning-
| ly. “That's what we call him, and he
| is so like you.
{ doubt if any one of
those three hoys of yours are more so
But it's been twenty years, Seems (0
Lord O'More
caught the angel's
. wrists and his wife slipped her aru |
. loved him to death, too, if he was
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 nniess you Know surely.” i
“It's all right.” said the angel. “We
have him. and there's no chance of 2
mistake. I 1 hadn't gone to that home |
for his little clothes and heard of yon
and been hunting von and had mer
on the street. or anywhere, |
should have stopped you and asked you |
who you were just because yon are =o
It's all righ I ean tell
you where Freckles is: but whether |
von deserve to know that's another |
matter!”
Lord O'More did uot bear her. He
dropped back in his chair and, covering
hig face. burst into those terrible sobs
that shake and read a strong man
Lady O'More hovered over him, weep
ing.
“Lmph!
i
Looks pretty fair for bFrec |
“Lots of |
things can be explained. Now perhaps |
they can explain this”
They did explain so fully that in 2
few minutes the angel was on her feet,
hurrying Lord and Lady O'™™ore to
reach the hospital. {
“You said Freckles’ old vurse know
his mother's picture instantly,” said
the angel 1 want that picture ana |
the bundle of little clothes.” t
Lady O'More gave them into her
hands.
The tikeness was a large miniature |
painted on ivory, with a frame of
beaten zo!d. and the face that looked |
masses of dark hair was a delicately
cut face, with big eyes In the upper
part of it there was no truce of
Freckles, but the lips curving In a
smile were his 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 sald 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
“You can |
find out about each other. I'm going
to him." |
And she was gone. i
The nurse left the 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. “Ob, angel!
The words seemed to leap from his
“Yes, dear heart,” she said with
fullest assurance. ‘No little clothes
were ever whiter. I never in all my
life saw such dainty, fine little
stitches, and, as for loving you. no
boy's mother ever loved him more!”
A great trembling seized Freckles.
“Sure? Are you sure? he urged,
with clicking teeth,
“1 know,” said the angel firmly.
be glad I want to tell you a little
story. When you feel stronger we
"don't mean
{ ical Discovery
will look at the clothes together.
They are here. They are all right.
But when | was at the home getting home.
them | heard of some people chat
were hunting a lost boy. | went to see
them. and what they told me was all
so exactly like what might have hap-
pened to you that | must tell you.
Then you'll see that things could be |
very different from what you have
divays tortured yourself with think-
Freckles lay quiet under her touch,
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 the
first time she was talking to bim and |
doing everything but meet his eyes. |
That was not like the angel at all. |
| It was the delight of hearing her speak |
that she always looked one squarely |
in the face and with perfect frankness. |
“-and he was a sour, grumpy oid
man.” she was saying. “He always
bad been spoiled, because he was an |
only son and had a title and a big |
estate. He would have just his way, |
no matter about his sweet little wife, |
or his boys, or any one. No when ms |
eldest son fell in love with a beauti- |
ful girl wirh a title, the very girl of
all the world his father wanted him |
to. nnd added a big adjoining estate |
to his. why. that pleased him
mightily.
“Then he 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. ‘I'hat was all the world
different. because the eldest son had |
been in love all his life with the gir
| he married. and, oh, Freckles, it's no |
wonder, for | saw her: She's a royal
beauty and she has the sweetest way.
“But that poor younger son, he had
been in love with the village vicars
daughter all his fife. ‘'bat’'s no won.
! der either, for she was more beauti-
ful yet. She could sing like the an-
gels, but she hadn't a cent. She
bony and freckled and red baired--L
that! They didn't say
what color his hair was, but his fath-
er's must have been the reddest ever,
for when he found out about them, and
it wasn't anything so terrible, he just |
caved:
“The old man went to see the girl—
the pretty one with no money. of!
course—and be hurt ber 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 company and came
to this country.
[Continued next week. |
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